#dev patel x black reader

[stargirlfics]

DEV PATEL BLURBS

18+ CONTENT - smut, fluff and comfort

What aftercare is like with Dev

What I think his kinks are

Size kink smut

Dev Patel x Inexperienced!Reader headcanons

Inexperienced!Reader part 2

Waking him up on his birthday ;)

Honeymoon sex w Dev

Giving him head while he plays video games

Brat tamer!Dev headcanons

He comforts you after a hard day

Professor!Dev AU

Dev as your bf headcanons

Rainy day in bed together

Mutual masturbation w Dev

Dancing to old records in the house with him

Worshipful steaminess w Dev

[anjaelle]

A beat passed in the conversation and your tongue darted out to lick coffee from the corner of your mouth. You watched his eyes track the action as he took a slow, deep breath.

"Careful," you cooed, swiveling the chair around to redirect your attention back to your computer, "wouldn't want You-Know-Who to get mad, again.” You took another drink from the plastic cup and smiled subtly to yourself, peeking at him over your shoulder.

"I don't particularly understand it, it's not like she has anything to worry about. Right, D?"

- Work/Wife Balance (Dev Patel x Reader)

[sodacatz]

I'm so down bad for this man it's not even funny

[sodacatz]

He's so😍

Somebody needs to write sum smut ab him♡/j

DEV PATEL as THE KID

Monkey Man (2024) dir. Dev Patel

[thesecretcornerintheroom]

My Memories…

(Don’t forget about me part 2)

Pairing: Kid x Black female reader

Warnings: Rated R for sure 18+,Angst,Grinding,penetration ,

Word count: 2,101

The plot: Y/N goes to do research and meets someone from the past

Will you relax? I’ll be a town over just researching. I’m making a breakthrough in research; I need a change of scenery. If you need me, call me,” I said. “Come here, my love,” my sister said to my baby as she grabbed her chubby tiny frame from my arms with a voice of admiration. “Mommy better not run off and come back pregnant without at least a warning this time.” she adjusted her gaze to me as she spoke normally. It’s been years since you came back from India. I can’t believe our baby is 3,” said my sister lovingly as she looked down at my sleeping daughter Iris she was fast asleep I admired her expresso complexion that shined in the sun and her kinky curls black like mine almond eyes were resting but reminded me so much of her father. I looked up at my sister and kissed her on the cheek. “ I’ll be back; call me if you need me.”

As I drove away, feeling like I had forgotten something, I made a mental checklist: soap, clothes, face wash, computer, phone—dammit, my charger—I said as I decided to go home to grab it.

I ran to my bedroom to get my charger, which was still plugged into the wall. As I grabbed it, I noticed my room looked off. Everything was in place, but my stand didn’t. My perfume bottle was open. I never leave that one open, and I haven’t worn that one in years. Shaking the feeling off, I started to walk down the steps. I caught something in the corner of my eye, like a figure of a person. I know that frame too well. It’s engraved in my memory. No, no, I thought it couldn’t be. I Always think about him and where he might be, my imagination swirling in my head again.

I went to go to the door. “ Do you not see me?” he said in that voice. I knew it all too well. It was deep and welcoming. I froze, my heart thumping in my chest, and I turned on my heels slowly as I walked to my kitchen. I saw him. He looked the same but different. He looked more confident and strong. His body was tense and rigid; his curls fell into his face cause they were longer, and his beard fuller. I didn’t know what to feel: happiness, sadness, anger. MY baby, his baby… our baby just turned three, and I thought he was dead. I’ve seen the news about the rise of retaliation in India. I knew someone with a bitter taste in his mouth for the pegging system would cause me, and I knew deep down it was him. “I thought you were dead,” I said, clenching my charger, my voice tight. “going somewhere,” he said, his voice soft, his eyes glossy. His heart was still gentle, but his spirit was stronger.

“How? my voice cracked. I stepped closer and felt tears form in my eyes. “How? Why? Did you find me?” I told him as I placed the charger on my dining room table. “ I said I would,” he said, not moving, only letting me come to him. He had a sense of confidence he didn’t have when I left India. His eyes were glistening with admiration, causing me to burn inside. I could feel my chest become tighter as I held back tears, my legs becoming weaker as I walked to him. I felt myself cracking. Letting out a sob, all I could do was run to him, crashing into his body. His arms wrapped around me so firmly that he felt at home. I Let out a loud cry. I wrapped my body around him, embracing his body, and my arms wrapped around his shoulders. I smelled a powdery, sweet smell. He had on my perfume. “I took a shower before you came. I tried not to touch much; is that okay?” I shook my head yes. I was lost for words. He places me back on the ground and looks at my charger on the table with my car keys. “Going somewhere”

I can’t believe she’s three said Dev, looking down at my phone and swiping through all the photos of her. “Iris,” he said, the name sounding strange but familiar rolling off his tounge. He looked at me. We were now in the hotel room. I bought everything but the room felt off it felt unreal. He Didn’t seem real the room, him.“Can we talk?” I said abruptly. I could feel my body stiffen, and the emotions of anger and sadness climbed out as I stepped out of my hotel room. “You are fine, and I’m glad, but kid. That’s our baby. She means more to me than anything. If you come here and leave me, you hurt us or hurt yourself,” I said, my voice In pain tightening from the thought. “I wouldn’t do that,” Kid said, his voice soft, his eyes shining. “3 YEARS, I WAS SCARED, TERFFIED. I SAW WHAT HAPPENED ON THE TV, THE FIRE, THE BUILDINGS CRUMBLING. I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE”. I yelled, the emotions escaping my body, and tears streamed down my hot cheeks. My vision blurred. “I WAITED FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU MADE A PROMISE TO ME, AND I KEPT IT, AND SHE WAS THE BEST THING I'VE DONE. " Word escaped me. My body was shaking. I was sobbing.

I put my hands above my head, catching my breath and trying to steady myself I began pacing around the room. Focusing on the quietness in the room the stillness. I spoke with a even tone, “You did it, you ended Shakti. Do you feel peace?” I said, turning back to look at him. Kid’s demeanor had changed. The man I knew looked speechless his shoulders were softened, brown eyes were now darkened, and tears were running down his face. He rosed from the bed. The room was silent, a deafening tone he spoke. “Not until now,” he bit out as he walked toward me. “I was unwell; a fire was in my heart. I defeated him, saved my country, saved myself,” he said, placing his hand on his chest.

“But I was still unwell, you, he said. You the thought of you in my bed providing me a warmth I can’t imagine and now my child, make me well.” His eyes were red, and tears fell from his face, his voice shaking. My eyes locked with his , and his eyes held so much sincerity. I grabbed the nape of his neck and brought him closer to me. His lips met mine. His were a little rougher, but his kiss was soft. He got me closer to him, grabbing my waist. I ran my hand through his hair, seeping into his body. He pulled away from me quickly, his eyes looking at me, confused and shocked. “All I wanted was a sorry,” I said, grinning.

I could draw him from Memory. That’s how much I thought of him as I lay in my bed looking at him asleep, his curly hair falling in his face, her beard more thick since I’d seen him. How I missed him. The man before me was different but the same, his frame stronger. His body seemed to be more calm. His eyes closed as he snored peacefully. My finger reached out to graze his cheek, feeling the pricking sensation of his stubble on my hand, causing me to gasp. This is real and not a dream. I caused him to stir in his sleep, grabbing my hand and pulling me into him. He wrapped his arms around my body. I could feel his heartbeat steady and calm. I let out a sigh as my eyes grew heavy, and I fell back into slumber.

When I woke, my back was pressed against. His shirtless chest back felt the warmth of my nightgown bunched up against my hips. I looked at the clock, realizing it was morning. We slept through the whole evening and night. Trying to move, I felt his grip tighten to pull me back into him; as I moved, I felt his member harden. He stirred in his sleep, moving his hips subconsciously. “Baby”, I said, waking up as gently as I could, turning my body to face him. Kid stirred in his sleep. His curls a mess, his eyes squinting as he looks at me, dazed and confused. “You were getting excited I said, looking down at the blanket. “Sorry”, he mumbled, his voice rumbling through his chest as he woke. His voice sent a chill down my spine. I scooted closer to him. “It’s okay.” I kissed his neck, missing how he felt under me; his body became rigid. My curly hair tickled his face as my kiss went from his neck down his chest. “I missed your hair brushing against my skin; I missed your lips, his voice dripped of honey as he spoke.

Uhh” a moan escaped his lips as I licked his nipple. My face was inching lower down his torso. I felt his hand, his warm, textured, scared Palm, run up my back to the nape of my neck, his fingers tangled in my curls as he pulled my head up, my eyes looking into his. “You have lived in my dreams for too long”.He brought me to his lips, his soft lips kissing me feverishly. A grunt fell from his lips. I kissed him back passionately, my head swirling. I moaned as my nightgown rose as his hand went around my hips; laying me on my back, his hands went under my nightgown; grabbing my hip, his hand kept to my knee as he lifted it, pressing my members so he started to move his clothed member against mine my body shudder as my clit brushed against the fabric the heat rose in my body I let out a gasp “ say you're sorry” he bit out as his hips moved in a fluid motion I could feel the wetness build up on his underwear as moans escaped my mouth my hand going to his shoulders as a concentrated as I moved my hips with his. I was confused as to why I needed to say sorry. I continued to moan. Kid looked at me, his eyes Piercing mine. His hips stopped, causing me to whine. Taking off my nightgown, my body was bare. “Say it, he said as he lowered his lips to my nipple, his breath fanning across my skin, causing me to shudder. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Why?” he grunted, his tongue sweeping across my nipple, causing me to yelp. His tongue circled my nipple and teased it slowly with his mouth. He moaned. My brain became hazy from the feelings. “I’m sorry for being angry” I said as I ground my cores against his leg desperately. “ I thought you had left me. I bit out,” feeling the wetness on my inner thigh. “Good enough,” he grunted out as he removed his boxers, his hands, and Grab my leg again as he raised it to wrap around his hip. He looked me in the eyes. He lowered his hips to me as he entered me, causing me to moan. I felt myself clinch around him getting use to the feeling of feeling full again, causing him to moan in my ear. My body was buzzing all over from pleasure, trying to adjust to the feeling of him aside me again, a moan only escaped my mouth as I slowly started to move my hips. He moved with every motion as I placed my arms around his shoulders. I could feel him inside of me, his warmth. I’m sorry he is going to die near my neck; I took so long he said as he moved his hips quicker. “I missed you”, he said, breathing, his hair sticking to his face. I could feel my stomach starting to tighten as he began to pick up his face faster. The witness started to build around him and me.

Moans was escaping our mouths, his eyes looking at mine as my mom escaped, and he began to go faster. Hitting the spot I needed the most, I was unraveling, and so was all the pain and regret I had. I’m sorry he grunted, now snapping faster. I began to tighten around him as my legs started to shake. My moans became shaken as I felt the pressure release, my wetness pooled around me, his breath quicking. I could feel him throbbing in me “fuck” he said as he pulled out and came on my stomach, the warmth hitting my skin. He fell beside me, his breath calming down with mine as my legs shook. “I forgive you” I whispered as I turned to look into his brown eyes.

[sunkcss]

alr guys where’s my thirsty, hungry, down bad moots @ ?????

[bangtanxmegan]

voltar para você

dev patel

Um flash branco atrevessa o céu e eu dou um pequeno pulo por conta do susto. Corro até a porta e aperto a campainha, esperando que alguém abrisse o mais rápido.

"Ah, s/n."

"Oi, Dev."

Dev, que agora é meu ex, me encarava com aqueles olhos marrons hipnozantes, me fazendo por alguns segundos esquecer a forte tempestade. Outro raio cai e rapidamente volto a realidade.

"Será que eu posso entrar?" - dou um sorriso.

"Claro que sim." - ele abre mais a porta. - "Kiara e Ravi, a mãe de vocês está aqui."

As crianças que antes estavam sentados de frente para a grande janela apreciando a chuva, correm em minha direção.

"Mamãe." - Kiara é a primeira a pular em meu colo. Logo Ravi te puxa para se sentar no sofá.

"S/n, nós vamos fazer pipoca e assistir alguns filmes, quer participar?" - Dev pergunta.

"Eu vim buscar as crianças, mas está chovendo tanto, é melhor eles ficarem mais um dia aqui. Amanhã eu venho buscar." - levanto ainda com minha filha em meus braços.

"Mamãe, dorme aqui por favor. Faz tanto tempo que não vemos filmes juntos e está chovendo muito." - meu filho faz um biquinho.

"Realmente está muito perigoso para você ir embora agora, s/n. Não se preocupe, você pode dormir aqui... se você quiser." - Patel sorri.

"Mamãe, por favor." - Kiara e Ravi começam a espalhar beijos por todo o meu rosto.

Olho para os meus filhos e faço uma careta pensativa.

"Tudo bem, eu fico." - sorrio para eles. - "Qual filme nós vamos assistir?"

"O Rei Leão."

"Eu vou fazer as pipocas e já volto." - Patel corre até a cozinha.

Pela quarta vez olho para o relógio do lado da cama e volto a olhar para o teto do quarto escuro, não conseguindo dormir. Faz tanto tempo que não fico tão perto de Dev como hoje.

Em um momento do nosso relacionamento só tínhamos tempo pra brigas e desentendimentos, nunca conseguindo ter uma conversa decente como dois adultos. Até que dois meses atrás decidimos dar um tempo e ver até onde iria dar.

Bobby entra no quarto e sobe na cama apressado.

"Eu também morri de saudades de você, garotão." - tento fazer ele parar de lamber meu rosto. - "Vem, eu vou beber um pouco de água."

O cachorro me acompanha até a sala e logo corre para o brinquedo barulhento perto da porta.

A televisão estava ligada e Dev sentado no sofá, sendo possível só ver o seu cabelo ondulado bagunçado. Me aproximo lentamente e consigo ver ele segurando o álbum de foto, olhando fixamente para a do dia do nosso casamento.

"Eu me lembro de cada detalhe desse dia." - ele se assusta, fechando o álbum rapidamente." - "Eu chegando no altar e você me esperando com aquele terno verde magnífico."

"Foi o melhor dia da minha vida. Ver você chegando com o buquê nas mãos e aquele vestido que realçou mais ainda sua beleza, me fez sentir algo que nunca senti antes com ninguém."

"Posso me sentar?"

"Claro que sim." - Dev chega um pouco para o lado e abre novamente o álbum. "Você se lembra desse dia?"

O homem aponta para a foto da nossa filha correndo e chorando.

"Como posso me esquecer do Natal que você se vestiu de Grinch para assustar as crianças? Isso foi maldade. Eles ficaram dias sem dormir tranquilos por sua culpa."

Dou um soco de brincadeira no braço dele.

"Essa é a minha favorita." - pego de sua mão.

Aponto para a foto nossa quando visitamos o Brasil.

"Ravi comendo areia achando que era farofa foi o melhor. Eu ri tanto nesse dia." - ele gargalha.

"E você ficou todo vermelho e com a pele descascando porque não me escutou quando mandei você passar protetor solar."

O silêncio volta a preencher a sala gigante. Dev encosta a cabeça em meu ombro e acaricio seu braço musculoso.

"Onde foi que nós dois erramos? Éramos tão felizes juntos..." - olho nos olhos dele.

"Sem você e as crianças fazendo bagunça nessa casa, eu me sinto tão sozinho." - uma lágrima cai. - "Eu sinto saudade de dormir e acordar com você..."

Me aproximo de Dev e beijo seus lábios. Rapidamente ele segura meu rosto e me beija de volta. Beijar ele depois de tanto tempo me fez querer nunca mais sair de perto. O calor do corpo dele me fazia sentir tão bem.

"O que você acha de tentarmos novamente?" - o homem olha para mim parando o beijo.

De imediato fico sem reação, boquiaberta. Por um momento eu esqueci como se respirava.

"S/n, o que você acha?" - segura minha mão. - "Eu vou entender completamente se você não quiser tentar de novo. Só quero o melhor para você e para as crianças. Vocês são tudo pra..."

"Sim, eu quero voltar com você, amor." - abraço o moreno.

"Você tá falando sério?" - ele volta a examinar meu rosto.

"Sim, eu quero voltar a ser sua esposa. Quero voltar a dormir do seu lado e acordar com os seus roncos. Vamos tirar um tempo para a nossa família, viajar para lugares que nunca viajamos antes... e principalmente ter um momento só nosso."

Ele continua parado, me encarando.

"E-eu acho que não ouvi direito."

Reviro os olhos e empurro o seu corpo para se deitar no sofá. Coloco minhas mãos no seu peito, me sento em seu colo e me aproximo de seu rosto.

"Eu aceito ser sua esposa novamente."

Dev abraça minha cintura e volta a me beijar.

"Eu prometo que nunca mais vou deixar de estar do seu lado. Nunca mais."

sou apaixonada no dev e é triste não ter muitas fanfics sobre ele aqui. queria dizer que estou aceitando pedidos relacionados ao meu xuxuzinho dev.

espero de verdade que tenham gostado! ✨️

[sodacatz]

REAL

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

[romana-after-dark]

Rooms on Fire: Stop Dragg'n My Heart Around

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist : MainTaglist

Spotify playlist

Summery: Madonna learns more about her role and the dynamics of the household.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence.

Extra warnings for chapter: Anal, oral, love bombing, control

This is not meant to be a statement about religion, Christianity, or Catholicism, this is simply my take on a cult. I am a religious person. I understand that some of this may be very offensive to religious people so if you don't like thing like AHS Asylum or Black Mass, maybe consider not reading.

A/N: Every chapter will be named after a song from the spotify playlist. Dont forget to commen fitting songs!!

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NEW OC: Faceclaim, Dev Patel

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There's people running 'round loose in the world Ain't got nothing better to do Than make a meal of some bright eyed kid You need someone looking after you~ Stop Dragg'n My Heart Around, Tom Petty and Stevie Nicks

You were the wife of deities. You were blessed, honored. Holy mother. The Madonna, and inside your womb the savior would grow. All four of them were Gods of different patronage, each with their own abilities and passions.

Francisco was the god of nature. He was the god of all that grew in the earth, the soil. the flowers. He was clairvoyant, but also had a gift of growth. Life. His prayers over you would solidify implantation after conception, keep you and your baby safe.

Benjamin was the sun god, god of celebration, and celebrate he did. Ben’s mood often controlled the weather. Most of the time, regular weather patterns took place, Benjamin’s emotions could change them, and he was prone to big emotions. That’s why him and Francisco worked so closely together. Weather and nature, working to keep the crops growing and the people safe.

William was all about duality, you were taught in catechism. God of war, God of medicine. He had the gift of healing, but also impeccable military prowess. This made for a powerful ally and feared enemy. William headed the military and security, but also watched over the medical care. 

And Pope, Divine Mothers only child. Pope had the gift of discernment and prophesy. He was incredibly intelligent, and with that came respect. He was not just born into this position, but born for it. God of family, god of passion. You felt that passion so clearly every time his eyes bore into you. He could no more hide it than he could his own beauty.

So why, with all this power surrounding you, did you feel so scared?

Everything just feels so confusing right now. You feel as if you can’t get your head on straight, like everything is whirling. You're married. You might be pregnant. Why was everything so… hard. When Pope waved your bloodied sheet around, he was soon joined by a whooping Ben who took part in the celebrations and dragged Francisco out with him. It was just you and Will.

Naked and shivering, suddenly cold on the cool tile of the altar without the heat of passion to warm you

“Just one minute, I’ll get you dressed once I’m done.” He says quietly, kneeling before you with a wet wipe, gently dapping at your swollen folds. “Damn, really did a number on yuh, huh?”

You don’t know how to respond, so you don’t.

“Well, I think this is as good as it’s gonna get.” Leaning over, he presses a kiss to the top of your puffy parts and gets up, helping you down with a hand. He slides the dress back over you. William was gentle as he caressed your cheek. “You did so good for us, princess.” His hand moved to your belly. “You’re a good girl, and soon you’ll be full with our baby, I just know it.”

You stand there in shock, unable to exactly form a reaction. The lights were too bright, it was too warm. There were too many flowers and incense and candles and oils… to much. You shut down and Will finishes dressing you: shoes, flower crown minus the ropes of vine. He stuffs your underwear in his pocket with a smile. “My little dividend.”

Jonah was outside the room, laying down on a bench with his cowboy hat pulled over his face.

“Wake up, old man” Will spoke with a bite you weren’t used to.

He mumbled under the hat. “I’m awake, damn. Just resting.”

William nudged you towards where he was standing. “Watch her for the rest of the cocktail hour, then bring her in for the entrance.”

Jonah frowned. “She ain’t going to the cocktail hour with you?”

“What’s the point? She can’t drink. She might be pregnant.”

“It’s her wedding.”

Will rolled his eyes. “She’ll have the wedding shit, this is more of a… stag party. Bachelor party sort of thing.”

You didn't know what that meant. You weren’t sure you wanted to.

“Whatever. I’ll watch her.”

“Yeah. You will.” Williams harsh glare softened as he turned to you, holding your face with both hands. “I’ll see you in an hour, my beautiful bride.”

When he left, Jonah mumbled something and began walking you down the long hall. The place was huge, absolutely massive. The worship chapple and sanctuary were attached to the house, originally built as a pool house but refurbished with the establishment of Delta. Divine Mother wanted her home attached to the sanctuary so she could go whenever she wanted, no matter the weather, so a hall was built on. In addition to the several bedrooms, living rooms and so on, there was a ballroom. This is where you would go after. For now, it seemed, you weren’t needed…

You wanted to go still. You were their wife, you wanted to meet the other members of Delta, you wanted to dance, to laugh, to smile with them… but the day's events left you tired, left you hurting, left you… confused. Why had they all left you so fast, save for Will?

“You alright, honey?” Jonah’s voice barely registers in your ear.

You don’t have it in you to answer, simply staring straight ahead as your breathing picks up speed.

“Hey, darl’n, hey.” He stops outside the kitchen. “What’s go’n on, you hurt?”

How do you even explain it, the panic rising up in you, the fear. Why were you scared? You were married to the gods, there was no safer position to be in. You were safe, protected… so why did you feel so on edge? Why was your head hurting, your heart racing, and why did you feel so used?

You stopped breathing before you realized it.

“Hey!” Jonah shook you, but your eyes felt glassy and unfocused. He pulled you through the swinging kitchen doors.

“Dad, what-” You hear Iris say and vaguely register a third person in the room. Iris stops what she’s doing and rushes to you. “What’s happening? What did you do?”

“Nothing! I got her after the ceremony and this just started!”

You were gasping for breath, the light and airy feeling in your head making everything a little blurring. Still, you register hands on your shoulders, calling your name. “You need to breath. HEY! You hear me? BREATH.”

But you can’t. The panic, all-consuming panic clawed at your throat and tightened your chest. Then, a hard slap.

*SMACK*

Iris slapped you, causing your body to gasp in shock. You took the opportunity to breathe in as much as you could get, and once the oxygen settled in, so did the clarity.

Dizzy, you stumble back and nearly topple over, but Jonah catches you. Careful, he sets you down in a chair. “Easy now, darl’n, breath, breath…” his arms were strong and safe around you, but Iris grabs your shoulders.

“Listen to me.” You look up to watch her, brown eyes fiery on yours. She commanded the room. “You need. To get it. Together. Those men out there-” She pointed vaguely out the door. “Are dangerous.”

“Iris…” Jonah whispers, but when her head whips towards him in anger, he backs off.

“You shut it, you don’t know jack shit about surviving here, especially as a woman.” Back to you. “I don’t care how you feel, I know you’ll probably fall in love because you’ve been so brainwashed, but I need you to understand this.” She leans in. “You need to get your shit together. You need to clean up, you need to get out there and charm the fucking dick off of every single person in that room. The only way you get through this is if you want a very thin line. Submissive but not weak. Obedient but not permissive. Have boundaries but keep them loose and never, ever, try to resist sex. This is no time to be weak.”

Her words barely made sense to you.

They weren’t dangerous. They LOVED YOU. You were their WIFE. But still, part of her words range true; you were the daughter of a traitor, a man who partook in an uprising that caused the death of the Divine Mother, and the other high up members would have their eye on you. You needed to make sure there was no reason to doubt your love for your husbands, nor your adoration of Divine Mother.

“Fuck,” Iris mutters something to the third figure in the room about ‘nothing there’ then stands up. “Jonah, go back to the dressing room and get the make-up and hair products.” It was only then you realized you had been crying, make-up running off your face. “Rey, I need you to help me in here.”

He was tall, about as tall as Jonah but not quite the Millers height. “What do you need?” He began to tie his dark curls back. Iris directed him on finishing the desserts while she took out all the food from the oven for the main dish.

When Jonah came back, Iris set to work redoing your face, making it look as if you never cried, never had a single scared thought. She fixed you up nice and pretty, then left you on the chair to wait for your entrance.

After everything was placed on carts to take out, Iris departed, with Jonah following behind shortly and instructing the other man to stay with you. Iris insists she doesn’t need a guard dog, but Jonah say something about not wanting her alone with ‘those drunk bastards’ if he can help it. You’re suddenly nervous, unsure about being alone with a man other than your husbands or Jonah, but you don’t have a choice.

“They’re a stressful pair to watch aren’t they?” The dark haired man says, pulling up a chair beside you. He turns it around, straddling it before sitting backwards and leaning his arms on the backrest.

You don’t want to be rude, so you give a shy smile without meeting his eye. “Are they… um… is uh…” You realize you don’t know Jonah’s last name, and are unsure how to properly address him to others. You don’t want to seem too familiar when you are a married woman now. “Mr. Jonah, is he Iris’s father? I heard her call him dad.”

He chuckles a bit, and you turn to look at him. With a better view, and clearer vision, you are able to take in his features. He’s handsome, but in a almost boyish way -although you doubt he’s younger than 30. Dark curls are still pulled back, but you’d estimate his hair falls about shoulder length, maybe shorter, as chunks are falling out. Strong nose, brown skin, and bright, brown eyes. Strangely jovial compared to Iris and Jonah.

“Yeah, kinda rare that happens. She’s um… well, they’d had… well I guess it’s not my place to say, but they’ve had some ups and downs. But yeah, she’s his daughter.” He extends a hand. “Reyansh Saha.”

You give him your name. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Saha.”

He laughs again, but it doesn’t feel like he’s laughing at you; it’s too good natured for that. “Just Rey is fine.”

“Oh, no, no I shouldn’t.” You try to protest.

“Ammayi” (my girl) He says with a glint in his eye. “No one here will understand you if you call me Mr. Saha, I promise you. You can call me Reyansh if that’s easier. Or, well, you can call me Mr. Saha if you’re uncomfortable of course” His tone is good natured, but clearly trying to ease you. You feel like a skittish animal, and he’s a good samaritan trying to coax you to some food.

You give a little nod. “Okay, yeah Reyansh works.”

*

You felt like you may have another panic attack.

Pope was on your right, holding your arm with William beside him. On your left arm was Benjamin; Francisco was fidgeting beside him.

“Baby.” Ben whispers to Francisco. “You gotta calm down, you're shaking…”

You watch as Pope turns abruptly at the nickname, but says nothing. Benjamin grabs Francisco's hand, squeezing it three times and giving him a little peck on the cheek before letting go. Francisco smiled, just a little.

You were making your grand entrance as husbands and wife, to the whole of Delta, to stand out on the balcony as the masses gathered below. Jonah instructed you on procedure. 

“This is the most dangerous point. I have the entire guard in the crowd, both noticeably armed and plain clothes, everyones been searched before entry and theres no reason to suspect a problem, but-” He turned to you. “Anything happens, a gun shot, something is thrown, a fight breaks out, I am grabbing you and we are going. Don’t argue, don’t worry about them-” He gestures to the men beside you. “My only concern will be to get you to safety. Your husbands are all armed and trained fighters, you are not. You have me, understood?”

There would be no need for concern. As you stepped out, leading your husbands in a v shape through the curtains, a stark hush fell upon the crowd. Thousands of people, thousands, here to see your husbands. Here to see them with their brand new bride, the mother of their child. You were humbled, truly, to be honored in such a way that the god’s dained you deserving. Cheers broke out, no doubt to the flag being raised- your bloodied sheets, signifying that you were indeed a virgin, and had been claimed in the name of the gods. The crowd was adoring; how beloved your husbands were to their people!

You focused your hearing not being all that far away, to try and pick out a word or two, and were surprised with the result.

“MADONNA! MADONNA! MADONNA”

They were cheering… for you.

The priestess stood off to the side, raising her arms to hush the crowd. 

“Hail Madonna, full of grace, blessed are you amongst women!”

Then, she kneeled.

Behind her, beginning with the front and sending a wave through the back, the entire mass of people knelt, chanting “Hail! Hail! Hail!”

To both your left and right, all four of your husbands bowed to you.

You were the holy mother. You were Madonna. You would bring about the savior and peace on earth. You were divine.

*

The party went swimmingly. Your new found confidence, it turns out, made speaking to strangers easier. You shouldn’t fear them for being a traitor's child, you shouldn’t feel their judgeful gaze. They should worship you. Not the same as Pope, William, Benjamin and Francisco, and certainly not Divine Mother, but you were blessed.

You never were far from William, Pope, or Benjamin, most moments of the evening were spent with their arms around your waist or holding your hand; you belonged to them.

Pope had pulled you to the dance floor, tender grasp keeping you close as he guided you through the violin music. 

“You are just… so beautiful” He whispered, clean shaven face up against your own. 

“Thank you.”

“You do understand how stunning you are, don’t you? Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You tuck your head in his neck, smelling his aftershave; or was it the liquor on his breath? You weren’t sure.

“It’s like you were made for me…”

A gentle kiss. “I was. I was made for you, by Divine Mother’s majesty.”

You could feel him smile at that, hands slowly trailing down your back. “That’s right, made just for me…”

You nuzzle against him, signing contently. He loved you, you were so, so loved… “Made for my husbands”

His smile dropped. When his hands grazed over your ass, he gripped it tight, painful, making you yelp. The noise and crass motion was sure to attract attention, and you turn to look.

Pope grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t look at them, look at me. I am their god, they are nothing compared to us, what we do is none of their business. I could bend you over right now and if I told them to ignore it, to go about the party, they will. You understand me?”

You nod.

His fingers pinch your cheeks. “Your body was made for me, and it’s mine. Understood?” You realize now your mistake. You had said your husbands. Plural. You must have hurt his feelings when bringing the others into it, even if you meant well. You note that special times between you and Pope should remain exclusive. Don’t make him jealous.

“Made just for you” You push past the force of his hold to kiss him on the lips. “I belong to you.”

Popes body language relaxed, his plush lips smiling again as his grip softens. He runs his thumb over your lips. “So beautiful for me…”

*

As you spoke like old friends to a woman you’d never met in your life, Benjamin slid up to you. “‘Scuse me, darl’n, but may I steal my wife away for a few moments?”

The woman bowed her head and excused herself while Benjamin pulled you away.

It wasn’t long before you were out the ballroom, down a hall and into a small linen closet, his hands all over you; frantic, needy, a fully hard cock pressing against your skirt. This was to be expected, and you understood your role. At any time, day or night, busy or not, you were to be available to be filled.

He yanked at your skirt. “Yuh know,” Benjamin said between short pants of breath. “It was my brothers insistence that your dress have blue… he said that- mmphh- it was symbolic or some bullshit, but I think he just wanted his color on you.”

You weren’t entirely sure if that was true, but you didn’t want to make a committal answer so you attempt to kiss back, unsure of the movements still. “Mmm, Benjamin…”

“Call me Benny, darl'n.” He rucks up your skirt, only to find no underwear. He stops, blue eyes looking at you with a steely ferocity. “Will take your panties after he cleaned you up.”

Lie, your first instinct told you. He’s dangerous,lie. But he wasn’t dangerous. He was your husband. “Yes” You wanted him to touch you again, you liked the way he explored your body. 

His brows pursed together before growling, turning you around and bending you over a small folding table. “God damn him, and god damn Pope!” Benjamin grunted, making you scared as he flicked your dress up to your waste. “I should’ve had you first!” Ben spits onto your exposed asshole, shocking you a bit.

You try to turn around when you hear his belt being undone. “What-”

“Shhhh” He pushes you back down on the table, freeing his hard cock. You jump when he slides a finger into your tight ring of muscle. It doesn’t feel bad, but not necessarily good, either. He begins to pump, then adds a second finger and you gasp at the intrusion. “Making me fuck’n wait till last-” You hear him spit on his free hand, beginning to jerk himself off as he begins to scissor you open.

“Ben!”

“Relax, baby, I’m not Pope, I ain’t tryna tear you open, you’ve bleed enough for one day.” You swear you hear him chuckle. What is he doing? You were confused, but also beginning to sink into the feeling of him. “They always do this to me, they always make me wait, and wait and wait just because Frank’s Pope’s favorite and Will’s ugh, Will’s older- goddamn” He stops, lining up the tip of his cock to your asshole and spitting a few more times. He was going to fuck you there?! Ben folds over, encasing your body in his warmth as he whispers in your ear. “Not this time, your ass is mine.” With that, he thrust into you, splitting your hole open as you cried out.

He laughs. “Lot louder than when Pope took you huh?”

*

Jonah found William getting a glass of wine and sipping it while watching over the party.. “I gotta talk to you.”

William doesn’t even turn to look. “Fuck off, Hanson.” 

Will did not like Jonah, he knew. Their history prevented the same rapport that he had with Santiago, but never the less, he know Will was the one for this request.

“It’s about your precious Madonna.”

With that, Will turned.

*

Benny was insatiable, thrusting into you wildly and grunting with every movement. “So- fucking-tight-god!” He shouts and it takes everything in you not to cry… but that feeling was bubbling up again, despite the discomfort, but that discomfort was slowly slipping into something else.

The slightest moan escapes.

It seems then almost that Ben reminds you’re here, that he’s not fucking a hole in a wall and chuckles. “Oh, you like this, pretty girl? I can make it better, so much better.” He wraps a strong arm around you, toying with that sensitive spot that William was playing with earlier illiciating a much louder moan from your lips.

“God baby, thats it… gonna cum like this, darl’n? Gonna cum with a cock up your ass like the dirty girl I know you are? Yeah, yeah sure sounds like it…” He replies after your sounds of pleasure grow. “Under all this white, underneath that good girl act and that sweet little face, I knew, I just fucking KNEW your little virgin cunt was begging to get fucked, desperate for cock, huh?” His hips begin to falter, growing more sloppy. “Well now you got 4 cocks desperate to fill you up, to put our baby inside you first, fuck, you gonna be able to handle all that?

You can’t even reply, a mess of moans under his body. 

He grabs your hair, yanking you up to look at him. “ANSWER ME!”

“YES!” You scream, so close to spilling over but not quite there, needy and whimpering for him. “I can take it! I want it! I want you all, all the time!”

“I know, darl’n girl, I know, f-fuck, ugghh fuck!”

 Pulling out of your ass, you almost whine for him, whine for more, but he thrusts it into your pussy last minute. The intrusion sends you over, clamping down hard on him as he spills into you. “Yeaahh, that’s it, thats- oh my god, perfect little pussy- fuck!” When he finishes inside you, his warmth is all over you again, staying there for a moment with his cock plugged inside you. “Gotta make sure to cum inside your little pussy every time, no matter how good your ass or mouth feel. Can’t waste a drop.”

He caressing your arm as his body language softens, nuzzling his face into your hair. “So good, pretty girl. So fucking perfect.”

*

“She needs someone looking after her.” Jonah insists. “She’s just a kid.”

Will is dismissive, but behind his eyes hide curiosity. “That’s what you and security are for.”

Jonah signs. “Okay, listen, I’ll be honest here.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“You ain’t fond of me, that’s a given. I get it. But let’s be clear.” Jonah drops his voice low. “Frank’s been mentally checked out all day. He don’t want nothing to do with this. Ben’s a -”

“Watch it.”

Jonah rephrased his next words. “He’s not gentle. He’s not careful, and when he’s high he flat out dangerous, and he buys into this whole delusion and so does Santiago. Santiago is worse, he’s delusional and can flip like a fucking switch. She needs someone to help her navigate them. That needs to be you.”

Will didn’t say anything, but from the way his brows were furrowed, Jonah new he planted a seed. 

“Look, here she comes with Ben, she’s fucking stumbling, Will. Go take care of your wife.”

*

It hurt.

It was hard to walk like this, but Ben’s arms were tight around you. You felt strangely safe like this, like he was going to be there from now on.

“What the hell did you do to her, Ben?”

“Relaaaaax” Ben waved off his brother. “She’s fine.”

Will didn’t buy it.

“Pope got her pussy, I got her ass.” He shrugged.

Disgust spread across his features. “You did anal? With no lube? Jesus Ben!”

“RELAX!” Ben raised his hands in defense. 

Will hushed him. “That’s enough for tonight, I’m taking you to bed.”

And that was that. Will’s arm replaced Ben’s and quickly guided you out the door again. Once out of sight, Will scooped you right out. “Ain’t having you walk like that, babygirl. ‘Slright, just rest.” And rest you did, clinging to him and laying your head on his firm chest. You felt like you were almost asleep when he laid you on the bed.

Like how he cared for you before, he cared again, undressing you with a gentle strength.

“Lay down, lemme make sure your okay.” The worry in his voice made your heart sing.

“I’m alright, I promise.” You whisper, but spread your legs anyway.

He tsks his tongue. “Poor little girl… you’re alright, but I know it must hurt, doesn’t it?”

You swallow thickly, nervous with his face so close to your core. “Um… it’s a little sore, I guess…” 

“I bet… but it wasn’t all bad, was it?”

“N-no, it wasn’t…”

“I can see that…” A thick finger swipes up your slit. “Got all wet, didn’t you? You sure are easy to work up…”

You shutter at the touch, a little achy but still desiring him. How could you not? How could you not want him when he spoke to you so low, so careful? When carried you and cleaned you and dressed you… he was perfect, fucking perfect.

“Poor little girl…” William spoke in a deeper tone, planting a kiss to your clit and making you whimper. “Gotta be at the beck and call for four men… that can’t be easy, but you’ve been taking it so well…” His fingers move up and down your folds, spreading your cum and the new slick trickling down.

“It’s, mmmm it’s my honor to be found worthy…” You sit up on your elbows, curious as to his actions.

“And worthy you are, Madonna.” His lips glazed over your flesh. “Bless are you, among women” His hand on your stomach. “and blessed is the fruit of your womb.” You watch William, knelt before you, hovering with his mouth open above your waiting mound.

You whisper, “Please”

He whispers equally soft. “As you wish.”

When William latched his mouth onto you, it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before, although you can’t say you’ve felt much. His mouth is hot, wet, messy as he licks you, tongue and lips moving in tandem, like a well practiced team with the sole purpose of reducing you to a whimpering mess.

“W-Will, oh that… oh my god-”

But he didn’t stop, latching his tongue to your clit as his fingers entered you, and despite the overstimulation of the day, compared to the large phalluses that had breached your core, his fingers merely provided pleasurable stimulation. His free-hand remained busy as well, taking your private moment to explore the rest of your body. You didn’t understand what pleasure he could find in your thighs, your stomach, or playing with your fingers, but you relished in his closeness, the emotional and physical and sexual intimacy compared to the coldness of the deflowering. 

But it had to happen this way, you thought as your hips bucked; William had begun swirling his tongue around your clit, causing a surge in pleasure. This afternoon was a ritual; systematic, calculated, precise. There was no room for intimacy, for love. But you’d seen it now. You’d seen it in the way Pope danced with you, in the way Ben caressed you after sex and praised you, the way Will touched you now… the only thing missing was Frankie.

It wasn’t long before Will had to gushing on his face, crying out his name in a hedonistic moan, a orgasm so blinding that the revelation that you existed to pleasure and be pleasured by these men until you were swollen with child seemed like a gift of godhood itself.

He pulled three more out of you before he was satisfied, making come on his face and fingers thrice before your final orgasm was only singled by an tired “Mmmmmmmph” and your contracting walls. Finally, he pulls back. You can’t see him, eyes too tired they won’t open, but you imagine his beard is glistening with the way he soaks you when he kisses you cheek.

When you’re situated in bed, where you can only assume is your room, you ask Will to stay, ask him to hold you while you fall asleep. He obliges.

You feel dwarfed in his grasp his body so large it makes you feel small, but also secure. You don’t have to be brave, you don’t have to be strong. You don’t have to think or to worry. Everything would be taken care of for you, you’d give birth to the savior and how many other children, and redeem your family name from your fathers betrayal. You would find redemption in this house, right alongside love, family, and maybe even friendship for the first time since you were twelve…

Everything was falling into place.

So why didn’t it seem like Francisco loved you?

*

Knock knock.

“Honey?”

Knock knock knock

“Honey you in there?”

Jonah. 

“One moment!”

You open your groggy eyes and take a look around the room, finding a luxurious, long, white robe on the dresser. You put it on, covering your nakedness, and timidly open the door.

“Yes?” Jonah stood before you, gun slung on his hip as usual.

He looks sympathetic. “Sorry to wake you, but Santiago wants to see you, I’m here to escort you.”

Hearing someone refer to Pope as his given name is jarring, but something about Jonah is just… very different. He seemed so serious when talking to you about safety, about making sure only his most trustworthy men watched you and how determined he seemed at the balcony… but it seemed he took everything else so unserious to him.

You didn’t like that he referred to your husband by his name, it was much too informal, but you cared about Jonah, so you don���t mention it.

After dressing, Jonah takes you down stairs. You’re thankful for him, the house is too big for you to know your way yet.

“How you feeling?” 

“About what?” You ask genuinely.

Jonah turns to you, a curious look on his face. “About… everything. Yesterday was a big day. A lot happened.”

Of course a lot happened. You were still leaking their cum. “Nothing that Divine Mother didn’t intend.” You say as if its obvious.

He sighs. “Right.”

Pope was waiting outside the door of the intended room. His smile grew when he saw you, walking over to place a hand on your cheek and kiss you. “Good morning, my beautiful wife.”

Wife… something so magical about that word.

Pope thanks Jonah and dismisses him, turning you to the doorway and opening it. “I have a surprise for you, bebita.”

When the door opens, you gasp as you’re led inside. Canvases fill the room as did papers, paints, pencils… 

“How… how did you know…” You whisper in awe, your heart swelling at the gesture. He loved you, he really loved you and wanted you to be happy here. You were so lucky, so lucky to be adored like this, to be adored by him especially. Pope had worked his way deep into your heart in a matter of days. He was everything to you now, he was your world. You belonged to him, every single inch of your heart, your body, your mind, your faith was him.

“I’m the god of love, I know what mi amada needs… I’ll always know.” He stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, the body that belongs to him, and kisses your neck. “I can’t wait to see what you paint, Madonna…” 

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I feel like im doing ass at writing Ben here. I my normal fics on my main he's a consent king and so so so so soft so this is strange to me. BUT he can be tender and loving, dont you worry

SO, THE GENERAL CONCENSOUS IS YOU ALL WANNA FUCK JONAH. Lmfao, horny sluts. HE'S OUR FATHER FIGURE. Imagine having daddy issues. COULDNT BE ME (this is a joke lol)

But! Thoughts on Iris, and our new boy, Reyansh?

Not a super eventful chapter and i felt like Madonna have said like 10 words this whole fic but this has been the set up, now we can move forward! If you read TWW, LO was practically silent for the first few chapters.

Now they ceremony is done and she's married and already v attached and brainwashed.

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💌 𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗔 𝗚𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗫𝗬…

𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘫𝘦𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

💌 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙐𝙉

𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥.

[stargirlfics]

Dev x inexperienced!reader… favourite trope tbh

Sameee 🥵

Dev just screams “passionate and loving” to me like he would make sex with him such an experience for you in the best ways

You’re not fragile so he’s not overly careful but he is mindful of you and respectful, asking you what feels good, if he can touch here or give you more of this

It’s like he encourages you to use your voice without overtly saying anything to that affect, he makes you feel safe to relax your body and give him some control of your pleasure

He can sense that maybe you’re a bit nervous but that doesn’t faze him, he’s determined to get you to lose yourself in this moment with him

“That’s it, just want you to lay back and enjoy it, love. Want you to feel good, m’gonna work you open, that okay?”

He’s all about to foreplay I feel so using his fingers is a must before he really fucks you, there’s just something so intimate about getting you off that way

His hands are soft and gentle but sure all the same, the way he massages your skin and pushes at different points on your body that make you gasp is everything

You start to squirm the closer he gets to parting your legs and he smiles at you, leaning down to trail kisses over you

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”

You can’t tell me he wouldn’t be giving you praises and compliments throughout it all like that’s just instinct for him

If you’ve ever seen his hands you knowwwww like you know he would have you close to cumming real quick and I feel like with a more inexperienced reader he’s all about the slow fingering, something to get you warmed up and feeling good

Then when he’s finally getting down to it, lining himself up with your entrance, he’s hovering over you, whispering more praise when you wrap your legs around his torso

And when he pushes inside you swear the eye contact is enough to send you over the edge already, you can just see the care but also lust in his eyes, he wants you so damn bad

“F-fuck, you feel so good. Just tell me when, beautiful. I got you.”

Dev strikes me as the kind of guy that wants to feel you pressed against him, he just wants to be as close to you as possible and he’ll bottom out and hold it there for a second, letting you get used to how full you are

“Look at you, baby. Feel me all the way in there, yeah? That’s it, you’re such a good girl.”

Excuse me I’d actually like pass away think about hearing that while he’s groaning and rocking into you slow but deep

And you’re whimpering and holding his face and he’s looking at you and you’re just so surrounded by him and by pleasure you never want it to stop

On god I think he’d slut you out in the most sensual way, wanting to show you how you should be fucked because it’s a big deal for him that you want him and trust him with your body

Yeah no like I’d fall in loveeeee so hard, he’s a dream I’m convinced!

[sodacatz]

FRR!

The lack of Dev Patel x Black Reader stories on here is a CRIME

[anjaelle]

Dearest Black Readers

Hey 🥰

I have a fairytale inspired Dev Patel x Black!OFC story that I stupidly forgot to tag properly, and I’d really love for the girlies to check it out. Especially considering the severe lack of black girl fics.

Happy reading 💕

[sodacatz]

I had to come back from the dead to talk ab monkey man n how I need sum dev patel or monkey man fanfictions

[natashacoco]

Dangerous Liaisons

Spy! Dev Patel x Black Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex (m/receiving), mentions of oral sex (m/f receiving), mentions of drinking (alcohol), mentions of violence (fighting), use of guns (implied, espionage (implied)

Summary: You met a handsome stranger in your  ew adopted city of New Orleans, Louisiana one night in a bar where your casual one night stand with a mysterious Dev Patel turns into a casual recurring thing. Little do you know your casual one night stand turns out to be someone who would rather stay in the shadows but can’t seem to stay away from you. Will Dev’s “government job” threaten what the two of you have or will one day he walk out of your life entirely? 

Inspo: These Foolish Things (Remind Me of You)-Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong

The soft splattering sound of rain wakes you up from your slumber, lightning illuminating the candle lit room before the boom of thunder hits. Turning in the bed you reach out your hand to find the space empty, the warm body that occupied it has long since left and the sheets cold to the touch.

Laying your cheek to your pillow, you inhale the scent of the cologne you’ve come accustomed to, hoping to hold onto it a little longer before you’re forced to wash it away yet again from your skin, your lips, clothes, and bed, only to be replaced by yet more memories of a man whom you barely know, yet whose body you’ve explored and learned like maps in books.

A muffled sound catches your attention from outside your bedroom. Grabbing your sheets in your hands you place them strategically around your body, getting up smoothly and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You start to feel the aches and pains from earlier in the night as you stretch out your worn out body.

Taking a deep breath, you stand on wobbly legs and bring yourself to the open window, glancing outside at the balcony, the New Orleans architecture awash in heavy rainfall. The usual summer heat has been stifled by a warm rain. Somewhere in the distance somebody is playing jazz music typical of New Orleans, a trumpet or saxophone playing harmoniously, the soul of the city being bared to all who will listen. Reaching your hand out, you catch a few raindrops in your hand and feel the warmth on your skin before letting them fall onto the floor. Grabbing the shutters, you secure them shut and go in search of the mysterious noise you heard earlier.

Your small living room is dimly lit by a small lamp in the corner, you stop to stare at him, catching him lost in thought for the nth time, his features contorted into a small scowl as he peeks out into the streets, his long fingers pulling your window blinds back. He’s dressed in only his boxers, his long hair pushed back out of his face. Your record player croons These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You), Ella Fitzgerald’s voice carries through the room as you continue to look on.

Dev Patel, or that’s at least the name you’ve come to know him by, continues to look out the window. Walking gently over to him, you make sure not to startle him as you press your cheek to his back, inhaling his scent.

You had just moved to New Orleans, Louisiana, you needed, rather wanted, a new start. Your life had felt like it’d become mundane, doing the same thing over and over again. The faces of people in your hometown melded together and finally you’d had enough, wanting to escape the place you’d called home for so many years. All you knew was that you needed to go out into the world and discover it for yourself, and for your sanity at that.

Packing up your things, you made the decision to move to New Orleans. You’d been in love with the city for as long as you could remember, everything from the culture, the food, the history and architecture. It wasn’t long before you became adapted to your new chosen home.

It had been close to a year, a night dissimilar to tonight's when you’d met Dev. The New Orleans summer heat had been sweltering, the humid hot and heavy in the air, putting on a simple outfit you decided to go to your favorite bar, Arnaud's French 75. Once there you are greeted by the head bartender Chris, he doesn’t even have to ask you for your drink order before he begins to make it as you find a place to sit. Soon enough the drink is placed in front of you and you thank Chris, taking a sip.

You look around the bar, yet again finding yourself admiring the 20th century decorum that still brings in people from around the world. You’re on your second drink of the night when you notice him at first, the tall man who seems to be trying to blend into the background, yet standing out in a way that siren calls to you from a distance. You can’t help but to notice his height first, his long legs and torso that seems to go on and on. His hair is long and facial hair neat, a contrast to the gorgeous suit he’s wearing that makes him look like a rebel yet distinguished all at the same time.

You can’t seem to take your eyes off of him as you sip on your drink, roaming over his body and admiring it all, his movements sure and graceful as he takes a swig of his beer. Eventually his eyes meet yours when they finally make it up to his face and yours instantly becomes hot as you’re caught red handed at staring. Immediately turning in your seat, you down what’s left in your glass and order another, this time making it a double.

Throughout the rest of the night, you chat with other patrons of the bar and catch up with some fellow regulars, all the while stealing glances in his direction. He never stays in one place for too long, always in a different spot once you finally lock your eyes on his location. Once you think you’re the hunter, the skin on the back of your neck raises as the animalistic awareness becomes evident you’ve turned into the prey.

As the last call is rung out, you try to flag down one of the bartenders when you nonchalantly look over your shoulder to get a last look at the stranger, but to your dismay he’s gone. Looking around the room, you can’t seem to find him, craning your head to search the rest of the room but shaking it off it looks like he had disappeared. Damn you and your staring, you’d been brought up to know it was rude, but something was drawing you to this man that wouldn’t let it go.

A final drink was placed in front of you and you looked at it purplexed. “Excuse me, there must be some mistake, I didn’t order this.”

“This one is on me,” a familiar full looking glass sat next to it. You didn’t have to look up at his face to know who it was, the sleeve of his suit proof enough. Somehow he was on the opposite side of where you’d last seen him, somehow escaping your searching. Handing the bartender cash as he looked down at you. “Actually, add her tab to mine.” His brown eyes looked amused, a small smirk adorning his lips. You hadn’t expected his accent, yet it intoxicated you more than the drinks you’d had.

“No, not tonight I’m afraid. I got it” you retorted, handing over your card after fishing it from your purse. The bartender looked from you to him and back, wondering if there would be a counter from him. When he didn’t get one, he left with the promise to be back shortly with your card and receipt as you pushed the final drink forward.

“It’s a shame I couldn’t buy you a drink tonight.”

“I’m not, I’m not exactly sure what having to pay you back entails” you quip back. If your mother was there, she would have scowled you for being rude.

“Fair enough. Dev Patel” he said, extending his hand out to you and taking a sip of his own drink. You looked at it briefly before taking it in your hand and offering your own name in return. Before you know it, your check was placed in front of you. Signing the receipt, you pushed it forward and grabbed your things.

“Do you mind if I accompany you out?” He asked before finishing his drink. Before you can protest, he had picked up your jacket and helped you into it. He indicates for you to lead the way and he follows without a word, his hand finding its way to the small of your back.

Making your way out of the bar, he doesn’t speak, only gives you a glance here and there, his demeanor almost as if he’s constantly on high alert. His hyper vigilance makes your head swim, you can feel your body reacting to him. Your nipples grow hard, you can feel your pussy lips slick and wet, your panties sticking to your skin. Your heart races the closer you get to the exit,the warmth from his hand turning your body ablaze.

Looking back on that day, you’re not exactly sure who made the first move, but one moment you reached the street and the next he had pulled you to the side, his mouth slanting over yours. He commanded the first kiss, your body moved instinctively with his as he pushed you against the wall into the shadows. Unspoken words from his body had said everything that he hadn’t yet: raw, animalistic, carnal lust. His tall body encased yours and made it hard to breathe.

He finally let you up for air, running your tongue along your lips, you tasted him on them as you tried to catch your breath. He mirrored you, his thumb replacing his tongue even as he rolled his body into yours. You gasped feeling his erection through both of your clothes and something else. He stared into your eyes with curiosity, uncertain of what your next actions would be. Somewhere in the back of your mind you heard the warning bells but it flew out the window when he grabbed your chin and brought his lips back to yours. He swallowed a whimper that escaped from your lips, his warm hands trailing up the inside of your thigh before pulling you away from the wall.

Your place is closer, your steps hurried as the two of you made your way there. Once inside, your clothes were thrown about one way or another. The minutes passed in wanton sexual bliss, every part of your body had been touched and carcassed throughly.

Sometime in the early morning, he’d gotten up, his movements quiet and certain as he dressed himself and left, no promises to return or to make plans for the future, a night that would be for the two of you, and only you. One night with a man whose name you barely remembered made you brazen, so unlike the woman you thought you recognized in the mirror.

Several days later you decided to try your hand at Arnaud’s again, as soon as you sat down your drink was placed in front of you without having to order. That familiar prickle of being watched tickled your spine. Looking around, you caught a familiar set of eyes looking back at you. He had raised his glass in acknowledgement and you the same. Thus the cat and mouse game between you two was set.

The two of you would meet at Arnaud’s, if he was in town which you never knew. If your drink would be already ordered and placed in front of you, it meant that he was in New Orleans, never a call, never a random show up at your front door At the end of the night, he’d take you home and the two of you would spend hours between your sheets, or any surface for that matter.

In all that time, Dev still remained much of a mystery to you as the first time you’d met. You knew his name, or the name that he had given you, that he supposedly worked for his country’s government, in an office no less. What intrigued you the most was that every time you saw him, he always had fresh bruises or cuts on him. Old cuts and scars line his body as well, your hands immediately running over them in the calm of the night. He never told you how he received them, he brushed them off as easily as you mentioned them. Sometimes he’d be taking calls on his cell in hushed tones at odd hours of the night, you’d even swear he’d answered and called himself a different name. Or even the concealed gun you know he carries.

He’s as closed off as an ancient book, he never offered more than what was asked about his life, his job, the future. In truth, some part of you didn’t want to know, perhaps that was another reason why you preferred whatever the two of you had just the way it was. He was a part of your new life that you didn’t mind keeping just to yourself.

“Did the storm wake you up?” He asks, his English accent gruff, running his thumb on the hand that you wrapped around his waist.

“A little bit, but it was more of finding you not there. Your side of the bed was cold, I figured you’d left by now” you reply. It wasn’t uncommon for him to leave in the middle of the nights, his visits were varied and you never knew when he would come back. “Did the storm wake you up?”

He turns his head and looks down at you before nodding, taking in your features before turning his head back to the window. You couldn’t help but to notice the new various bruises on his body, some a couple of days old by the color adorning his tall stature. Pulling your hand away from his waist your fingers dance along some of his scars, their movements gentle and deliberate as they trace them yet again. He holds his breath, intentionally or not, until you're done and he lets out a harsh breath through his nose. You’d always wanted to ask him about them, but a part of you felt like it was part of a past or even reality he didn’t, couldn’t, or wanted to speak of. Funny thing about that, the ghosts of the past trying to break through into the realm of the living.

“Come back to bed with me Dev, it’s late, or…” squinting at the clock on your wall to read the time, “early, depending on how you see it” you say. Another round of thunder and lightning light up the night sky.

“Can’t sleep, the storm will keep me up.”

“How about some food then, I’m sure we can order something for takeaway.”

“I’m not really hungry for food,” he says, your clit jumps at the way his voice sounds at the word hungry. Your body suddenly comes alive, the sleep washed away by the awakening of wanting his body yet again. He turns around to face you, and you can tell he can feel the sudden shifting of the mood.

He steps towards you and you take one back, he h j ithkoj I’ll again and until you remain just out of his arms reach. The back of your legs suddenly hit the arm of the couch and you realize he’s got you cornered. He extends his arm and grips the sheet, tugging on it once, twice before it finally falls to the floor.

He carcasses your face gently, taking it in as more lightning flashes through the room. He brings his hand down to your neck and lower to your breasts, delighting in the way they feel in his hands. Using one hand, he gently pushes you back, enough until you’re bent over the arm, feet on the floor and your back on the cushions. By this time, you’re panting with anticipation with what he’ll do to you.

You don’t have to wait long before he’s crouched down, pulling your legs apart and blows air on your wet lips. Gasping, your hands immediately grip his hair. His skilled tongue laps at your folds, his nose brushing against your clit before he suckles it into his mouth. He pushes one of his long fingers into you causing your back to arch, calloused fingers attuned to your body. He uses his mouth and fingers to bring you to the edge and quickly change the pace or direction.

Never one to beg, he has you on the verge of tears, whining, screaming, moaning, panting, anything to let you cum. He removes his finger from inside you before using both his hands to hold your hips down. Your body begins to tingle and you feel like you’re literally seeing stars as a powerful orgasm rips through your body, a growl escaping his lips in approval as he uses his tongue to prolong your release. You can still feel the aftershocks, even as he brings his head back slightly and your face flushes as he gently removes your hands from his head before kissing your pussy sweetly.

Standing up to his full length, he grasps both of your thighs in his hands and pulls your bottom half closer to him, the action causing your back to slide on the cushions. His cock is hard, formidable looking in his hand and you desperately want it in your mouth again, wanting the brutal force of it hitting the back of your throat again and again, the delicious ache that sets in your jaw after a night. He uses one hand to run the tip of his cock through your slickness until he’s satisfied it’s coated. He guides himself inside of you and even though he’s had you countless times before, every encounter feels different, and this time is no different. You never get used to the feeling of him penetrating you, the stretching feeling of his cock being enveloped one inch at a time.

His hands return to the back of your thighs and you let out a pained gasp, his hands widening your legs to allow him to go deeper. He’s never been this deep before, his buttocks tightening and pulling your legs further apart and you swear you can feel him in your abdomen, your eyes snap open, seeing the dark craving written on his face. He pulls out to the tip and then pushes back in, feeling you squeeze him when he’s all the way back in. His tempo is slow and measured, in and out, in and out.

Leaning forward, he drops one leg and brings the other around his hips. His other hand found its way to your neck, holding your head partially to the side, his fingers spread across your skin, squeezing gently.

Bending his head, he takes your mouth in a savage kiss, his hand slipping down to your folds and his thumb pressing hard on your clit. Your inner walls tightened around his cock like a fist, and you moaned into his mouth.

Drawing back for a second, you stare up at him, lips swollen and shiny. Both your bodies are sweaty, the scent of sex filling the air. Another loud crack of thunder cracks overhead. Leaning down, he kisses you again, more gently this time, even as he began thrusting with a smooth, steady tempo. You can tell he’s close, the way he’s thrusting into you quicker and quicker.

Closing your eyes, you let the sensations wash over your body, reveling in his taste, in the feel of his skin under your fingers... in the rigid cock thrusting into you over and over again. And just when the pleasure became too intense, your toes curl and your back arches, convulsing around him with a soft cry, sending him over the edge. He spills into you over and over again in hot ribbons, coating your walls. His body collapses onto you, his body weight holding you down.

Eventually the storm dissipates, the record player still playing softly in the background. You feel yourself being lifted sometime in the early morning. The rays of the new day cast a soft glow through the windows, you’re laid gently in your bed, soft blankets pulled around you.

It’s these moments that you love the most when you’re with him, not wondering if you’ll wake up to an empty cold bed, whether or not he’ll be closed off or open up to you in the future. Whether or not this will be the last time you went to Arnaud’s and a drink placed in front of you. Or if the reason why he always came to you bruised and halfway healed would wind up killing him in the end. But the two of you were here together, here, now.

[thesecretcornerintheroom]

Fulfillment ✨👑

Pairing: Gwainin x Black female reader

Warnings: Rated R for sure 18+, Breeding, praise kink

Word count: 1,506

The plot: Y/n is getting married to Gwanin and is expecting to have there special night of there marriage.

(This idea has been in my head for a while since I saw Green Knight Years ago)

“Well, it depends on who you ask”. My sister wrote, “Mom says sex is an obligation and isn’t supposed to feel pleasurable. She says it’s our duty as ladies of the house. Luckily, I have been in love with the man I was married to since childhood. Sex doesn't feel like an obligation, more so a…fulfillment”. I heard my sister's tone in the letter. I raised my eyebrow in curiosity. No wonder she has three kids and is pregnant with her fourth child. I sighed as I folded the letter and stuck it in my drawer. Today was the day I would be married and seal the deal. I was to be married to Gwainin, the mysterious, adventurous night from the Round Table. I know nothing of him besides that he went on an adventure, killed a monster, and came home a man. Others say I’m lucky, but his demeanor is cold. His eyes hold some emotion I cannot put my finger on. Once he came back and took over his father’s position, he was in line to be married. My mother, who runs the estate, ensured I would be in his view for marriage. My estate, the place I loved, my home with a lovely peony garden and air that smelled of old books and coffee, will no longer be mine. “Y/N, there you are. Stop daydreaming. We must make hast for the wedding.”

The wedding was quick. We exchanged I do’s, flowers were thrown, and the music was loud. People in the kingdom sang and celebrated our wedding with a joyous tune. How on earth were they happier than the bride and groom? I’ll never know. As I turn in my chair to look at him, his gaze never meets mine. It’s fixated on the crowd. His jaw tightens. His brown skin now darken from being in the sun. His wet curls cling to his face, and his brown eyes hold something in them: sadness, worry… pity. Does he pity me? Does he pity this marriage? I turn back to the crowd, and my heart tightens, tears threatening to fall.

As I walked into the room, it was dimly lit by a crackling fireplace and books scattered across the fire place, the floor it seems the noble dwells in his own fantasies like me.His bed was large taking up most of the room. Red sheets adorned it. The room was empty and had no life only a fire place brick walls and a desk. I turned as I heard the door crack. There he was, looking at me, his eyes still holding pity. “Must you stare?” his voice, stiff but deep, even though it was riddled with angst, was still soft. “Apologies,” I whispered as I looked away. He looked at me, soaking me in. I was in a loose silk nightgown. It hid my body. My hair was down, the curls framing my face. “Go lay down,” he said. My body was numb, and I couldn’t feel my feet as I moved to the bed. My hands made the connection to the bed as I crawled into it. My back meets with the soft sheets under me.

Nervous heart racing wonders what he shall do. He climbed into the bed with a book in hand. “Read this to me,” he said as he handed me the book. I felt his hand make contact with my hips as I shutter. He lowered himself beside me. His head lay gently on my stomach, his hand caressing my hip under the nightgown. Confused, I began to read the book. Isn’t this the night I do my obligation? He hasn’t acknowledged me the whole wedding, and now he’s lying in bed with me wanting me to read a book. Bewildered I began to read the words leaving my mouth; the more I read, the more I felt his face nuzzle into my stomach. His hand grabbed mine and placed it on his head; my fingers unstiffened as I played in his hair. He released a sigh.

Two weeks passed, and me and Gwanin have warmed up to each other. Random dates around the castle for onlookers to see as well as stroll through the village. His room which was on empty now filled with some of my belongings. We slowly built a routine for each other but every night. I read a book written by scholars as he listened and laid on my body as I laid as read captivating stories. Now, I was reading a new book, complete with poems. “In a lady's lair, her toys laid bare as she played with her garden. Her rose was rare, and her sweetness was unfair as she called for her lover to bear witness to her.” I gasped. This book is about sex the obligation I was told I would have to do eventually.“Where did you find such a thing?” I looked at Gwainin as he stared at the ceiling. “ I bought it off a paddler he said, his voice deep. The air was now stiff and warm. “Okay,” I said as I grabbed his face, my hand caressing his cheek. “I believe I am ready, but you must promise me to make this a fulfillment and not an obligation”. I looked into his eyes as he looked at mine. His eyes, though once cold, had turned warm over these weeks. His eyes lower to my lips, his hand wraps around my waist and my back as he pulls me quickly to him, his lips sink onto mine. A moan is released from my lips as he caresses his lips with mine, soft and gentle and caring. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip. I gasped at the spark that I felt his tongue enter, fighting for pleasure.

I moaned again as his hands began to untie the top of my gown. As he ripped it off my gown causing the button to pop, I looked at him again. His eyes are warm, and his smile is full of that. He went back in to kiss me. His hands made their way to my breast. His fingers caressing my nipples caused me to shudder, the feeling tingling down my spine as he kissed my neck, licking and nibbling and playing with my nipples. The gasp released from my mouth landed in the air like a moan as he played me on his back. He disposed of his pants he nodded as he looked at my body, his finger meeting my clit. Rubbing it so eagerly, a gasp climbed as my hand matched his rhythm. I brought him down to my lips to kiss me again, trying to subdue the feeling that was bubbling in me, his fingers rubbing me as I became wetter, pooling around my legs and on his sheets. An ocean you are, he bit out. He said, my eyes in Hayes's legs open, looking at him with full attention. His eyes were on mine. This may hurt. He grabbed his dick, and he rubbed up against my clit. Feeling his warmth caused me to hold his arms as he pushed inside of me. The feeling was intense, and the sting was interesting. I moaned. Wait, please be stopped immediately inside of me. My breath quickened as you wrapped your hands around his arms, which he held, still breathing heavily. I could feel everything. His breath quickened, his face flushed, his curl sticking to his face from the sweat gathering slowly. In a deep voice, he said, "I will go slow, slowly." “OK”, his eyes were looking at mine, trying to see if I wanted to stop. “OK”, I said with a breathy tone.his rhythm was slow and hypnotizing. This sting was soon replace by pleasure as I felt his thumb circling my clit. This feeling cause me to clinch on his dick I have never felt such a euphoric feeling. Moans escaped our mouths as we moved together. His hands grab my hips as they match the rhythm we set together. I could feel his member throbbing inside of me. He lowered himself, his lips latching onto my nipple, the sensation driving me wild. I didn’t even know you could do such a thing. As he began to move again, I felt something inside of me tighten and come undone. “Please”, I begged, “please.” My moan is coming out like sobs as my hand from the neck of his neck. He moaned, lips on my nipple, causing the vibration to drive me crazy. He released his lips from my nipples, making a popping sound almost there. He said his voice husky as he began to push in harder, holding my hips in place as I moaned, feeling his member starting to twitch. Not wanting this feeling to leave, I put my body clenched around him, my stomach tightening again as I fuck myself released from the pressure. As I was coming, I could feel him warm inside me, coming as well. Our almost matching each other. His pace was still steady as he moved his hips aside from me, my over, my sensitive body jolting at the feeling. As he kept pushing, I felt myself now, the sense of a feeling becoming too much. He pushed into me once more timeHe grunted I could fell his body tense as he released inside of me. Causing me Gasp in surprise. “Do you feel fulfilled now” he said, as I felt something drip from between my legs.