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um. perhaps everyone should go see monkey man. just maybe. consider.
If You'll Have Me
Dev Patel x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC NSFW 18+
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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!!!!!!!
Come Back to Me
Kid (Monkey Man) x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC
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Warnings: none!, very fluffy, comfort, y/n lives with the Hijra's but is not one themself, gender neutral reader, much wow, kissing, hugging, all the feels
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“Who are you?” A gruff yet quiet voice asked.
You turned around, pulling the damp rag out of the water bucket. You wrung it out before you made your way over to the man on the floor. He was trying to lean on his elbow but his stitches screamed at him. You kneeled in front of him, sending a soft smile to his cautious face, attempting to reassure him. You dabbed at the sweat gathered on his brow gently.
“I am Y/N,” he watched you intently, “I am a guest of the Hijras.” you motioned to the entryway.
You watched as his eyes looked behind you to the statue of Shiva and Parvati. “No one is looking for you here, you are safe.” You said as you held his cheek.
He looked at you, almost amazed by how soft your touch was. You went to pull away but he instantly held his hand over yours, not wanting to part with you yet. You grazed your thumb over his cheekbone, comforting him.
“Are you a Hijra?” He asked curiously.
You smiled and shook your head ‘no’. “I have no family… they took me in when the brothel discarded me. I fought back too often for their liking.” You sighed, remembering your old life before Alpha and the others took you in.
The man smiled, a fighter just like him. “I’m Kid.” He said, realizing he hadn’t introduced himself. He tried his best to sit up but groaned in pain before laying back down, defeated.
“Don’t,” you said, putting your hand on his chest to keep him down. “Rest now, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You assured him. You moved closer, gently lifting his head from the cold ground before moving it to your thigh. You pushed a few stray hairs out of his eyes before drawing invisible lines on his face to help him sleep. The kindest touch he had ever known. He watched for as long as he could before his eyes fluttered closed and sleep overtook him.
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You tended to him whenever he needed. Alpha teased you about how doting you were for the quiet man. He always spoke so softly to everyone, especially you. He sought you out more than anyone else just to spend time with you. You didn’t have to talk, just enjoy each others company. He watched as you prayed before the statue, not partaking himself. He still felt so much anger inside but he always felt at peace with you.
You glanced at him once you finished your prayer, crawling over to him as he sat against the wall with his knees up. You knocked your knees against his, sitting close. “You are in pain.” you said, gently playing with his fingers.
His face looked confused before he shook his head ‘no’.
“Not here,” you said, moving your hands over his arms and shoulders, “here.” you said, resting your hand over his heart.
He held his hand over yours before he sighed.
“Come.” you said, holding a hand out to him as you stood up.
He took your hand and stood. He quickly moved your hand to hold his bicep; you held his arm with a giddy smile - always the gentleman. He kept you close as you led him through the temple. “Alpha,” you said, getting the older Hijras' attention. “He’s ready.” you told them.
Kid looked at you with subtle fear in his eyes, “Don’t worry… Alpha will take care of you.” you smiled at him while holding his cheeks. “And I will be here for you after. Always.” you said before you softly placed your lips on his. You felt his body go rigid before melting completely. He pulled you closer by your waist, as if keeping you against him would give him all the courage in the world. You felt a tear hit you cheek, along with your own. You were scared for him deep down. You knew he could do the ritual, but that didn’t make you worry any less. “You are strong, you will pass through this and come out the other side victorious.” you said before pressing one more kiss to his lips. You turned to Alpha and gave them a hug, “Take care of him.” you whispered in their ear before you left the sacred chamber.
You paced the rest of the night. The other Hijras tried to comfort you as you paced a hole in the ground, your nails chewed down so much you almost started bleeding. You heard him scream throughout the night and each scream or sob made your heart ache. You wanted to help him but this is something he had to do alone. When the sun finally melted over the horizon and you saw Alpha leave the chamber you rushed them.
“Well?” you asked, instantly holding their hands.
Alpha smiled before patting your cheek softly. They walked off with a contented look.
You sprinted inside the chamber and saw Kid standing in front of the statue, hands pressed together in prayer. You walked up to him cautiously, seeing the tear stains on his cheeks broke you inside.
As if he sensed your presence, he opened his eyes. “Jaan…” he whispered before pulling you close and kissing you. This felt different - just as desperate as the first but more tender and sweet.
You held his face and he held yours, resting your foreheads against each other. You swayed slightly in silence for a moment. “Are you alright?” you asked him gently.
He nodded, giving your forehead a kiss, “I know my purpose now…”
You raised your eyebrows at him, “Oh?”
“Avenge my mother… and make sure I return to you.” he said, his voice sounding nervous and shaky at the end, “If you want, that is…” he finished.
“Always… may the gods protect you and keep you.” you said, blessing him. “You better come back.” you said, eyes watering slightly at the thought of his dangerous endeavors ahead.
He wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you tightly. “You are my purpose after all this is finished. You are all I have. Of course I’ll come back to you.” he said, kissing your head repeatedly as if he was trying to force his honeyd words into your brain through each kiss.
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Naboo's Note:
Hello! Long time no write :( very little motivation and time honestly but I am still trying I promise. Thank you for any and all support while I struggle bus until next week :/ ya'll are some troopers! XOXOXOXOXO
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Wifey
Dev Patel x Y/N - drabble - 527 WC
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Warnings: none this is so fluffy, maybe mention of injuries in regards to Dev but nothing serious at all
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You rushed through the doors of the hospital, instantly running to the nurse at the front desk. “Hi! How can I help -”
“Dev Patel, birthday April 23rd, 1990.” you said quickly.
The woman looked at you with an apathetic gaze, “Third floor, room 327.” she said.
You nodded at her and gave a small smile before making your way to the elevator. Once it reached the third floor you saw Dev’s manager and a few different crew members scattered in the hallway. You tried to make your way over to them but a nurse stopped you.
“Ma’am visiting hours are over, family only.” she stated, standing in your way.
You looked at Dev’s manager with a pleading look, tears starting to well up in your eyes.
“She’s his wife.” he said, walking over to you.
The nurse relinquished your arm as you made your way to Dev’s agent. You pushed your bag and jacket into his arms before opening and shutting the door once you were inside. Dev was asleep in the bed. You quietly walked to him, thumbing over his cheek gently as you looked over him. He had bruises all over. You frowned, eyes watering at the very notion of him being hurt.
“I’m fine baby.” you heard in a groggy voice.
Your head whipped to Dev. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in, “Oh my god, honey…” you trailed off, not sure what to say.
“It really looks worse than it is… a broken leg and a concussion aren’t that bad in the grand scheme of things.” he smiled at you.
You scoffed, moving to hug him softly “I’m just glad you’re alright. All they told me was that you were in the hospital.”
Dev’s eyebrows drew together, “How did you get in? Last I heard visiting hours were over…” he said.
“I may or may not have said I was your wife… Well, I didn’t. Your manager did. Either way that nurse wasn’t gonna stop me from getting to you. Fuck visiting hours.” you said with all seriousness.
Dev laughed at the last bit, holding his side with a groan. You raised an eyebrow at him, “Bruised ribs…” he said sheepishly.
You sighed, “Move over.” you said.
Dev scooted over in the bed, holding his arms open automatically. You crawled in, careful to avoid hitting any of his injuries. You kissed his neck a few times before resting your head in the crook of his neck, breathing him in.
“I’m glad you’re alright.” you whispered to him before pecking him on the cheek.
Dev snuggled his head into you before kissing your nose then your lips. “I’m sorry I made you worry… wifey.” he said, you could feel him smiling against you.
You let out a breathy laugh at the faux title, “Dork… you should get some sleep. Heal and all that shit. I love you” you said before kissing him.
Dev smiled, leaning his head against yours again, “Love you wifey.” he said, making a mental note to finally bust out that ring he bought 3 months ago as soon as he was out of the hospital.
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Naboo's Note:
Heyyyyy one small fic before my surgery on Tuesday. I hope ya'll enjoy, I have a few in my drafts so I will get around to posting those soon hopefully. :) ILYSM XOXXOXOXOXOXXOXO
The protagonist is named Kid in the credits. He is constantly surrounded by children who should not be in the situations that they have found themselves in. All of the children featured have been forced to grow up, and with the protag’s character name Kid, he has not moved on from the trauma of his childhood. This calls into question the lives of the children around him as his mother’s question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” haunts the narrative, showing that for many children, you do not get to choose.
I love how Dev Patel’s Character (I’m going to call him Hanuman) was told by his mother that his future can be found in the roots (lines) of his hands.
And how he tried to save his mother from the fire, grabbing with child’s hands, but instead burned his future away.
And how our first real view of them is when he bargains his way into a job that will lead him to the men that took his future away. Scarred, pale, blank and ruined.
Just like the monkey, Hanuman reached out to the burning desired life, and was supposedly stripped of his potential and power as punishment by the powers that be.
But then, with love and care from others battered, he was guided to his heart, and found it still beating and unfettered. A warrior’s heart.
And so drumbeat by drumbeat, he shaped himself, his hands, into a weapon of justice. To save the future. To remain nameless but to return vengeance upon those who would do others harm with no thought.
His hands, created by the past, shaped and balanced the future.
Something I appreciate about Monkey Man is how doesn't try to frame revenge as just a pointlessly violent, self-destructive pursuit the way many films do. I think it's because Dev Patel was unafraid of adding a political element to the story. The kid wants to avenge his mother, but he also doesn't want what happened to them to keep happening to others. The presence of the hijras really drives this idea home. They fight with him not only because he's their friend, but because Baba and the nationalist party will bring violence literally to their door even if they don't fight back. I often roll my eyes at anti-revenge narratives. I think Dev Patel gets what it's like to be a victim of systematic violence in a way most filmmakers seem not to. Revenge isn't just a selfish pursuit that perpetuates the ~cycle of violence~, it can also be a desperate desire for the violence to end.
lil treat for myself cause im tired
