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pangborns · 24 days

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CASUALTIES.

Mr. Orange x fem!reader

The accusations quickly lead to fatal injuries.

Blood, death, violence, weapons, etc.

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You held a tight grip on Orange’s bloody hand as Mr. Blonde continued to torture the hostage.

“Please! Just leave him alone.” You pleaded, voice cracking and vision blurry. The man ignored you as he turned the radio up and quickly advanced on the bound cop.

The sound of your scream along with the cries from the hostage still did nothing to rouse Orange’s unconscious figure.

Mr. Blonde was now atop the man, bringing the knife up to his face. You tightened your grip on Orange, burying your face into his shoulder as you held him. Blood smeared over your face, but that was the least of your worries as you imagined all that Blonde would do to the man.

The sound of Mr. Blonde’s circling footsteps had you lifting your head. The psycho held an ear, he waved it in front of the cops face teasingly as you quickly pushed yourself to your feet.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You screeched, getting in between the hostage and Blonde. Your face was drenched, air hard to grasp as you panted.

Blonde clicked his tongue, “Aren’t you supposed to be a professional, sweetheart?”

You recoiled, “I never agreed to participating in a hostage situation. As if we weren’t fucked before, you had to go and dig us a deeper hole.” You sputtered, anger replacing the fear.

Blonde scrunched his nose with a small chuckle. “Watch your mouth, sweetheart. You’ll be next.”

With a shudder, you watched as he made his way out of the warehouse with car keys in hand. You wasted no time in crouching beside the police officer. You lightly tapped at his cheeks after noticing he was starting to lose consciousness.

The man groaned, struggling a bit as he remembered where he was. “No, shh, it’s alright! I’m not going to hurt you.” You hurriedly muttered, glancing behind you to be sure Blonde wasn’t on his way back in.

You started ripping the duct tape from the man’s ankles, cringing each time he would groan particularly loud. “Please, we have to be quiet.”

His muffled voice grew louder and more frantic. “I know, I know. I’m hurryi-“

A click.

The cool metal of a pistol rested against the back of your head. “Stand up, Red.”

You dropped the wad of duct tape, keeping your hands up as you slowly raised yourself to a stance. Blonde grabbed your forearm, forcefully turning you around.

Now, facing the weapon, the fear returned. Your lower lip trembled as you fought to keep tears at bay. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” You spoke softly.

“No need.” Blonde nodded, taking a step back and readying the gun against your forehead. You tightened your eyelids closed, preparing for the blow.

Four gunshots were heard, but none of them hit you. Peaking your eyes open, you could see Blonde on the other side of the room, bleeding out.

You released the breath you were holding, a cry escaping your shaky lips. Turning to your left, you watched as Orange’s gun fell to the floor with a clang.

He clutched at his stomach, whimpering in pain as his head his the ground once again. You slid down to his side, laying him across your lap.

“He didn’t hurt you. Did he?” He gasped, struggling to find his voice through the fog of pain.

You quickly shook your head. “No, I’m okay. You saved me.”

The cries from the other side of the room quickly faded as Mr. Blond stopped breathing. You cringed, grabbing a fist of Orange’s suit. “Nobody was supposed to get hurt.”

Mr. Orange’s face fell a bit. “I shot a woman today.” His face was pinched, both in pain and regret. “I’ve never done that before.” You brushed his hair from his eyes, humming a sad sigh.

The doors to the warehouse slammed open as Mr. Pink, Mr. White, Eddie, and Mr. Cabot walked in. A doctor quickly followed behind, pausing beside Blonde’s body.

“What the fuck happened here?” Eddie cursed, running over to Mr. Blonde.

“Blonde went crazy. Slashed the cop’s face and cut off his ear.” You started, shaky breaths escaping you as you watched Eddie’s fury grow.

“Who the fuck cares what he was going to do to this fucking pig!?” Eddie turned toward the bound man, shooting him three times in the chest.

You yelped, tears forming once again in your eyes. “Oh my god, oh my god..” You hyperventilated, gripping Orange’s hand even tighter.

“He tried to off Red. Aimed a gun at her head and everything.” Mr. Orange spoke up, blood dripping from his lips.

“You were saying he went crazy? Something like that? Worse or better?” Eddie raised his voice, clearly frustrated.

“Look, Eddie, he was pulling a burn. He was gonna kill the cop, Red, and me. And when you guys walked through the door, he was gonna blow you to hell and make off with the diamonds.” Orange’s face pinched as speaking only caused the pain to grow.

“Uhuh, uhuh, what'd I tell ya? That sick piece of shit was a stone cold psycho.” Mr. White finally spoke.

“You could've asked the cop, if you didn't just kill him. He talked about what he was going to do when he was slicing him up.”

“It’s true! He said I was next.” You defended the man, flinching as Eddie stepped closer.

“I don't buy it. It doesn't make sense.”

“It makes perfect fuckin sense to me. Eddie, you didn't see how he acted during the job, we did.” Mr. White continued, getting cut off by Eddie once again.

Eddie then explained to the group as to why Mr. Blonde would never pull a fast one on him and his father. That left the room silenced.

“I know what’s going on.” Joe finally said something, stepping up. “This piece of shit is working with the cops.”

Mr. Cabot aimed his gun at Mr. Orange. “- and I bet the girl is in on it too.” Eddie’s gun was quick to raise and aim at you.

Mr. Orange gripped your arms tighter, trying to pull himself up to make a shield. You shook, looking down the barrel of a gun for the second time in the last hour.

“Woah, woah..” Mr. White slid himself between the two of you and the Cabots. “Joe, I don’t know what you think you know, but you’re wrong.”

“Like hell I am!” Mr. Cabot retorted, shaking the gun in your direction.

Your eyes grew wide as the men continued to argue over your lives. Eyes traveling to Orange’s figure, you watched as his gaze was already on you. His face was still pinched in pain, but he sent you a hopeful smile. The voices of the men quickly faded as you watched Mr. Orange.

“It’s not me, I promise.” You spoke silently to him.

The muscles in his face settled, “I know, honey.” He brought his hand to your cheek, comforting you as his blood transferred onto your skin.

“C’mon guys!” Mr. Pink’s voice snapped the two of you out it. “Nobody wants this. We’re supposed to be fucking professionals!”

“Larry, we’re going to kill them.” Joe spoke surely, taking the safety off of his gun.

“Goddamn you, Joe! Don’t make me do this.” Mr. White pleaded, finger shaky on the trigger.

“Larry, I’m asking you to trust me on this.”

“Don’t ask me that.”

“I’m not asking, I’m betting.” Joe raised his gun once again, shooting three times in your direction. All three bullets hit Orange as you screamed.

Eddie was next, as Mr. White was taking care of Joe, Eddie readied his gun and fired four bullets into your gut before turning the gun on Mr. White. The two shot each other at the same time, ending with all three men dead.

You yelped, falling to the ground. Harsh groans escaping your now bloodied lips. With shaking hands, you struggled to see the wounds through the blood.

You could barely make out the sound of Mr. Pink grabbing the briefcase and making a run for it. Struggling to catch your breath, you wheezed in pain.

“Red,” Mr. Orange croaked, turning to you. He struggled to grab your hand, shushing you as you panicked. “It’s okay.”

“He- He shot me!” You sobbed, voice wavering. “Why did he shoot me?”

“I’m a cop.”

Your ears stopped ringing in that very moment. All the air in your lungs escaped. “What?”

“It was me,” He wheezed. “It was a set up.”

A broken sob escaped your bloodied lips at the confession. “I’m going to die, aren’t I?” You lurched forward as he applied pressure to your stomach.

He broke, now wracking with sobs. “No, no of course not. They’re on their way. You just gotta hold on a bit longer.” Now ignoring his wounds, he made note of the way your reaction time slowed each time he pushed down on a particular painful spot.

Your breathing grew shallow and your face paled, head lolling to the side.

“Nobody was supposed to get hurt.” He repeated as you fell from consciousness.

#tim roth x reader #reservoir dogs #reservoir dogs x reader #mr orange #Mr orange x reader #Quentin Tarantino #Mr pink #Mr white #Mr Brown #Mr blonde

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littlemissvincentvega · 1 year

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can you plssss do nsfw hcs of Reservoir Dogs? maybe their favourite position? if this is uncomfortable u dont need to write this! no pressure xx

the reservoir dogs & their favourite positions

a/n: thank you for the request babe i'm sorry i didn't do it right away i kind of suck at getting to them but i'm remembering how much i love writing!!! enjoy 🥰🥰

18+ explicit content / reservoir dogs x reader

cw: references to p in v sex, oral (f and m receiving), bdsm, slapping, spanking

mr. white / larry dimmick:

larry is kind of an oldschool guy in general, so i feel like missionary would be his thing. he likes to be able to see his girl's pretty face when he fucks her, and it gives him the freedom to be rough and dirty or slow and passionate. if it's the former, he'll pause every so often to lean down and kiss her forehead for taking him so well 🥺

mr. orange / freddy newandyke:

freddy just SCREAMS cowgirl to me. he likes to be able to see all of his girl, tits bouncing in his face and every inch of his cock buried in her sweet pussy. maybe he's just a lazy bitch? it gives him the freedom to touch her everywhere, though-- squeezing her ass, her hips, waist, kneading her breasts and pressing kisses to them while she rides him. he usually brings his thumb to her clit so he can see her face when she comes. that's a sight he never gets bored of

mr. brown:

idk why but i feel like brown likes a rope bunny. he likes to tie his girl up and i can see him enjoying her being hog-tied, him kneeling beside the bed so he can eat her pussy or facefuck her. but bondage aside he likes missionary, with his girl's legs in the air and her feet resting on his shoulders (i think you know why 🦶🦶😏)

mr. pink:

pink is sort of obsessed with eating his girl's pussy, so his favourite position is between her legs with his arms around her thighs. that way he can look up and see her face, see the ecstasy he's bringing to her with his tongue. he's also a fan of facesitting. it makes him sooo fuckin hard when his girl comes on his face and he's practically suffocated by her cunt. this guy has a magic tongue and i think we all know it

mr. blonde / vic vega:

woah okay this kinky motherfucker where do i even begin?? vic likes to slap during sex so doggy style is his go-to. it gives him the freedom to grab his girl's hips or waist so he can fuck her as hard as he likes (and trust me, he likes to POUND into that pussy) and slap her ass so hard she can't sit comfortably for a week. sometimes he'll bring his arm around her torso and clamp his hand around her throat, hold her upright and grunt dirty things into her ear. he's still proud of her being such a good girl, though, and sometimes he'll kiss the little patch of skin behind her ear

'nice guy' eddie cabot:

eddie is sort of a wild card when it comes to positions. he likes cowgirl because he's lazy and likes his girl's tits in his face, he likes fucking her from behind so he can slap her ass, he likes missionary so he can get as deep in her pussy as he wants. it all depends on the mood he's in. i also think eddie would like doggy style in front of a mirror so he can see his girl's face while he pounds her, it reeeeallly gets him off. another thing about eddie? he loves when his girl gets on her knees for him and begs for him to come all over her face and tits, it drives him feral 🥵

#reservoir dogs headcanons #reservoir dogs preference #eddie cabot x reader #reservoir dogs x reader #larry dimmick x reader #mr white x reader #mr pink x reader #mr blonde x reader #vic vega x reader #nice guy eddie x reader #freddy newandyke x reader #mr orange x reader #mr brown x reader #tarantino preference

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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RESERVOIR DOGS PREFERENCE

FINDING OUT YOU HAVE A MINIMUM WAGE JOB

Characters: Mr. White (Larry), Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke), Mr. Blonde (Vic Vega), Mr. Pink, Mr. Brown + “Nice Guy” Eddie

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Taglist: @locke-writes & @aryn-the-bearheart

A/N: something lighthearted and random! enjoy and leave a like/reblog/feedback <33 ^.^

MR. WHITE ( LARRY ) —

Mr. White seeing you bagging groceries wearing a bright vest with your name on it is just so unimaginable.

He makes your job easier by helping you bag his own groceries (even tho nowadays in most stores you have to do it yourself?)

“Your manager’s paying you well, right?”

“Larry, this is Wal-Mart. I don’t get paid enough to bag people’s odd choice for frozen dinners and tennis shoes.”

He swears not to tell a soul. But he visits you at work because he needs to go to the store every week.

MR. ORANGE ( FREDDY NEWANDYKE ) —

Mr. Orange notices you as the new sales associate at the comic book store.

You’re stocking merchandise on the top shelves, using the ladders.

“Y/N?” He calls you down. You froze, fearing the worst for all retailers, seeing someone you know at your own workplace is so embarrassing.

He doesn’t care at all, though. He’s just looking for the limited edition of the action figures he wanted.

Probably wants you to smuggle him a lifelong supply of Marvel stuff from the back.

Orange makes a smug look when he’s at the counter.

MR. BLONDE ( VIC VEGA ) —

The thing is, Blonde KNOWS you work at Big Kahuna, and becomes a total dick when you serve him.

It’s literally Squilliam making fun of Squidward for working at the Krusty Krab.

“I asked for no onions and tomatoes in my burger.”

“Wow, Vic. You’re a convict and a picky-eater. Grow up.”

Big Kahuna is one of his go-tos, so you don’t have much of a choice but to serve him food.

MR. PINK —

Of course... you’re a server at a restaurant

He’s just making fun of you, literally treats you the way a snobby customer treats their server.

“Whatever. What do you want? We’re serving the lunch special.”

Snapping his fingers at you to get your attention across the room

You threaten to spit in his food if he makes one more joke, and you mean it.

“Pink, I told you. We don’t serve those here.”

He doesn’t tip.

MR. BROWN —

You work at the local Blockbuster.

"Hey, where’s the Spaghetti western movies?" You turn around and see Mr. Brown at the front desk.

Both your jaws are on the floor, staring at each other in pure shock.

He can’t stop giggling at you now, much to your annoyance.

It’s a good thing you know enough about your job and where everything is, so every time Brown comes in the store he always comes to you for movies he wants to rent, and you would put it on the store TV and watch it with him

“NICE GUY” EDDIE CABOT —

Eddie seeing you at the dry cleaners when he has to get all the suits ready was a big surprise for him.

“I don’t believe it. From a distance, I was thinking to myself, ‘Hey, that mf kinda looks like y/n’, and lo and behold!”

He uses this to his advantage, though. He wants his, his Dad’s and the people his dad recruits’s clothes clean and tailored to a T.

You’re gonna be his go-to for clean suits from now on.

Would come in, cheerily calling for you or greeting you.

#reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs #reservoir dogs preference #mr white x reader #larry dimmick x reader #mr orange x reader #freddy newandyke x reader #mr blonde x reader #vic vega x reader #nice guy eddie x reader #mr brown x reader #reader insert #twd preference

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kissproof · 2 years

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❦ . . . 𝘗𝘈𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘓𝘐𝘗 𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘝𝘐𝘊𝘌

𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 (+ 𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦) 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚: 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 & 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 , 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣! / 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦

𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉

the feeling of being suffocated between a woman’s thighs is something… unexplainable

it’s truly an ecstasy all its own which is why brown likes it so much

he loves arching his head back, jaw tight from his open mouth, tongue flicking and nudging at your most sensitive points

and he loves the way you grip his hands as he does it, using them as reigns to help you grind

because he’s alright on his own, fueled purely by the films he gets off to

but when you find the right rhythm for you, it’s heaven

by the time you’re about to come it all sounds so wet and you just feel so good and he’s grabbing all over you, gathering sweat in his palms from excitement

his nose is smushed against your pelvis when you practically bend over to hump into your orgasm, shaking and gasping hard as he brings you over the edge

𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆

he’d usually be knuckle deep inside you, face so close he has no choice but to taste it

he’ll give you a few kitten licks, which you take with much gratification, moaning louder than you had before

and his scruff rubs so tenderly against your skin that you buck your hips into the roughness, a near growl escaping your mouth

he holds your hips down with one hand, his long fingers splayed out, knuckles red

that’s a lovely sight within itself….

your legs begin to quiver with his other hand is still playing you from the inside

he curls just right, pressing fiercely against your trigger and you have to cover your mouth because you nearly cry from how hard you come

he’s pleased with himself, but immediately brushes his teeth afterward :/

𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙀

spreads your legs apart like he just happened upon the most beautiful field of flowers

“such a pretty girl.”

you get wetter just from his words, and he knows it too

he’ll “sweetheart” his way into your panties any day of the week! cooing and kissing on you until you’re pleading for his tongue

loves to have your legs up over his shoulders or have your feet rest on them, your comfort is always important to him

he’ll take breaks to breathe, grinning at you as you pant and run your hands through his hair

but then he goes straight back to tongue fucking you, his mouth so wet and soft

encourages you to come in such a gentle voice, then he licks you absolutely clean

𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀

loves to do it most when you’re already so spent

he’ll pull out of you and grab onto your calves so he can lasso you to the edge of the bed and devour you with every last fiber of his being

he moves slow, deathly slow & his kisses are deep, long, & wet

you curl your hand along the side of his head, palm to his ear as your legs flail and quiver from weakness

and all you can do is whine and whimper his name, jerking out of his mouth because you’re so sensitive

but he just grabs onto your thighs, keeping you open for him, forehead forming wrinkles as his eyes pan up to watch your shaking chest and stomach, your beady eyes

“that’s it, baby,” he hums, hardening his tongue when he knows you’re close. “look at me…”

and most of the time you can come from how pretty he looks down there. he’s just that powerful

𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀

literally….. give this man a medal

freddy puts his whole face in it, nose, mouth, chin, he embraces it all

and he’s so eager, smiling and chuckling the whole time, his tongue flickering like a fucking garden sprinkler

he always has a hand on your breast, teasing your nipple between his fingers while his other fingers slip inside you, his lips sucking hard on your clit

love love loves when you suck his fingers while he goes down on you

he also loves to flip you on your stomach and get at you from behind, spreading your ass and thighs

you push back against his face and all he can do is moan, he’s just so enamored by how sexy you are

he goes so fast that you never have time to keep up with your own climb and before you know it you’re crying for him to make you come

he’s so muffled as he talks you through it through his open mouth, “comeformebaby… comeforme…”

𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙀

nearly always finds a way to get you to suck his dick at the same time, but nevertheless you don’t complain

he likes the way your moans feel when they vibrate along his cock

you’ll come more than once when eddie’s involved because you won’t stop until he comes and that can take a while

when you’re in 69, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist so you can’t move, absolutely demolishing your pussy with his mouth

other times he’ll make your spread your vulva for him and he’ll let a string of spit run down on you to get you wetter

he loves how wet you get

rotates between rubbing and licking your clit

always does a courtesy fuck afterward no matter how many times you came beforehand cuz he just can't resist

#reservoir dogs #quentin tarantino #x reader #tim roth #steve buscemi #michael madsen #harvey keitel #chris penn #reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs headcanons #mr pink #mr white #mr blonde #mr orange #mr brown #kissproof

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duchessdollmace · 2 years

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I’m saddened by the lack of smut fics for Mr.Pink x reader 😭

#reservoir dogs #mr.pink #reservoir dogs x reader #mr.pink x reader #reservoir dogs imagines

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rockhoundbeck · 1 year

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Ladies and gentlemen... Mattel: Reservoir Dogs pt 1 🤙🏻✨🖤

Credit me if you're using these lol

#steve buscemi #reservoir dogs #mr pink #mr orange #quentin tarantino #harvey keitel #michael madsen #mr blonde #mr brown #tim roth #mr pink x reader #mr white #barbie template #barbie #barbie movie

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 8 months

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✨Gonna start announcing my latest actor/show obsessions on here✨

23rd August:

💕new:

Tim Roth (and everything he’s ever done)

#tim roth #Tim Roth x reader #cal lightman #lie to me #mr orange #reservoir dogs #dr james wilson #dr james wilson x reader #house md #james wilson #dr james wilson x peds!reader #house x wilson #dr house #dr house x reader #house x reader #james wilson x peds!reader

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daddyissuesfordays76 · 2 years

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This man has no business being this hot!!

#tim roth x reader #tim roth #reservoir dogs #mr orange

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headoverhiddles · 2 years

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Hangover - Tim Roth x Reader

Thank you for the commission @bloodandglittertastessobitter! Hope you love it.

Contains: Daddy kink, rough sex, semi public (kind of).

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The music in the club distracts you from your voice of reason, desperately urging you to take it easy on the drink in your hand. This is your third, and despite what the rumors say, alcohol doesn't make anyone look any better. You hadn't seen one man you had found attractive all night, and you're close to giving up. You had been into the idea of dancing tonight to forget about life for a while, but a little something extra is always nice too.

You almost spill your drink from some faceless dancer nudging you. When you turn, she nods toward a dark booth in the corner.

"He's been looking at you all night."

You follow her line of sight to see a man staring you dead in the eye. The surprise of meeting his gaze so suddenly almost forces you to look down, but something holds your mutual eye contact in place. He looks like the cat who got the cream now that you've noticed him, a smirk growing on his face. His posture tells you everything you need to know about the man-- cocksure, his legs open in a lazy sprawl. He's considerably older than you, with a little bit of silver in his blonde hair.

"Who's that?" you shout over the music.

"Don't know," the girl shouts back. "I don't typically take names when I arrive at the club." Well, with that answer, you figure you're on your own tonight. You'll have to find out for yourself. When you turn back to face the stranger however, he's not in the booth; all that's left is an empty whiskey glass. Before you can complain about the loss to your friend or set off on a drunken venture to find him, you've forcibly added to the dynamic mosaic of dancers on the main floor, weaving in and out of people to the music. Every time you close your eyes, you can see his half lidded ones trained so intently on you. He must be interested; that's why he had been staring in your direction. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, jumping on the first chance at something exciting tonight.

You lose yourself momentarily in the music, feeling hands on you as you're passed through everyone like the rest of the dancers are. You start to move to the beat, until you feel someone's hands rub up your arms. Your eyes open to look into blue ones.

"Hello, love," the man grins. "Looking for me?"

You focus on him. Of course, it's the man from earlier. "As a matter of fact, I was," you smile, dancing a little closer. You take his hands, moving them higher. "My tits are up here."

"Fuck me, you're forward." His hands travel back down your waist to your hips, thumbs circling the skin deftly. "I normally don't go for someone so..." he cocks his head, "Out of my age range. Even if you do have amazing tits."

"I'm older than I look," you assure him with a wink, and he smirks.

"You sure about that, love?" You slip into his personal space, tilting your chin up to him.

"You wanna check my ID?"

"I trust you," he responds, tugging you closer. From the way he's grinding against you, you're convinced he wants to get in your pants. That's fine with you-- you had worn cute panties tonight for this reason alone, and this guy was daddy material. The idea of him treating you like his babygirl dizzies you, and your ass drops deeper down to the beat. What would it feel like if he spanked you? Tugged your hair? Came on your face? All questions you'd love to discover the answer to. You finally feel a tug of thirst-- the tipsiness feels good now that you have someone to channel the good vibes into.

"I'm gonna break the cliché, and go buy us some drinks," you say, turning away. You've already got an idea of what he drinks from what you saw before: whiskey or scotch, something amber on the rocks. The man takes your arm however, tugging you back, and closes a bill into your palm.

"Sorry, love. Can't let you do that." Rolling your eyes, you accept the money and head over to the bar. He can pay if he wants-- one step closer to a sugar daddy, you think to yourself with a grin. You order the drinks, leaning against the bar. You can feel eyes on you, so you turn. To your left, someone has made themselves comfortable. A younger man. Sighing, you can already tell he's going to be a problem. Just as you're preparing yourself for his inevitable pickup line, you feel hands on your shoulders.

"Can she help you with something?" your older stranger asks from behind you. The younger guy seems startled at first, then scoffs.

"Was I talking to you?" he asks. You freeze, and wonder if punches would be pulled. Evidently, your beau of the night isn't the muscular type; he's better with his tongue.

"Sounds like you were talking out of your ass, actually," the older man says, smiling. "Now back the fuck off, yeah?"

"Wha-- what gives you the r--?!"

"He just got out of jail," you tell the younger guy. "I wouldn't get on his bad side." Your stranger gives your shoulders another rub as the guy finally backs off.

"Good one," he whispers in your ear. "Come on. Too many people down here." He dives back into the crowd, and you lose him again.

You look around, and notice a staircase to the rooftop. There's a pool up there, and more bar service. You hold your drinks up over the heads of the crowd as best you can so as not to jostle most of them out on your way, and finally make it up the steps.

You find the man leaning over the rail, looking down at the city below with a pack of smokes in his hand. Approaching, you bring the drinks over.

"Ditched me."

"You? Never," he vollies back, and offers you a cigarette. Declining, you instead lean over the rail with him.

"I'm Tim by the way," he mentions, lighting up. You eye his fingers as he rolls it around between them, wondering what they would feel like inside of you. You can't help the giddy smile that spreads at the thought.

You introduce yourself as well, and jump to the burning question you'd been wanting to ask since you informally met Tim.

"What were you thinking of when you were staring at me earlier?" you ask him. He hums.

"Was thinking of how that sweet cunt would feel burying myself into it," Tim replies nonchalantly. Your breath hitches.

"Now who's the forward one?"

"You've gotta be with a girl like you, I think," Tim smirks. "You're a devil, you are."

"You barely know me, daddy." It's his turn to suck in a breath.

"Mm. I can tell by the way you move your hips you're trouble." He forgets his cigarette at his feet as he cups your face. You lean into the feeling as he guides your lips in for a kiss, his tongue sweeping gently along your bottom lip. He grunts softly as his hand rubs down beneath your skirt and lifts you up by the thigh, feeling up the waistband of your panties and encouraging you to grind. He bares his teeth through the kiss, growling your name with a heated curse against your lips. He finally breaks away, running a hand through his silvery blonde hair with a chuckle.

"You gonna be around this club next weekend?" he asks.

"Why don't we take advantage of tonight?" you ask, pouting your bottom lop ever so slightly. "The fun doesn't have to end here."

"It doesnt have to, but it's going to. I'm tired as all hell and I've got work tomorrow, love. A lunch meeting. Need my wits about me."

"You mean you don't want to wake up tomorrow morning with my clothes tossed all around your place?" you purr, leaning your hand against his chest. He bites his lip.

"Knew you were a little devil, hey? Can't wait a week, can you? Too much of a slut. Figured." You gasp, fingernails digging into his shirt. He gives your ass a light smack. "'Fraid you'll have to wait, all the same. No touching either, yeah? I'll know if you do."

With a wink, he's off.

With a promise of meeting up again at the club a week away, you're not sure you can stand waiting until then. Even just the kiss had drawn something out from deep inside of you, and it demanded to be satiated.

You wake up, flipping onto your stomach in bed. You grumble to yourself, rocking your hips down in your half asleep state. It's depressing and more than a little disappointing that Tim isn't currently beside you or behind you, spooning you, nudging his hard on into the small of your back. You whine into your pillow, rocking down again. You wonder how big it is, and again feel a tug of regret at not getting him in bed. Good things come to those who wait, and you wanted to be a good girl for Tim... but fuck, the memories of him grinding against you coupled with the lingering sensation of his lips on yours last night are testing your resolve. He said he would know if you touched yourself. How would he know? You stifle another whine in your pillow, petulantly rolling your hips down against the mattress. Slowly, you slide your hand down, and begin to rock against the heel of your palm. Your eyes roll back at how good it feels-- not as good as Tim's cock would have been, but it's something.

You imagine your fingers are his as you lay on the pillows, spreading your legs. You think of his voice rasping in your ear all that he’s going to do to you, how he can smell how horny you are for him, so sweet, how much he wants to leave marks all over your fucking body--

“Tim...” you sigh, biting your lip. "Daddy... yeah." Your finger moves faster, and you use your other hand to dip into yourself ever so slightly, curving perfectly as you can tell he would. You add a finger, and arch up off the bed, rubbing even faster. “Please… I need you,” you whisper. "Tim..."

You sit up slightly, hugging the pillow to your chest, and feel the effects of your hangover hit all at once. You had forgotten upon waking up how much you drank the night before. You gently ease yourself back down, moaning out mumbled pleas to no one as you continue your grind without your fingers inside. You think of Tim instead, trying to picture the bulge in his pants and what it must have looked like last night while kissing you. Fuck, you should've touched it. Just as you're about to cum thinking about his dick, it hits you.

"Shit," you mutter, checking your phone calendar on the bedside table. Lunch with your parents today! You had almost forgotten. They live on the other side of town, so you'd better get there in time or you'd hear it from your mother.

After groggily making your way over to their place, you head inside with little more than the coat you had grabbed on your way. Lunch with your parents was hard to coordinate on the best of days, since your mom was always busy with one thing or another and your dad is away on business so many days of the year.

Your mom greets you with a hug, and you hug her back, trying to evade her squeeze. Your head is still pounding from the alcohol last night and she tends to cut off your circulation with those.

"Hey sweetheart," your dad smiles. "Glad you could make it. Hope you don't mind, but I had a little business to discuss with a colleague of mine. Business carried over, and he's joining us for lunch." Your mom rolls her eyes, taking the bottle of white wine from you.

"I tried to tell him to leave work at work, but as usual, he wouldn't listen."

You laugh. "I don't mind. Where...?" You forget your question as you walk into the living room. There, sitting in one of the armchairs, is the man from the club last night. Tim. He's rubbing his temples, suit buttons undone down his chest. He gives you a salacious up and down, before finally looking past your everyday dress and recognizing you.

He looks surprised, and the widening of his eyes is only hampered by the obvious ache in his head that causes him to squeeze them shut.

For some reason, it brings you some level of amusement that he's feeling the hangover too.

"Dad, do you have any aspirin?" you ask softly, not breaking eye contact with Tim. Instead, Tim tosses you a bottle he obviously brought with him.

"Long night?" he drawls.

"Cut short, actually," you nod cheekily, taking the pill, "I would've preferred if it lasted longer."

"Shame," Tim smirks. "Guess you had somewhere to be." Your mom seems confused by your rapport with the older man. Your dad steps in.

"This is Tim Roth, my colleague in finance. Tim, this is my daughter." You've got to put on a show for the sake of this lunch.

"Very nice to meet you, Tim," you say, extending a hand. He gives it a squeeze, eyes glinting as he looks up at you.

"Likewise, love." You retract your hand, hoping it doesn't show how aroused you are from that look alone. Your mom clasps her hands together.

"Well! Let's all sit down for lunch, shall we?"

You suppose it's a good thing that Tim hadn't been seated across from you. He would have likely been making obscene gsstures the whole time and encouraging you to play along with your parents right there, which would have ultimately ended badly. Instead (for better or for worse) he had been seated to your left. Your parents sit across from the two of you at the dining room table, and don't waste any time striking up conversation with you.

"How are things at work?" your mom asks.

"Good," you reply, never willing to go much further than that with them. If they know too much of your business, it always comes back to bite you.

"And what have you been doing for fun?" your dad asks you. You give a small smile.

"Oh, you know. I go to the club sometimes." You can practically feel Tim's grin beside you.

"Which club?" he has the nerve to interject. You clench your jaw.

"The only good one in town."

"Mm. I've been there a couple times."

"Oh?" your dad asks, surprised. "Tim, I didnt know you were a dancing man." Your dad's colleague flashes him a smile.

"I don't go there to dance."

Your mother clears her throat, and you readjust in your seat. Just as you do, you feel his hand place on your knee. You freeze again, blinking. Shit. You don't have a very good poker face.

"How about your love life?" your well meaning mother asks. Although she is well meaning, it's a tired question, and now isn't the time you'd like to answer. Not with this guest present. You don't really want to answer anything right now, if you're being honest-- all you want is Tim to slam you up against the wall, cover your mouth with his hand and fuck you until you scream.

"Love life? Non-existent," you reply.

"Really?" Tim asks, "Pretty girl like you?"

"Careful," your dad chuckles Tim's way, "That's my daughter you're talking about." Tim smiles good naturedly, but you know what lies beneath his facade of friendliness.

"I've got other things than love on my mind at the moment," you retort, pointedly.

"Care to share with the class?" Tim teases.

"How about you?" you ask him, turning the tables. "Does your love life impact your work with my father?"

"You could say it has a certain effect on it," Tim tells you. "Or it could, anyway."

The oven dings. "The rolls are ready!" your mom exclaims, and you take a deep breath. Tim's hand squeezes your knee, and he feels a little higher. Just as your mom's bringing out the rest of the food, Tim's finger reaches between your legs to stroke down the middle of your silk peach panties. Of course you're wet, which only makes you blush harder. Now he knows your fantasy.

"Excuse me," you whisper, getting up from the table. Quickly heading down the hall where the others assume you're walking toward the bathroom, you duck into the guest bedroom for some air. Your breath hitches as you sit down on the bed, the comforter grazing your panties. Fuck... you hadn't realized you were this wet. Just the idea of Tim touching you under the table where anyone could catch on is enough to make you throb. To ease the ache, you bite your lip and give yourself a rub. They wouldn't notice if you were gone for 5 minutes tops would they?

Hoping the answer is no, you quickly slide your panties down to your knees, and groan softly as you tease one finger inside yourself. You imagine it's Tim's finger under the table, as it had been dangerously close to enacting moments ago. You dream of what would have happened if you had let him finish what he started.

A soft whine falls from your lips, pressed together, as you use your other hand to rub slow circles just above where your other fingers are.

"Daddy," you sigh. "Right there."

You hear Tim ask your mother if he could admire her decor in the other room, at least until you got back to the table. His footsteps approach. You should really close your legs and make yourself decent, but you can't bring yourself to. You want to give him the show he expects. The door opens-- he doesn't even knock.

"Look at that fuckin' display," Tim mutters, shutting the door softly behind him. He cocks his head, staring unashamedly between your legs with a lick of his bottom lip. "Someone need her daddy?" You lean back to rest on your elbows, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth again. He advances, pupils blown. "Right here?" He brings a hand down to give a long rub where your fingers had been, and you moan. He hums. "So wet, love. Have you touched yourself since last night?" You can't bring yourself to lie.

"I barely did, I promise. I didn't even cum."

"Naughty, naughty. What did I say? I said not to touch, yeah?"

"I'm so sorry, daddy."

"Sure you are. And now you thought you'd come in here and finish what you started? Think you'll get yourself off in time to get back to your old man? They'll start to wonder..."

"I think I need a little help, daddy," you breathe, and a moan slips out. Tim can't hold himself back after hearing that-- he reaches down to unbutton his shirt and you take over for him in a rush, his lips finally meeting yours in a dazed kiss that's far more urgent than the one last night.

"Need you," he whispers against your lips, mouth dropping open. He swears again as you bring your hand to his cock and flatten your palm against it through his pants. "Take it out, baby. Yeah. Wanna feel you touch it."

"Tim," you gasp, and his lips slip from yours to press hot, open mouthed kisses down your cheek to your neck, to your collarbone. "Touch me."

You feel his warm breath tickle your neck, and he reaches down with one hand to cup your right breast through your shirt. Letting out a gentle moan, you arch forward into him on the bed, and he massages the soft flesh, coaxing a louder noise out of you.

"You like it when you get all this attention from daddy?"

"Yes," you sigh. He hums, and moves over to massage the other breast.

"Beautiful." You release your bottom lip from your teeth to moan again, an airy sound that tells Tim you like what he's doing. He snakes the hand down to cup your cunt.

"Is this where you want me?" he snarls in your ear. "You need daddy here?" Your thighs clench around his knee, the struggle of your hands to touch him a reminder of your bindings.

"Please."

"Yeah," he breathes in your ear, "Turn around for me, darling. Gonna take you from behind like the dirty slut that you are." Tim handles you into place so that you're on your knees beside the bed, forearms resting on the comforter. He twists your hair around his fist, jerking your head back, and smooths a hand up beneath your shirt. "I'll pull out, yeah?"

You nod hurriedly, reaching back to grab for him. He grabs your hand and holds your arm against your back as he guides himself between your folds, teasing himself in the slick. "Oh, fuck. So wet for daddy, hm? Were you thinking of this out there? Bet you were."

"Shhh," you nearly sob, pussy clenching, "They'll hear you."

"They might hear their daughter getting wrecked by an older man, is that it?" He chuckles. "Your father's fucking friend. Such a whore." You whine, pushing your face into the bed to mask the noise. Tim finally sinks a couple inches into you, groaning. "That's right," he mutters, sinking deeper, "Fuckin' take it, love. So hard for you. Could've taken you at the club last night, but you waited like a good girl."

"Reward me, daddy. Let me cum?"

You push back, and the motion causes Tim to thrust forward on instinct. You let out a particularly loud moan at the pound, but Tim doesn't give you time to worry about it. He starts up a rough pace, pulling your hair back and slapping against your ass. He starts to grunt as the sound gets louder, slowing himself down so he doesn't cum before you do. Gently rotating his hips, his thrusts calm down to soft, deep pounds. The warmth of your arousal only grows by the change in pace, which soon picks back up again. The bed is beginning to creak as Tim loses it, and you suddenly become all too aware of the time.

"Make me cum, please, please," you whisper, gasping and digging your fingernails into the mattress. Tim groans.

"Cum on my cock, love. Wanna feel it. Wanna feel you soak me." Your eyes squeeze shut as Tim pounds in once, twice more, and you claw at the sheets as your orgasm hits you. Tim holds you down to the bed by the back of your neck, and the control he has over you only makes it better. When he's sure you're finished, he pulls out and jerks himself fast over your back. Surprising him, you slither out of his grasp against the bed, turn, and swallow him down. His jaw clenches as he fights a moan. You take him as far back as you can, swallowing around him, and he inhales sharply, your name on his lips like a breathless mumble. His head tilts back as you finally feel the first few spurts hit the back of your throat. When you're sure you've swallowed every last drop, you pop off and grin.

"Was I a good girl?"

"Ace," he sighs, ruffling your hair. "I'll be thinking of that when I'm in business meetings with your real daddy."

Tim returns first to the table, commenting on how beautiful the interior design of the house is. You return shortly after, lipstick applied again with the excuse that you were freshening up. Your parents buy it.

After a quick dessert (second dessert, if you count what Tim had to offer) you decide it's about time to head out. You say your goodbyes and hugs go all around.

"I can drive this one home," Tim says, nodding to you. You smirk at him after your parents are out of earshot.

"Going my way?"

He smiles back. "Planning on it."

#tim roth #tim roth x reader #reservoir dogs #rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead #the incredible hulk

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s1mpforeveryone · 2 years

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i'm just sayin mr. blonde puttin you in your place after you disobey him n act out n maybe flirt with someone else 😋 maybe you're not even dating but i feel like he's a no-sharing type of man (except maybe with eddie)

#reservoir dogs #mr. blonde x reader #mr blonde #smut #mr. blonde x reader smut #feel free to write please #i am begging you #i will regret this tomorrow

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pangborns · 25 days

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And if I write a reservoir dogs (specifically Mr. Orange) x reader ??

#reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs #Quentin Tarantino #Tim Roth #tim roth x reader #Mr orange x reader #fan fiction

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littlemissvincentvega · 1 year

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hiii!! I hope you are doing good :) but I was wondering if I could request hcs for white/Larry dating someone who likes to dress vintage(clothes, hair, makeup, etc... the whole package) specifically the 50’s?? Thank you so much lovely and have a great day!!!

hey lovely! yes, i'm okay thanks although a little sick but that's just christmas for you haha. oh i adore this so much though being a vintage gal myself 🥰🥰 so this is really self indulgent for me too 😹

mr. white/larry dimmick with a vintage!reader

the day larry met you he was starstruck simply by your looks. he thought you were a model, somebody famous or some kind of entertainer. he approached you to tell you he loved your style, how beautiful you looked, it really suited you

"it's not something you see every day, but you sure pull it off. do you think i could buy you a drink?"

this man is knowledgable so he knows how you do your hair. he's aware of what pin curling is and admires how you're able to do it and perfectly brush it out

when you're dating, he likes to surprise you with clothes he thinks will fit the vintage vibes

one of the nicest things he's bought for you is a faux fur shawl. it keeps you warm on date nights and looks so elegant. he likes to touch it, neaten it up for you, adjust it depending on what else you're wearing

when he tells the other dogs about you he'll show them a picture he keeps in the inside pocket of his jacket and compare you to an actress from the 50s. it varies depending on your hair colour/style etc, but they're all beautiful!

he has an appreciation for classic movies so stick one on, he'll enjoy it and will probably have already seen it before

you know this man loves when people look twice at you. it happens a lot and makes him feel so lucky that, out of any guy in the world, you fell for him

#reservoir dogs preference #reservoir dogs headcanons #mr white hc #mr white x reader #mr white preference #larry dimmick hc #larry dimmick preference #larry dimmick x reader #reservoir dogs x reader

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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RESERVOIR DOGS PREFERENCE

PUTTING (EUPHORIA) MAKEUP ON THEM

Characters: Mr. White (Larry), Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke), Mr. Blonde (Vic Vega), Mr. Pink, Mr. Brown + “Nice Guy” Eddie

Tags: swearing, tarantino characters not appreciating the beauty of makeup ??

Taglist: @locke-writes & @aryn-the-bearheart

A/N: i am currently planning a reservoir dogs/pulp fiction x OC AU fic that's euphoria-themed, but i feel like its just hyper fixation and my untreated adhd will just make me abandon it entirely and bounce back to fixating on HBO war fics :P enjoy and leave a like/reblog/feedback <33 ^.^

( i added links to the makeup looks they have lol! its highlighted so you will see )

━︎ MR. WHITE ( LARRY DIMMICK )

He thinks you're joking, but you're so serious

Mr. White laughs out loud. "C'mon. Don't do that to me, y/n. I'll wear those things the day aliens land and go clubbing in L.A."

One time he's so drunk from the bar that he comes home and gets too curious when he sees you organizing your makeup station. "All right, I'll bite. Make me look like a doll."

He's not sober so he moves too much, and you're struggling.

"Finally done!"

He checks the vanity. You went simple but bold on graphic eyeliner. "Ho-ly shit!" He laughs. "I could pick up women and men at the bar if I went out like this earlier."

━︎ MR. ORANGE ( FREDDY NEWANDYKE )

Freddy has a nice eye shape, so you decide to give him a smokey eye look with glitter tears

He lowkey doesn't mind it, he knows he's good looking so why not add more shine to it?

"Stop moving, Freddy. You'll make me mess up."

He checks the mirror. "How do you come up with this?"

You take a lot of photos of him, and he keeps it on for the whole day that he'll forget that he's wearing makeup

Officer Holdaway from the police department visits him at the apartment with some case files he picked up for him. "What the FUCK happened to you, man?"

━︎ MR. BLONDE ( VIC VEGA )

He thinks it's too girly, and would only appreciate it if it was worn on someone attractive

Mr. Blonde mainly likes red lipstick and loves it when you leave lipstick stains on him

You're actually worried that he'll touch his face too much that it'll ruin his makeup (he touches his face too much)

He's so annoyed that he finally gives in and lets you experiment.

You let him choose the colours on the palette. "I dunno, that one."

He hums when he looks in the mirror. "Yeah. It's cool." He kinda likes it, but he immediately makes you wipe it all off.

━︎ MR. PINK

There is absolutely no way Pink is ever gonna wear makeup, let alone let you put a dab of blush on him

He will literally swat your hand away and try to throw you off the couch when you pounce on his lap with a powder brush in your hand

He's passed out on the couch and you slowly and carefully apply pink liner on him

He wakes up all groggy, annoyed, and confused as to why you're smiling and laughing so devilishly. "What's the fuckin' matter with you?" He goes into the bathroom and looks in the mirror. "Y/N L/N YOU ARE SO DEAD."

━︎ MR. BROWN

Brown will only say yes as long as you don't make him go out in public

"Fine," he huffs. "But I want a Madonna glam."

You agreed because he couldn't stop talking about Like A Virgin the whole day.

As he's watching you look at the eyeshadow palette, you decide on the neon colours for the 80s vibe.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," he says to you.

He keeps bombarding you with questions about the brushes. "There's a whole routine to makeup?! Jesus."

"I guess I do feel kinda pretty," he chuckles to himself in the mirror.

He messes up his makeup because he kept scratching his eyes!!!!

━︎ NICE GUY EDDIE ( EDDIE CABOT )

"No fuckin' way, y/n. Do I look like a lab rat?"

"I promise I'll make it look cool." You bribe him to do it. You'll do extra hours with Dove if he lets you do his makeup.

He's in his office chair and you're sitting cross-legged on his desk, working on his face like an artist with their canvas.

He's sweating and constantly checks the door because anyone can walk in, even Joe or the Dogs, and see him wearing makeup. He would have to crawl into a turtle shell and go into hiding for the rest of his life if his Dad caught him.

"Jesus, are you almost done?"

"Just about done." You put the lid back. "Do you like it?"

He checks the tiny mirror on the wall. "Oh." He nods. "Did you superglue gems on my face?!"

The door opens. Mr. Blonde is standing there, jaw dropped on the floor.

#reservoir dogs preference #reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs #reader insert #preference #mr white x reader #mr orange x reader #mr blonde x reader #mr pink x reader #mr brown x reader #nice guy eddie x reader

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kissproof · 2 years

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can you write headcanons of the Dogs reacting to their s/o getting shot during a mission like what happened to Orange? Thank you! :)

𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 😌 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺

𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴 /𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵

𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚: 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴 /𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆

he rushes you to the warehouse because that’s the first thing he can think to do, frankly it’s the only thing he thinks to do

and he’s absolutely frantic, he’s cursing he’s pacing he’s pushing his hair back over and over, he can’t even smoke he’s so riled up

he waits anxiously, almost angrily for the other dogs to show up

“what the fuck is taking them so long?”

funnily enough the only time he thinks to physically touch you is when you were initially shot

he ran to your side when he heard the gun, hoisting you up and running out of there

he lifts your head to put his suit jacket (folded like a pillow) beneath it

asks you to tell him about your life. birth til now, anything and everything and he doesn’t care who hears or how dangerous it is, he just wants to distract you from your pain

you’re not sure if he’s really listening or not but you admit it helps somewhat

eventually some other dogs finally show up and you all figure out from there what you’re going to do

𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙀

imagine orange’s predicament times 100

once you’re at the warehouse he refuses leaving your side for any reason, even if just to explain what happened

he won’t go more than 2 seconds without pressing that you’re going to be just fine

“you’re not going anywhere, do you hear me? say it: i’m not going anywhere”

through your hyperventilating and sobbing you try to believe him

when you do calm down, though, you feel yourself give a weak smile at him

“there’s that smile…”

he doesn’t know what he would do if he couldn’t ever see that smile again :(

you squeeze his hand so tight at any and every ounce of pain, wincing and flushing from tears

you’re so grateful that he’s there with you, no matter how grave your situation is, you know that without him you’d be a goner

𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀

you get shot before you can even make it to the getaway car with orange

and it wasn’t even a fucking cop, it was some random civilian hiding a pistol in their grocery bags who saw you booking it down the street with wads of cash

he doesn’t take you to the warehouse but he doesn’t immediately take you to the hospital either

instead he finds an empty parking lot and climbs into the back seat with you

holding you there, it’s so quiet and he whispers to you that he’s so sorry and tries to tell you you’re going to be okay

he wipes away your tears, blood all over him and the car and his hands as it smears all over your face

and the whole time you can’t help but think of how cool you two must look together, doing this together

he’s conflicted about whether or not he should tell the others about what happened

and he’s too afraid to leave you alone, even just to drive but you tell him you can’t take much more blood loss and it was best to just go

you feel a peace fall over you as you hear the car engine start, driving off to the ER

𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀

externally, he’s so fucking chill about everything

this isn’t his first rodeo by any means, personally removing his own bullets included, so he knows the best protocol is to stay calm

he wraps up your wound in whatever piece of thick clothing he has, a lit cigarette still puffing away in his mouth

puts on k billy’s super sounds of the 70s from the warehouse radio and sings to you under his breath

jokes about you getting his shirt all dirty, but when you wince from laughing he mumbles for you to “just take it easy”

you end up sharing a cigarette, and he holds it for you, taking it in and out of your mouth whenever you’re finished or need another drag

a lot of soothing via physical touch

he’ll always let you know what he’s about to do no matter what it is

“‘m gonna go check on the other guys” or “i gotta take a leak, don’t you die on me”

when he comes back he makes sure to remind you how great this moment is. you’re a real dog now!

𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉

asks you how many fingers he’s holding up like 20 times

he’s so freaked out that it’s impossible for him to function, he just keeps talking about nonsense to you

it gets to a point where you snap and bark at him to take you to the warehouse

you best believe he speeds all the way there, clutching your hand and asking if you need anything when he knows all you need is to get medical!! attention!!

you kind of throw yourself into whoever is there, begging for some pain killers or something, doing everything to avoid brown

but when it gets quiet and things are more calm, you apologize for how you acted earlier

and he apologizes for being a dumbass

he moves you to a secluded part of the warehouse and chills with you there until joe can come

you end up falling asleep on him with his arms around you, and everyone gets nervous that you might’ve died but thankfully your wound wasn’t fatal enough to do serious damage

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killingitreservoirdogsstyle · 2 years

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Okay I have a couple ideas that might be funny! Have you seen the TikTok’s where a guys girl will be super dressed up and say she’s going to target and they film their boyfriends reaction? Or the lip filler prank? 😂

Would you mind doing a reaction HC of the dogs? If you don’t want to do both that’s totally fine and if you dont want to do all the dogs will you just do orange, white, and blonde? Thank you kindly! 🌸♥️

Hi, fellow friend! So great to hear from you again! How have you been? How's everyone been doing? Oh my god, these are fantastic ideas! Lol I have seen too many of these pranks online and I had the same sort of feeling that someone should write up reactions for the Dogs! My calling has come, LMFAO. I'd be thrilled to do both of these! I hope it's fine that I combined them into grouped headcanons for each of the Dogs to make it easier to read and write. Let me know if it isn't and I'll gladly fix them up! I hope you don’t mind that I threw in Eddie! Thanks for requesting, you always have the best ideas!

Also, please don't be shy about leaving comments to tell me what you thought of the writing. No pressure of course, but I'd love to hear what everyone thinks, positive criticism or praise is totally acceptable. Again, it's absolutely fine if you guys don't :)

FANDOM: Reservoir Dogs

GENRE: Requested Headcanons and romantic relationship

SYNOPSIS: The Dogs' gender neutral s/o pranks them with TikTok trends and hilarity ensues!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing, innuendo, sexual comments, and romantic relationship!

MR. PINK/JEREMY DAVIDSON ( my canon name for him )

Right off the bat, Pink is a very protective boyfriend. I wouldn’t say he is possessive, but he certainly isn’t about to let anybody steal his s/o no matter what gender they are. It makes him jealous when other people hit on you, so he has a sense of ingrained defensiveness just because of that. Overall, he’s just a paranoid mess of nerves, but he loves you more than anything.

For the Target prank, you'd put on something that flattered your body a little too well. If you're female, a skimpy dangerously low cut dress and stiletto heels with flawless makeup would do the trick. If you're a guy, just wear something that hugs your downstairs goods pretty well and an open shirt. My non-binary, agender, and fluid peeps, wear whatever he thinks you look fantastic in.

Above all, what will really do him in and piss him off is a sense of confidence. If you act like you know you're hot stuff, that will both turn him on and concern him.

You stride towards the doorway of your two's studio apartment, shoes clicking on the floor. Grabbing the keys, you shout that you're heading off to the grocery store to pick up some things. He comes to give you a list, only to be met with the sight of your glorious self looking amazing.

His eyes bulge, jaw going slack, and he freezes mid-sentence. Pink scans your body, a glimmer of lust in his blue eyes. He reacts a few seconds after, face darkening in disapproval. It's not that he doesn't like how you look--rather its the opposite--he is opposing you going out to Target like that without him.

" Absolutely fuckin' not. Over my dead body, babe. I don't care where the hell you're going, but you're not going out looking like that." you shoot back that he's overreacting, to which he gives you a confused glare.

" Like hell I am! Lemme just go put on my suit and tie then and we'll be matching, " he retorts in his usual sarcastic tone.

He pretty much reacts the same way to the lip filler prank, spitting out his drink when he sees you. He has to bite back a laugh, but he can't contain himself and bursts out in an uproar of giggles. You pretend to be upset while trying not to laugh yourself.

" Did something sting you or what? The fuck is that?!" he screeches, feeling like he'll wet himself from laughing. After when you tell him they were pranks, he might pout and carry on about it for awhile. Deep down, he thinks it was hilarious though.

MR. BROWN/JOHNNY CAMPBELL ( personal canon name )

You know the drill by now, put on something that shows off your tits, ass, dick, all of those, or body as a whole, and you're all set. What would really make the prank impactful would be if you put on something of his. He's a sucker for seeing you in a shirt or pants of his, it gets him turned on straight away. Another thing that would push him over the edge would be to wear ankle bracelets and other feet jewelry. I mean, COME ON, this is QT's character we're dealing with here, ha ha. Anyways, do something like that, and you'll get a rise immediately.

Both of you were getting ready to pop over to Target to buy some snacks for the film showings you guys had planned to have at your place with the rest of the Dogs. Brown was really excited for the evening and even happier that you were going to be there with him. You came out of the bathroom looking gorgeous, walking as sexily as you could.

He was waiting in the living room, setting up the last things on the projector and television before your friends arrived. He was listening to a commentary track from a movie you didn't recognize, the audio playing softly in the background when you told him you were ready to go. Smiling wide, he looked up towards you as he got up. Like Pink though, he froze the minute he laid eyes on you.

" Holy Christ, sugarcakes..." he stuttered, too dazed to properly form words. You could see the arousal and attraction taking over him in a moment, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He obviously likes what he sees. Then, the spell is broken in a minute, when he realizes what you're actually wearing.

" Look, I'm not your Daddy or your boss at all, so I might not have a say here--but seriously? You're gonna go to Target like that?" you nod, almost cracking up on the spot. He sighs, and you can tell he's uncomfortable with the idea.

" You're making me look like a bum compared to you. I feel underdressed, baby."

The lip filler prank gets pretty much the same reaction as Pink's did for him, boisterous laughter filling the car when he climbs in. You'd picked him up from work after his shift at the Video Archives store, to greet him with your lips puffed. When you tell him that you did it to give yourself a confidence boost and make yourself more appealing, his reaction switches.

" Oh, Y/N, no! Why do you bash yourself like that? You're fucking perfection, baby girl/boy/babe. The goddamn Sharon Stone/Humphrey Bogart to my little cinephile self! You’re all of those bombshells at once ten-fold!” he’s such a sweetheart about it, and you can’t help but hug him. You tell him it was a prank, and he groans. You two have couple prank wars all the time, so he should have seen it coming. But he’s laughing later too, finding it so funny.

MR. BLONDE/VIC VEGA ( tw/implied smut/sexual comments )

Okay, he’s hilarious too in his reactions, except not in way you’re thinking. In regards to the Target prank, you would try to look your absolute best, be it in a suit, dress, or whatever tickles your fancy. He wasn’t planning on going with you instead wanting to have a drink or two and phone up Eddie to have a catch-up.

You were going out to get some veggies and other essential household items after he didn’t the day beforehand. He had no qualms about you going on your own, he trusts you and likewise for you too. Vic’s mid-conversation with Eddie, the two guffawing like moronic high schoolers over a job they had pulled recently. He wasn’t exactly paying attention to you, sipping bourbon and chilling on the couch. But it’s how fantastic you look walking past that catches his eye. You bid him goodbye and tell him where you’re going. A smile plays on his lips, and he tells Eddie to hold for a second. He practically runs up to you, lifting you by the waist into his arms.

“ Mmm, you trying to tell Daddy something? Where do ya think you’re going lookin’ all dolled up like that, huh, Y/N?” he rasps in that godforsakenly hot voice. You giggle, bopping his nose and protesting. You try to break free, but he holds on tight to you. He buries his head into your neck, planting open-mouth kisses across your jugular vein. His hands roam across your body, gripping your butt in squeezing motions. You moan, pleasurable grunts sounding from his throat.

“ You like that, baby? ” with that, he sweeps you up and carries you to the bedroom. Let’s just say you’re screaming with pleasure moments later, ha ha.

The lip filler prank makes him recoil and he is understandably taken aback by seeing your lips so puffy. You were out with him at one of Joe’s nightclubs for a night out with the Dogs when you’d excused yourself to use the bathroom. A few moments later, you came out with the filler. The others are in on it, acting all supportive of your new look. If it hadn’t been for the booming music in the background, Blondie would have heard Eddie and White’s snickers.

“ What in God’s name is that shit?” is his reaction, and you explain it to him. If he knew better, he would know straight away that it was a prank. But because he isn’t versed in female beauty trends or techniques, he has no clue. Vic isn’t let in on the joke until you and Orange break down laughing. After he finds out, he pulls you onto his lap, and whispers into your ear:

“ Very funny. You’ll get your punishment after this, sweet thing. Daddy promises,” and boy, does he fulfil that promise later on.

MR. WHITE/LARRY DIMMICK

I think that out of all of the Dogs, he’d have the calmest reaction along with a sense of supportiveness for the latter prank. He doesn’t really lose his temper with you that often, unless you really pushed him, which is rare. Instead, you two just exchange playful bickers. The Target prank makes him laugh, and he can tell straight away its a joke.

Larry was just popping down to the nearby convenience store that was in the vicinity of the apartment building you two live in. It was the weekend, and all around him, Los Angeles was bustling with tourists, fellow city-goers, and campers going about their business in the evening summer heat. After buying a pack of Red Apple cigarettes and a few other grocery items, he weaved his way home through the busy streets. You phoned him on his wireless cell--like the one Eddie had in the film--and told him you wanted to head off to Target to buy cat/dog food for your pet which sounded normal. You wanted to know if he wanted to meet up at the park with you. He agreed without hesitation.

As soon as he rounds the corner to see you, a smile breaks across his lips. You look stunning, more so than he thought was possible for your already divine self. It hits him like a punch to the gut, taking his breath away. Closing the distance between you two in a kiss, you ask him what his opinion is of the outfit.

“ I think you already know how I feel about it, my darling. My God, look at you smoking like that,” he doesn’t even necessarily have an issue with the clothes, but he does ask you if its okay if you change into attire that is suitable for the environment you’ll be going to. Larry’s not opposed to you wearing such things because he trusts you and knows you wouldn’t put up with people flirting with you.

The lip filler prank is the same but he doesn’t vocalize any judgment or apprehension towards it. When he sees you with it, he is encouraging. To him it doesn’t matter what he thinks, it’s about making you feel confident and empowered. Unless it was something that was hurting or damaging you, he isn’t going to shit all over you because he loves you.

“ Do you feel beautiful? Then fuck what I think and fuck what others think. I just want you to be happy, Y/N, and this is a safe constructive way to do that.”

When he finds out you were pranking him, he laughs it off with you. Except that covertly, he’s now planning a prank or two of his own in the back of his head. So be wary of whatever he may come up with!

MR. ORANGE/FREDDY NEWANDYKE

Ladies, pull out the hooker boots and short shorts! Men, it’s an open shirt that will do the trick! All my out of the binary friends, pick whatever you want! It’s time to get Orange, and let me tell you that it will be one hell of a time! Like Brown, you two are big kids who have constant prank wars, so it isn’t uncommon for stuff like this to happen. It certainly has made your relationship stronger and more exciting.

To kill two birds with one stone, you would pull both pranks at once on him with the help of White and Eddie. They were more than eager to help you out, thinking it was a great idea. Being friends with Freddy means getting pranked at some point in the friendship, and Eddie and White want to get even after Orange’s last pranks on the two Dogs. ( Let’s just say it was involving a water gun filled with watered down mustard on White’s new white jean jacket and giving Eddie a pair of boxers with a hidden vibrator like device. He’s lucky he didn’t get shot right there and then for giving Nice Guy a hell of a time, if you know what I mean ) You framed it as inviting the two Dogs over for dinner, and he was totally cool with it. He didn’t suspect a thing which relieved you.

En route to your house from the station after work, you phoned him that you wanted to pop by Target with Larry and Nice Guy for some last minute beverages. He waits by the curb outside for you three and sees you come out shortly later. His eyes shot open and his jaw dropped. He had to admit you were popping, but it took him aback that you looked like that in front of Larry and Eddie and the public.

“ Y/N?! What the hell is this baby?” he stammers, gesturing at you wildly. The Dogs tell him to calm down because he’s overreacting. You chide him too, reiterating that you guys were supposed to go to Target. The food was going to get cold soon. When you spoke, you had a weird lisp-like accent from your lips looking so swollen. It almost made White and Nice Guy crack up, but they reigned themselves in.

“ They look fuckin’ hot, Mr. Orange. Don’t see what the big deal is over,” Eddie butted in, and Orange snapped back with “ Hey asshole, I’m right here y’know! Keep your bitching to yourself.”

It’s the way he says it that makes you break out laughing and the other two join in. Orange stares dumbfounded, absolutely confused over what in the hell was going on. When you say it was a prank, only then does he laugh. You did get him pretty good, and White and Eddie finally got their well deserved revenge too.

“NICE GUY” EDDIE CABOT ( tw here for some sexual comments and period mentions briefly )

I just had to use this GIF because it was so perfect to describe Eddie’s reaction to these pranks! By the way, none of the GIFS I use are mine and I give those who own them full credit! Anyways, Eddie is a cross between Pink, Blonde, and White with the pranks. He is very supportive of you taking confidence in your appearance and expressing yourself through your physical looks. He constantly rides you about accepting yourself because he hates seeing you sad, down, or ugly. You’re perfect to him and he wants you to understand that. But he’s also protective of you too. As we saw in the film, he has quite the temper that rivals his dad’s.

He was out for work reasons when you were at home on the phone with your best friend. Both of you were in the midst of a giggling conversation about some ideas for pranks you two had come up with. They had urged you to try the lip filler and the Target prank on Eddie, because they had gotten a hilarious reaction out of their partner. Whatever reaction you’d get out of your own boyfriend would be golden and you knew that. So you agreed to do them. You invited your friend over to your house to help you formulate the plan.

You phoned Eddie shortly afterwards, telling him that your best friend was over and you two were planning to have a girls night sleepover. Nice Guy had no qualms over that, smiling at how happy you sounded. He asked what you two had in store. As you spoke the words you and your friend had come up with, you slipped in that you two were going to do lip fillers—of which Eddie has no idea about how they work but knows how they look. He laughed it off, not taking you seriously, saying he was going to do one more thing for the Dogs, go to Target, and then come back home within an hour. When you hung up, you flashed a grin at your friend. You two rushed to the bathroom to get ready to meet him at Target.

About half an hour went past before you were ready to go. On the drive there, you both sang your favourite tunes at the top of your lungs, and had a blast the whole time. Sure enough, his Cadillac was parked close to the doors of the store. Dating Eddie for so long, you had an inkling of where he might be, so you two made a beeline to the dairy section. Rugged, babyfaced, and in his favourite windbreaker, he checked the expiry dates of a few different yogurt tubs. Your friend dragged you to the adjoining aisle where they made you break out laughing. You could practically feel Eddie freeze at hearing that all too familiar laugh. Sauntering out of rows of stacked soda and beer boxes, he saw you looking absolutely beautiful. Heat burned across his cheeks, jealously lighting him up.

“ Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?!” He caught up with you two, grabbing you gently into a hug. Innocent as an angel, you repeated the story that you had gotten your period/needed medicine and were picking up said products. He didn’t buy it, of course, getting slightly upset at you for coming so dressed up. “ You look like you’re ready for a singles night out at the club, baby, not to pick up shit at Target. Come on, what’s really going on, and don’t lie to me. You wanna get fucked by Daddy, is that it? I can do that for you, just not here…”

Finally both you and your friend crack up and spill the beans that it was a prank. He laughed too, amused by your cheekiness. As a reward for making him laugh, he bought you all the chocolate and treats you wanted for your sleepover. Let’s just say though that like Blonde, he punished you really good in the bedroom for your little stunt.

I hope that these were okay, and please do let me know if you need me to fix them up! I don’t mind whatsoever and only want them to be perfect for you! Thanks again for requesting anon and thank you all for reading, it means the world to me! Have a fantastic rest of your weekend guys, and keep those reqs coming! No pressure though, ha ha. Bye!

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