#Dev Patel x reader

[lustagel]

“my pretty baby” and i’m talking about a grown man who could pick me up and throw me any way he’d like.

[littlemsdelulu]

me when i find a new celebrity crush to overly obsess about

[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

[royalsunshinehotel]

Hellooooo, I hope this ask finds you well! If at all possible could you do some form of drabble of Kid with his obvious thing for biting?

He’s cute. 

You already knew that, but it does bear repeating. He comes to see you every now and again, more frequently now. It’s good to have him here with you, hiding away from the world. His face is resting against your belly, breathing softly while you tease his hair. 

The rain had stopped some time ago, but the humidity in the air left the two of you sticky in more ways than one. 

The light is low, but just enough to cast a gold light into your room. He shifts, and you see two round eyes looking up at you. 

You raise an eyebrow at him, daring him, just a little. Take a bite, if you want. 

He rolls you to your side smoothly, taking some of the flesh of your shoulder between his teeth. He doesn’t bite down, not really. He just keeps you there for a minute, before working his way down again. 

He seems a bit happier after he gnaws on you, he’s a beast sometimes, but not here. 

You gasp when his mouth works down to the meat of your ass. His teeth grip down harder. 

Not pain - but almost. 

He moves you as he pleases, chewing the entire way, settling back between your legs, comfortable, as the rain starts up again.

[spikershoyo]

why do they look the same

[imninahchan]

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𐙚 ⌜ 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐒: friends to lovers, dev homem patético com síndrome de second lead, size kink, masturbação masculina, dirty talk, a leitora é uma loba, sexo sem proteção [todo herói tem que usar capa] ⁞ ♡ ̆̈ ꒰ 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑨 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑨 ꒱ eu disse que agr teríamos 6 fics dele nesse site, a win is a win fml ─ Ꮺ !

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“E COMO FOI O ENCONTRO?”, ele te pergunta, enquanto termina de guardar as compras pra você no armário de parede.

Você cruza os braços, o corpo pendendo pra parede, ao observá-lo desempacotar tudo e colocar direitinho nos lugares em que você costuma deixar. É incrível como Dev não se esquece de nenhum detalhe, mesmo depois de tanto tempo. Não se esquece de nada sobre você. “Ele me pediu em namoro.”

Nesse momento, o barulho do papel de embrulho e das portas do armário sendo fechadas se cessa. É como se, embora de costas pra ti, você ainda conseguisse ver a expressão que assombra a face masculina. Com certeza, os olhinhos escuros estão paralisados, abertos, sem vida. Os lábios separados. O ar preso dentro dos pulmões, porque escuta o suspiro que vem a seguir, precedendo um nossa, que legal, que era pra soar animador, porém só demonstra o contrário.

Um sorriso bobo se estica no seu rosto.

“E você aceitou, né?”, ele quer saber mais, incapaz de se virar para te encarar. “Você ʽtava bem a fim dele.” E que bom que o homem não está te vendo, pois o jeito tolo que você sorri, passa as mãos pela face tentando conter uma risadinha, denunciaria totalmente o suspense que planejou fazer nesta manhã. Não, o responde, após se esforçar ao máximo para soar neutra.

Agora, ele vira o rosto na sua direção.

A mão ainda segurando na maçaneta da porta do armário, o enlatado na mão prontinho para ser guardado, mas a carinha de personagem de comédia romântica que acabou de receber uma notícia que vai levá-lo para o final feliz do filme é mais importante. As íris brilham. Grandes. Pupilas dilatadas e tudo.

“Mas por quê?”, o questionamento ecoa genuíno. “Ele é um cara legal”, defende, “é basicamente o que você ʽtava procurando, não é? ”, se encosta na bancada, “Eu entendo que às vezes você tem muito medo de se apaixonar, mas você nunca vai conseguir ninguém se não permitir tentar pelo menos uma vez.”

Dev, você chama, com bom humor, um risinho brotando no automático, assim que se põe a caminhar na direção dele, de braços abertos para envolvê-lo, “é sério”, ele resmunga, sorrindo por osmose. Também tô falando sério, devolve, séria pra passar credibilidade, mas depois perde tudo quando solta outro riso. Abraça a cintura dele, o queixo se erguendo para olhar nos olhos alheios. Se sente pequenininha tentando escalar uma árvore para colher um fruto apetitoso ao perder-se no desenho da boca à sua frente. Desejosa. Ambiciosa. Acompanha a respiração do Patel; calma, inflando e esvaziando o peito, porém sente o contraste que vem dos batimentos acelerados. É que não tem sentido eu continuar procurando quando eu já achei você.

É tão bonita a forma com que os olhinhos dele parecem ainda mais cheios. Os ombros caem, o ar abandona os pulmões outra vez, como se o corpo maior fosse desabar, sensível, nos seus braços a qualquer momento.

Tirou um peso da consciência, definitivamente. Já deveria ter dito isso há uns meses, no entanto sempre tinha receios — seja um possível cenário em que o perdia, em que nada dava certo e era uma completa catástrofe. Mas o quão boba foi, não? Era óbvio que estava apaixonada por ele, e melhor, ele por você. Dev é irreversivelmente apaixonado por você.

Como hoje, ele não precisava estar aqui, guardando todas as suas compras pra ti. Não precisava ser essa pessoa que está sempre do seu lado, pra qualquer coisa. Não precisava fazer da mãe dele a sua segunda mãe aqui em Londres, nem se sacrificar tanto pra realizar os seus desejos. Cuidar de ti quando bebe demais com saudades de casa, cozinhar sua comida favorita pra beijar seu sofrimento. Ler seus livros preferidos, ouvir as músicas que ouve e estar onde você está. Muito menos ser aquele que está acariciando a sua bochecha enquanto você dorme, depois de uma noite inteirinha em claro com ansiedade sobre o futuro em terras estrangeiras.

Mas ele faz.

Você pega a lata da mão dele, deixa na bancada. Os olhos masculinos te assistem, cada ação, concentrado, imóvel. Os fios pretinhos ganham um carinho teu, o toque suave escorregando por entre as ondinhas até alcançar o maxilar e deslizar na linha pela aspereza da barba. “Você é um bobo”, sussurra, ao que ele, atônito, só consegue fazer que sim, “ia me deixar ficar com outro cara quando me quer.”

É porque eu te amo, a voz dele vem baixinha, soprada. É tão suave, docinha, que você não contém o sorriso. Tira os pezinhos do chão para juntar a sua boca na dele. Dev se entrega ao beijo, ao estalar molhado dos lábios, o peso do corpo masculino tombando na sua direção, guiando até te prensar contra a geladeira. Ele segura com ambas as mãos os cantos do seu rosto, enquanto as suas descem pelo torso dele, se agarram à barra da blusa e suspendem a peça. Você não quer deixar transparecer o tesão quando o vê seminu, e pra sua sorte, o britânico está absorto no desejo da sua boca que nem nota o seu olhar nada discreto para o abdômen dele.

Está devorando os seus lábios, chupando a sua língua, alheio ao barulhinho metálico do próprio cinto sendo desafivelado por ti, ou do fecho dos jeans sendo desfeito. Só é afetado quando sente a sua palma quente envolvendo a ereção, nos primeiros movimentos da punheta. Oh, fuck, murmura, teso, pegando no seu pulso. Você sorri, o vê de olhinhos fechados, apenas permitindo que o toque como quiser, e acha tanta beleza na rendição dele.

O peitoral se enchendo, ofegante. Por entre os lábios entreabertos, não reverbera somente o ruído da respiração descompassada, mas também o som meigo dos gemidos curtos, extremamente tímidos. O seu ego vai nas alturas, de nariz em pé. “Agora é uma boa hora de admitir todas as vezes que bateu uma pensando em mim”, murmura, viperina. Dev sorri, culpado, com dificuldade até para estender os lábios, quando o toque dos seus dedos foca em massagear a cabecinha inchada. “Pode admitir, vai”, e você continua, “tanta porra que podia ter jogado em mim...”

Ele encosta a testa na sua, suspira. É como se lutasse contra a vontade do próprio corpo para não se deixar levar pelo prazer e se desfazer agora, aqui nas suas mãos no meio da cozinha. E, felizmente, vence. Toma ambos os seus pulsos, torna a boca pra sua num ósculo confuso, mas necessitado, intenso, enquanto te guia para a sala de estar. Passos curtos, apressados, cambaleando por entre os móveis do apartamento pequeno. Eu preciso te foder tanto, o escuta sussurrar, ébrio.

Depois que te deita no sofá, nem se preocupa muito em te despir por completo. Quer estar dentro de você, te invadir, encher. Deliciosamente cego, patético na maneira desesperadinha que te livra da calça, da peça íntima. Mais tolinho ainda quando se encaixa em ti e empurra devagarzinho, quase numa catarse, as mãos no seu quadril, te erguendo do estofado para conseguir ir o mais fundo possível.

Você tranca as pernas na cintura dele, se diverte com o ânsia masculina. Dev se coloca inteiro, vem e vai de modo a atender a todo o apetite que vem guardando há meses por ti. Rápido, as estocadas soando alto, babadas, os olhos flagrando o anel de porra branquinha que se forma ao redor do pau. A projeção do corpo masculino te cobre todinha, uma sensação gostosa de se sentir pequenininha sob o homem. Os músculos dos braços fortes e da barriga contraindo a cada estocada funda que te acerta, contrastando com a fragilidade de quem está metendo em ti com todo o cérebro, usando feito uma bonequinha, sem fôlego, até suando nas têmporas, mas tão, tão determinado a te rechear que chega a ser fofo. Pô, deveria ter dado pra ele antes...

[thatg8rl]

I definitely know that dev patel fans on this app r starved asf

[jd-loves-fiction]

"There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close" + "I’m dying and I’m confessing my love for you"

✦ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: "The Kid" (Monkey Man) x GN!Reader

✦ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff + angst

✦ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: wrote this on the plane hope this good :)

[21:54] Chest heaving, legs burning and eyes darting for somewhere to hide, panic grips your heart like a vice. Spotting a suitable hiding place behind a dilapidated half wall, you grab your injured companion and urge him towards it. You let him lean on you while limping over to the wall and struggling over from the pain and blood loss.

“Hey, hey! Keep your eyes open, please.” You whisper, panting from running for several blocks to escape your pursuers, while brushing the man’s sweat-soaked curls from his sweat-slick forehead. His eyes droop and flutter, exhausted yet still squeezing a hand over bleeding bullet wounds. 

Multiple thunderous footsteps and shouts draw your attention away for a moment, looking just above the half wall to watch as the police force darts past where you’re hiding, making you breathe a shaky sigh of relief. A bloody hand grasps your elbow to direct your gaze back to its owner who lies bleeding and struggling to speak.

“Save your breath,” You plead, pushing down the rising queasiness to replace his hand with yours over the bulletwound at his shoulder and pressing down, ignoring the pained grunt he emits in response.

“There’s something… I need to tell you…” He wheezes, hand squeezing your elbow to hold your attention. But you shake your head – there'll be time for confessions later – you tell yourself. There has to be. If not… you won't think about that.

“Please,” he speaks, surprisingly firmly for a man losing time in your arms, leaving a bloody print on your cheek as he holds it to draw you so close you can feel every shaking breath, smell the sweat and blood on him.

His eyes, deep, dark and wet, take your focus, counting each of his long lashes, hoping not to forget the sight of him living and breathing. Though imagining him as anything else makes you sick right down to your heart.

Luscious lips move and oh, how you wish to see them quirk up in that rare, awkward smile – the smile of a man with so little good in his life and deserving of so much more of it.

“I–” he starts, or tries, before cutting himself off with a pained groan and a deep heaving breath that has you leaning forward to… comfort him? Kiss him?

What?

“I love you.” What?

The fact you see his lips moving around the words keeps you from thinking you've just experienced an auditory hallucination, but if the contrary were to be proven, you wouldn't be surprised.

You simply blink at him for a moment and that blessed smile is back again, born from your doubtlessly amusing expression. The sincerity of his gaze would've floored you were you not already sitting on the grimy street.

His bloody caramel hand slides over your skin, wet with sweat, grime and now his life's essence. You grab it, keeping it against you despite the sticky feeling it brings, “I’m afraid that might be the blood loss talking.”

Dark curls move in all directions as he vehemently shakes his head, eyes open and honest, genuinely terrified that his one chance to tell you how he feels is slipping between bloody fingers.

You take him in one last time – this is the man you love. Despite the mystery and the danger and the secrets. Because he cares, and shows it when it matters most.

And he will not die here today. Not on your watch. Not before you've properly savored this wonderful new feeling.

“I love you too.” You speak resolutely, arm reaching under his to support his body as best you can, “But if you intended for those to be your last words, though they are very lovely, I won't let that happen.”

Seeking his fluttering eyes, you hold his gaze, “You are not dying here tonight.”

Taking a deep breath, you begin walking forward out of the alley as he watches – falling for you all over again.

[ellethelynx]

❥ Dev Patel dating headcannon!

- He's definitely a golden retriever, I must say. We cannot hide from the truth which is: he's a very active person, always on something, doing things, etc.

- He talks a lot...a lot. Rambling anything that passes through his mind (he loves to share his thoughts with you).

- Dev is a warm person. Loves to smack you with kisses. Slow ones, eager ones, simple pecks, wet smooches, GEEZ!

- I have a feeling dev is a silly romantic. Like he would appear one day using a sweatshirt with your initials written on.

- He would combine your outfits secretly. You both are almost ready to go, you're using something black and white for example, he would RUN and change to match your pallet. YES I KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING!

(+ he would deny in the beginning of your relationship but further would confess proudly)

- He cannot cook... I mean it. But he knows how to chop so...you guys can try to have a dinner date thing... Don't recommend it though... He's messy...

- Dev is a tall man but he loves to have you in front of him, to watch you downwards with puppy eyes waiting for you to get closer. He's waiting for you to finish talking so he can grab your thighs, pull you to his lap and kiss under your hair.

- Observers while you talk about your day attentively. Takes some mental notes: bring some baked goods in the next day to cheer you up.

- Doesn't like to cook but loves to feed you and have you all comfie and warmed up, all cuddly.

- At last, he's pathetically in love with you.

[ohcaptains]

on my hands and knees begging for ur monkey man thoughts whether it's fanfic or just the movie pls PLS PLS PLS-

i think about that hand touch scene soooo much. like the gentle caress of his hand against hers, and they’re both covered in blood. just the knowledge that they’re so so similar and ohhhhhh.

random monkey man fic thoughts under the cut

you work at the club as one of the girls, and see him in the kitchen, see him around the bar, and he’s always just watching you…like, studying you, and he almost goes to say something, but never does. so intense. you communicate without language, until he sees you nursing a bloody lip in the back alley, and queenie scorning you for overstepping your mark. nobody wants a smart girl, she sneers, before stepping back into the club.

he comes out of the shadows, curly hair hanging on his forehead, with beads of sweat running down his neck. you flinch from your seat on the barrel, and he holds his hands up, walking towards you as if you’re a frightened cat.

when he eventually nears you, he pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket, and displays it so you can see. once you give him a short nod, he reaches out and wipes the blood from your split lip.

he catches you with his big, brown eyes.

she’s wrong, you know. about nobody wanting a smart girl.

[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)

[lustagel]

ramble on, sweetheart ⊹ kid, monkey man light! nsfw content. black reader in mind but anyone can read. talks of trauma (his mothers death). kissing. him coded things. some modern au while others are set in the movie.

having kid as a boyfriend . . . would be so fulfilling but deathly worrying. he’s so attentive (just as you are to him), kind, giving, gentle, and heartfelt.

worships the ground you walk on. full hands and knees type worships.

he definitely uses those big eyes to his advantage whether he knows it or not. feel like you’ve told him about it but he continues to deny it.

saves up his money from the tournaments to not only get a gun but get you something. like a bracelet or something memorable.

greets you bloody, dripping with sweat and dirt with a closed mouth, tired smile on his face every time he comes home to you.

even comes home with small groceries that you said you needed to pick up the day after, just cause it was “on his route,” quoted him, even though he most definitely had to cross some streets and walk a little longer to get it.

doesn’t sleep a lot so listens to you breath most nights (no matter how weird it sounds). enjoys it though, makes him feel comfortable.

definitely the type to kiss your hand and wrist. goes along with the worshipping part.

doesn’t really talk much. you know he has so much to say but he doesn’t say much of it. especially when it comes down to his feelings towards certain things.

he’s easy to read though. since you’ve been in a relationship you’ve realized how important it is to just let him be quiet and watch his eyes and behavior.

makes little jokes here and there, once he’s comfortable. especially if you’re already the playful type, yeah he’s make some sarcastic jokes.

feels embarrassed about his hands at first. he most definitely felt ashamed of them and lied about what happened for the first couple weeks of your relationship.

ends it telling you the truth late at night when he can’t sleep once he realizes that he’s comfortable enough w you and he’s iinnn looovvveee.

likes to lay on your chest and let you play with his hair. side note: i just know his hair is sooo soft but is almost all the time sticky and sweaty.

thinking about how he’d love hugging you after having a panic attack. like he’s breathing heavy, arms around you tight.

feel like if you ever gave him something for like luck or just a small gift he’d take it everywhere and/or wear it everyday.

also something that’s soo him coded is having a picture of you in his wallet. like the cutest picture ever on earth, taken by him of course.

thinks you're the best thing that has happen to him in a long time and he adores you.

will just stare at you without you knowing (while you’re focusing on something else) and go “you’re gorgeous.”

there’s no doubt in my mind that he wouldn’t look at another woman like he looks at you. he wouldn’t dare even share a glance to them.

during his missions, he wouldn’t get you involved unless you wanted to be.

he would consider it for a little, just because you want to but deep down he’s just wants to say no and that be the end of it.

losing you scares him and to put you in the position where he would lose you is the last thing he wants to do.

when he leaves and doesn’t know if he coming back he says, “i’ll be with you forever soon.” before kissing your lips.

adding on to the gift one, he’d even carry it during his extreme antics. can’t help but think about him waking up after being shot, at the temple, and looking around for it (if it’s not on his person).

“the picture… that was in my pocket.” he’d ask quietly to the keeper. they point to the small bed side table, kid hadn’t taken note of before. he lets out almost a sigh once he finds the picture, but can’t help but worry about how you’re feeling. a frown slightly shadowing his face. “she’s beautiful,” the keeper comments.

when they put him on the news as a wanted terrorist, and even after, he stayed away, trying to keep you safe.

in his community, he’s seen the small kids grow up and older adults have seen him do so, so he’s very particular with who he introduces them to.

and let’s say he doesn’t hesitate all that much to do so with you.

i feel like the kids would warm up to you somewhat quickly.

feel like they would give you little trinkets or flowers they found, just cause.

if you play with them and kid witnesses?? he’s not gonna say it, he swears up and down it’s the cutest thing he’s seen in his life (gets baby fever).

in the sheets, he prefers sex to be passionate and loving. feel like he fucks you like it’s the last he’ll ever see you, every time.

feel like he’d like to rough with you sometimes. maybe if he’s stressed and he always asks if you want it rougher.

he talks you through it. like my god. but like really sweetly.

he’s a tit man! just feel like he’s too shy to look at your ass but definitely not shy enough to look down your top.

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

If You'll Have Me

Dev Patel x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: SMUT, so fucking adorable, literally like omg, gender neutral, no real descriptions of genitals kinda?, fluffy af, L bombs, penetration, idk everything else???

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You moved smoothly around the kitchen, the soundtrack to your boyfriend's new movie energizing you while you made dinner. Specifically the extended version of LED Spirals, you didn’t know what they put in the song but fuck it was addicting. So addicting everything else felt drowned out. You kept dancing, swaying and twirling with the music in a seductive yet passionate way. The lights were dim, only a few softly glowing lamps throughout the kitchen and living room provided a soft glow. Lost in your own world you continued what you were doing, never hearing the front door open and close.

Dev could hear the music from outside the apartment. He gave you his spare key a month ago which shocked you as you had only been dating for two months. Now on the cusp of four months Dev knew deep down how he felt for you. It was a deep sense of longing and lust; creating the sweetest form of love with so much fire in it. He wanted to devour you, and be devoured by you. He unlocked the door quietly and pushed his way inside. Slipping his shoes and button up shirt off after setting down his keys. He kept his loose pants and muscle shirt on, looking down at how dirty he was from filming Monkey Man. Today had been mostly stunt work and fight scenes - he was exhausted. Whatever you were cooking smelt amazing, a fragrant blend of spices ruminating in the air. He gently walked towards the kitchen, trying not to make noise. As he leaned in the doorway he watched you with a smile. Your movements were hypnotic, the way your hips flowed with the beat. The quickened breathing making your chest rise and fall. The rosy tint on your cheeks. The little gasps you made. He licked his lips before running a hand over his face; how were you so stunning? And how were you his? 

You swayed in a circle before giving a small shriek and jump, not knowing Dev was watching you. “How long have you been watching?” you mumbled, hands balling up the ends of his oversized hoodie you were wearing. 

“Long enough.” he smiled before he walked towards you, hands finding their way to your waist. 

You let out an involuntary hum at the contact, you let your hands rest on his chest, fingers caressing his jaw. You breathed him in, his cologne from this morning mixed with sweat. He already had a bruised eye from earlier in the week and now his knuckles were actually bloody. You sighed, knowing he was careful but still ended up injured. Yet you supported him as you knew how much he loved putting his all into his movies. 

“Did you have a good day?” you asked, leaning your head against his chest.

He swayed you both slightly, “Exhausting but yes… My body hurts.” he joked but you knew there was truth behind it. 

“Here…” you said, pulling away from him much to his disdain. You grabbed the bottle of water and Midol you had set on the island before he got home.

“Midol?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow. 

“It’s good for periods AND busted up actors - trust me I’m a doctor.” you joked with him. You may not be a doctor but you did learn how to patch Dev up with his minor stunt mishaps. 

Dev shrugged before taking the two pills and water from you, swallowing them quickly. You watched the way his throat bobbed. How the water trickled down his chin to his chest. How his muscles moved with every breath. Your lip was clutched between your teeth as you gawked at him. You were having the unholiest of thoughts while he was doing the most mundane task.

“Darling?” Dev said while screwing the top of the bottle back on.

You shook your head slightly, coming back down from your fantasies. Cheeks flushed, Dev quickly caught on to what was going on. 

“Do you want something lovely?” he said, his voice thick with desire, dropping into a low gruff yet buttery tone. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat as your hazy eyes looked at him. You and Dev had done some stuff but hadn’t had sex yet. Every fiber in your body was now wondering why. You walked to him, hand coming to cup his cheek, your breaths mingled. You met him as you both moved to finally lock lips. It was hungry, desperate. As if this was the last time you’d be together. Dev quickly grabbed the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up to lock your legs around his waist. He made his way to the bedroom stumbling into the walls every now and then as he got lost in you. You felt him sit down, your legs now resting on either side of his lap as he got comfortable on the bed. You ground your hips down into him. His breath hitched before he let out a shaky moan. 

“Do you want to?” you asked, intertwining your hands with his. 

“If you’ll have me.” he smiled, placing soft kisses across your chest, making your eyes flutter closed.

“Please…” you breathed out, holding him close to you. 

Dev tore his thin shirt off, making you moan against him as you kissed. Your hands felt over every inch of skin they could. Dev snuck his large hands under your shirt, letting his hands travel across your chest before he slipped the hoodie and shirt off in one go. You gazed at him as you sat in only your underwear on his lap. Taking in a few deep breaths you looked into his eyes.

“Are you alright?” he asked, “We can stop.” he assured you, hands caressing your cheeks. 

Your heart melted at how soft he was with you. “I love you.” you whispered, your eyes widening when you realize what you said. 

“I love you.” he said without missing a beat, he leaned his forehead against yours momentarily just soaking you in. His head dipped to your neck; biting and sucking marks into the supple flesh just to savor the little pants and moans that left your lips. His hand slid into your underwear, finally having him where you wanted him most. Your breath quickened with each move his skillful hand made. 

“You’re so good for me…” he mumbled as he moved his lips against you. 

Your eyes fluttered closed as they rolled back, you felt him igniting a fire in your lower belly that flowed like warm honey through your veins. Warm and sticky yet pulsing and electric. Your mind was clouded with pleasure but you didn’t let that stop you from slipping your hand down his chest to his waistband, slipping two fingers inside to trace the seam. You felt his hips jolt slightly before his hands started shoving his pants and boxers off. You slipped your underwear off before settling on his lap again. You clutched him gently, moving him to your entrance. His cock twitched in anticipation before you sank down on him. Both of you let out groans, enjoying the feeling. 

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Dev muttered. 

You laughed, pulling him into a sweet kiss. You started moving your hips; both yours and Dev’s breathing picked up as the pleasure built in you both with each grind. You sped up after a moment chasing the high that was so nearly in grasp. You felt his hands clutching your hips tightly, guiding your movements. His lips ghosted over your chest, whispering praises to you. He gently bit into your shoulder as he came, bringing on your own orgasm as you liked the slight pain he provided with the overwhelming pleasure. Your body shook as you came down, Dev holding you close. You leaned against him, exhausted and sleepy. Dev kissed you lazily as he pulled out, he laid your body down next to his, holding you against him. You kissed his chest a few times before snuggling into his side. 

“So you love me, huh?” he said with a goofy smile.

You laughed as you rolled your eyes, “It's entirely possible.” you replied.

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Naboo's Note:

Heyyyyyy first celebrity fic - and what a guy right? Recently watched Monkey Man and I am OBSESSED. He's so damn fine. Anyways - feel free to send in requests regarding Mr. Dev Patel or any of his characters. Thank you for the support!!! XOXOXXOOXOXOOX!!!!!!!

[w0rmdahl]

the ring girl — MM

gif ©: magnusedom, mkayoung, ayoedebiris

film: monkey man (2024)

synopsis: tiger's temple never had a ring girl, nor one as straightforward as their first would turn out to be. however, unbeknownst to anyone who'd interacted with her in the workplace, she was no mere ring girl — at least she wouldn't be by the end.

word count: 3.7k

featuring: kid, (oc) ishani, tiger

warnings: (it's monkey man be fr) strong language, misogynistic themes

a/n: pssst! this was originally just an outline for me (similar to 'the beginning' for ilyily) but i wanted to provide backstory b4 i posted anything else for MM! hope you enjoy :)

he remembered the first time he saw her; the black sheep with her head down as she entered the locker room of the arena, a meager woman compared to the grimy crowd of men housed inside. like a lamb in the lions' den — or tiger's temple, perhaps — eyes would begin to collect on the anomaly in the room and people started to further notice the oddities of the situation, including himself as he peeled off the signature monkey mask. without the latex obstructing his view kid could now see the substantial gashes and bruises along her skin, the determination in her eyes as she walked herself right up to his boss, jaw clenching once he'd noticed her.

"what the fuck are you doing here?"

"you're tiger, is that right?"

the greasy-haired man sneered. "and who the fuck are you?"

kid would slam his locker shut from his place across the room and, though he was all ready to go and rest for the night, he'd linger around to keep an eye on tiger whilst he spoke with the willful woman peering up at him through narrowed eyes.

"you need a ring girl." she said simply — matter-of-fact. "i need a job. maybe we could work something out."

tiger's face would screw up into a look of disbelief as he glanced around the audience surrounding to see the commotion, a mixed reaction from the crowd bringing his attention back to her. he'd mirror her folded arms and cocked brow before responding half as professional and twice as patronizing, utterly unsuspecting of the girls' smile that would follow.

"we don't need a ring girl."

the dark-haired woman almost chuckled. "course you do; why do you think ring girls exist?"

tiger now actually took a moment to ponder her query — the first, not the second. the second was obvious. but that was exactly why he paused; this random girl off the street was opting to be ogled at in a bad part of town just for a job. who knows, maybe it could even bring in new audience members — but his wildest ideas more focused on the limitations of her willingness. how far would she be willing to go for money?

a cagy smile would curl the boss's bitten lips before he laughed and swiped a misplaced hair behind his ear. "you..." he trailed off and shook the deceit from his thoughts, "you've got yourself a deal, there. come back tomorrow at 4 and we'll talk details."

she'd offer a mere nod before beginning to turn, halted by tiger's voice booming off the tile flooring once more. "wait! what the fuck is your name?" the woman casted her sharp gaze over her shoulder when the pseudonym left her mouth.

"ishani."

tiger would then be abandoned to stew in his suspicion about her as she exited the same way she came, leaving the room to erupt in conversations left utterly unheard by kid who'd exited out the back door as soon as ishani was out of sight. by the time he laid down with his eyes on the ceiling fan, the occurrences of the day wholly left his mind, replaced with the abrasive memories that kept his eyes open until the sun rose. and then, just like every day, he would return to the ring once more to be beaten until the crowd was happy — the only difference being the new ring girl wearing half as many clothes as when he'd last seen her and a smile that didn't convince the monkey man one bit.

the months that followed ishani's arrival took some adjusting to get used to. matches changed, payment changed, tiger changed. at first it was just getting used to a woman being in the building — especially one dressed the way ring girls did. the other men were like starved dogs in overheard conversations that had him keeping a closer eye on them — to the point that he began noticing each and every snide comment that accused of 'not belonging' and weird notes left from a 'secret admirer' on her mirror. it was all tough to stomach even for him so he couldn't begin to imagine how she felt walking home at night.

but then it was the audience that changed. sure, she was booed here and there at the beginning in favor of the actual fighting they'd come to bet on, but after a while she started gaining traction. there were men who'd come only to cheer when she stepped into the ring with that stupid sign, eagerly waiting by the back door until her shift was over to ask for her number or who to bet on next. there was even an incident where a sold-out show for two unpopular fighters was terminated early due to the absence of life in the crowd when ishani wasn't visible, but the important detail to tiger hadn't been the lack of enthusiasm for the actual fight, it was the attention and money he made without the fight.

the locker room became a slaughterhouse by the time tiger started favoring ishani. talks of how 'desirable' she was turned into how pesky she was, perverted smooches turned into arrogant scoffs, and all the while ishani remained totally uninterested in it all. she kept her head down and did what she had to do, which often entailed skimpier outfits than typical or (objectively worse) humoring the sweaty patrons for 900 rupees an hour. either way, she continuously endured the bitter tasks put forth day by day without ever making a fuss until finally, on an evening as regular as any other, she seemed to snap.

it came after an apparently tough day when she walked into the building with her hair tied in a rat's nest at the top of her head and dark circles under her eyes to emphasize the frown creased besides her nostrils. tiger had begun calling out to her as she swung open the door to her personal storage closet and, without uttering a word, slammed the door shut behind her. the peeved man would then look around to see if anyone else had witnessed this variation in her demeanor, naive to the eyes behind the monkey mask watching his every move under a microscope.

she was sour from that point on, the perpetual scornful knitting of her brows evident to anyone who cared to look from the beginning of her shift until the very end. she'd kept her mouth sewn shut the entire day even when tiger called her over before she could change and grab her stuff to leave the vile workplace — even when he'd asked her to 'have a drink' with a customer for another hour — even when said customer spilt his drink down her front. only when kid noticed the grubby hand on her thigh creeping inward did ishani finally release whatever had been caught on her tongue all day, her own drink now being thrown in his face.

"fuck off you worthless pig! keep your dirty dick in your pants and leave me the fuck alone!"

any and all conversations from lingering individuals in the vicinity would cease entirely upon hearing the howl released from the formerly well-mannered ring girl. caught in the sights of her boss and coworker for two entirely different reasons, ishani shot up from her seat to storm off from the man at the table, called after only by tiger as she made her way toward the locker rooms.

"ishani!"

she didn't even glance back at him, continuing her way out of the central arena to leave the bewildered audience behind as she disappeared into the employee-only section of the building. kid would catch himself rushing through any leftover tasks before he could go home with ishani in the forefront of his mind, holding on to the hope that he could run into her before she'd left and offer some sympathy for her day — only to find the locker room entirely empty when he grabbed his bag. with the release of a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, he'd opt instead to simply keep an eye on her tomorrow and make sure she was alright, stepping out the back door with slumped, aching shoulders.

— and then, as he took in a deep breath of the fresh air on the second step, his eyes would be quicker than his mind to notice the figure in his peripheral. by the time he recognized her, ishani's attention was already on him, sitting slumped against the brick wall with a quirked brow at the lanky man on the eroding staircase.

finally, after months of mutual intrigue and accidental eye contact with the other who seemed to be watching when they weren't looking, kid and ishani would interact for the first time with a comfortable breeze between them and hushed voices under the twinkling stars.

"are you okay?" he'd asked sincerely. the wind brushed her hair from her cheeks as she replied, "yeah. all good." and yet, he could've sworn he'd noticed a glum cadence in her words.

"do you want me to call a taxi?"

"it's alright, but thank you." she produced a small smile identical to the other sad grins presented throughout the day. "just waiting for him to go home before i leave."

him — the man at the bar. kid was already leaning on his heel to turn back inside. "i can tell him to leave." he could almost see the rain clouds looming over her head begin to part as her downturned smile grew brighter, unalloyed while her shoulders straightened out.

"i'd appreciate that."

she spoke with the gratitude obvious in her sparkling eyes, and so, with the simple nod of his head, kid would then head back inside to oblige. he'd even go as far as to exit out the front door for his walk home just to make sure the perverse man didn't turn back around, all the while contemplating his limited interactions with the ring girl. unbeknownst to him, this decision would finally grace ishani with the first real smile she'd experienced in a long while, one that remained imprinted all the way home as if to remind herself how to do it.

the days following this incident would proceed as normal if not for the instances when their eyes caught from across the room once more, a different kind of smile on her lips than the one he’d grown used to. it caught him totally off guard the first time and left him utterly unsure of how to react or respond before she was whisked away by tiger to fulfill another duty in the day. however, by the second honest smile kid had become certain this wasn't just a fluke, mustering the courage and the will to push through the throbbing in his jaw as he replicated her grin. it wasn't nearly as genuine or convincing as ishani's, but it was there, and that's all that really mattered in her eyes.

day by day, little by little, kid and ishani's smile-laced glances would grow friendlier and friendlier despite their lack of communication — even getting to the point where others had begun to notice.

"making after work plans, there, kong?" cobra would snicker as he took a step closer to the beast on the other side of the ring.

"stop talking and hit me."

it wasn't until a little over two weeks after they'd spoken that ishani and the monkey man would be in contact with one another again, finding themselves interacting once more due to a complex work situation;

he was waiting against the wall of tiger’s perpetually locked office door when he’d noticed her enter the locker room — practically barging through the greasy guys with hands balled into fists as she walked right past him and up to tiger's office. she'd knock with heavy knuckles against the chipped oil paint and, after a brief pause, the door would swing open to reveal their hasty-looking employer with an astounded and somewhat irritated expression on his face.

"ishani," tiger hummed with condescension weaved in his tone "i don't suppose this could wait."

she stood her ground with a simple "no," replicating his low octave but without the distain present in her vocal cords. kid swore he could still sense it.

“alright,” their boss sighed and pulled the door open further to let her in. “grab a seat.”

before entering ishani would promptly glance over at the bloody man leaned into the wall beside her, a look of what he could only describe as sympathy creasing her features. this puzzling gesture urged him now to respond the only way he could — the only way they did — and earned her a comforting smile as she started to head inside. the minuscule flash of her grin appeared on her lips for only a second before she then disappeared from his view, completely failing to close the door behind her.

the monkey man wasted only a moment on internal debate before deciding to inch closer to the doorway and listen in, back pressed flat to the wall and eyes forward while he overheard their conversation. she must've left the door open for a reason, right?

"it's like i've told you before,” tiger spoke in an annoyed grumble “that isn't how business works, and that isn't how this is going to work — if it did work like that i'd be the richest person in the world tomorrow, but unfortunately company comes before personnel."

"all i'm asking is for you to stick to your word. i don't expect any favors. just respect."

"respect?" he asks with an exasperated thinness, a scoff caught in his throat. "respect you?"

ishani, on the other hand, is surprisingly calm despite her previous demeanor. “would you break a promise with someone you respect?” tiger finally scoffs.

“what promise, ishani? i never promise anything to anyone — especially not the ring girl with a fake name who prances around for money.”

kid can almost hear the smirk in her voice. “the ring girl whose made you an extra few thousand rupees every night? s’that the one you’re talking about? — because if so, that’s even more of a reason to keep your word.”

there is a beat before tigers response that left the eavesdropping man outside to ponder his own theories of what he was doing during this time. maybe he was pushing his tongue in his cheek to keep his big mouth from saying something he shouldn’t. maybe he was brushing his hair behind his ears as the thought of a cool and collected response. maybe —

“i don’t give hand-outs, ishani.”

on the contrary to his mulling, her answer was immediate. “that is such bullshit, man! you rig every match! how am i asking too much when you make me to stay late every night just to laugh at some sweaty guys' jokes? not to mention the other things you beg me to do. and yet i never complain and i never whine — which is why i asked you last week for my pay today. i need that money today, tiger.”

kids brows would furrow upon hearing this new information. he knew tiger did things under the table, of course, everyone did! most matches were rigged and he did ask ishani to sit with some overzealous customer just about every night, however her emphasis on other things caught his full attention, the implications nearly baring his teeth.

"i can't give you your pay tonight. best i can do is friday."

"friday?" ishani repeats, her volume raised higher than before "it's tuesday, tiger — how am i going to eat tonight? how will i wash my clothes tomorrow? what am i supposed to do until friday?"

"honestly, i don't know, but i believe you'll figure it out. now, i have somewhere to be, so i will see you tomorrow." tiger's annoyance is now outwardly apparent in his voice.

"that's it? i should just go fuck myself then?"

"if that's what you wish to call it, sure; go fuck yourself — now get out of my office."

from around the corner kid can hear a chair screeching as its legs skid against the ground before landing with a thud. then, ishani's swift but heavy footsteps, her face beet red as she exited the office in the same manner as she had arrived. and before kid even has the chance to do or say anything, tiger is peeking his head out to see who else had been looming around to speak with him.

"you come to make demands, too?"

make demands. he noted tiger's verbiage before shaking his head.

"all right, let's get this over with."

kid would almost hobble out the back door for a cigarette after his match when he’d noticed ishani already two steps ahead, mid-drag as she looked over to see who'd stumbled into her alone time. of course it was the monkey man — who else? she exhaled the smoke before speaking.

"i always feel sorry for kong. looks painful."

her voice seemed so much softer when directed at him, though maybe that was just the foreignness of them actually speaking to one another. kid took a moment to respond while restraining a wince from the shift in weight as he worked down the second step. “don't feel sorry, kong's 'the beast.'" ishani shifted to face him when he arrived at the third.

"is he, though? or is that just how he's made out to be?"

kid would have to pause once more in order to work through what she was saying — what the true meaning was hidden in the ambiguity — and more importantly what he was going to say back. he’d watch her take another drag with her eyes fixed on him, finally making it down to the final step before deciding to mirror her intentional vagueness. “does it matter by this point?”

the warm twinkle in her eyes ran cold upon hearing this response, now more of a troubled glint as she pulled her gaze from his silhouette trudging to lean against the brick. from her peripheral she could see him fishing for something in his pockets and her own free hand would subconsciously slip into hers, the other bringing the menthol back to her lips. “i think so…” she’d trail off, and for a moment, that was that.

and then he was the one to suddenly speak, his tone barely over a whisper after a long exhale of billowing smoke. “can i ask you something?”

“sure.”

“why’d you leave the door open?”

a deceitful smirk graced her lips as she took another drag in what he assumed was an act to postpone her answer. “because.” ishani hummed lowly, “i didn’t want you to think i was soft.”

this took him aback entirely. of all hypotheses he had conjured up over the last two hours to explain her varying demeanor, this was not one of them, didn't even make the list. kid's adams apple bobbed while he swallowed the hesitance in his vocal cords, her gaze returning to his just in time to catch this quirk.

"i don't."

the warmth in her eyes would return again after these words left his mouth, and though she would only smile in that sincere manner she had revealed all those days ago, it felt as though she wanted to say something; the corners of her lips twitching as her eyes flicked between his. how awfully he wished to hear it — her thoughts on his rare transparency — but ishani would remain utterly silent with the grin on her face fighting to show teeth. kid would grow timid quickly under the pressure of her gaze and silence, unintentionally prodding him to abruptly blurt out what he'd been poring over since the moment he'd left tiger's office.

“do you know ‘kings?’ the elite club in uptown mumbai?”

ishani’s brows furrowed as she shook her head. “no, i don’t think so.”

“well…” he took a breath in an attempt to navigate how to go about this, each explanation coming off worse and worse. he looked off to the skyline. “all the wealthy businessmen go there to pay for girls to laugh at their shitty jokes. if anyone could do it..."

there was a beat before her response that left kid out in the cold for the few milliseconds it took her to find what to say, the anxiety in his chest rising until an entirely unfamiliar sound eased his swirling worries, light and harmonious in the night chirping with crickets. he'd glance back over at ishani to find her restraining the giggles emitting from her throat with her pointer on her lips, eyes now looking back up at him as she smiled.

"you trying to pimp me out?"

her apparent delight would grow along with her grin as she watched his face flush with the unsure and somewhat nervous chuckles falling from his split lips. "that is what it sounds like, huh?" he'd look away to ash the dwindling cigarette between his trembling fingers "just wanna help, is all. promise."

ishani turned towards him even more now, inadvertently catching his full and undivided attention, though she simply pressed the butt of her dead cigarette into the brick. "see?" she spoke sweetly — knowingly as she took half a step toward the back door with a vivid twinkle in her eye, "kong's not as bad as people make him out to be."

and with that, she turned, filter in hand as she monitored him all the way to the back door. with her fingertips grazing the rusted handle ishani would offer one last salute towards the monkey man before finally heading back inside, leaving him alone against the brick to ponder their interactions once more. the absence of her response had his suspicion snowballing on how she'd taken the offer and, with another puff of tobacco, kid found himself accepting her subtle rejection.

— so imagine his shock the next day when he'd exited the kings' kitchen for a breath of fresh air only to find ishani doing the same.

"hey," she'd smile, a familiar glow in her gaze on the dumbfounded man "funny seeing you here."

[sodacatz]

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

[lazysoulwriter]

REQUESTS ARE SO OPEN

heyyy, my lazy souls! (lol) .・゜-: ✧ :-

just dropping this post to let y’all know that, for now, I’m taking requests! Here’s a little list of people I currently write for (but hey, feel free to suggest characters/people, and if I know and admire them, I might do it):

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Pedro Pascal

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Mike Faist

Dev Patel

Lewis Hamilton

Nicholas Alexander Chavez

Harry Styles

Charles Leclerc

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When you’re requesting, I can write about the actor or any character they play—just let me know who, and I’ll make it happen!

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