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kissproof · 1 month ago
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*Moonwalks into your asks* 🕺 If you're still taking Reservoir dogs requests, could I get something similar to that Eddie realizing his crush on the reader who just joined the gang with all the dogs, or if you want a specific one maybe pink or brown? I love your work!
thank you so much love!!!! i’m quite happy to oblige *tips hat*
SUMMARY: headcanons for some smitten dogs!
WARNINGS: mature themes
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PINK
when pink realizes he likes you, it happens subconsciously at first, he doesn't even register
you two are assigned to travel with each other on a job and you stop at the diner, of course
usually he’s all talk, the man won’t stop talking! but with you? his cigarette ash is practically running away from him he’s so invested in you, he wishes he could get your name
he’s got his chin in his palm, the smoke all skinny and winding up and up past his head, his eyes soft and you think (?) he could be (?) smiling (?)
you think to tell him his ash is a mile long, but…he’s kinda cute like this
and the biggest tell all… say it with me now
he TIPS!!! you go to put your cash down and there goes his hand reaching over yours
“nah, i’ll get it” he says and ushers you to put away your wallet but also if you bring it up to anyone else he'll kill you
BROWN
brown gets so flustered and excited around you it starts to make you feel oddly special
when another dog starts to talk over you in a meeting, brown shuts them up QUICK
in fact, he’ll have all eyes ears and nose on you,
suddenly he feels like the dumbest guy in the room because everything that comes out of your mouth is shit he’s never even heard of before
and he likes that. he likes how smart you are
you’ll know he really likes you when he starts talking about real person stuff
but mundane stuff, stuff that’ll get you distracted if you’re talking about it on a job like a movie he just caught at the theater two nights ago
you start to swap movies via VHS tapes, coming to and leaving from meetings with handfuls of films, and the rest is history
WHITE
why is this man opening your car door for you?
he’s pulling your chair out at restaurants, in FRONT of the other dogs
he’s eyeing you as you sit alone in the backseat as he drives, probably has pink in the passenger since he was being a hardass about not moving for you and he’s smiling all the way up to his eyes
soon he only wants to hear your advice
“i dunno, it's a tough job… what do you think?”
“was i asking you, asshole?” when another dog tries to butt in and give his 2 cents
when the dogs ask him why he’s so fired up over it, he gives an exasperated shrug
he just respects you……and also wants you saying his real name
ORANGE
freddy…freddy freddy. you’re at his apartment allll the time
you shouldn’t be? it’s against the rules? but he keeps inviting you?
and now you’ve seen every comic book in his collection. including the ones still in plastic
and he runs through every persona he has, so you hear the most mindblowing stories; you can't even believe they're real
and he can't believe he's lying to you…he starts to learn that he cares about you more than to lie. but at that point it's so deep
he always makes sure to sit next to you at the diner or at the bar and he buys most of your drinks. at this point you’re almost always on the same tab
one night after a night out with the dogs, he walks you to HIS car because of course he drove you there himself and gets up the courage to giggly ask if you wanna come back to his………….
BLONDE
the word crush makes him feel like he’s such a pussy but this man is crushing!!!!
you know how him and eddie wrestle?
expect a bit of play fighting here and there (it starts honestly as like playful shoving every now and again when you make a jabbing joke), he likes to test how strong you are compared to him
most times he can have you twisted up in mere milliseconds which he’s soooo amused by
gets so pissy when you’re not around. he’ll like actively check his watch when the dogs are out somewhere hoping it’ll just be anyyyy moment now before your pretty self turns up
the biggest giveaway is that he’s constantly checking you out
it’s flattering most of the time until he’s flustering you with comments too
little whispers only you can hear and it should stay that way because if joe finds out omg
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littlemissvincentvega · 2 years ago
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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 🥵
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imaginesbymk · 1 year ago
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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 )
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━︎ MR. WHITE ( LARRY DIMMICK )
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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 )
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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 )
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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
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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
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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 )
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"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.
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queenie-the-court-jester · 7 months ago
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hiii!! still getting used to messaging bloggers, so i apologize if i seem rude 😭😭 im a lil shy…
just wanted to say i LOVE your writing and each of your yanderes! im literally obsessed each time you post and love each one of your OCs. 🥺🥺🫶 the amount of depth of details you put into them blows me away!! \(^ヮ^)/ you are one of my absolute fav blogs and for once a blogger that doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable to contact ❤️❤️
i hope you don’t mind me asking for more content of the farm fics!! i would love to see more big daddy and mrs béne, or the koi quintuplets! maybe how they would be if reader fell in love with them or confessed to them? feel free to ignore or take your time; personal matters come first!! ♡
can i be 🍧 anon?
Even sweeter than honey
a/n: awww shucks.. you got me blushing up a storm 🍧😊 also I'm guessing you already know how horny I make my ocs, so this'll be no excuse 😭🌺
Tw: none I think, just pure fluff and horny idiots
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tancho: he would want to belly flop with joy! When you finally say yes to his insistent need to mate with you, he'll nearly faint from all the blood pumping into his nerves. Expect lots of nosebleeds during the consummation
kiko: she's the more quiet one out of the five, giving you a happy smile and leading you a bit far away from the little dock. Where you can both mate peacefully with no surprise guests p.s. it doesn't work
hime: her little fin ears start wiggling with joy as she drags you into water, holding you and making you float along with her as she smothers you with her love. Making Happy clicking sounds, she splashes any of her siblings that get too close
Tsu: they clap their hands in joy and sit themselves up on the little dock next to you. Copying what they saw the other land dwellers do. Holding your hand, kissing your lips, and they may or may not do it Infront of their siblings. Giving the 4 a shit eating grin as they claim you
Koromo: who let this horny bastard out of the underwater cave. As soon as you agree he's dragging you into the water and into their cave. Already tugging off your clothes and ravaging your neck with kisses. Impatient to get you nice and full with his eggs
Mr's bené and big daddy: they're elated! Mr's bené Dragging you to the barn with big daddy close behind. If you're afab, she'll hold you close with your back pressing against her lactating tits, all while big daddy pounds into you. If you're amab, surely you can wait 3 more months until the baby is born? Meanwhile,you can get a head start with big daddy
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kohabielnin · 6 months ago
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Helo,hello , I really really enjoy your Truth and inference series, and I'm so happy that your request box is open.
/*excited noises
Can I request the whole truth and inference cast reacting to a modern reader?(I really think there should be more idv x modernreader fictions),thank you, thank you.😘
Of course, I love exploring more of the T&I universe so it always excites me to be asked something about
D.M/Désire Mélodis
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• When he discovered it, it was as if a million new possibilities had appeared to him,
• If with the knowledge of the time, it was already dangerous, with modern knowledge then...
• Everyone realized that he was treating you better than he treated others, just so he wouldn't lose you to Mr. Inference,
• Tuberose got a little jealous when he realized that D.M was treating you well and Gatto was deeply afraid of that,
• Passing on the knowledge you have to D.M can be one of the most dangerous things to do, you can't predict what this man will do,
• In general, even though he has ulterior motives for you, he seems to treat you well because he wants to, not to get information out of you, he is a real mystery
Noir/Saphir Mélodis
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• He found this extremely interesting when he learned,
• Just as he found it interesting, the concern came in threefold,
• He doesn't want D.M to find out for fear of what his brother might do to you,
• Crimson also helps you hide your secret, since according to herself, nothing will stop her from treating you like a little sister,
• Sometimes, out of curiosity, Noir asks what things are like in the modern world and never ceases to be surprised by his answers,
• According to him, he would love to see how everything will turn out, but he knows he won't live long enough for that, so he is content just listening to their stories
Gatto/Aesop Carl
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• First he was shocked, then excited, and finally confused,
• What would a person from the future be doing in the past, he thought, but the excitement of learning new things about chemistry was greater,
• He asked, even in a shy way, for you to teach everything you knew about medicine and modern chemistry,
• I can say that I have never seen a Gatto as excited as he was while you explained and demonstrated everything you knew to him,
• Even Cat was fascinated by his knowledge after making a delicious salmon dish that she had never even dreamed of trying before,
• You and Gatto made a promise that this would be your secret and no one else would know
Mr. Inference/Naib Subedar
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• He was very excited for several reasons and one of them was that with his knowledge of his time, he would get evidence to put D.M behind bars,
• Lady Truth scolded him for thinking about using you to get rid of D.M, then he apologized to you,
• To make up for what he wanted to do, he bought you a basket of sweets which he shared with White and Lady Truth,
• You taught Mr. Inference everything you knew out of your own free will and he learned much faster than you imagined,
• For him, meeting you was like a blessing from the gods, after all, even if you weren't someone from modern times, you were still a great companion for him and his friends, so he felt grateful for that
White/Saphir Mélodis
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• When you felt comfortable telling him, it was his happiest day, even though he already knew,
• Every fraction of a second, this boy asked a different question,
• Even though it was tiring answering so many questions, seeing his surprised and interested look, it was worth all the tiredness,
• Whenever you finish answering his questions, q he will say that I would love to be able to see with my own eyes what you are talking about,
• Even if it feels sad in your chest to hear him say that and know it's a lie, you still smile and say, who knows...
• Of course he notices that you are sad and showers you with affection, after all, for him, seeing your sad face is worse than death
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rosellacwrites · 11 months ago
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Sharp Dressed Man — Part 1
summary: every girl crazy ‘bout a sharp dressed man. Especially when he’s a superhero.
pairings: Steven Grant x AFAB!Reader (otherwise undescribed), implied Marc Spector x AFAB!Reader, implied Jake Lockley x AFAB!Reader
rating: M for this part (reader’s horny). Subsequent parts will be E like whoa.
warnings: suit kink, mention of violence (Moon Knight against the bad guys), did I mention suit kink because that’s really all this is, folks
word count: 794
author’s note: This was not written for the Moon Knight Spring Bingo @moonknight-events, and is not an official entry, but subsequent parts will be, so I’m reposting this now. (I’d have reblogged the original but I can’t fucking find it, thanks, Tumblr.) Happy reading!
dividers by @firefly-graphics
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You know everything about your boys, by now. Or at least you thought you did. 
Mostly, these days, Jake’s the one handling the work for Khonshu, which is why you see him the least of the three. He’ll come home once in a while, wrecked and needing shelter, and you do your best to patch him up, heal his hurts and fill him with love and care before you have to send him back out into the gods’ world.
But sometimes, Khonshu’s business requires your other partners too. They do their best to keep their life with you strictly separate; you’ve never met Khonshu, and you’re content to have it stay that way. Marc and Steven won’t talk about their secret superhero lives much, not wanting you to worry about them, but you’ve occasionally caught a glimpse of Moon Knight on the news, doing his vigilante thing. 
His superhero suit is interesting, you think. The long cape seems impractical, but you can’t deny it’s got style, and the gleaming crescent blades he wields are alluringly forbidding. The one thing you don’t like is the mask; you’d like to be able to know for sure which one of your boys is on duty on a given evening. It never occurs to you that there might be a much simpler way to tell. 
You’re home alone one night when you learn the truth. The door to your flat creaks, and you hear the noise of the key in the lock; Marc, Steven, and Jake are all sticklers for making sure your door is locked at all times. They know what can happen, if it’s not. 
But the suit that strides through the door is not a suit you know. Head-to-toe in dazzling white, this suit is a — suit. Three pieces, all so perfectly fitted you think whoever’s supplying the supes these days must have trained on Savile Row: knife-creased trousers flowing like water over his long legs, shawl-collared waistcoat showcasing his broad shoulders and trim waist, and jacket in a rich textured brocade that invites your fingertips. You want, suddenly, to take your shirt off and find out what it feels like against your nipples. You want to learn it with your tongue. 
Even masked, you know your man, his brow adorned with a crescent moon. “Fuck me running,” you breathe, flattening your palms against his chest. “This is — incredible. What an upgrade.” You can’t stop touching him; every part of the suit has its own subtle texture, rich and opulent. He just stands, patient, letting you stroke him all over, and it’s not long before you’re pressing harder, feeling for the muscle underneath. 
And you still don’t know who’s wearing the suit, but given the fact that he hasn’t moved or spoken since you first put your hands on him, you’d put your money on Steven. He’s by far the most patient of your three. But then he waves a hand and his mask vanishes, and you’re proven right; Steven smiles at you. “Hello to you too, sweetheart. Rather dashing, innit?” 
Your eyes go wide, and you grab him by the tie and haul him in for a filthy, desperate kiss. His blood must be up from the fight still; he’s just as fierce as you, giving no quarter, devouring you as though starved for love. A messy night, then. Heavy wet heat has been gathering between your legs since you first touched him, and your cunt clenches when the cool leather of his glove meets your skin. 
“Bloody hell,” he pants, leaning his forehead against yours to catch his breath. “That’s quite the welcome home.” 
“Fuck, Steven,” you sigh. “Who let you out in public looking like that? Did the powers that be decide to improve stats by making everyone too horny to do crimes?” 
“I’ve always had this suit. Didn’t realize you’d only ever seen Marc’s monstrosity.” He laughs, flushing a little. “If I’d known you’d like it this much, I’d have worn it home ages ago.” 
“I never even knew you had two different suits.”
“Different fighting styles, love.” He displays a couple of strikes and parries, showing off for you, and the smooth, lethal grace of his body weakens your knees. He knows exactly what he’s doing right now, and he knows you know it too. 
“The mask part. Does it…” 
He seems to know what you’re asking, a wave of his hand restoring the mask and vanishing it again just as quickly. “You’re wondering if the rest comes off like that too, yeah?” At your glassy-eyed nod, he chuckles again. “Don’t think so. You’ll just have to take it off me the old-fashioned way.” 
You shake your head, and it’s his turn to look at you wide-eyed. 
“Leave it on.” 
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rockhoundbeck · 2 years ago
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Ladies and gentlemen... Mattel: Reservoir Dogs pt 1 🤙🏻✨🖤
Credit me if you're using these lol
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pangborns · 7 months ago
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CASUALTIES.
Mr. Orange x fem!reader
The accusations quickly lead to fatal injuries.
Blood, death, violence, weapons, etc.
to the ppl that liked my post :D - @bshutsky @bloodandglittertastessobitter @manunitedfan1 @vapidluxury
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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 cop’s 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 in front of 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 right, you watched as Orange’s gun fell to the floor with a clang.
He clutched at his stomach, whimpering in pain as his head hit 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.
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evileyekabuki · 11 months ago
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Merry Christmas Mr. White
Summary: It’s Christmas time in Japan & Kimmie wants to give Mr White a special Christmas present
Jay White x OC (Kimmie)
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Kimmie was in the Bunny Palace’s dressing room putting on a sexy Santa costume for Mr White, she was putting on her red lipstick also adding a little bit of lip gloss to make her lips glossy & beautiful. She wanted her first Christmas with Mr White to be special that’s when she heard a knock on the dressing room door.
“Come in” Kimmie said while still applying her red lip stick she wants going to allow anyone to distract her from making Mr. White pleased when he saw her. “Hi Kimi! Oh my god you look gorgeous!” The women who walked in giving her all the compliments that she’s heard before was Mariah May, she was new & was fighting for Toni’s attention & approval. “Thank you Mariah.” Kimmie told her finally getting done with her makeup. “Wait is this for Jay?” Mariah asked giggling finding Kimmie & Jay’s relationship cute. “Yes it��s for Mr. White you think he’ll like it.” The younger women asked wanting approval from the nice but somewhat gullible blonde, “Of course he will when he sees you he’s going to eat you up.” Mariah giggled causing Kimmie to blush at the thought of Mr. White having his way with her all over again just like the night they first met. “I would love to talk to you Mariah but I have to go bye!” Kimmie said so eagerly that she rushed past her & the other bunny girls before quickly leaving the Bunny Palace to meet with Mr. White.
That’s when Kimmie started to text Mr. White while walking to her apartment.
Sugar Bunny: Mr. White
Mr. White: Hi bunny what is it?
Sugar Bunny: I’m off of work & I have a surprise for you 🤭
Kimmie looked back down at her phone to see Jay’s instant reply
Mr. White: Surprise? For me 😏
Sugar Bunny: Yes for you silly. It’s at my apartment I think you’ll really like it meet me there 😚
Mr White: I’ll be there in 10
Kimmie stopped texting him to squeal & blush before rushing to her apartment in the middle of the city at this time of night. Kimmie unlocked her apartment door so Jay can walk in when he arrives until then she looked herself in the mirror to make sure she was looking slutty as possible which she succeeded, that’s when she went to her room to spray herself with his favorite perfume which would make him want her even more that’s what she wanted after all. Until Jay finally arrived she decided to stay in her bedroom waiting for him, waiting for him to see her & most importantly waiting for him to destroy her. God she wanted him so bad wanting him to treat her like a common whore & nothing more than a cum drunk whore who only belongs to him & him alone. That’s when she heard her apartment door opening, she heard footsteps & finally heard his voice.
“Kimi. Where are you bunny bunny?” Jay asked in a teasing tone god that made Kimmie so horny, hearing him call for her wanting to see her. “I’m in here.” Kimmie called back in a seductive & submissive voice. That’s when Jay walked into her bedroom to see Kimmie sitting on the bed wearing the sexy Santa dress she looked up at him with submissive eyes & a smile . “Mhm bunny stand up for me.” Jay ordered her which she would obliged, Kimmie got up from her bed to give Jay a better look. “Give me a 360” Jay said with a slight grin on his lips which she would also obliged to. She gave her a 360 allowing him to see her short dress barely covering the sexy black panties which hugged her ass so nice & tight. He also took a look at her thighs at how soft & fluffy they looked, he loved having his face between her thighs kissing them, licking them & leaving hickeys all over them.
That’s when Jay got closer to her wrapping his arms around her waist & having his hands on her hips while looking at her “Bunny you look wonderful was this my surprise?” Jay asked with that same sinister grin on his face all she could do was nod her head yes. “Oh come on don’t act all innocent you clearly weren’t when you decided to wear this slutty outfit & tease me in those text.” Jay said his eyes were looking at her as if she was his prey all she could do was blush & nod her head. Jay hands moved towards her ass & gave it a nice smack before feeling up on her. “So bunny tell me what you want? Do you want me to fuck your tight little ass & then your slutty little pussy?” Jay asked licking his lips looking down at her. She nodded her head once again but that wasn’t what Jay wanted “Bunny I need to hear you.” Jay told her before lifting up her chin with his finger. “Yes Mr. White please fuck my ass & use my slutty pussy please.” Kimmie pleaded & beg in that sweet submissive voice that Jay loved. Jay kissed her softly on her lips before telling her these words “Get on the bed face down ass up.” Jay commands her with that devilish grin.
There she was on her bed face down & her nice ass up just like Jay told her, she was such a good girl for him. Kimmie could hear Jay’s footsteps behind her she could also hear him going to her dresser to pull out a small bottle of lube. Kimmie saw the small bottle in his hand that caused her blush and hearing Jay squeeze the lube onto his fingers made her blush more red, Jay saw her reaction from the corner of his eye & chuckled. “Don’t worry bunny I’ll be gentle I promise.” He told her before kissing her on her forehead before he went behind her. He why behind her & lift up her skirt starting to remove her panties, Jay saw how wet she was but he would have to focus on her sweet cunt later on the night all that he was focus on was her ass.
That’s when Jay got closer & started to rub the lube on her puckered hole causing her to whimper & even shiver. Jay decided to go deeper by sticking his lube fingers into her hole, started to finger her ass with the lube. “ahhhh~” Kimmie could help herself from moaning, it hurt but it felt so good. After a couple of seconds of fingering her with lube he eventually stopped & put the lube on his cock most importantly the tip of his cock. That’s when he finally gently side into her ass causing her to whimper at the feeling “ahhhh~” Kimmie’s eyes fluttered at the feeling. Jay started to thrust into her ass at a nice pace “Fuck your ass is tight ahhh~” Jay groaned holding her hips closer to him which caused him to start going faster. “ohhhh~ Mr. White.” Kimmie moaned in a sweet tone feeling him going a faster pace than before. “Like that don’t you little slut getting fuck in the ass oh fuck~.” Jay groaned loving the sounds of her moans & whimpers. “Bunny isn’t this your first time, doesn’t seem like it, you sound like you love it don’t you.” Jay grinned starting to get rough & fast. “It’s my first time & I love it you feel so good.” Kimmie whined loving the way he felt, loving the way how he fucked her. Jay keep going faster & faster which would eventually become rougher & rougher, the room was filled with noises of wet skin slapping against each other & a collection of moans, whimpers & groans. Jay felt himself getting close & by the sound of Kimmie she was close to so Jay had to stop before coming inside of her ass. Kimmie was going to whine & become a brat but before she had a chance Jay thrusted deep into her pussy.
Kimmie let out a pornstar level moan for Jay as he started fucking into her pussy. “God your such a whore. That’s whole innocent act is a joke & you know it.” Jay started to degrade her & he felt how she was clenching around him. “You’re even clenching around me you little slut, you love it when I’m mean to you don’t you?” Jay smirked eviley. Kimmie don’t answer him due to her being too distracted on his cock. That’s when jay stopped & yanked her by her hair hard & aggressively. “I SAID YOU LOVE IT WHEN I’M MEAN TO YOU DONT YOU? ANSWER ME WHORE?!” Jay yelled cashing Kimmie to whimper. “Yes Mr. White I love it when you’re mean to me.” Kimmie whimpered starting to blush. That’s when Jay started going back to his hard pace. “Mhm that’s right bunny whimper, whine for me that’s all your good for.” Jay groaned loving how wet she was & how she loved the way he was treating her. “Mr White you’re so good to me.” Kimmie whimpered & even drooled. “Ugh~ you’re mines you understand.” Jay groaned going deeper feeling himself getting closer & closer. “Yes Mr. White I’m all yours ahhh~” Yasmina whimpered softly. “Fuck yeah you are.” Jay groaned. “You’re mines and you always will be.” Jay groaned before thrusting a couple of more times before he finally came inside. He hit her g-spot which made her go wild. “AHHHHHHH~” Kimmie moaned loudly before coming right along with Jay.
Jay kissed Kimmie on her head. “You okay Bunny?” Jay asked wrapping his arm around her. “Yes Mr. White I’m okay.” Kimmie giggled. Jay gave her kisses all over her face. “Merry Christmas Mr. White.” Kimmie smiled putting her head on his chest. “Merry Christmas Bunny.” Jay kissed her head once more before holding her for the rest of the night.
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kissproof · 6 months ago
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Could you possibly do something with both mr.orange (readers boyfriend) who finally goes out and meets the rest of the dogs after giving Mr.orange a lovely hickey to show off. The dogs obviously give him a hard time about it but Mr.white just admires her handiwork and comments something like "that must have felt good" or "that must make him crazy worked up if you were able to get it that dark" until the reader offers to give Mr.white one as well. Which ends up possibly as a threesome.
thank you for your request loveeeee <3
SUMMARY: a hickey is worth a thousand words
WARNINGS: mature themes!
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to say it was bad was an understatement. the goddamn thing was like europe threw up on the side of orange’s neck. you’d given it to him the night before in the back of a bar where the two of you giggled and got handsy like teenagers. it had only further developed since the darkness fell over it and left orange looking undeniably wringed out.
after hours of useless fretting over it, he wore the hickey proudly. he told himself that it was just another piece of you; a deliciously painful memory of your lips that he could carry throughout his day. plus, you were gonna meet the other dogs today. with you on his arm, it was like another trophy attached to its olympian.
as you strolled up to pat lorraine's, eddie and vic were already outside, stalking like gravekeepers with their smoking cigarettes. they eyed you both through sunglasses of varying tints, eddie making sure his pretty eyes got protected from the excessive californian UV.
“ain’t she somethin’?” eddie whistled within ear shot, marveling at the paint job of fred’s car as he curled it round the parking lot and stopped it at their feet. it was funny eddie said anything at all. he could’ve bought twelve of fred’s car plus the one he sat in now.
“well, she ain’t yours, pal,” freddie retorts with a smirk, yanking the gear in place with his head out the window.
“wasn’t talking about your girl.” vic squints, unwavering in his cloud of smoke. “but…now that you mention it…” he drops his sunglasses further down his nose and winks at you through the windshield.
with an eye roll, fred gets out of the car and your eyes follow his hurried footsteps along the asphalt, biting your lip as you wait. you hear your door jack open and shut, a rush of hot air hitting your arm.
“thank you, baby,” you hum with a smile.
“holy shit!” eddie cries, beside himself. “what the fuck is that?”
your attention is brought quickly from your body to the ever-so-obvious mark on freddie’s neck now that you were both gleaming in the sunlight.
“oh… i-" you stammer.
“i haven’t seen one that big since you got out of jail, vic!”
“fuck you, cabot.”
“what the fuck is taking you dicks so long— jesus, orange, your neck." a new voice emerges from the left of you followed by a pair of goofy long legs.
“i know," freddie grumbles, turning his body away and pinching his nose bridge.
“sorry. i’m pink--mr pink. nice to meet you.”
“nice to meet you,” you say politely, forming your hand to his as he extends to greet you. you note that all of them smell of the same smoke.
“you do that?” pink asks, in awe, and you can only blush.
“let’s go,” freddie sighs and walks you inside, a hand on your back as you make it through the doors and spot two more men sitting down at a large table.
“hey! there they are! hello, beautiful.” the older man, who you know to be white, stands up with his arms outstretched and kisses your cheek as they all file in and sit down in their respective seats, leaving one open for you next to orange.
“hello-“
“what the fuck happened to you?” brown recoils, interrupting. his arm leaned on the back of his seat, yet another cigarette parked between his big fingers.
“what does it look like?” freddie cocks his hip, totally flustered.
“sweet thing gave our boy a real juicy kiss!” eddie laughs.
“it’s bigger than my hand!”
fred finally sits down next to you as white does the same, sandwiching you between them. “mustve taken a while…" he trails, eyeing your lips and imagining fred's neck. "t'get it that dark”
you eye white, curiously. “what? you want one, white?” brown smirks. a few scrapes of silverware is heard over the sudden silence of the table.
“just sayin… it’s a beautiful job.”
orange reaches his arm around your chair and hugs close to you. “well, you can all get a good look ‘cuz im done talking about it.”
“awwwwwww!”
“lover boy's embarrassed!”
you look back at freddie, then back to the guys. you shrug. “i’ll give you one too if you like it so much.”
“oh, yeah?” white adjusts himself in his seat and smiles, his face turning red.
freddie furrows his brow before poking his head in to get closer to white.
“in your dreams, white. she’s kidding.”
“i'm not!" you whine.
“baby-“
“it’s just a little kiss…”
you can't help but feel all the dogs' eyes watching you and orange as you look at each other, negotiating with the micromovements in your eyes. they'd never guessed orange would date someone who'd be so charitable!
eventually, freddie sighs, scooting himself back to face the other side of the diner, “…fine.”
you can imagine what happens next.
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littlemissvincentvega · 2 years ago
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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 😹
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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
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imaginesbymk · 2 years ago
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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 ^.^
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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.
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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. 
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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.
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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. 
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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
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“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.
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countrymusiclover · 1 year ago
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44 - Love is the most powerful magic of all
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His Golden Princess
Thank you all for reading ❤️ This is the end of Astrid and Rumple's story
@fanficismydrug @misskitty1912-blog @icefrye19 @lover-of-books-and-tea
Shooting awake up in the bed holding my stomach with my hands tightly. Frantically looking around I gasped. Fumbling over to my nightstand I dialed the first phone number I could think of. “Em, ah! I need your help. The baby…”
“Ast, what’s wrong?” Even though she wasn’t happy I used the sword to save her life and made her a Dark One she still cared about me.
It had been a few months since I had told her and Rumple the truth. Throwing my head back against the pillows I gripped the phone in my hand. “I think the baby’s coming. I….ohhh. I need Rumple.”
“I’ll come get you.” She said quickly.
Biting my lip I drew blood feeling contractions. My heart was beating faster. “Emma, there’s no need. I can just magic there….ah what the hell?” Looking down to my arm I gasped seeing some dark veins rising up through my veins.
“Astrid, tell me. What’s going on!” My sister declared through the phone hearing the panic in my voice. We could always tell the difference in the other person's voice when we were terrified. Before she gave birth to Henry I visited her in jail and could see she was horrified.
Tossing the covers aside I stumbled out of the bed. Standing on my feet I winced holding a hand over my heart feeling it burning in pain. "Emma, I need Rumple. Ohhh! Call - call Ella…call Ashley. Whoever she's going by. Cinderella!"
"Okay I'm calling her right now." Emma hung up where I stumbled down the stairs in my sleep clothes trying to not panic. Leaning against the wall I knew that Ashly or Ella would be there for me just like my sister.
Walking into Ashly’s hospital room Emma said I should be the one to tell her we convince Gold to let her keep her child. Shutting the door behind me I smiled seeing her holding her daughter. “Hey, how’s she doing. What’s her name?”
“Alexandra. Sean came to see her.” Her smile dropped thinking back to Gold and their deal. “Will he be taking her from me now?”
Sitting down on the edge of her bed I placed a hand on her leg. “Nope. Emma and I got him to let you keep her. My sister will owe him a favor but it doesn’t matter as long as you’re happy.”
“Thank you, thank you both so much.” She began crying, bouncing her baby girl in her arms.
Sending her a grin I tilted my head sensing she had more to say. “What is it, Ashly?”
“I noticed Emma, your sister said she had a kid. But you don’t. I just thought that if you ever have children I’ll be there for you.” The blonde grinned and we would later learn she was Cinderella. “You and Emma gave me a chance to raise my child. And that is something I will never forget.”
Sniffing through tears I didn’t expect that from the single mother. “Awe thank you, Ashly. I will remember that. You have my word.”
The blonde princess pulled up outside my house and her husband Thomas came inside seeing that I was holding my stomach. Throwing my head back I winced sharply. “Sean!”
“Did someone call a prince to the rescue? Come on, we'll get you to the hospital.” He wrapped his arms around my waist lifting me up bridal style carrying me out to his truck.
Ashly was in the front passenger seat holding her daughter in her lap. But she reached behind the seat taking my hand in hers. “It’s going to be okay. Emma said she is going to get Rumple.”
“Okay…” I nodded, biting my lip, shutting my eyes as we flee to the hospital which thankfully wasn’t far in the small formerly cursed town. Once we were there her prince came back with a wheelchair and the nurse got a room ready.
Laying in the bed I gasped seeing the dark veins making their way through my whole arm. I didn't know why it was happening but it had to be the reason I collapsed and saw my daughter in a future vision. “Ah Mrs. Gold. I am praying that this pregnancy I perform is actually normal this time.” Dr. Whale came into the room with a set of nurses.
“You and I both…urgh!” I bared my teeth down before the lights in the room flickered off and on like crazy. I had a blood pressure cuff on tracing my vitals that started sounding off like crazy.
Whale came over reading the level my heart was going. “Woah, that isn’t good. Your heart rate is way too low.”
“It probably has something to do with these.” Holding my forearm upwards he caught sight of the dark veins. I coughed some blood on my shirt when the door burst open and I saw my sister and husband. “Emma - Rumple!”
My husband rushed over to my bedside as quickly as he could with the limp and cane. He takes my hand in tracing his thumb over the veins that were growing my palms now. “Astrid, I’m sorry. There shouldn’t be this much stress on the baby. But don’t worry I’ll fix it.”
“Rumple ... .no you take the power back.” I gasped through tears seeing him draw the Dark One dagger from inside his suit jacket.
He shook his head clutching the dagger handle tightly in his hands. He began crying heavily where I could see his brown eyes welling with tears. “I can’t let the darkness kill you and our daughter. You are too important to me, lass. You are my heart and soul. If you die then I won’t have my happy ending. You have changed me to be a better man and know love when I didn’t think I deserved it. So let me take the power back please.”
“But if you take it back it will kill you, Rumple. That’s the whole reason why I took it from you….I don’t want to lose the man I love.” I sobbed heavily through tears clutching the bedsheets in my fingers. “Please don’t leave me, Rumple. I need you….you are my life!”
He placed the dagger in my right wrapping his hand around mine where he winced shaking through the pain feeling how stronger the darkness had become in my bloodstream. “Then we will split the power between us. Together we share a heart. So we can share the power too.”
“How…I thought only one person could be the Dark One.” I croaked, squeezing his hand in mine beginning to feel more scared than before.
Emma stepped forward taking the dagger in her hands raising it up to the two of us all the while Dr. Whale was jumping standing there watching. “I found a way to control my light magic over the darkness that is keeping me alive. I know what to do. You have to each have light and dark magic inside of you.” She focused sternly on us before the dagger glows brightly and we both gasped.
Shifting my gaze to Rumple I saw he was watching me too. Suddenly the dark magic came outside of me and split into two separate strands. The magic shot back into our hearts and the same thing happened with my golden light magic. “That should work….oh my gosh.” My sister sighed with a smile.
“It worked, Rumple.” Leaning my head against his chest I sighed in relief intertwining my hand with his gently. His brown eyes watched the darkness veins disappear from my arms a few seconds after.
Dr. Whale looked at my screen showing the baby getting my legs up and open to push. “Now that your heart is good we need to get this baby out for ya.”
Rumple moved around to the side of the bed so I could hold onto his hand. The contractions started coming closer together when I gave my first few pushes. My heart started banging against my chest and I already felt tired. "It's starting to come out, Astrid. Just a few more big pushes." Dr. Whale said back.
Rumple winced sharply when I squeezed his hand even tighter. My freehand was turning white while I gripped the handle of the dagger. Sweat was sticking to my forehead with the white hair falling over my shoulders appearing to be a mess. "I can't do this, Rumple…I can’t!"
"Yes you can. Astrid. I've seen you overcome things that have been much harder than this. So I know you can do this." He replied, squeezing my hand in his even though I had nearly broken his hand at this point.
Nodding my head slowly I bared my teeth doing one final push that took the last of my energy that I had left. An infant's cry filled the room where I threw my head back onto the pillows. Gulping a lump down my throat I slowly controlled my breathing while the nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket handing them to me once I had sat up again. "Congratulations, you have a baby girl. Have you thought of a name?"
“No….ah what the hell!” I gasped, feeling more contractions breaking through my body.
Emma whipped her head around in panic. “Whale, what is happening to my sister?”
“It’s okay. Uh….she has another baby coming.” He dropped down in his rolling chair frantically getting prepared again telling me to push again. “You have to start pushing again, Mrs. Gold.”
Sucking in a breath Rumple squeezed my hand tightly knowing that I was beginning to panic rapidly. He pushed hair out of my face when I started pushing as much as I could. “Ahhh!”
“There it is. Congratulations again you two. You have a baby boy now too.” Dr. Whale held up the baby in his arms, handing it to the other nurse.
The nurses handed the girl to me and the baby boy to Rumple. He sent me a teary grin and I chuckled, not expecting that we would have two kids at once. “Rumple, I know the name for the daughter. Marigold Ella Stilskin. But you can name the boy.”
“Gideon Baefire Stilskin.” He declares leaning forward kissing me gently. Leaning into the kiss I smiled when he whispered back. “I love you, Astrid. I always will. You are my golden princess.”
Breaking the kiss we both stared down at the infants in our arms. No matter what we had faced, these little joys were all worth it. “I love you too, Rumple. You are my dark prince.” I would never forget that Henry bringing us here to break a curse changed everything for the better.
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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musicjester05 · 2 years ago
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to all my friends and followers, Ignore this unless you want a fanfiction of an old claymation Christmas movie.
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Ok! I’ll be honest! I heard of the Miser Brothers like 6 years ago and the moment I watched the movie I FELL FOR SNOWY UP THERE! 👆
Like he was legitimately an total obsession of mine for MONTHS after Christmas!
Recently my little cringy maniac brain began to think. 🤔 “what if I made a snowmiser x reader fanfic?” the question has been rolling around in my head and I think I got a cool idea for general plot.
to summarize, Mother Nature is getting tired of being Mother Nature, so she decides that if one of her children can find someone worthy enough of the task they will take her place so she can retire.
basically Mother Nature is done with her kids bs and wants some grandkids 😅
but if you guys are interested feel free to comment and stuff❤️
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kohabielnin · 9 months ago
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Hi I really like your truth and inference posts and wondering if you can do a headcanon of their reaction if reader betrays them?
As you didn't make it very clear what kind of betrayal it would be, I assumed it was related to work, as I don't feel comfortable writing about betrayal in a relationship.
Truth & Inference Responding to Betrayal
D.M/Désire Mélodis
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• He wasn't surprised because he already imagined that you were working with Lady Truth and Mr. inference,
• Of course, he was very disappointed because you were the one responsible for the information,
• Business must continue, so he gave you a choice of leaking information from Mr. Inference while leaking information from him to the detective,
• Obviously he saw this as a new way to play with you and Mr. Inference,
• If you refuse to do this, then let's say it's over, after all DM will never forgive a traitor,
• But if you agree, he'll never trust you as much as he did before.
Tuberose/Jack
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• To say he felt betrayed was an understatement,
• Come on, this man was your co-worker and you simply told Mr. Inference and Lady Truth about his existence,
• He can't look at your face without feeling repulsed,
• He was really very disappointed in you,
• You never went on a mission together again because he asked D.M that this never happen again,
• Congratulations, you made it to the Tuberose blacklist
Noir/Saphir Mélodis
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• He already imagined something like that, he quickly realized when you started acting strange,
• He was very disappointed in you, obviously.
• He tried to make a deal, that he wouldn't tell D.M that you were betraying the Mélodis family, as long as nothing compromising was leaked,
• He didn't pretend that something like this didn't happen while you moved on, after all you betrayed his trust,
• If you don't end up accepting his deal, he won't hesitate to end you, don't take him the wrong way, he's only faithful to his brother,
• Even Leon was sad when he found out and the hawk really liked you
Gatto/Aesop Carl
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• He suspected that you were slowly becoming clear about the Silent Rebel's identity,
• When D.M entered his laboratory with you by his side, everything became clear to Gatto,
• The person he trusted betrayed him by handing him over to D.M and now his life was gone,
• Cat never wanted to come near you again, neither she nor the other kittens,
• Even though the penalty that D.M gave him was light at his request, Gatto was never able to be in the same environment as you again,
• In other words, Gatto reacted in the same way as Tuberose, or even worse
Mr. Inference/Naib Subedar
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• He threw a fit of rage when he found out, Lady Truth managed to calm him down,
• Come on, he never thought you would go to D.M's side even though he knew everything,
• He kicked you out of the agency even though Lady Truth begged him not to,
• The last words he said to you was to do whatever you wanted and never look for him again,
• Lady Truth was angry at Mr. Inference's overreaction, but she couldn't go against her best friend,
• It hurt him a lot when he found out about such a thing, but you had made your choice
White/Saphir Mélodis
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• Congratulations, you broke it,
• When he had the vision of you cheating on him, he just felt broken,
• He had done everything to make you feel good around him and you did this to him, why?
• Owl was sad that White wouldn't let her sleep on his head or shoulder anymore,
• At first you didn't understand why he suddenly started acting like that, but when the penny dropped, you felt guilty,
• But now there was no going back, the mistake had already been made.
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rosellacwrites · 11 months ago
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Sharp Dressed Man — Part 2
summary: Steven wants to know just how much you like his suit.
pairings: Steven Grant x AFAB!Reader (otherwise undescribed), implied Marc Spector x AFAB!Reader, implied Jake Lockley x AFAB!Reader
rating: E. 18+ only. Minors DNI.
warnings: suit kink, D/s dynamics (softDom!Steven my beloved), voyeurism, thigh riding
word count: 1.8k
author’s note: Written for the Moon Knight Spring Bingo @moonknight-events — this is entry #2 for our favorite square, Thigh Riding! Direct continuation of Sharp Dressed Man — Part 1. Happy reading!
dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Steven’s never been good at hiding his inner self from you. Transparent as glass, he broadcasts every emotion that passes through him, no matter how small. So whenever he comes home from a fight, it’s not hard for you to guess how it’s gone.
Poorly, and he sinks into your softness, wanting comfort, needing reassurance that he hasn’t failed in his duties and you still love him no matter what. Well, and he’s cocky, strutting, endearingly full of himself but never arrogant; those are the nights on which interesting things tend to happen.
Nights like those, he lets his well-hidden dominant streak out to play, but it’s not the kind most would recognize. He could be rough with you, if he wanted; he’s strong enough to throw you around a little, if you asked, but that’s not his way. It’s so subtle, so soft and gentle, that neither of you had even realized what he was doing at first.
When you’d thought of domination before, you’d thought of ropes and whips and cuffs, sluts and whores and daddies; all those have their place in someone’s bedroom, but you have no desire for them to enter yours. But tender words of praise, feather-light strokes and worshipful attentions, playful teasing drawing your pleasure out and out and out until you’re mindless and begging: those things, you crave.
And lucky for you, Steven’s bloody good at giving them to you.
Sometimes you think it’s the contrasts of him that you love best: the gentle heart and brilliant mind and sweetheart soul, all housed in the body that knows a hundred different ways to kill someone. The mellow comforting voice, sweet and rich as chocolate, that can murmur cherished pet names and filthy suggestions in the same breath. The deep brown puppy-dog eyes, that can gaze at you with love and wonder or scorch your skin. Marc and Jake are complex enough men, in truth, but their desires are more straightforward.
But whoever Steven has recently been fighting, you know they won’t be bothering any of your boys again for quite a while, because tonight is one of those nights.
“Do you feel like playing tonight, love?” He takes a seat on the end of your bed, strong thighs spread wide, and pats one in invitation when you nod eagerly. “Come give me a little kiss, then.” True to your request, he’s left his suit on; faithful to the end, your Steven.
You perch on his lap, winding your arms around him to keep your balance, and bow your head to his. He drinks in all the little sounds you make, and you don’t realize it but your hands are roaming from his curls to his shoulders to his back to his waist and back again, growing more restless by the minute. When he feels you begin to squirm in his lap, the muscles of your thighs tensing against each other, he pulls back from you.
“Poor little thing,” he croons. “Do you need more?” You nod, wide-eyed and desperate, and he smiles up at you. “I’ll take care of you, darling. Don’t I always?”
“Always,” you agree. And it’s true: he always does. They all do.
“Why don’t you start by taking your clothes off for us, then?”
This isn’t your first time playing this game; it’s phrased as a question, but you know better. Obediently, you stand up and begin to strip, and when you turn your back to Steven for a moment, you’re glad you chose the nice matching set today. The tall antique mirror, placed opposite the bed for just these occasions, reflects you in triplicate, but you know what Steven sees. “Are they watching?” you ask breathlessly.
Steven smiles at you as he takes off his jacket. “‘Course they are. They’d never miss a show like this.” He rolls up his sleeves, and you bite your lip to hold back a whine at the way the snowy linen and leather frame the muscles of his forearm. You don’t even realize you’re staring until he clears his throat with an amused huff.
“Sorry,” you stammer, suddenly noticing that you’d frozen in the middle of working your jeans down. Steven just shakes his head fondly.
“You’re enough to make a bloke get a swelled head, you know,“ he says. “Looking at me like that and all.”
Oh, Steven, so sweetly self-deprecating even when he’s in the process of seducing you. “Oh, sorry,” you retort. “You must not be able to see how handsome you are because I’m blocking the mirror.” Fully nude now, you saunter back toward him, feeling the heat of his dark eyes on your body.
“Cheeky thing.” God, he’s tempting, the way he’s leaning back on his hands, grinning at you. His long legs are still spread in a way that you despise on the Tube but love in your bedroom. “Now. What shall I do with you?”
“You could kiss me some more,” you suggest innocently. He laughs and draws you back down to his lap. In your hyper-aroused state, you fancy you can feel the weave of his suit imprinting its pattern on your skin, and the whisper of friction makes you squirm.
“I think I’d like to play a different game,” he murmurs. “I think… I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
“What’s the catch?” There’s always a catch.
“There’s no catch, love. Just answers.” He strokes your cheek, looking into your eyes. “Why do you like my suit so much?”
“I…” You don’t know what answer he’s looking for, exactly. “It’s just — so fancy, but I know what it’s meant for… it’s like — James Bond or something. Dapper and deadly.” Your face feels warm against the cool leather of his glove; it’s not something you can really explain, the instant rush of heat you’d felt at the sight of him dressed like that. “You look so handsome in it…”
“You like the way it feels, yeah?” He smiles. “And don’t try to tell me otherwise. Couldn’t keep your hands off me when I walked in.”
You know better than to hide anything from him. He knows you far too well, and takes every opportunity to learn more. “Yes,” you whisper, unable to keep from touching him even when called out, and he chuckles.
“Thought so. What else do you like about it?”
“It’s — so perfect. Fits all of you just right…” It’s like you’re hypnotized; you couldn’t look away from him if you tried. “It shines, like the moon.”
“You’re making Marc a bit jealous, you know,” he murmurs with a laugh in his voice. “You’ve never made such a fuss about his.”
“His is cool, but…” Your words trail off when he ducks his head and takes your nipple gently between his teeth. A little whimper escapes you with your exhale, and he lets you go again.
“Jake says I’m letting my mouth run away with me again,” he says, almost to himself. “‘Fuck her already, pendejo,’ he says. Rude.” He tuts. “That man has no appreciation for the art of seduction.” This is, in fact, a blatant, towering lie, but you know better than to call it out. “But I suppose you do deserve a reward for answering my questions…”
“Oh, please,” you breathe, squirming again; your leg brushes up against his cock, straining against the pristine fabric of his trousers, and he makes a rumbling sort of sound. “Please, Steven…”
“I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to tempt me into touching you, aren’t you?” He narrows his eyes at you, and you immediately protest.
“I wasn’t trying to, it’s just — kind of hard to miss, you’re so — “
“Oh! Flattery, now!” He’s laughing outright, not unkindly. “You really are pulling out all the stops, darling. Just for that…”
Your eyes go wide. “Just for what?”
He takes your chin in his hand, and tilts your face down to his. “You’re trying so hard to make me touch you — well, I’m not going to.”
“Steven!” you wail. “You can’t do this to me — I need you… been waiting all day for you to get home and make me come…”
“Oh, I never said you didn’t get to come,” he says airily. “That would be cruel of me, wouldn’t it?”
“Then what — “
“You’re going to do all the work, and I’m going to be the lucky bastard with the front row seat.” His hands land on your hips and he guides you to turn around and face him, straddling his leg. “Your hands like the way my suit feels, don’t they? Let’s see what else likes it.”
With a jolt you realize exactly what he means, and he watches the understanding heat cross your face. “I — I don’t want to spoil it…” Your hips don’t care about such things. They’re already rocking against him, even as you protest, and his smile has a wicked edge to it.
“It’s so perfect, yeah?” he coaxes, and his voice sends a shiver through you. “All nice and clean? Go on then. Make a mess of me.”
“Won’t Khonshu….” You can’t finish the thought, too overwhelmed by the gentle drag of the textured fabric against your cunt. You were already primed for it, ready for a single fingertip to send you soaring, and you’re so sensitive that each individual thread feels like an exquisite assault. In the back of your mind, you know this is what you’d wanted, the second he’d walked through that door; somehow, he always seems to know the deepest, strangest desires of your heart, and he won’t rest until he makes them all come true.
“I’m Mr Knight, aren’t I?” he laughs, leaving a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses down your throat. “I should be entitled to wear my fair lady’s favor into battle. Not quite what the knights of old had in mind though, innit?” You moan at the thought of him plunging back into the fray, your slick still drying on his suit.
He buries his face in you as you ride the hard muscle of his thigh, his messy curls and shadow of stubble tickling your breasts. “God, your tits are perfection,” comes his muffled voice from your cleavage. There’s too much give in the bed, and the way it dips under him as you grind is just enough to keep you chasing after your peak, getting agonizingly close but never quite reaching it. You grit your teeth and clutch silky handfuls of his waistcoat, no longer caring about spoiling its perfection.
Steven, always so attuned to you, senses your need and tears himself away from your breasts. “Do you need a little help, love?” You mewl in agreement, and he chuckles. “Use your words, then. Ask me for what you need, and I’ll give it to you, as much as you want.”
You tell him that you just need a little more pressure, right there, and when his hand slips between you and him, you’re off like a rocket, wailing and soaking his trousers.
“Gorgeous,” he purrs in your ear when you drop, panting and helpless, to his shoulder. “Bloody gorgeous, you are. You’re doing so well for me.”
But doing so well carries a distinct implication: this isn’t over yet.
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to be continued…
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