#dwight manfredi

[littledozerdraws]

get yourself a new york ex-con old man sugar dad like mitch keller did 💞

[littledozerbaby]

"I'll eat later, thanks."

[bullet-prooflove]

Stay Tonight: Dwight Manfredi x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @skellyagogo @sca3a @kenbechillin @mandy426

Companion piece to:

Dior - Dwight wakes up to the scent of Dior and lipstick on his chest.

Gunpowder & Roses - Dwight's enemies make a mistake when they come after you.

Hell of A Message - You send a message to your ex Bill.

The Cowboy At Your Door - Your ex Bill shows up in response to your message.

You’re tired.

Dwight can see that the moment you open the door to him. Your smile doesn’t quite meet your eyes and there’s a weariness in you that he’s never seen before. He realises that’s because you hide this part of yourself, the human side, the vulnerable side. He wants you to know you don’t have to do that with him, that he wants every part of you, not just the persona you put on for everybody else.

“You gonna let me take care of you tonight?” He asks you as he leans in the doorway, the black leather overnight bag clasped in his hand.

“I’m too tired to fuck.” You tell him and he smiles because he finds your forthrightness very refreshing.

“Well I’d like to think I’m a good cuddler.” He tells you and it’s your turn to smile because it’s been a long time since you’ve gone to bed with a man that hasn’t wanted something from you.

He takes his time undressing you, his fingers undoing the each of the buttons of the dress shirt you’re wearing as his gaze stays fixed on yours. You’re beautiful even with the bruising. A masterpiece draped in cotton and ink. This thing between the two of you, it may have started as a very physical attraction but it’s become more far more than that over the past few weeks.  The fabric flutters from your shoulders, falling to the floor before Dwight helps you to remove your bra and panties. He picks up the blue and white striped pyjama set you’ve already laid out across the bed, helping you into the elasticated shorts before drawing the shirt up your shoulders and fastening each of the buttons.

“Thank you.” You say softly as his thumb ghosts along your jaw and he realises it’s been a long time since someone has looked after you.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He whispers, his mouth capturing yours in a tender kiss. “This is what you do when you care about someone.”

He gets you settled into bed before he begins to unpack his own overnight bag, setting the items down onto dressing table and chair. He likes the look of his things intermingled with yours, the blend of masculinity and femininity, he wonders if this is what it could look like in the future if you continue down this road.

“Dwight.” You say with a hint of amusement as he pulls out his clothing. “Did you bring pyjamas?”

“I did.” He says as he turns to face you, holding up the black silk bottoms. “I thought I’d bring the  appropriate attire considering we’re having our first sleepover.”

The two of you have fucked before but he never wakes up with you, you always leave before the sun rises. Him being here tonight, it changes things, it shows that he’s invested, the fact you’re letting him stay, it shows that you are too.

“I hope you don’t snore.” He says as he climbs into bed alongside of you. His arm wraps around your waist, gathering you up close. Your legs tangle with his as he tucks you in against his chest.

“I wouldn’t know.” You tell him, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “You’re the first man to sleep over since I bought the place.”

“That seems fitting considering you were my first.” He whispers, his lips brushing over yours.

His fingertips trace over your features and he can feel your body starting to relax against him as your eyes flutter closed. You’re breathing starts to even out and you nuzzle in a little closer, your palm coming to rest on the space where his heart resides in his chest.

People think that sex is the most intimate thing you can do with a person but Dwight thinks it’s this. Putting your faith in someone else when you’re at your most exposed, it’s not something people in your line of work do. He thinks it speaks volumes about the direction your relationship is heading.

“Good night baby.” He whispers, his lips ghosting over your temple. “I hope you have the sweetest damn dreams.”

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[zoidennnfie]

:P

[lady-manfredi]

Imagine going on a date with Dwight. For him this is the first time he's going out with anybody since leaving prison.

He's super nervous and thinks it doesn't show, but his fidgeting gives it away. He's constantly looking over as if checking to see this is real, that you are real. He can't believe his luck to have found a woman as beautiful as you. Occasionally, he rubs his palms together and you have to fight real hard to contain your laughter. He's just utterly adorable.

[razberry-cookie]

trying out some new stuff with my art style again

[khepiari]

I started watching Tulsa King as research for Mafia LawLu fic that was requested on my strawpage, now I am looking disrespectfully at Mr Stallone, why is a 78 year old grandpa so handsome and charismatic 😂

[rockyapboa]

john rambo, rocky balboa, barney ross and dwight manfredi in one house. theyre housemates.

[nebulastarr]

Mitch Keller from Tulsa King has my whole heart right now

[tv-moments]

Tulsa King

Season 2, “Back in the Saddle”

Director: Craig Zisk

DoP: John Lindley

[drpsps]

I want that old man (Dwight and Cal from Tulsa king)

[littledozerdraws]

more hidden layer fun-

[nightwingisromani]

dwight manfredi is a hopeless romantic send tweet

[bullet-prooflove]

Every Single Inch: Dwight Manfredi x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @skellyagogo @sca3a @kenbechillin @mandy426

Companion piece to:

Poker Face - Dwight's night takes a turn when he meets you for the first time at a poker game.

Dior - Dwight wakes up to the scent of Dior and lipstick on his chest.

Gunpowder & Roses - Dwight's enemies make a mistake when they come after you.

Hell of A Message - You send a message to your ex Bill.

The Cowboy At Your Door - Your ex Bill shows up in response to your message.

Stay Tonight - Dwight and you have your first sleepover.

You wake up to the sensation of Dwight’s lips gracing your skin, the stubble of his cheeks scratching across the curve of your throat as he cradles you close. You can feel his molten hot length tucked into the curve of your ass through the silk of his pyjama bottoms.

“Is that for me?” You smile, your hand reaching behind you and threading through his hair.

“Oh honey, all of me is just for you.” He rumbles into your ear, his large palms gripping your hips as he grinds slowly against you.

You like that more than you care to admit, having this man want you like this. It’s not the physicality of his actions but the words.

All of me…

Noone has ever given themselves to you like that. Bill had tried but the power dynamic between the two of you was always imbalanced. You were always forced to defer to him because of his position in the family and that played out in the bedroom because Bill needed to lose control and you so badly craved it. It’s a pattern the two of you can’t seem to break out of even though you’ve been divorced for over five years.

With Dwight everything is different. He’s the first man to actually see you underneath the mask you wear, to understand that you’re a person and not just your reputation.

His kisses become more insistent as he guides you onto your back, his firm body covering yours. His teeth graze that naughty little spot just underneath your ear and you arch against him, his hips lining up with yours.

“Now I know you like to be in charge.” He murmurs, his palms slipping under the elastic of your shorts and cupping your ass. “But we’re going to play a little game called just the tip, we’re going to see if I can get you off just like that.”

“Dwight…” You murmur and he cups your jaw with his large hand, his mouth covering yours as his fingers guide your soaked shorts down your thighs.

“I could die like this.” He mumbles as his cock brushes over your slickness, coating the head with your essence. “Between your legs, hearing you say my name just like that.”

He rubs his dick over your clit, tiny strokes that have you in dire straits as his length parts your lips. Your pleasure comes in waves, each one dragging you under like a riptide until you can’t breathe, can’t think, all you can do is focus on the euphoria. He reaches down between the two of you, guiding his cock to just the right place, notching it at your entrance. Your fingertips dig into his back as his hand squeezes your hip.

“Remember baby, just the tip.” He smiles wickedly against your mouth as he breeches you.

You cry out at the sensation, your walls clenching him and the air rushes out of his lungs because you’re always just the perfect fit for him. He withdraws before pushing in again, just the tip and nothing more and you start to move, trying to take him deeper. He tuts as he guides your gaze back to his, his eyes locked on yours.

“I thought we agreed just the tip.” He teases, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek.

“I need more…” You whimper, looking into his eyes and you both know you’re not just talking about his dick.

“I meant what I said.” He murmurs, his mouth sealing over yours as he buries himself inside you all the way to the hilt. Your breath hitches and you tighten around him, your synapses erupting with ecstasy as he starts to thrust. “You can have me, every single inch.”

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[reveluving]

Ep. 1 literally makes me wanna go "sure, grandpa let's get you to bed" because Dwight PLEASEEEE if you could just LISTEN 😭

[razberry-cookie]

Self indulgent art dump I fear, excited for what's gonna happen in Tulsa King season 2

also yes I made a oc insert its a curse a wear with much shame.. He is named Damiano and he is related to Sullivan a previous oc insert in the Rambo series cus I thought it was funny