#lawrence dimmick

[sandsu03]

*reaction this

[4ndj4]

Okokok but watching Full Metal Jacket for the first time and seeing this:

Reminded me of, ofc, this bitch:

[fredbydawn]

Reservoir Dogs (1992) 🤝 Saw (2004)

a guy called Larry lying on the floor and homoerotically caressing the face of a twink (who is lying about how much he knows about the situation they're in) and tells him that he's going to be ok as the twink bleeds out from a gunshot wound (he's not gonna be ok)

[san-tsun]

The tension is real.

Dat quotes that I will never forget.

Mr White: "You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize." 😅

Mr Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day little doggie? Or are you gonna bite? 😏

[funkymbtifiction]

Paid Request: Reservoir Dogs: Mr. White / Lawrence Dimmick [ESFJ 2w1]

Paid Request: Reservoir Dogs: Mr. White / Lawrence Dimmick [ESFJ 2w1]

Function Order: Ti-Se-Ni-Fe Lawrence is a warm-hearted guy who quickly befriends Mr. Orange and cares about him and his emotional welfare; when he’s bleeding out in the backseat of a stolen car, Lawrence tries to convince him that he’ll be okay and to calm him down. He jokes around with the other guys, but also has a lot of strong moral opinions. He insists that Mr. Blonde is a psychopath and…

[hungry-hobbits]

[headoverhiddles]

Read Through - Harvey Keitel x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Your drama prof, Professor Keitel, has you all write a scene for your final performance. Yours is a bit risque, and you want his first hand opinion on it during his office hours...

Notes: This is purely a short sluttacular pwp. Harvey is daddy af. 

It's the last class of your Friday, and you're sitting in the intimate first row of Professor Keitel's class, listening to the man speak about your final assignment for the course.

"Now it's nothing too difficult," he assures everyone, "Just a routine scene I want you all come up with... of course, I want it to be anything but routine, it should be something interesting. Now some of you may be thinking, 'why am I writing it? This is an acting class, I don't need to do that shit.'” You sigh. You love it when he swears. “--That's where you're wrong. Acting goes hand in hand with writing-- they're both creating. You're gonna build a character who you want to play, and do them justice when you play them. There's nothing more egotistical than that... and we all know, ego is a very important thing for an actor." Everyone laughs with him, and he straightens his jacket. "Alright, get outta here. Finished scripts on my desk next Friday, office hours tonight."

You suck on the end of your pen as you watch your professor gather his papers and books. He'd been the fixation of your fantasies since you had enrolled in his class-- most people your age went for the frat boys around them, but you couldn't get Professor Keitel out of your mind. He was so authoritative, so strong willed, so passionate about what he taught. 

He wasn’t the most straight laced professor either-- he had a few unorthodox ways of teaching, that many on the teaching board admonished him for. You just thought it made him exciting. There were rumors floating around school that he used to run with the mob, or some kind of secret gang of criminals. It turned you on to imagine that. He also had this twinkle in his eye that told you there was another side of him. You always found yourself wearing the lowest cut tops you had for his class.

As he folds a few page corners of his book to mark his places, Professor Keitel looks over to you, as you're one of the last to leave.

"(y/n). Looking forward to what you come up with," he says, "You always think of the wildest things. Which is a damn good thing! It'll get you recognized."

"Yeah?" you ask, tucking your hair back, "Think I'd have a shot at getting recognized?" 

"Anyone could recognize you," Professor Keitel replies, then looks down to his papers. "Remember, I'm here for any extra help you need... or if you just wanna play with ideas."

You bite your lip. "That's okay, sir. I think I know what I'm gonna do."    

"Good for you." He lowers his voice. "A lot of these guys in my class are fuckin’ slackers. Doesn't really make sense, I'm kind of a hard ass. Maybe I'm too hard on ‘em."

"I don't think you're too hard," you smirk, "Sir."

He chuckles in disbelief, obviously catching your flirtation, but he refrains from taking it any further.

"Good luck, Miss (y/l/n). I look forward to reading your work."

You leave, your miniskirt swishing just under your ass, and hope he's watching you.

--

You drum your fingernails against your laptop keys, and sigh. None of your ideas seem to be working out... one plot is just too boring, the other doesn't make any sense.

Maybe you should take Professor Keitel up on his offer for office hours. Nobody really went to those anyway, right? He wouldn't be busy. 

Then you get an idea. With a wicked smile, you start to type, the words pouring out of you. As you're typing, you bite your lip, and run a hand down your stomach to tug down your panties. What's wrong with having a little fun with your homework?

--

The next evening, you're excited to show your professor what you've gotten down. You had a whole entire script finished, but you needed that last stamp of approval to ensure you got good marks.

"Professor?" you ask, knocking lightly on his office door. His office hours are listed there: 6-9 pm. You check the time on the wall. 8:55. "..I hope I'm not too late." He opens the door, and sees that it’s you. 

"No," Harvey shrugs, "I haven't got much to do tonight anyway." He invites you in. "What can I do you for?"

You smirk, appreciative of that figure of speech. "I finished my first draft."

"You did! Amazing. And you wanted to... run it by me?" He pours himself some whiskey, and you bite your lip. His disregard for school rules made him so attractive... those rumors about the mob seemed truer every day. 

"Well," you part your legs ever so slightly, and your professor can't help it-- he glances down. He can see your satin panties under your skirt, then his eyes flicker back up to yours. He takes a long sip of his drink. "--You see, sir, drama is complicated. You really have to act something out to know if it's good."

"Oh," he nods, already wrapped around your little finger, "So you wanted me to run your lines with you? See if..." he licks his lips, "If they translate well off the page?"

"Mhm," you nod, and he sets his glass down. 

"I can do that for you."

You smile, passing him a copy of the script you'd been up late working hard on. He reads the title, nods, and starts.

"Okay. Interior, office. Professor Dimmick sits at his desk, folding his page corners to mark his places." He looks up. "For risk of sounding egotistical, was this character based on yours truly?"

You shoot him a look that tells him to keep going. He does.

"Student walks in. She's got a little crush on Dimmick." He looks up at you, gaze penetrating.

"Does the professor know about her feelings for him?"

You get up, and move closer, stopping just inches from him. "I don't know, that’s a character choice. As an actor, you can answer that... does he?"

Harvey keeps reading. "The student falls to her knees... and takes his--" He looks up. "(y/n), as your professor, there has to be a line."

"What about censorship?” 

“This is far past censorship, you’ve written... hard core porn! For class!” 

“Please? I really need to see if the words roll off the tongue," you practically moan, “I can always change it later.” Professor Keitel clears his throat, and nods. After all, at the end of the day, he doesn't believe in any kind of censorship. "He takes himself out of his pants." He palms himself gently, trying to make it discreet... but you can see him under the desk, and it’s making your pussy clench to know you’ve got him exactly where you want him. "And the professor moans."

You slide down, and get on your knees, crawling under his desk. He parts his legs as you unzip him, and he holds your head in place as you take his cock out.

"Keep breathing..." he whispers, reading off the page, "Ohh... keep breathing..." He drops the script. "That's it. That's it, sweetie." He’s past trying to resist. He sees your looks in class, and god, he’d jerked off so many times in this very office thinking about you doing this to him. 

You moan as you suck your professor off, and look up through your eyelashes, seeing how much he's enjoying it. He encourages you, nodding whenever you look up. His heavy cock sits against your tongue, sliding to the back of your mouth with every deep-throat. He finally pats his lap, and you pop off, getting up and straddling him.

Harvey lets out a breath, and kisses you. You moan, and he wraps his hands around your head, pulling you closer to him. You lift up, and lower down over his erection, riding him while holding on tight around his neck. He keeps his hands on you, holding you there, and groans your name like it's a prayer. 

"(y/n)... god, that's wonderful..." he whispers. Your breasts drag against his suit jacket.

"You like that, sir?"

He grimaces, conflicted. He's not supposed to be doing this... he could get fired if anyone walked in, and you could be thrown out of school. But you, his best student, were just so sweet, felt, so, so good, and at the end of the day? He honestly didn’t give a fuck.

"I'm gonna..." he huffs, kissing your neck, “I’m gonna fuckin’ come, babygirl.”

"Me too," you gasp, and you both climax at the same time, kissing feverishly. You step off of him, and grin, snapping your lacy panties as you pull them up. Once you've got your skirt back down, you pick up the script. "Well. I think we improvised a bit, but all this was all very useful for my final draft, sir." You wink. “You really nailed the actions.”  

He sits there, stunned, with his pants still open, and runs a hand through his hair. "No matter how good I think that is, honey... It's not appropriate for class." 

You giggle. “Good thing we have more time to workshop it.” You wave goodnight, and leave him to finish his whiskey. 

[satanicchameleon]

Bc y’all appreciate these two as much as I do

[justaboutsnapped]

Don’t you see…

[thegirlwho]

Reservoir Dogs (1992) dir. Quentin Tarantino

Happy 30th Anniversary! 🎉

[schmweed]

[hungry-hobbits-art]

i've got 3 resdogs and 6 saw stickers left from my mini batches! 3$/each, dm here or main if interested!

[rysttle]

mr white + D5..... please

louise- louise im sobbing jskakan 

WHY LOUISE

NEVERTHELESS,,,, HERE-

[matttheratking]

Reservoir Dogs really took Be Gay, Do Crimes to the extreme huh

[cineblood]

Reservoir Dogs (1992) dir. Quentin Tarantino

[pulpygurly06]

Oh boy oh boy... Favourtie trailer