#dev patel x reader

[stargirlfics]

Dream Girl

Dev Patel x Black Female Reader

Summary: A classic friends to lovers story. You were always his dream girl. 

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, some mentions of alcohol, smut: thigh riding, unprotected sex, missionary filthiness, dirty talk, dev patel being hot lol 

Word Count: 2.4k

His hand slid over yours softly, squeezing your fingers before bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss. No going back now.

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Every time you were in Dev’s presence the air in your lungs seemed to ignite.

You were hopelessly falling and you knew that you should probably let go of the crush you had on him because he was one of your closest friends and you’d been secretly pining over him for a whole year and too scared to say anything but try as hard as you might, your feelings never wavered. 

You had tried everything and he was still in your head and you felt close to exploding with it all. 

He was unlike anyone you’d met before. The kindness in his eyes, the way he cared for the people in his life, everything about him was fresh, warm, magnetic. 

The conversations you had with him whenever you hung out were one of a kind, Dev had a way around words that made you feel so swept up, that breathed a new life into how you saw things, you truly thought the world of him and just hoped that maybe one day something more would happen between you. 

To divulge your true feelings to him was something you dreamed of but it was so scary to think about actually doing, you didn’t want your friendship with him to be jeopardized or for it to become weird if he didn’t feel the same, but the more you were around him the harder it became to hide it. 

Could you be mistaken to think that maybe there was something there? At dinner and drinks with your friends, you could feel the swirly haze and giddiness of the alcohol wash over you, your body leaning just a little against Dev who was seated to your right but when you thought he might have shifted away to get some of his personal space back, you only felt his warm hand against the small of your back, keeping you steady. 

You were sitting but if your knees could be weak, they were. 

It had to mean something, all these little moments and sparks couldn’t just be nothing. But it was harder to convince your mind of that than it was your heart. 

-

“You know, I don’t think I knew just how many vinyl records you have, this is extensive!” Dev chimed from across the room, making you laugh as you finished watering some of your house plants that you’d been trying your hardest to keep alive. 

“Maybe you should come over more often, I play at least one every night, makes cleaning go by faster too.” you snorted, taking in the sweet smile on his face. 

He scratched the side of his beard and stood up, making his way over to you quietly. 

“Ahh now I know the deal, that’s what you say to guys to get them interested, huh?” he jibed playfully, sitting down next to you on the sofa, but you could almost hear the genuine question behind it. 

“I would say yes because I sound way smoother that way but you’re actually the lucky first to hear that.”

If it weren’t for the music playing softly, you’d have been squirming at the thick silence, maybe you had said too much, it was hard to look at him now and your brain was going a mile a minute. 

Fuck, what if he caught on and thought it was awkward? What if he just didn’t feel the same and this was all just friendly interaction? Everything was so uncertain and you hated that and just wished you could get the courage to look him in those warm brown eyes of his and tell him how you felt. 

You’d be so lucky to be his, he was worth it all but maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. 

“I’m glad to be lucky then.” he sighed with a smile, peering over at you where you met his gaze for a moment before looking away, busying yourself with a loose strand of thread on the sofa cushion. 

It felt like he could see you, really see you, like he knew how you felt and it made you feel so vulnerable. 

Your hands were dangerously close to touching and you tried your best to keep your breathing even and level as you hummed along to the music, your eyes shifting from Dev’s hand to the spinning record and back every now and then till what you had always wanted to happen, actually did. 

Dev shook his head at you, his hand slid over yours softly, brown skin intertwining, squeezing your fingers before bringing your hand up to his lips. 

He could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage wildly, no going back now. This felt right, he just had to let it happen.

“I think you feel the same way about me as I do about you, Y/N, and all I know is that I want something more with you. Being a part of your life as your friend has been the best and I hope maybe we can build more of a relationship with each other. You have no idea how amazing you are, you’re a breath of fresh air, you know. I feel like you understand me most. So…even if you aren’t sure right now, I just want to say thank you for seeing me and caring for me in the way that you do.”

You could almost cry with delight. It was your turn to give his hand a squeeze, grateful that he didn’t let go, he was giving you the option to pull away first as if you’d ever dream of it. 

“Oh, Dev. I really do care for you and not just as a friend, I’ve wanted things between us to be more than that for a while now but was just so scared it might hurt our friendship if one of us wasn’t on the same page. Yes of course we can be more, I want that, I want you in that way. We can take it slow, just figure things out, spend more time with each other, you know?”

“I’m glad, I’d really like that too. I’ve wanted to take you out on a date for months, everyone said I should just ask but…yeah, you know how it is,” you both laughed, glancing at each other with a different kind of excitement and longing than you had before. 

You didn’t like to put too much stock in what something could be when life was always so uncertain but with Dev, you just had a good feeling, when you know, you know.

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Four Months Later

Time had passed quickly since that day on your sofa, you were dating now, all your friends knew and had told you both they’d all made bets as to when it was gonna happen, I guess it really was just a matter of time!

But being with Dev felt so natural, you gelled together instantly, like this was always how it was going to be, he was your sounding board, a soft and safe place to rest your body, his hands trusted with your emotions, you knew he wouldn’t drop them. He was everything you’d been wishing for in a relationship so far and you felt ready to let this take you where it willed. 

To him, simply put, you were always his dreamgirl. You had always been on his mind no matter who else had his attention or tried to spark things, his heart always came back to you, and knowing you were together now made him feel like the luckiest and happiest man alive. 

-

Your head was tucked into his side, bodies pressed together as you watched a movie, something unspoken lingering between you. It wasn’t like you both hadn’t noticed the heated glances or subtly suggestive touches you’d been giving each other for a week now. You wondered if he was trying to play a game of which one of you would fold first. 

Dev was trying to hold back a laugh, he’d been watching you go back and forth with yourself for days now, you were cute when you were nervous and that only made him want you more. 

He wanted to peel back your layers, get to your core, to better figure out what made you tick, what made you squirm or whine, he wanted to know what sounds you could make and how to pull them out of you. 

Overthinking was a particular forte of yours but you didn’t have to worry, he knew when to step in and quiet those thoughts, get you to surrender to feeling, and he was expert at it now. 

Before you could think on how to breach the subject of intimacy, his lips were on yours, tasting of coffee, your body melting against the very same sofa it all began on. 

It was so easy, to let yourself be in his hands, to give him the permission he wanted so respectfully, to know he’d take good care of you. It made you giddy with desire, your body working on its own accord as he led you to the bedroom, the lock clicking softly behind you by your own hand, sinking it all into place. 

All it took was one single look into his eyes and you were a goner, reaching out to him to which he didn’t hesitate to close the distance between you, your back pressed up against the door, his hands finding their confidence, wrapping around your waist, squeezing, exploring, while his lips found yours. 

Your hands found their way to his hair, keeping him close to you, heat sweeping up your body as he pressed his hips against yours, his knee nestling its way between your legs, a hum of approval leaving his lips when you couldn’t help but grind down against it a little. 

He was intoxicating, and so were you to him, he couldn’t get over how beautiful you were like this, a new side of you he hadn’t ever seen, your desire plain all over you, he couldn’t get enough and was determined to be the man to bring you to your knees in the best of ways. 

“Does that feel good, love?” his breathy whisper startled you out of your trance, you realized he was caging you in against the door, his hands on your hips helping you grind against his thigh, a whimper tumbling from your lips. 

It was hard to find words already and he hadn’t even gotten you naked. 

“Y-yes, Dev, please,” you whined, panting against his lips. 

He decided to have mercy on you but made a mental note to revisit the doorframe one of these days. 

Clothes were taken off with feverish haste, discarded without care, the only thing you could focus on was how gently he was laying you back against the sheets, his lips finding their home against your skin once again. 

“You’re already so wet for me, that what you’ve been thinking about all day, hmm, me touching you like this,” he smirked up at you, taking in your face as he pushed your panties to the side to touch you, groaning at the slickness he found there, his growing hard on heavier by the second against your thigh. 

“Mhm, more like all week. I want you so bad,” you pouted, your heart thumping against your chest strongly. 

Seeing Dev like this was so hot. He was always the perfect gentleman, always sweet and caring with you but this added a whole other edge to him, he was all those things still and then some, the sex appeal he always argued he didn’t really have so apparent to you, he oozed it, making you desperate, making you needy for him and what he might do to you. 

And then when he finally pushed inside you, everything seemed to slow and speed up at the same time, the eye contact was insane as you yielded to him, your eyes fighting the urge not to close out of pleasure as you peered up at him above you, your brain short circuiting at the feeling of being filled up, the slow stretch your pussy gave to him, the way he cooed at you, a wet thumb on your clit, rubbing slowly, another mental note made at the way you moaned when he did. 

He bottomed out eventually, his arms coming to wrap around your body, just holding you there for a second, his forehead resting on yours, skin both aflame. 

“You feel so fucking good, baby. Tell me when you feel ready,” his voice felt like a lifeline as you tried to find your breath, your legs wrapped around his back tightly. He felt so heavy, so searingly delicious inside you. 

“Mmm, please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please.” you gasped, your hands finding their place on his body, eyes fluttering as you felt him move, felt the shuddering power of his shallow thrusts, keeping it simple for now, allowing it to build, giving you space to feel every inch of him connecting with you. 

You couldn’t decide where to look, at the molten lust in his eyes or where your bodies were connected, the glimpses of his dick disappearing inside you knocking the air from your lungs, especially when he started to pick up his pace. 

“That’s it, fuck! You’re so beautiful, love,” he groaned with you as he pushed deeper, snapping his hips a little harder, your whines and strangled cries only encouraging him. “I know baby, I know. Let me hear you.” 

The obscene noises coming from him pushing in and out of your center made your face burn but you were glad you couldn’t focus on it too long, all you could do was hang onto him and let the pleasure blanket your body. 

You appreciated the slow but deep fucking Dev was giving you, sweat beginning to shine on your bronzed bodies, his grunts and words mixing with yours, the two of your giving and taking, pushing and pulling, passion ignited everywhere and nothing else in the world mattered but this. 

For him, everything was in place, to know that he was making you squirm and scream…it was everything. You were everything, his dream girl, his girl, all his. He’d spoil you, fuck you, love you as he believed you should be, it was an honor to be the man to rise to the occasion, all for you. 

When you know…you know!

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Thank you all for reading and please comment and reblog! I wanna know what you thought of this, your feedback means the world! <3 

I’ve been wanting to write for him for a minute now so hopefully this was a good read for all my dev patel girlies, he’s so dreamy and for whaT!

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[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

[imninahchan]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓅.⠀ ネ · ❛ d e v p a t e l

queria estar fazendo exatamente isso com uma pessoa muito específica aqui da vida real ❤︎ dev!namoradinho bobo patético cachorro que caiu da mudança, leitora loba manhosa sedenta por carne, sexo matinal sem menção à proteção (se protejam, irmãs!), slice of life + um pouco de humor, dirty talk, uso de “senhora”, cockwarming, cuspe (✋️😔 nao me julguem. Não revisado!

Às vezes, você se sente uma grande pervertida namorando ele. Só que, tipo, não é lá verdade — não é como se você fosse uma maluca pirada na vontade de estar o tempo toda empalada pelo pau dele. Já teve o pensamento, mas em sua defesa, quase nunca dá ouvido aos seus pensamentos mais sórdidos. E olha que você tem muitos!

Mas, também, como te culpar... Olha só para ele! Dev não colabora. Com os cabelinhos escuros desarrumados pela manhã, o par de óculos de grau, por vezes sem camisa, sentado na beirada da cama, te esperando enquanto mexe no celular. Deveria ser proibido tanto sex appeal às puras 10h da matina. Como assim essa sociedade patriarcal e capitalista espera que você não saia do banho diretamente pro colinho dele, ignorando que precisa se arrumar para ganhar uma carona pro trabalho? Não faz sentido!

Por isso, se abraça à toalha úmida e se encaixa no corpo dele tal qual um coala pendurado numa árvore. Dev mal entende, só desvia o olhar do feed na rede social por um segundo e se vê engolhido pelos seus braços e pernas. Seu rosto afunda na curva do pescoço dele, aspira o perfume natural da pele, de quem dormiu as últimas horas emaranhado em ti.

— Não fala nada — você ordena, com a voz abafada.

Ele ergue as mãos no ar, rendido.

— A senhora quem manda!

Você levanta a face de supetão, os olhos se apertam encarando-o, mal-intencionada. Dev te imita, mais bem-humorado, como um pobre cordeiro a ser abatido.

— Que foi? — murmura. A mão livre toca as suas costas e os olhos ameaçam voltar a atenção para o celular, porém são surpreendidos pelas suas palavras diretas.

— Coloca as mãos debaixo da minha toalha.

O homem te olha.

— Amor...

— Não sou eu quem manda, pô?

— Mas você vai se atrasar.

— Eu só mandei você colocar as mãos debaixo da minha toalha, não mandei fazer mais nada.

Ele desvia o olhar, meio bobo. Mordisca o lábio inferior. Como queria saber te dizer não... Quer dizer, não que negar seja realmente o intuito final aqui. A sensação de estar completamente capacho das suas vontades é o que excita, é o que o faz deixar o celular de lado e guiar as mãos sorrateiramente por debaixo da toalha acinzentada.

— Assim, senhora? — Pergunta, só por gosto. O sorriso ladino se estica nos lábios, tocando do seu quadril nu às costelas ainda um pouco umedecidas pela água do banho. — Hm?

— Uhum.

— Uhum? — Sorri mais, diante dos seus olhinhos fechados, da coluna que se arrepia, feito uma gatinha. A soma que vem das mãos suaves com o atrito dos pelinhos da barba na sua clavícula faz o seu corpo derreter. Dev beija pelo seu pescoço, amoroso. — O que mais você quer, coração?

Você se posiciona no colo do homem mais uma vez, paira com os joelhos apoiados na cama, sem sentar ainda porque se preocupa em alisar a ereção entre a palma da mão. Lambe os próprios dedos para tocá-lo, mistura a excitação expelida ao seu cuspe, curvando-se para que o filete abundante desmonte no ar feito uma calda molhadinha. A bagunça melada atrai a boca do Patel à sua, a ponta da língua busca pela sua, resvala. A saliva umedece seus lábios, seu queixo, e o melhor é o frescor que fica na pele depois que o vapor desaparece. Caramba... nem precisa se tocar para saber que assim que deslizar a cabecinha no meio das suas pernas, é capaz de escorregar no mel até tocar as nádegas.

Dito e feito, não? Sabe que não vai conseguir montar se não colocar direitinho na abertura e sentar, mas continua com as mãos apoiadas nos ombros do namorado, apenas movendo o quadril de um canto pro outro. Dev sorri, talvez nem perceba a malícia no seu ato, na loucura do tesão babado que os envolve. Aí, ele mesmo segura e te ajuda a consumir cada centímetro pra dentro.

Você arqueja, travando o interior quanto mais te é cedido para sorver. Mais apertadinho significa que para ele é uma tortura deliciosa, e Dev não esconde o prazer: franze o cenho, os olhos brilhando e a respiração pesada que faz o peito arder quando o ar finalmente pode penetrar os pulmões. Os braços tremem, perde a força por um instante e se sente agradecido por você ser a responsável pelo controle do quanto entra. Quer deitar as costas no colchão, cerrar as pálpebras, no entanto é impedido no meio do caminho.

— Fica aqui. — Você o abraça, descendo no restinho que ainda sobra.

Ele só segue o fluxo, atônito, corresponde o abraço porque é facilmente suscetível. Está tudo dentro de ti agora, a bunda se choca contra as coxas dele, parece que nada mais cabe. Cheia ao máximo, confortada.

Dev espasma, frágil, em resposta ao seu contrair interno.

— Não quer foder? — questiona, em voz baixa.

— Daqui a pouco. — Você acaricia os fios da nuca dele, fala no mesmo tom.

O restante do diálogo se desenrola nessa altura, com a cadência preguiçosa e interrompida pela sequência de beijos intensos cortados pela respiração e selinhos mal-dados.

— Mas vai deixar... deixar eu te comer? Eu...

— Vou, mô.

— Vai? Por favor... por favor, princesa.

A sua resposta demora a aparecer, e o que surge por fim é um aglomerado de miados manhosos. Reage ao arrstar da barba na sua bochecha, arfando; ao apertar da sua cintura, o morder do seu ombro. Se move sobre as coxas dele, involuntariamente até, rebolando devagarinho, roçando, só pausando quando sente mais rígido por baixo de si.

— Quero você dentro de mim — sussurra.

— É? Já? — o questionamento é genuíno, Dev não sabe aproveitar as oportunidades para caçoar, debochar um pouquinho do seu estado dengoso mesmo se recebe o timing perfeito do universo. Te assiste se levantar para jogar a toalha no chão e puxar o cós da bermuda dele. — Quer deitar aqui? — Dá uns tapinhas no colchão, mas recebe um não tão choramingado e baixinho que até pede desculpas. — Tá bem, amor, perdão, vem cá.

⠀ׁ⠀❛ ah mas nao sei o q nao sei o que la ❤︎

[spikershoyo]

why do they look the same

[blkgirlblvd]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.  * 　　　 ✦     .     　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　    ˚

“Promise me that you’ll keep in touch. Just because you’re miles away from me doesn’t mean I can lose my best friend.” It was our last day. The only time we ever saw each other was on this particular vacation, yet it felt as though we knew each other from birth. I would never tell him, but I loved him, I don’t know how deep but I knew I craved to be around him as soon as we were separated. 

“Dev… I don’t have a phone, you know my mama and daddy are strict. I was told I couldn’t get a phone until I got to high school and were what? Fourteen.” The look of defeat graced his face, he knew what I said was true. His family was a little bit more relaxed, letting him wander around the place as much as he liked, but they were still cautious, wanting to know his whereabouts every hour. 

“Hey! We still have this vacation. I don’t think my family will ever stop coming here. My sister thinks this place is magical.” Giving him a beacon of hope was all I could give him. I know I was too young to be making assumptions about my family's financial status to keep coming here, but we came here every year in the summer. Why would it stop?

“Harper, close your eyes.” His brown eyes held mine, they pleaded with me to listen to him. I was much of a follower of instructions so I looked at him with caution, afraid of what he was trying to do. 

“Come on…” Rolling my eyes, at his impatience, I tightly shut my eyes, thinking that if I shut them tight enough he would quickly do what he needed to do. 

Grabbing my hands we intertwined, relaxing into his touch, whatever fear I held in my mind was gone. I could sense he was closer than before. He was nervous even with my eyes closed, I could feel the sense of fear in him, the uncertainty. What was going on? 

“Dev? What are you doing?” 

“This.” Feeling his lips on my cheek, I opened my eyes with surprise. Why was he putting his lips so close to my face? I think he has lost his mind. 

“W-W-Why did you kiss me?” 

“Because I wanted to, come on, let's head back.” 

“Excuse me, head back! How can you just kiss me and not tell me why. Do you like me or something?” He was avoiding my eyesight now, he bagan getting up trying to walk out the cave, but he wasn’t getting away from this.

“Answer me! That was really weird, Dev!” 

“So what! you didn’t like me kissing you on the cheek?”He liked me. I felt a smirk fall on my lips as I looked down at the sand in my toes. I’ve heard enough from my friends about how boys show that they like you and Dev didn’t do any of that until now. He was a regular boy who I could tolerate being around, someone company I really enjoyed. 

“Next time aim for my lips.” He stared at me shocked, I could see he was holding his breath waiting for me to reject him, but I couldn’t do that. I liked him too, maybe a little too much.

His smile. I always liked it, it was usually directed at us having fun, but to see it at my declaration made butterflies form in my stomach. We didn’t say anything on the way back to our parents on the beach, we just held each other's hands. I was trying to remember the feelings of his hands, lock it away in the deep depth of my mind so I could keep it stored forever for the next time I came back. 

“I’ll see you again Harper.”

“I’ll be waiting, Dev.” 

.                 .            .           .       .             ✦

“Now listen to me Harp! Your father and I anniversary is coming up and we want to have a family trip, we wanna go back to Malta.” 

“We haven’t been since I was fourteen, why do you want to go there now.” 

“Because we remember how much fun we had going there and why not go back down memory lane.” I couldn’t believe my mama wanted to go back there. It's been so long since we've been there. 

“Mama, it probably doesn’t even look the same anymore, let's just go somewhere local like Florida.” 

“Girl don’t nobody wanna go to Florida! Ain't nothing down there but disney world and you and your sister grew out your disney obsession.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her. 

“I still like disney mama, and Florida is nice, remember those pictures I took.” 

“Those pictures were beautiful, your little photography skills are a special girl, but me, your daddy and you are going to Malta, also bring your boyfriend that you've been hiding from us so bad. I think it’ll be nice to meet the young man after all these years.” I smiled thinking about Anthony, I really cared for him and thank god that he came into my life when he did. It’s been a year and I was happy, but something always kept me keeping him at a distance. My mind just kept telling me don’t let him in, he isn’t the one. 

“Alright mama, I’ll bring him, but don’t you and daddy start embarrassing me.” 

“When have I done anything like that?” 

“Mama you know.” Hearing my apartment door rattle, I got off the phone with my mama. Anthony came through the door wearing his work uniform. I jumped into his arms loving the way he tightly held me like he didn’t want me away from his touch. 

“Hey, my love. What’s going on?” 

“Nothing baby, my mama had just called me about a trip that she was planning and she wanted me and my sister to go as well.” He took a seat beside me, caressing my leg. He was always so touchy after getting off work. He said it was a stress relief to rub on his woman’s leg, but I knew he just wanted to have sex after a long day at work. 

“Well what you tell her?” 

“I told her I’m going, but you’re coming along with me. I think it might be time to meet each other's parents. I mean I’m all in.” Getting closer to him, I brushed my lips to his. I could feel him wanting to close the gap, but I held him back. 

“I’m all in too…just let me know when this trip is so i can let work know and we can go, I wanna hear what little miss Harper was up to as a child.” 

“No you don’t! I already told my mama not to say anything.” Anthony let out a laugh. 

“Where are we going anyway?” 

“Malta.” 

“Any good memories there?” Giving him a peck on the lips, I tried not letting my mind wander back to Dev, The times of us being teenagers, of being in love. I didn’t want to remember the way he told me I was his soulmate, that I brought out emotions that he couldn’t understand, but knew he liked. I didn’t want to remember the way he made love to me, promising me that he’ll love me for as long as I loved. And yet I left as I always did and never could come back again. My seventeen year old self could never forgive myself at the time. 

“Yeah, too many memories…” 

.                 .            .           .       .             ✦

“Mama, move a bit closer to Anthony. He doesn't bite.” I snapped a few more pictures. I decided I wanted to document moments for their anniversary and combine them with a video of them throughout their marriage. 

“Anthony, tell your girlfriend to hurry up.” Rolling my eyes at my sister, Heaven. I took a couple more shots. 

“Why are you acting like my girl, ain’t your sister.” They continued bantering at each other, they argued like they were related. But I knew it was just because they were really good friends. They worked together and when I was dropping off her food, I met him. 

“Anyway, let's get to the airport.” Heaven said. She’s been having an attitude ever since me and Anthony walked into the house. 

“Just take your ass to the car, you're killing the mood honestly.” 

“Hey! What I say about y'all cursing in front of me?” Apologetic, I put away my camera and told everyone to let me talk to Heaven. I don’t need her ruining mama and daddy’s special week. This was about them and any issues she had going on could be left in the states. 

“Heaven, what’s up? This little attitude you got upsetting me and so I know it’s upsetting mama.” 

“Don’t you think it’s too soon to be bringing him around the family?” 

“What’s wrong with him? We've been together for a year, hell you know him so what’s the issue.” She couldn’t look me in the eyes, instead she looked out to the street. Something was on her mind and i couldn tell that it was eating at her soul. I wanted to pry, make her tell me what was wrong. She’ll tell me eventually. 

“Nothing’s wrong with him, it's just that I haven’t been around you in a long time. I really missed you and I wanted this to be me and you time not fucking anthony time.” 

“I know I’ve been busy with Anthony, but come on I haven’t had a man since you know…” 

“Oh yeah Dev, your summer boo thing. You were wrapped up with him all the time, sneaking off to the cave.” She had to bring him up, I’m surprised she remembered because we never were in her presence that long before we were out doing our own thing. She was always out with his sister doing their thing.

“Don’t bring him up! I don’t want Anthony to know about him, he might start getting insecure, he’s a very jealous dude.” 

“I don’t understand why you like his ass anyway, he’s so annoying at work.” 

“That’s because he doesn't let you slack off the way I know you want to. But I really like him, he makes me happy.” 

“And what about Dev? What if we see him in Malta, your ass is gonna be in trouble.” 

“It’s been 7 years, he probably forgot about me.” I hoped he did, even if I thought about him almost every year around the summer, just wondering what he’s been up to. Of course I missed him like a lover, but before he was someone I wanted that way. He was a friend, he had dreams and fears. We talked about it all. I missed my friend. 

“No one forgets their first love sister.” She was right. Dev would always be that memory in the back of my mind, but it was time to move on and seek some happiness instead of clinging to a lost love. It was just really hard to do that thing. 

[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!!!!!!!

[jd-loves-fiction]

𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐚

n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable—their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque—as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there’s someone standing there, but unable to tell if you’re looking in or looking out.

✦ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sir Gawain x GN!Reader

✦ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut + fluff

✦ 𝐰𝐜: 2.2k

✦ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Minors DO NOT INTERACT thanks. also DONT USE SALIVA AS LUBE THIS IS THE MIDDLE AGES WAAAAHH

✦ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Anyway I havent written anything in a hot second, especially smut, so i might've lost my touch but this man makes me insane. Hope its still enjoyable anyway and im working on some fluffy stuff as well whoop enjoy :)

Stupid quest. Stupid forest. Stupid rainwater puddle.

You didn't see it – you were too damn busy staring into those gorgeous brown eyes of his, lashes lowered ever so slightly in a way so tender it might as well have been what knocked you over.

“Oh goodness.” Sir Gawain exhales a second after the splash, arms reaching for you a little too late. Turns out he’d been lost staring at you as well. “A-Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“I–” You start to deny it but think better of it. It’s Gawain, he’d know the answer just from looking at you. “I’m cold. And wet. And tired.”

“I see. Let’s find ourselves a place for the night, yes? The storm from last night might be coming back.” He tells you, reaching out a large hand to pull you up. You take it without hesitation.

Quickly finding yourselves a damp and dingy little cave to pass the night in, Gawain gets to work starting a fire as you shiver uncontrollably. 

“You know–” He begins, fumbling with two rocks and a handful of dryish branches, looking up at you for a moment, “You look good, all soaking wet.”

The warmth of his gaze sweeps over your form, lingering on your shaking shoulders, passing by the water dripping off your linen shirt and how your arms curl around yourself to keep the heat in – heat he stokes with that cheeky look, the quickness of his breath, the biting of his lovely, soft, bottom lip…

A spark goes off, catching fire to the branches, cutting the tension like a hot knife over butter. But it does not dissipate, the fire does not cool, it merely wanes to a simmer.

“I bet you’d look even better.” You blurt out, just to get the last word in before sitting by the flames, not entirely aware of what you’ve just said and where his beautiful, hasty mind would take your words. Then again, you’re much more concerned with not freezing to death.

“Trying to warm up with wet clothes isn’t going to do you any good. It isn't going to do anything at all, really.”

“What do you suggest, then?” You sigh, knees tucked to your chest, sitting opposite the dashing young knight.

“You should take off whatever clothes are wet and let them dry by the fire.” He begins shrugging off his thick wooly cape to lay on the stone floor beside him, “And sit close to me – we can share body heat.” he adds on quickly, as if he hasn't made his intentions with you clear enough throughout this journey already.

You’re not sure when it started, when his dark eyes began wandering, when his touches started lingering, or even when you started doing the same. But it’s clear to the two of you; the want– the need too transparent to hide. 

There’s more to it though, for you at least. It would be almost too easy to dive into him otherwise. Like a nymph’s bewitching calls into murky waters.

But it could never be that easy. Not with the one they may one day call King. That and his womanizinging reputation.

Expecting anything other than a purely lustful encounter out of this would be foolish to say the least, but perhaps you are a fool. Because the way he looks at you; the way he has been looking at you since– whenever you started noticing; makes you feel as if there might be a chance. 

So you do as he suggests, stripping down to the basics under his unwavering gaze, shuffling over to his side and nuzzling against him.

Questions swirl endlessly within your mind while leaning on Gawain's warm body, his shirt so thin you could almost perfectly imagine what he'd look like without it in your mind's eye.

But then, those eyes, clear as spring water in their intentions, cage you in with their stare and suddenly you feel as if everything must be laid out plainly, “What are your intentions with me, Sir Gawain?”

The look on his face nearly makes you regret it, fearing you may have offended him, but surely he’s aware of his reputation – surely he must understand.

After a beat he exhales with a slight smile as his large hand comes around to your shoulder, “Are they not clear?”

“Clear as they may be, I like things to be absolutely transparent, especially when it comes to men of your… caliber.” He hums in acknowledgement with a smirk, before it slowly slides off his face, replaced with a thoughtful expression so rarely seen it could be possession.

“I understand what you mean, love. But, in truth, I cannot answer you as of yet.” At the inquisitive look you give him he begins trying to explain himself, “It is that… Well, I am to be King somewhat soon, I assume. So it would be reckless for me to act as carelessly as I once did. But then also, I do not yet know what my intentions are – beyond tonight, that is.” Your face warms slightly at his suggestive tone as his hand drifts down your naked back, “All I know, is that you intrigue me. Greatly. If anything, I know– I feel as if… once will not be enough…”

A dark hand of long, slender fingers lifts your chin to meet his fathomless stare, looking deep into your eyes and beyond that – to your vulnerable soul. 

“I feel… the same.” You speak, suddenly breathless as your face nears his subconsciously, giving in to his siren call.

Lips meeting like a spark to a fire, a beginning. His hands wander over you, reverent, gentle, as yours grasp at the front of his tunic, urging him as close as humanly possible – as if close isn't nearly close enough.

The kiss grows fiercer, a push and pull of soft pink muscles attempting to gain control, before being forced to part, open around heaving breaths while eyes grow hazy with lust– no, yearning. Gawain draws back to shed that bothersome tunic before his hands attach themselves to your hips to pull you onto his lap. The ease with which he does it has you grinding down instantly, hands running over sweat-slick caramel skin.

His dark curls bounce as he tosses his head back under your movements, desperate for some control of the primal urges suddenly overloading his brain – to fuck you without mercy, to ruin you for anyone else – but no, that’s not how he wants this to go.

“God above, you're beautiful.” He breathes, hands stilling your hips to let his eyes sweep over your features slowly. The intensity of his gaze makes you squirm and the strength in his hands warms your inside more than the fire ever could. 

Burying your face in his gorgeous, exposed neck you speak so low not even God could hear, “Shut up and take your pants off.”

You feel him smile against your hair, laying a kiss against it before drawing away to do as you ask, somewhat clumsily, but earnestly all the same. Sitting still on his cloak, you watch him avidly, eyes catching on every new inch of dawn-hued skin revealed.

The singularity of the moment strikes you suddenly; back at the castle, amongst duties and expectations, this would never be possible – this calm, this undemanding rhythm. You have no place to be, no one to meet, so you can just be. Together.

“Where did you go?” He whispers, caressing your face with a softness undeserving of a knight’s strength, making your eyes focus back on his features and immediately surge forward to connect your lips to his, “Nowhere important.”

Gentle as a breeze Gawain lays you back, body between your legs and arms beside your shoulders. His prominent nose brushes yours softly, sensually as he parts your legs even further, “Good. I want you here with me. For this will not be a moment you’ll want to ever forget.”

“Oh,” You chuckle teasingly, back arching almost subconsciously against his warm, wide chest while his hips start moving against yours, “You’re sure of that, are you?”

“Your reaction tells me all I need to be sure.” He replies, so cocksure you’re suddenly reminded of who he’d been before the Green Knight had showed up proposing a ridiculous game – knowing he hasn't changed completely is oddly comforting.

“You talk too much… Sir.” You grumble in lieu of remaining silent and further inflating his ego, getting a raised brow at the tacked-on title.

“But you like it, don't you? Don't lie to me, it's unbecoming.” The corners of his lovely lips twitching with the effort not to laugh. Quick as a flash, your legs lock around his waist, pulling his center down to yours and he’s forced to take a breath from between his teeth as his long lashes flutter, “Like I said; you talk too much.”

Gawain bites his tongue – there will be plenty of time to get back at you once you’re mindless and thoroughly spent – he reasons. For now, he just needs to get you there.

One large hand settles at the base of your throat as his luscious lips travel down your neck in flickers of contact that have you arching against his firm grip for more. Soft as a feather, he pulls away your undergarments as needed to kiss at your chest; sweetly at first and then so wet and sloppy you’re left gasping and whimpering, hands grasping at his strong shoulders for purchase.

Grabbing you below the knees, he gently pries your legs open while kissing down your body until you're tingling and trembling all over wishing he'd just get to it.

“Gawain…”

“Hmm? Are you going to beg? Go on.”

You pout petulantly; no you won't beg, he'd enjoy that far too much. But you can, however, tempt him into doing what you want.

“Gawain…” you moan seemingly helplessly, nails brushing his skin making him shiver in delight, “won't you take me? It's clear you want to.”

“It's clear, is it?” He chuckles breathlessly, ceasing completely to just watch you and it makes you want to smack the back of his head in frustration.

Breathing deep, your eyes move over him carefully, appreciating every inch of delicious, exposed skin so many yearn to catch a glimpse of before…

“Gawain,” you raise an amused brow, surely he noticed… “Yes?”

Oh, he's far too good at playing dumb.

You raise yourself until your lips barely brush his, brown hues watching you closely down the length of his nose before your hand boldly presses down on his stiff cock and those eyes glaze over before rolling back in overwhelming delight, “I'd call this pretty obvious.”

Hand squeezing in pulses, you're granted a low groan followed by a deep sigh, “God, you're too much. I cannot– wait.”

Gawain's mouth devours yours, hungry as a wolf, pushing down once more while his lithe fingers graze the inside of your thighs, grinning at what he finds. Cheeks warming at how your mouth chases his as he pulls back, he gives his palm a full lick before wrapping it around his throbbing cock and stroking. The flames illuminate this length of his gorgeous neck like an old painting and your tongue longs to glide over it and follow the path of his sweat so deeply you almost miss him speaking, “Will you beg now?”

You groan most crudely, far over his games and his perfect face and his disarming voice and his damned haughtiness– your hand grasps the curls at the back of his head, delighting in his whimpered response, “Take me now or so help me–,” your not proud of the way your voice wavers but you’re both past that now.

Gawain’s lips connect with yours surprisingly softly, leaning his forehead against yours and lining himself up with your center, “Shh, I’ve got you, just relax.”

A kiss to your hairline is the only warning you get before he starts pushing into you, slow as can be and yet still you cry out at the feeling in between the kisses he places to your lips to offer some comfort.

“There we go, breathe for me. It’ll feel better soon…”

“Gawain…” You moan, clinging onto him as the bite of initial pain melts into pleasure.

Sucking on your neck, his hips sway against yours rhythmically, wavering only when your nails dig into his sides while moaning desperately in his ear, “Gawain please…”

“Now–” his breathing stutters while his hips buck suddenly, pressing a collection of whispered curses from both of your mouths, “Now you beg?”

“Just please fuck me, please.”

The way his cock twitches inside you tells all you need to know on how he feels about your words.

Curls brush the side of your neck as he reaches to bite at your lobe, grunting and moaning into it while speeding up his hips so much your own moans become stuttered and desperate.

As the end nears, Gawain presses his lips to yours, nearly missing in his eagerness, and opens his mouth as if to say something but no words leave him, only a loud moan of your name ringing across the cave just as your body does the same.

Your mind is eerily quiet as you come down, blinking eyes you don't recall closing and feeling the next king breathe against your naked chest while gathering himself. After a moment he raises himself on shaky arms to gaze down at you, hand reaching to brush a stray hair from your cheek and sighing as if suddenly, all is right in the world.

[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.

[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.

[thatg8rl]

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

[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

[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.

[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."

[imninahchan]

𓂃 ഒ ָ࣪ ⌜ dev patel headcannons ⌝ ⸙. ↷

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ↳ sfw + nsfw.

[✰] literalmente o maior malewife patético do mundo. Se apaixona por ti à primeira vista, daqueles que até pensa pronto, vou casar com essa mulher e vem chegando devagarzinho, porque é tímido e tem medo de mulher bonita;

[✰] no primeiro beijo, na cabecinha dele vocês já tão namorando. Manda mensagem no outro dia dizendo bom dia meu anjo😊 dormiu bem?, pergunta o que você tá fazendo de bom e marca um encontro o mais rápido possível. E é tão bom estar ao lado dele, pois da pra sentir pela energia dele o quão romântico e nerdzinho ele é. Tudo tá bom pra ele, se preocupa se você está gostando, e o melhor: não muda nadica de nada quando estão, finalmente, namorando;

[✰] como o relacionamento de vocês é uma mistura de culturas, ele se mostra muito empenhado em desbravar o brasil e o seu estado. Se perguntar, não há nada no brasil que o desagrade (mas é porque ele é do tipo que gosta de agradar todos, principalmente pra sua família gostar dele). Vai estar de bermudinha e regata velha no sofá da casa da sua mãe, naquele calor do verão brasileiro, tomando cafezinho quente, comendo um pão de sal e assistindo caminho das índias na televisão;

[✰] e por falar em caminho das índias, dá o segundo capítulo da novela e tá a sua mãe, a mãe dele, ele e o pai dele tudo na sala assistindo. A sua sogra dizendo que a juliana paes parece muito uma prima que ela tem, e chocada em saber que ninguém ali do elenco tem ligação com o sul asiático. O dev assistindo as cenas da maia dançando e deitando a cabeça no seu ombro, discretamente, com um sorrisinho, pra perguntar bem que você podia dançar assim pra mim também, hein?;

[✰] embora super fascinado com o brasil, ele demora um pouquinho a abrir as portas das raízes dele pra você. Um pouco envergonhado, quiçá receoso, até que finalmente deixa a mãe dele te ensinar um prato típico, ou aquelas histórias que ela costumava contar pra ele quando pequeno, antes de dormir pra não se esquecer das raízes, sobre a cultura e a religião;

[✰] uma viagem de casal, estar no taj mahal cantando aquela música do jorge ben jor (tetê teterê terê), e você olha pra cara dele e ele ????

[✰] é por sua causa que ele começa a gostar mais de filmes de romance, seja bollywood ou não, especialmente aqueles vintage. Você até nota que ele meio que tá “aprendendo” com os protagonistas pra fazer igual contigo, falar igual contigo;

[✰] a personificação de um romântico incurável e mommy's boy. A mãe dele vira a sua mãe, ela é uma parte muito importante na vida dele, então você se dar bem com ela é crucial.

[✰] o tipo que manda bom dia e boa noite, um dorme bem, ou sonha comigo, quando não pode te ver. Que você fala algo sobre si, e ele nunca esquece. Que gosta de te contar sobre o dia dele, sobre as coisas que gosta, com os olhinhos até brilhando;

[✰] o homem que carrega a sua bolsa e o seu sapato, sem nem dizer um a;

[✰] te mostra os roteiros que está escrevendo. Diz, com as bochechas queimando, que se inspirou em algum traço seu pra escrever aquela personagem na trama;

[✰] o casamento de você dura uma semana. É um dia de festas no brasil, com os seus dois lados da família, uma festinha mais intimista em Londres, e o restante festejando com os parentes mais distantes da árvore genealógica dele. Lua de mel em alguma cidade histórica, depois uma passadinha numa praia pra fazer fotinhas caseiras de casal;

[✰] o maior marido pau-mandado. Sem discussões nesse tópico👩‍⚖️;

[✰] na cama, se você for esperta, vai saber muito bem como domá-lo. Ele, naturalmente, já é mais retraído, mas pode ser mais saidinho quando bebe uma gota de álcool ou quando você está muito tímida. Porém, é só pegar nos cabelinhos pretos dele e dizer um comando simples, que ele quebra;

[✰] do tipo que te fode com respeito, até te pede desculpas se te sujar demais de porra;

[✰] sexo com ele pode começar e terminar com os lábios dele entre as suas pernas que já tá bom. Muito overstimulation — mas como algo que vem naturalmente, porque ele ama tanto o seu sabor, que não sabe quando parar. Você pode estar tremendo, suada, sem voz e com uma lagrimazinha escorrendo no canto do olho, que ele vai continuar imerso no seu aroma, no gosto, na sensação gostosa que os seus gemidos abafados trazem pros ouvidos;

[✰] grande mamador de peitos;

[✰] a concha menor na conchinha. No entanto, porque não suporta a ideia de te ver xoxinha, é o maior abraço de urso quando você está mais manhosinha;

[✰] na verdade, com ele é uma competição pra ver quem é mais manhoso;

[✰] não é alguém de muitos fetiches. O grande fetiche dele é você, como vocês vão transar não importa. O importante pra ele é estar com você, dentro de você, podendo te dizer que te ama enquanto olha nos seus olhos;

[✰] bodyworship. sexo matinal lento. food play — porque ele é preguicinha, pode estar comendo algo que, se sentir tesão, não vai querer nem levantar da cadeira pra começar a te dedar;

[✰] o tipo de homem que se você pede pra ele te dar um tapinha, ele quase chora e diz mas você é minha princesa...

[✰] aqueles que não faz nada sem te consultar primeiro. Comprar essa roupa? Comprar essa verdura pro almoço? Cortar o cabelo? Pendurar esse quadro na parede? Sair da cama e ir trabalhar hoje? Hmm, vou ver o que a minha mulher acha...

[✰] se depender dele, vocês vão ter um time de futebol. As crianças correndo tudo numa casinha á brasileira com quintal, todo mundo poliglota;

[✰] dev pai de menino;

[✰] ciumentozinho, mas não sabe agir que nem macho alfa, então só fica com um bicão e mal humor;

[✰] músicas pra ouvir pensando nele — coleção (cassiano), planos (BK'), intimidade (liniker e os caramelows), madagascar (emicida), elephant gun (beirut), mania de você (rita lee), a história mais velha do mundo (o terno), samurai (djavan).

Bônus de momentos aleatórios com ele

chegar em casa depois do trabalho, e ele tá lavando a louça, abrindo um sorriso largo quando te vê | é o pai que vai ter toda a paciência do mundo pra sentar e ajudar os filhos a fazer dever de casa | época de provas na escola e as paredes da sua casa estão cheias de post it colados com tópicos que ele anotou pros filhos não esquecerem da matéria | acordar de manhã e encontrar um presentinho que ele comprou pra você, com uma cartinha e a dedicação dizendo benquisto amor da minha vida | ele está em todo lugar que pode pra te dar suporte, tirando foto das suas conquistas e acenando dentre a multidão pra você notar ele ali.

[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.