#Dev Patel x reader

[jd-loves-fiction]

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐢𝐞

Person B has to get dressed up for a nice event. B is struggling with their tie/dress/suit and can’t get it right. Person A is surprisingly good at fixing it and Person B asks them how they did it.

✦ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Joshua Madika x GN!Reader

✦ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff + suggestive

✦ 𝐰𝐜: 819

✦ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: none

✦ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Just a short something cuz he just looks too good :)

“God! Come on…” Joshua mutters to himself, fiddling with his troublesome tie as you walk in to put away some laundry. You set it aside and lean against the doorway for a moment, just to watch his handsome face scrunch up in mild frustration as the silky fabric slips from his grasp once more, “Are you going to help me? Or is this sight too amusing?”

“Hmm… nearly.” You tease, approaching him slowly to stand between him and the mirror and taking the tie from his slippery hands. Your own hands work quickly, almost automatically – all while Joshua ogles your ass in the mirror.

Lost in the wonderful sight, he’s caught off guard by you stepping back, “You’re done?” you nod, fiddling with his lapel and shirt collar. God, he looks damn good.

“How– That was so fast.” His long lashes blink in shock, he should’ve asked you to help him before now. “When did you learn to do it so fast? You don't even wear ties?”

“Oh, well…” You trail off, suddenly put on the spot and going back to fix minute details in his appearance to distract yourself – the curl fallen to his forehead, a speck of dust on his jacket, a small wrinkle on his shirt.

“This story’s a bit… unusual, so bear with me.” Josh nods in understanding, now entirely focused on watching your features that begin feeling warmer at the attention.

“So, remember I said I took psychology in high school?” A nod, “On one, seemingly random, class the teacher told us – without context – to learn how to tie a tie. And that he’d be grading us based on how well we did in the next class. Me, boasting the absolutely stellar combo of ‘perfectionist’ and ‘people pleaser', went to ask my father to teach me. Turns out, he's never worn a tie in his life and my mother was even less helpful.”

Skepticism would be a gentle way of describing the expression on your boyfriend’s face, so you raise your hand as if to wordlessly tell him to wait until you’re done before judging, “Why… would he ask you to do that?”

“I haven't the faintest, Josh. It was the guy’s last year as a teacher – I feel like he didn't care about making sense anymore. Anyway–” He pulls you with him while sitting down on the edge of the bed, giving your tired neck a rest from having to look up at him as you speak.

“Long story short, Youtube tutorials were surprisingly effective – I got full marks on the next class, even though I feel like that didn't end up mattering at all. I guess the knowledge just stuck from then.” You add sheepishly, adjusting (playing with) Joshua’s gorgeous curls as he takes you in silently. So focused on getting the details right, you barely noticed the unwavering attention he leveled you with during your little speech, cowering now that you do, “What’s that look for?”

His hand reaches for your cheek, brushing it with a tenderness that warms the skin beneath, “You’re just… everything.”

“Are you just saying that because you don't know what to say to that story or what?” You giggle, playfully gripping a handful of curls to direct his gorgeous nose to brush yours, both going cross eyed in the process.

“No, I mean it.” He whispers softly, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his lips graze yours, “You’re everything…” to me, he wants to say but the urge to lay his lips against yours is far too strong. The kiss is slow and sensual, almost enough to distract you from the fact that his hands begin wandering down your body, “Don't you have somewhere to be?”

“It can wait.”

“Hmm, not what you said this morning…” You whisper, matching his suggestive tone and doing nothing to discourage his actions – you don't want him to go, of course you don't, but you clearly recall him stressing over how important this dinner is just a few hours prior.

“Well, that was this morning. Before I discovered there were productive things for me to be doing.” His lips descend on your neck, sucking on it gently as your breaths hasten together.

“Me, you mean?” You tease and he hums approvingly, nimble fingers pulling back the band of your leggings to let it slap against your skin. Focusing becomes harder every second he keeps touching you, but a glimpse at the clock on the wall tells you it’s time to end the fun.

“I think I can wait… The dinner, however, can't.” With great effort, you tear yourself from his warm embrace, delighting in his childish whine while stepping back out of the reach of his long limbs. “Get to it.”

He groans deeply as you step out to give him space to prepare, secretly hoping he doesn't come back too tired to pick up where you left off…

[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.

[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

[littlemsdelulu]

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

[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.

[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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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ───── 𓍢ִ໋🀦

“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...

[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!!!!!!!

[ashsimpsalot]

Big strong man, big strong feelings

Kid x reader

Tw: self self harming behaviours (no cutting), I wrote him with the headcannon that our man has bipolar.

Cheeni universe, kinda a sequal to home to home

Ik I promised filthy fluff but... Yo girl is a deceiver

You smiled as you leaned against the door frame. Fuck you've missed this. This domiscated, more rare version of Kid. When he has a spatula in his hand, an apron tied around his waist, basically nude aside from the apron you gifted him when you two moved to Mumbai.

"I can feel you staring," Kid mumbled as he continued making breakfast. You could just picture the smirk he has on. Gentle music from the 80s could be heard from the smart TV, as the living room isn't that far from the kitchen.

Kid turned the fire off and turned around to look at you, walking towards you with a mock frown. "it was supposed to be breakfast in bed," he scolded jokingly. You shrugged and wrapped your arms on the back of his neck, gently pulled him down and kissed him. Granting the promise you made when you bought him the 'kiss the cook' apron.

He pressed his forehead against yours when you pulled away with a relief sigh. "what's all this about?" you asked quietly, trying to not break the calm ambience. Quiet after the storm. Just yesterday he was sobbing into your chest until he falls asleep. Apologising for the bullshit he pulled.

Kid slowly pulled away and held both of your hands. Staring at your intertwined fingers. "just... Glad to be home," he answered finally lifted his head to look at you. You cupped his cheek and your heart almost break when you see him leaned into your palm. He's had an episode, you two fought it out, not the first time he ran off but it's the first that he stays gone for long. "I'm sorry," he said again, as if the countless amount of times he said yesterday wasn't enough.

You've forgiven him, he doesn't even need to apologise and you'd still forgive him. Your heart is truly his, carved with his name tied to his soul. It jumped out of your chest and tried to chase him the night he stormed off after the fight. The gaping empty hole only grew when he stopped answering your texts and basically fell off the surface of the earth for months.

'I swear, Kid, I won't search for you if you step out of that door.' you fucking lied, of course you did. He's the central pillar of your very soul. You'd forgive him, always.

"I.. I didn't mean what I said. I need you, I need you," he mumbled, his thumb playing with the promise ring placed on your finger. The presence of the ring reminds him that you still love him.

You nod. "I know," you kissed his hand, you'd do anything to comfort this man. Anything.

"it doesn't matter, you're home," you replied, not really sure who you were trying to soothe. Both of you need to be reminded that he's home. Now.

Kid nodded. "I'm home," he repeated. Offering you a small smile and a kiss on your forehead before walking towards the counter and picked up the tray of food he's prepared. "let's get that breakfast in bed, hm?"

With Kid you've learned to enjoy these moments. He's the furthest thing from stable. You knew that. You knew how it'd be to love a broken man.

So you bury it in your mind. When he walks with you to the cafe, his fingers intertwined with yours. He'd make a point to look up at the pretty colours of the sky when the sun rises. It's like rediscovering the world. You made a point to stand and watch him prepare the coffee machine as you wait for customers. Kid would look up at you when he's done and give you a small kiss.

Fuck you've missed him. You know you did but you didn't know you've missed him this much.

You know the stable wave won't stay long. Kid is a big strong man and he has big strong feelings that he can't understand. Kid is quite the handyman, he could fix anything, everything, everything except himself.

You realise it. It happens gradually. He starts waking up a little later than usual. On the way to your shared cafe he doesn't lift his head to look at the sky anymore. He just stares upfront. Holding your hand a little looser.

"you don't have to go today, baby," you said, playing with his curls as he's laid on his chest, bare but a boxer on. You're all dressed up and ready to get to work and he's having the darnest time to even open up his eyes. He looks at you, not a word uttered, face still planted to the pillow. You smiled sadly, you know that empty look.

"take a day off, okay? I could handle the cafe just fine," you promised, leaning towards him to plant a kiss on his forehead before standing up to leave.

The whole day all you could think about was him. At lunch time you gave him a call. It took a few times, when he picks up he lets out a small grunt of 'hello'.

"have you eaten?" you asked, this is good, at least he has the energy to answer his phone. Kid let out a 'mm' and you smiled. "I'll bring back dinner later, okay?" and you're met with the answer identical to before.

Hours later when you stepped into your shared apartment it felt a little too quiet. "Kid?" you asked as you slowly opened the bedroom door, expecting him to lay on the bed bit he isn't there. You searched the house and it's confirmed that he isn't home. "shit, fuck" you mumbled and started dialling up his number. Only to be met with no answer. You tried about 4 more times.

"hey," finally he picked up. "Thank God, where are you, bandhar?"

The other side of the line went quiet and eventually a sigh was felt out. "open the door," he answered. You walked towards the front door and unlocked it, only to be met with bruised and bleeding Kid. He limped towards the couch and threw himself on it.

"Kid-"

"I could do what I want," he immediately cuts you off. He's staring at you, expecting a reaction.

You shook your head. "no, I'm not gonna do this." you meant it another way but he understood it the other

"you're leaving?" he asked, and that made your ears rang. No, you can't give him what he wants. You're trying to keep calm. "no Kid, I always stay,"

"and I leave. Why not find someone better?" Kid asked looking at a bruise on his arm and start pressing on it. You want to stop him but you know he'd try to use it to jab you. You need to remain calm.

"Kid-"

"I'm a burden hm?" he's just echoing his own insecurities. "everyone have their ups and lows" you tried to reason. Kid let out a chuckle. "hm but mine is too high and too low. You'll crash with me one day," he said.

You're tired. Fuck you're tired. "you keep pushing me away, you want me gone?"

For a split second you could see his mask broke. You know him too well. He went out to the ring, wanting the opponent to beat the shit out of him so he can feel something. He's numb. You can see it in his eyes and for a second what you said spark alarms in his mind. You're onto him and he knows. He slips the mask back on.

"you should." Kid replied as if it's final.

"I'm not giving you what you want Kid." you replied as final as his statement. You know this tactic. He used to do this when you both were 17. At first it drove you mad but you knew it's his way to hurt himself. He wants you to yell at him, berate him. Punish him. Hate him like he hates himself.

You walked closed towards him, eyes shifted towards the poor bruised arm that he's applying too much pressure on. You took his wrist. Trying to gently pry his thumb away from the bruise. "you promised to let me love you," you whispered. Hinting at the night you two had on the roof, you just started dating, he's forced you to accept the scholarship and leave him for a better life.

You chose him, the small apartment you two now have and the cafe you two own.

"remember? You promised," your sweet voice echoes in his head. He let you pulled his wrist away, he hung his head low, staring at the carpet. He felt the kiss you planted in his palm and a wave of shame hits him as a form of shiver colonising his whole body.

"I know you, don't pull this on me," you replied, standing between his spread legs. He pressed his forehead onto your lower obdement and wrapped his arms around your waist. You rubbed his back. "Just you, you remember that night, hm?"

Kid's breathing was uneven. He's about to start sobbing and you know. His depressive episodes could look ugly, you're prepared.

"it's unfair to you," he mumbled, looking up at you, he leaned his back against the couch, pulling you onto him, pressing his cheek against your chest, looking up at you. "it's not fair," he repeated.

You shook your head and kissed his forehead. "I love you," you whispered, Kid closed his eyes to soak it in. You moved to place a sma kiss on his nose. "you hear me? I love you," you added. Moving to kiss his lips twice. "you make me happy. You just have issues but so do I. We had this conversation before baby,"

"we were 17, that was years go," Kid finally answered, you used your thumb to caress his chin. "we could be a thousand and I still meant what I said, just you," you made sure to make him look into your eyes. He needs to see you're telling the truth.

He nods. "just us"he drew circles on your back as you've found a comfortable place in his lap. His kisses taste like blood but you don't mind.

"I.. Want to get better," he admitted.

You kissed his cheek. "we'll find a way."

Kid nodded. He had to say it, he's scared that you didn't know, that you thought he meant it. He won't blame you if you do, he's pushed you away so many times.

"I don't want you gone. I want us,"

You smiled., nodded and kissed him. "of course I know that, silly."

[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.

[sodacatz]

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

[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. I wrote back my sister, “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 a third. 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, 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 dos, 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 darkens from being in the sun. His wet curls king 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 it. His bed was large in random places, taking up most of the room. Red sheets adorned it. The room was empty and had no life. 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 about me wanting to read a book. 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 we did this every night. I read a book written by scholars as he listened and laid on my body as I laid on. 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. 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 to become warm over these weeks. All I see is his face and the servants, as I’ve been in the manner for weeks since I was wet. His eyes lower to my lips, his hand wraps around my waist and my back as he pulls me quickly to him, his lips sync 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. I guess the button stop on my account popped within the bed as he ripped it off and 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. It’s my feeling warm inside of me. 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 thing will soon replace pleasure loans that 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 feeling becoming too much. He pushed me one more time to release once more and pulled out. Do you feel fulfilled now he said, as I felt something drip from between my legs.

[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.

[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.

[thatg8rl]

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

[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.