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I'm sorrryyyyy?!??!?
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"I'll eat later, thanks."
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Dior: Dwight Manfredi x Reader
Tagging: @kmc1989
Dwight wakes up to the scent of Dior in his sheets and your phone number written in lipstick on his chest. His entire body aches but it’s a good ache, one that comes with spending the evening being thoroughly ruined by a beautiful woman.
You’d fucked him three times last night, the first with you on top, the second with him on top and the third, well that was some crazy shit that would make the devil blush.
Not bad for an old man, he thinks as he pulls back the sheets and finds the pair of lace emerald green panties he took off you with his teeth last night. He may be a gentleman on the streets but in the sheets, well you’d turned him into a god damned animal.
It takes a minute to decipher your number in the bathroom mirror, he scribbles it on the hotel notepad before inputting it into his phone. He pauses, his thumb hovering over the keys because what do you say to the woman whose reminded you what it’s like to feel like a man again, whose ignited that fire deep down in your belly. Words just don’t seem adequate.
Dinner tonight? He finally texts. You pick the place and I’ll pick you up? – D
Short. Simple. Leaves the evening open for other possibilities.
That depends, you respond almost immediately. Are you planning on returning my panties?
He smiles then because he knows exactly where tonight is heading.
That depends, he echoes. Will you be wearing any tonight?
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trying out some new stuff with my art style again
#fanart#art#digital art#artists on tumblr#damiano nickson#dwight manfredi#ocs#oc x canon#tulsa king#tulsa oklahoma#Spotify
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I just think it's funny that New York and Bevilaqua are plotting and scheming, meanwhile Mitch and Dwight on a sidequest about starting a car dealership.
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Mitch Keller from Tulsa King has my whole heart right now
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A Good Girl
AKA Dwight being a perceptive ass.
For once I was the one behind the bar. My arms were crossed and I gave the man before me a rather unimpressed look, taking in the New York Italian man that seemed to be a regular more often than not these days. He sipped his drink, bourbon that I myself had poured, looking back at me with a raised brow.
It wasn’t quiet. While it was early it wasn’t dead, the bar had a few people in it, and the kitchen was loud behind the door, but I didn’t speak as I stared down the mobster. Dwight took another sip before setting the drink down, clearing his throat. “Have I done something to offend you?” “Why would you think that?” I asked, shifting my weight and my lips thinning to a line.
“Cause you are looking at me like you wanna decorate your walls with my insides.” He said bluntly, dark eyes meeting mine. I didn’t blink, didn’t speak for a few moments before taking a step towards the bar and leaning on it, leaning in towards him. “You are bad news. Men like you are always bad news. I don’t like you around this place, around Mitch.”
He hummed, looking down at his drink a moment before glancing back up at me. “So that is what this is about. You and Mitch, hm?” I narrowed my eyes, fighting off the blush that threatened to spread up my neck to my cheeks. “I certainly did not say that.” I snapped back, knowing right after it left me that was sign enough. I was showing my hand to this man, all but confessing that I cared about Mitch. That this was personal. Fuck.
“Didn’t know you two were together.” He said, not with malice but with a genuine carelessness, as if it didn’t really impact him. Not that it would. He nudged his glass forward, empty, and I huffed but grabbed the bottle to pour him some more. “We aren’t together, not that it’s your business. He’s just a good guy, and men like you use good guys.” I explained, putting the bourbon bottle back into it’s spot, annoyed that I was now in this situation. I wasn’t about to pour my heart out to this mobster, to let him know that Mitch was my safe place, that this bar and his house and pops had become home in a way that four walls and a roof never could be. I felt safe. Secure. I wasn’t going to let that slip through my fingers.
“Sweetheart, I can promise you. I have no intentions of hurting or using that man any more than he is me. We have a mutual interest, a common understanding. We are going to make some money together and that will be that.” His deep voice and heavy accent had a tune of honesty but I didn’t trust it. I distrusted men like that, men who saw all situations as options to get richer, to do things regardless of law.
“I don’t give a damn what you say,” I said quietly, nails tapping on the bar top as I leaned in. “I can’t stop him from making decisions, but I’m warning you Dwight. Don’t you dare hurt that man.”
“Darlin’, table 5’s food is in the window.” That familiar voice made me straighten, looking over to see Mitch standing there looking amused, his blue eyes jumping between me and Dwight with a small tilt of his head. Curious. I blushed and ducked my head, walking past Mitch towards the kitchen to grab the food for my tables, leaving Mitch at the bar. The two men watched me duck behind the wall and Mitch looked at Dwight with a raised brow. “Do I even want to know what you two were whispering about?” He asked, grabbing himself a glass for a splash of bourbon himself, topping off Dwight’s at the same time.
“Got yourself a good girl there, Mitch.” Dwight responded with a little smile, lifting his glass in a small cheers. “Don’t you let that slip through your fingers. Trust me, it will be the greatest mistake of your life.” Mitch gave him a raised brow before glancing over to where I was passing out chicken strip platters and burger baskets, smiling at the customers while checking for if they needed anything else. Without another word he tossed back the rest of his drink, looking at Dwight with a half smile.
Read more Sunny and Mitch here
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:P
#tulsa king#artists on tumblr#art#sylvester stallone#dwight manfredi#fanart#manfredi after doing his business#dwight 'the general' manfredi
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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 😂
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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.
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get yourself a new york ex-con old man sugar dad like mitch keller did 💞
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Ep. 1 literally makes me wanna go "sure, grandpa let's get you to bed" because Dwight PLEASEEEE if you could just LISTEN 😭
#p.s. im looking forward to a certain someone 🫦 yall already know#tulsa king#dwight manfredi#dwight 'the general' manfredi
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The Cowboy At Your Door: Dwight Manfredi x Reader (feat: Bill Bevilaqua)
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.
There’s a cowboy at your door. One with a black hat, heated eyes and a smile that’s made for sin.
“I got your message.” Bill Bevilaqua says as he stands on your porch, his hands tucked into the back pockets of his Wranglers.
You tuck your hair back behind your ear so he can see the bruising blossoming across your features.
“I got yours too.”
His gaze darkens, his jaw tightening as he surveys the butterfly stitches, the busted lip. He reaches out, his fingertips tracing over the place where Joey’s ring split your skin.
“I’d kill him myself if you hadn’t done it already.” He tells you and you can see the sincerity of it in his eyes before you open your door and invite him into the house.
“We should talk.” You say and he doesn’t respond as he steps into your living room, drinking in the essence of you.
It’s the first time he’s been to your home. It’s light, airy and somehow cosy at the same time. Soft greys give way to berry and blush undertones creating a warmth that was never present in the house that you lived in together. His personality and heritage had dominated the ranch that you’d shared. It was always harsh, always masculine, the same way that everything was in his family.
“This is what our home should have been like.” He says as he turns to face you, his thumbs looped through the rungs of his jeans.
“There was never any room for me underneath all that toxic masculinity.” You remind him as you settle down into the stone grey love seat.
No there hadn’t been, not in the world you were both born into. You were the only child of Vinnie Cincinetti, head of one of the most powerful crime families in Oklahoma. You would have been a force to be reckoned with if you’d taken up the mantle, instead you’d been married off to the Bevilaqua syndicate because you weren’t the right gender to lead.
It may have been an arranged marriage but Bill had fallen in love with you almost immediately. Instead of being the pretty, little wife that sat at home and spent his money, you earned your own by running poker games and pulling in whales that thought nothing about throwing down six figures at one of the most exclusive card tables in the country.
It isn’t until he catches a snide remark from his cousin Frank that he realises that your success is making him look weak, like he can’t control his wife, that he’s not providing for her. The thing is, he’s never seen you as exhilarated as when you’re running those games. You’ve never been so happy, so engaged and he knows in that moment he has to let you go because you were destined to be much more than just a gangster’s wife.
So he divorces you, sets you free and he hopes that maybe one day, when you’ll return to him. It’s been five years since you left Kansas and you’ve still not come home. He’s starting to doubt you ever will despite the nights you’ve shared since.
He takes a seat on the sofa close to you, taking off his hat and setting it upon the dark wood coffee table.
“You need to meet with Manfredi.” You tell him, running a hand through your hair and shaking it out so it falls across your features. “Sort out this territory dispute before it turns into something.”
He sinks into the plush comfort of your couch, his gaze drinking you in. It’s only now as he looks at you that he realises you’re wearing a man’s dress shirt and it riles something inside of him.
“Darlin.” He drawls. “It’s already something. I can’t have New York coming here and stepping on my shit….”
“It isn’t really your shit though is it?” You respond, leaning forward and his gaze strays to the dip in the shirt you’re wearing. Your bra is visible, he can see the contrasting black lace against your skin. “You gave Tulsa to me.”
“You’re still an extension of the Bevilaqua Family even if we aren’t married anymore.” He reminds you, shrugging his shoulders.
“Tulsa is my playground.” You say fiercely before giving him a knowing look. “The real problem is you don’t like the fact there’s another kid playing in it.”
“No.” He says pointedly. “I don’t.”
You sigh as you recross your legs and he catches a flash of that tattoo on your inner thigh, the one that covers his mark. His family, they brand their property. Horses, drugs, their wives too. You hadn’t screamed when they’d forced it on you, you’d bitten down on his belt instead, stifling your agony. He still wears the damn thing around his waist, your teeth indentations still etched into the leather.
“I heard you got it covered.” He says gesturing to the space between your legs. “I want to see it.”
You sigh as you part your thighs, the dress shirt creeping up so that your black panties are on display. His gaze comes to rest on the greyscale dahlias inked onto your skin, they cover the entirety of the brand, obscuring it from view. He sinks to his knees in front of you, his calloused palm coming to rest on your thigh as his thumb traces over scarring underneath, the ‘B’ etched into your skin for eternity.
“I’ll always be a part of you.” He whispers, his lips ghosting over the edge of your tattoo. “And you’ll always have a part of me.”
Your hand rakes through his dark hair, grip tightening on the roots, making him moan against your skin. He’s been hard since he laid eyes on you, it’s the way he’s always been with you. He gets off on the coolness, the indifference, it only makes him try harder to earn your attention. You tug his head back to meet your eyes and his whole body feels like it’s on fire.
“So…” You say, your voice dropping an octave. “Do I get my meeting or not?”
He’d give you anything you in this moment because all he wants is to spend the night between your legs, his tongue thrust in your pussy until you see God. He wants to feel you coming on his cock as you use him like a fucktoy, like he’s nothing but a vessel for your pleasure.
“Bill.” You say, your voice like silk caressing his skin. “Do I get my meeting?”
“Yes.” He bites out.
“Good boy.” You murmur, your palm lightly slapping his cheek and his dick fucking leaks, smearing the inside of his underwear. “You can go now.”
“Dahlia…” He implores but he knows he’s lost because you’re wearing sitting here in another man’s shirt, your gaze already flickering to the clock on the mantlepiece.
“No Bill.” You say, indicating to the bruising on your face. “You don’t deserve my pussy tonight.”
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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
#artists on tumblr#fanart#digital art#art#damiano nickson#tulsa king#tulsa oklahoma#dwight manfredi#sylvester stallone#oc x canon#ocs#original character#art dump
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dwight manfredi is a hopeless romantic send tweet
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Tulsa King 2.04 - “Heroes and Villains”
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