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This is a pretty big request but can you do the NSFW Alphabet of Dwight Manfredi? If you don’t want to do the whole thing just pick your favorite letters! :) here’s the template.

Dwight Manfredi x Fem!Reader: NSFW Alphabet

Here you are :) I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY please, explicit content, p in v, oral (f and m receiving), masturbation, praise and oral kink.

A/N: I've only proof read this once, so there may be some mistakes!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): Dwight is incredibly affectionate. He’ll lightly kiss you, brushing the sweaty strands of hair away from your face as he whispers how much he loves you. He craves human contact and touch after going without it for so long, and loves wrapping his strong arms around you. the feeling of your body against his, the sound of your breath as you lie next to him fills him with such a sense of belonging, like he’s finally home. For Dwight, sex is great, but the closeness and affection that comes afterwards is just as powerful.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): Dwight has a bit of a love/hate relationship with his body. On the one hand, he looks good and he knows it, but he also knows that he’s used his hands to inflict pain and suffering onto others throughout his time as a Capo. He found it hard to accept that his body could be used to make someone feel good; until you came along. While he doesn’t have a favourite part per say, you’ve shown him how to use his hands to inflict pleasure, instead of pain. He’ll never get tired of watching your expression as he slips his thick fingers inside of you.

When it comes to your body, there isn’t a part that Dwight doesn’t like. Every single inch of you is like a gift from heaven. He especially loves your breasts; the way they look in a nice dress, or in the new set of lingerie he treated you to. He loves watching them bounce as you ride his cock, and can’t resist the sound you make when he runs his thumbs over your hard nipples, pinching them gently between his thumb and forefinger.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): Dwight loves cumming inside of you. He takes sex with you very seriously, seeing it as an act of love, how he shows you just how much you mean to him. The feeling of him cumming inside of you lets him know that he’s yours, and you’re his. And to Dwight, there’s no better feeling.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Dwight loves it when you take control. He’s so used to being the one to order people around, to tell them what to do and where to be. He loves it when you tell him what you want and how he can please you, the fact he can surrender all his control to you.

When he’s busy working and you casually come up behind him, wrap your arms around his shoulders and tell him you want nothing more than for him to bend you over the table and eat you out, he’ll stand to attention quicker than any solider.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): Dwight is experienced, having been with quite a few women in the 80’s and 90’s, before he went to prison. But 25 years of unintentional celibacy has left him… a little rusty. He’s unsure at first, wondering whether sex has changed since he’s been inside. However, once you show him what you like, and you spend a few nights together, Dwight starts to feel more confident. He gains experience by finding out what feels good for you, and that’s the most important thing to him. There’s no fancy tricks, or complicated positions; it’s all about the passion, the chemistry and the intimacy, and you have all three of those.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): Dwight is old-school in most things, and that includes his favourite sex position. He loves missionary, because your bodies are pressed up against each other and he can feel every inch of you. it drives him crazy when you wrap your legs around him, allowing to push as deep inside you as he possibly can.

He also loves you being on top, watching his cock slide in and out of you as you moan and tweak your nipples between your thumb and forefingers. This position also makes it easier for him to rub your clit, and he gets to watch your pleasure mount, gets to watch the exact moment you orgasm, walls tightening around his shaft.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): As stated above, Dwight takes sex very seriously. It’s the ultimate act of love to him, and it’s not something to be taken lightly. He cherishes every single moment with you, because he has a lot of lost time to make up for.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): Dwight doesn’t really trim his hair, as it was never something that was fashion in the 80’s and 90’s. if you asked him to trim it, he absolutely would, but for him it’s not a big deal.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Dwight is a huge romantic. Your pleasure is the only thing that matters to him. He won’t even think about his own orgasm until you’ve had one. He’ll kiss you softly, making his way down your neck, breasts, stomach and thighs. He’s desperate for as much contact with your body as possible, after being alone for so long. The soft sounds of your moans are what drives him, the need to make you feel good far outweighing his own pleasure.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): Dwight doesn’t really masturbate. He didn’t get much privacy in prison (not that he had much of a sex drive anyway), and he’d much prefer to save himself for you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

Praise: Dwight has a definite praise kink. He loves it when you tell him how good he makes you feel, or how he feels inside you. He craves the soft whimpers of pleasure as he slips his fingers inside you, and he can’t help moaning when you tell him things like, “that’s it, right there,” “please don’t stop, it feels so good.” Hearing how good he makes you feel really turns him on.

Oral: Dwight loves going down on you. it feels so intimate, being between your legs, using his tongue and fingers to make you cum over and over again. He can’t get enough of your taste, it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever had.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): Dwight prefers doing it in bed. There’s plenty of room, it’s private and he can take his time. He wouldn’t want anyone walking in, so he wouldn’t do it anywhere that you could be caught. As he’s so broad and muscular, small, tight spaces like the shower aren’t the best place for him either, but he’ll never no if you ask.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): What turns Dwight on is your pleasure. Watching your eyes roll back, and your mouth hang slightly open as you moan, your head tilting back into the pillows as you arch your hips and back into him drives him crazy. As said earlier, Dwight won’t entertain the idea of fucking you until you’ve had an orgasm. The sight of you coming undone before him is the most beautiful thing in the world.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Anything that would hurt you. Dwight has spent way too long hurting others, and he would never want to do anything to you to cause pain.

Dwight would also never engage in semi-public or public sex. He fully believes that sex is a private, intimate act that should only be shared between the two of you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): As Dwight has an oral kink, he absolutely loves going down on you. It’s his favourite way to make you cum, and he loves circling his tongue slowly around your clit as you buck your hips into him. He can never get enough.

Dwight likes receiving oral, and would never say so if you dropped to your knees in front of him. He loves looking at the pleasure and love in your eyes as you look up him, lips straining around his girth.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Dwight prefers slow and sensual. He likes taking his time, feeling every inch of you. He has lots of lost time to make up for, and would never hurry sex with you. He wants to prolong your pleasure for as long as he can, he wants to make your most intimate moments last a lifetime.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Dwight prefers proper sex, as opposed to quickies. He doesn’t feel that quickies give him enough time to show you and your body the attention it truly deserves.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): Dwight lets you take the lead on this. If there’s something you want to try, he’ll more than happy to try it, just so long as it wouldn’t risk hurting you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): Dwight may be an older man, but he could happily go for round after round, hour after hour with you. He cant get enough of you, and he’ll happily pleasure you for as long as you’re able to take it. sometimes, you have to tap out and take a break. Dwight is more than happy to wait until you’re ready again, using the down time to play with your hair, massage your back and shoulders or cuddle you tightly until you’re ready.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): Dwight has zero experience when it comes to sex toys. But he’s intrigued by the ones you own, and was eager to learn how to use them on you. He loves incorporating them while he goes down on you, using your vibrator on your clit, while his tongue slides back and forth across your slick folds. He even bought a cock ring for you to try while you ride him and knowing that it makes your orgasm all the more stronger, it’s now something you frequently use.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): Dwight likes to tease, but only because he knows the build up makes your orgasm so much stronger. He would never withhold an orgasm from you because he lives to please you.

He loves teasing you with his fingers, sliding just the tips into your wet centre, and brushing his thumb against your clit until you’re begging him to slide his thick digits all the way in and press his thumb against your sensitive nub. He would never hold out on your for too long because he can’t resist your moans.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): Dwight isn’t loud, preferring to whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you fuck. He loves telling you how good you feel, and hearing you say it back. When he’s getting close, a deep rumbling growl erupts from his chest as he grips the sheets, culminating in a hoarse moan as he spills his seed inside of you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sexting: This is something completely new to Dwight (as are cell phones as a whole). He almost fell off his chair when he opened a text from you one day to find a picture of you completely naked, phone angled down at the vibrator inside of you. He didn’t know how to respond, and after receiving a few more explicit photos and a video, he attempted to nonchalantly ask Tyson what you would do if someone sent a photo of an… intimate nature. Tyson immediately caught on and told him he should let you know how the photos make you feel. You then received several paragraphs detailing just how happy he was that you sent him those pictures. It took him a couple of tries, but he eventually got the hang of dirty talk over texts, even attempting a few photos himself.

Now, if he’s caught working long hours, you’ll always exchange a few steamy texts and pictures until you can be together again.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): Dwight is about 6 ½ inches, but he’s very thick.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): When it comes to you, Dwight can never get enough. His sex drive is incredibly high, because he’s so attracted to you and he’s gone so long without sex. he would have you every night if he could, and multiple times during the day.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Dwight finds it hard to sleep much these days, his mind whirling with thoughts of his past. You help him take his mind off of the those thoughts however, and in the moment he is completely focused on you. after sex, he likes to talk, to hold you until you’re breathing softly and slowly next to him. he still finds it hard to drift off, but the sound of you sleeping so contently next to him makes it that little bit easier.

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rosielou94 · 6 months

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Twenty Five Years - Dwight Manfredi x Reader - NSFW

Twenty-five years was a long time to go without any form of physical intimacy. That’s what Dwight thought as he watched you from across the table, your head thrown back in laughter at something Tyson had said. The low lights over your table in Bred 2 Buck created a halo around you, bathing your hair and face in delicate, golden light. Your eyes sparkled and your cheeks were flushed from laughter and wine. Dwight was sure he’d never seen anything so beautiful in all his years.

“Dwight?” Your voice pulled him out from his own thoughts. You were looking at him with a smile on your lips, a hint of playfulness in your eyes. “I’m sorry,” he laughed, embarrassed he'd been caught daydreaming. Did you know he was thinking about you? Did you notice the way he’d been looking at you? Dwight was too old for this shit; too old to have a crush, but you were something else. Shit, there he went again, day dreaming. “Did you want another whiskey? Tyson’s heading to the bar.” A small smile played on your perfect lips. You must have known something was up, but you were humouring him, Dwight was sure of it. “Sure, one more and then I’ll head back.” Dwight handed his empty glass to Tyson and smiled at you, trying his best to not get lost in your eyes.

An hour later, the car pulled up outside the hotel, and Dwight opened your door for you. Your dress hitched up a little higher as you stepped out of the car, and a fire lit inside Dwight’s stomach as he wondered what it would be like to slide that red dress off your body. “You sure you don’t want me to drop you off at your apartment?” Tyson asked you, “it’s no problem.” “It’s ok,” you smiled, “it’s only 5 blocks away, and it’s a nice night. Thanks though.” Dwight wished you didn’t have to go back to your apartment. Not only because he never quite felt like he had enough time with you, but because your apartment was small and dingy, and you deserved the fucking world. He wished he could buy you the biggest house in Tulsa, with the perfect garden you were always talking about. He’d give you the whole damn world if he could. “Can I ask you something?” You stared up at him, your hair blowing softly across your face in the warm summer air. Dwight resisted the urge to remove the small piece that had attached itself to your lipstick. “Anything,” he said, his focus entirely on your lips as you removed the stray piece of hair. “Why do you keep staring at me?” you asked, “have I got something on my face?” Damn! Dwight froze, racking his brain for a response. So, you had seen him acting like a love struck teenager. Dwight opened his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. You took a few steps closer, the smell of your sweet, floral perfume enveloping him. Time stood still as you stood on your tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “do you want me?” The breath hitched in Dwight’s throat, every nerve in his body burning. There was no point in lying, you’d sussed him out. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice a low growl. Your fingers caressed the back of his neck as you pulled him in closer, your lips brushing against his. “Take me upstairs,” you smiled, your fingers trailing over his jaw and down his chest. Dwight didn’t need telling twice.

As you entered the elevator, you couldn’t believe how brave you’d been. You blamed the 3 glasses of wine you’d had at the bar, and your head spun as Dwight pulled you closer to him. “I gotta warn you,” he said, his gravelly voice sending delicious shivers down your spine. “I’m a little out of practice.” “It’s ok,” you smiled, kissing his lips softly. “I can teach you.” The elevator doors pinged open, and Dwight swept you off your feet, carrying you to the door of his suite. As soon as the door was closed behind you, Dwight’s lips were on yours again. Your fingers unbuttoned his shirt, shaky with the adrenaline that coursed through you. His tanned skin was a dark contrast to the crisp whiteness of his shirts and you felt him shiver under your touch as you ran your hands across his broad chest and down his stomach. A deep, low moan escaped Dwight as you trailed your index finger over the edge of his belt, before tracing the outline of his erection through his pants. His large hands gripped the hem of your dress, pulling it up and over your head so you stood in front of him in nothing but your underwear. Achingly slowly, you lowered yourself to your knees, not once taking your eyes off Dwight as you unbuttoned his pants and pushed them to the floor. His heavy lidded gaze turned to a look of surprise as you took his hard cock in your mouth, your eyes locked on his. His jaw went slack and his hands gripped your hair and you worked your mouth and tongue against him. He was big, so big you could barely fit him in your mouth, and your arousal soaked through your underwear as you imagined what he’d feel like inside you. Your hands slipped into your underwear, desperate to quell the ache between your thighs. Dwight groaned with pleasure at the sight and pulled your head back so you could look at him properly. His dick slipped from your mouth with a “pop”, and he smiled sheepishly as he said, “honey, it’s been twenty-five years. You keep going the way you are, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

He pulled you to your feet and lay you gently on the bed, sliding your underwear down your legs before discarding them on the floor. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he took in the sight of you splayed out on his bed, thighs slick with your own wetness, your lips swollen from their time around his cock. He stroked your slick folds, his cock pulsing as you whined against his touch. “So fucking perfect,” he whispered as his finger slipped inside you. You cried out, arching your hips as his thumb circled your clit. “More,” you pleaded, “I need you inside me.” “Not until I make you cum,” Dwight growled, as he lowered his mouth to your aching core. Another finger slipped inside you as his tongue worked against your clit, the sensation making you dizzy with pleasure. You gripped the sheets, that coil of pleasure in your stomach tightening as you neared the brink. Dwight’s tongue traced circles around your clit, his fingers stroking your tight walls. With a shuddering cry, you gave yourself to him, your walls clenching around his fingers as the coil in you snapped. You lay breathless in the middle of his bed, your heart pounding as you pulled him down on top of you. “Now I need you inside me,” you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer to you.

Dwight lowered himself to his elbows, the scent of his cologne making your head spin as he slowly eased himself into you. He was big, so big you weren’t sure if you could take it. You gasped, your nails digging into his back. “Dwight,” you whimpered, the pain slowly turning to pleasure as you moved together. Your body fit perfectly between his arms, nestled in his large chest as he rocked his hips, his cock hitting a spot deep inside you and sending another wave of ecstasy through you. “Fuck,” that was all you could whisper, the only word you could utter as he fucked you, slow and steady. You hands were in his hair, his beard scratching your neck as he trailed a delicate line of kisses along your collarbone and jaw. You were close to edge again, your whole body alight. Tipping your head back into the pillows you came with a shudder, the clenching of your walls around his cock Dwight’s undoing. With one last thrust, Dwight spilled his seed inside you, burying his head in your neck as he cried out. You could feel him filling you up, feel the trickle of him dripping down between your thighs.

You both lay together in a mass of tangled sheets, breathing hard. “For a man who’s gone twenty-five years without sex, you’re not bad,” you teased, kissing him. “Oh yeah?” Dwight pulled you on top of him, his hands gripping your waist as marvelled at the sight your flushed skin and glowing eyes. “I’m just getting started.”

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