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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

Pairing: Dympna Devers x (female) Reader

Summary: just another a late night hookup with Dympna in the back of his car

Warnings: bit of fluff, mostly smut, fingering, penetrative sex (m+f), creampie, cockwarming, minors DNI

A/N: look at me go with another idea coming to me whilst I fall asleep and quickly scrambling a note on my phone at like 2:30am💀 anyway I of course can’t post this without tagging @siempre-bucky and @mothdruid, enjoy my fellow Dympna whores😈😌

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Another day, another late night rendezvous with Dymphna in the back of his car.

Your stomach had fluttered the way it always does when you get that all too familiar text from him.

Pick you up at 11.

So now here you were, parked in some abandoned car park on the outskirts of town, sat in the back seat with Dympna's lips on yours, his one hand underneath your skirt. His other hand was draped around your shoulders as he held you against his side where you were sat next to him. You were leaning back against the seat whilst he towered over you. You feel him smirk against your lips as he reaches the apex of your thighs, his fingers skimming your folds.

“No panties?” He whispers huskily against your lips.

You let out a soft giggle before recapturing his lips with yours, delving your tongue into his mouth. You barely hear the small moan that leaves your throat when his fingers push into your folds, lightly brushing your clit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already” he groans into your mouth as his fingers run through your slit, gathering your slick.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night since you texted me” you bite his bottom lip, relishing in the sound he makes.

He then pulls back slightly to look at you, a small smirk curving the edge of his mouth.

“Oh yeah? Thinkin’ ‘bout what exactly darlin’?”

His eyes darken with a kind of smug lust when you gasp as he pushes a finger inside you. You bite your own lip now as you try and stop the almost embarrassing string of moans that threaten to leave you as he starts to pump his finger in and out of you slowly.

“You been thinking about this, hmm? ‘Bout all the things I’m gonna do t'ya in the back of my car?” He hums darkly.

All you can do is nod and bite your lip even harder as he slips another finger inside you.

“Hmm, y' like that don’t ya?” He smirks again as he watches you writhe under his touch.

You nod and let out a pathetic whimpered “yes” as he works his fingers even deeper inside you.

His pace is slow and languid as it usually is. He cherished these stolen moments with you and never wanted to rush things. He liked to take his time when he could. He pumps you slow but deep, his fingers curling to hit that sweet spot inside you with every thrust of his hand. You rock your hips in time with his hand, working towards a slow burn climax, a fire building in the pit of your stomach.

After a while he adds his thumb to the mix, rubbing it against your clit. You gasp and shudder at the new sensation, the fire in your stomach reaching an apex.

“Ah, D, I’m close” you whine, looking at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him to let you cum.

“I know love” he smiles down at you, a softness in his expression. “Go on, cum f'me baby,” he whispers fervently as he rubs his nose against yours.

His words finally tip you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you, radiating through every inch of your body. You keep your eyes on him as you fall apart on his fingers, knowing how much he loves to watch the pleasure stretch across your face.

“Atta girl” he praises as you start to come down from your high.

He smiles softly at you once more before he reattaches his lips to yours. He pulls his fingers out of you, swallowing the small squeak that sounds from you. Both of his hands find their way to your hips and he pulls you over to straddle him, spreading his legs out on the backseat. He groans into your mouth as you almost immediately begin to grind against his already hard cock where it strained against his acid-wash jeans. You whine lightly when his hands leave you but you’re quickly reassured when you hear the sound of Dympna’s belt buckle being undone. You then quickly hear the sound of his zipper going down and his soft moan as he pulls his aching and leaking cock free.

His kiss becomes sloppy and unfocused as he angles his cock to run the head through your wetness. You shudder as he runs it over your sensitive clit, your hips instinctively bucking forward, your body begging to have him inside you.

It doesn’t take long for him to relent and finally push his tip inside your waiting entrance. As soon he’s part way inside you his hands move right back to your hips, guiding you down onto his cock.

“Fuck” he groans as you finally sink down onto his cock, taking him to the hilt. “I’ll tell ya, I been thinkin’ 'bout this all day, thinkin’ about you all day.”

“Yeah?” You cock your head to the side and smirk at him.

“Mmm, yeah” he hums leaning back up into your mouth.

He pushes his lips roughly against yours one last time before he leans back on the seat, letting his head fall back so he could watch you as you start to slowly fuck yourself on his cock.

Dympna sighs as he throws his head back, his fingers digging roughly into your hips as he starts to guide you on his cock. You moan as you feel the head of his cock reach that sweet spot inside you. You lean forwards to take advantage of his thrown back head, assaulting his neck with kisses and bites, savouring the taste of him whilst you could. He groans quietly and squeezes his eyes shut for a second as he takes in the sensations of your hot mouth on his skin, your warm cunt around his cock, squeezing him so good as you always did.

You work in sync together, creating a lazy and languid pace. You both just relished how good you felt together, you were in no rush to reach your climaxes. You simply wanted to enjoy the physical closeness of getting lost in each other, getting lost in the pleasure. You both watch each other’s face as they twist in pleasure, your mouths hanging open, your eyebrows knitted together. The only sounds in the quiet night are your breathy moans, Dympna’s quiet groans, and the wet sound of his cock disappearing inside you repeatedly.

Your moans start to get louder and Dympna’s grip on your hip tightens as you both start to climb closer to your climaxes. You slide your hands up his chest, moving them behind his neck, pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck. You arch forwards over him as he slumps even further into the seat, pushing his hips up into you.

“Fuck, ya always feel s’good baby” he pants, rolling his hips beneath you.

He curses under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut again, his fingers digging into you with a bruising force.

“Shit” he breathes as his hips jerk under you, his cock pulsating inside you as he cums.

You moan into his skin and kiss at his neck again as you ride him through his climax, your continued up and down motion on his cock pushing his cum out of you, letting it leak into his lap. One of his hands comes between you to find your clit, circling it as you continue to fuck yourself on him.

You chant his name into the crook of his neck as you finally feel the burn in your stomach reach a precipice, your climax only moments away. And Dympna could tell.

He pinches your hips to get your attention, pushing you back slightly.

“Let me look at ya, baby. Let me watch ya cum” he pleads with you.

You obey him quickly, sitting up and locking your eyes with his. His mouth hangs open to mimic yours as moans fall freely from you, your body one the verge of tipping over into pure pleasure.

“Atta girl, that’s it. Cum again for me darlin’” he whispers as he quickens his circles on your clit; his words and increased speed being the final push you needed to fall over the edge.

You whine his name, your voice cracking, as you cum around him, your pussy clenching over his slowly softening cock. A lazy smirk lands on his face as he rubs you through your climax, happily watching the pleasure ripple across your face.

“Good girl” he murmurs as you slowly stop your grinding movements, coming down from your high.

Both of his hands reach up to cup your face, bringing you down to kiss him again. You both moan quietly into the kiss, your lips moving together like a dance only the two of you knew.

You don’t know how long you stay like that. Minutes, hours, even days could’ve gone by but you didn’t care. You just revelled in his lips on yours, his softened cock still sat inside you, his warm chest pressed against yours.

After a while you finally decide to move and get cleaned up. Dympna helps clean you and him with the wet wipes he keeps in the car for this exact reason. Once you’re cleaned up and dressed again he leans back against one of the back doors, his legs stretching out across the back seat. He lets you climb into his lap, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling your back tightly against his chest. He places a quick kiss to your cheek before he tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his chin resting on your shoulder. The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, just watching as the light of the morning sun slowly starts to bleed into the horizon.

“I missed ya” Dympna murmurs into the warmth of your skin.

You can’t help the butterflies that spread in your stomach and the smile that plasters your face.

“You saw me like two days ago, ya know?” You laugh softly.

“Still missed ya,” you feel him shrug behind you.

You twist around to face him, placing a soft kiss to his nose.

“I missed you too.”

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A/N: okay this ended up being a lot softer than I intended, but I actually really love it, soft!Dympna is taking a large portion of my heart rn🥺🥴 hope you guys liked this!!🥰🖤💫

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mothdruid · 2 years

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behave.

pairing: Dympna Devers x Female!Reader

summary: A job had gone wrong earlier, putting Dympna in a bad mood. Later when the two of you go out to the club, you flirt with another person. Dympna gets jealous and pulls you into the bathroom for a rough romp.

wc: 1.5k

warnings: 18+, smut, minors dni, cream pure, fingering, vaginal sex, rough sex

a/n: this is my first time writing a full fic for Dympna! gonna tag @waspswidows and @siempre-bucky cause they helped me a lot with this

The thrum of the music coursed through your body, feeling it deep in your chest. You leaned against the bar while a man spoke to you. Showers of compliments came from the man, but it was all a show. You didn’t really care about what he thought, there was only one thing on your mind. You looked back across the bar, locking eyes with the one you wanted the attention of.

Dympna.

The man had been ignoring you all night, too caught up in trying to forget about a job gone wrong earlier. The lights of the club added a red hue to his blonde hair, but his blue eyes stayed the same. He was watching you, making sure you didn’t do anything too out of hand. But that was what you wanted.

“Ya hear me?” The other man asked.

“Yea, sorry. I just got caught up in my thoughts.”

“Thoughts? How about we go somewhere, maybe I can clear them for you?”

You smiled fakely and tossed your head back, rolling it to the side to catch Dympna’s stare one last time. You winked at him before turning back to the man. Carefully running your hand down his arm.

“I’d like that.” You heard a little bit of noise behind you, signaling you were getting just what you wanted. The man’s attention pulled away from you as you heard Dympna stroll up. Dympna’s hand grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from the man’s arm.

“Te’ fuck you doin’?”

Dympna was fuming when he had finally reached you. “Getting your fuckin’ attention.” You bit back at him. Dympna smiled wickedly when he heard your words. He cocked his head to the side as he watched you a bit longer. He started pulling you away from the bar, the both of you forgetting about the other man at the bar. You could feel excitement flowing through your veins as Dympna’s grip didn’t let up.

Dympna pushed through the door to the bathroom. Your back collided with the wall of the bathroom as soon as the door was closed. “This what ya wanted?” Dympna pressed you hard into the wall, his forearm pressing into your collarbones and shoulders. All you could do was flash a smile, wanting to provoke him more.

It wasn’t often when Dympna was like this, but you couldn’t help but love when he got like this. The seriousness in his facial features, the way he would manhandle you. It made your cunt quiver. You went to squeeze your thighs together but Dympna shoved his thigh between them. “I’m not gonna be nice.”

The words were a threat, telling you to behave for him. His hands moved up to your face, holding you in place. You looked into his blue eyes, craving for him to crash your lips together. One of his hands moved to the side of your neck. “You gonna behave now?” You nodded as he smashed his lips into yours.

Teeth clashed as he pressed himself against you, the feeling of his hardening cock becoming more apparent. His lips felt like fire against yours, hot and suffocating. The hand at the back of your neck tightened, making you push into the kiss even more. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, dominating the inside of your mouth quickly.

The hand on your face moved down to your hip, pulling you impossibly close. Both of your hips fell into a rhythm, rolling and moving in harmony. The thrum of the music was more distant as the two of you continued. His hand moved from your neck to your chest, groping at your breasts. The thought of being caught flashed pushed to the front of your mind.

“D… the door..” Dympna smiled against your neck as he listened to you.

“Little change of attitude huh?” Dympna glanced over at the door while he pressed his thigh up into your core.

“No, I jus-” Dympna cut you off with his lips. The hand on your hip snaked around to the small of your back. He pulled back from you and pushed you towards one of the stalls. You stumbled into the stall as Dympna pulled the door shut, locking it before turning around.

“There, better?”

You pulled Dympna into you, whining once his lips connected with your again. He pushed you against the wall in the stall, thigh reconnecting with your core. Dympna’s hands connected with your hips, rocking them against his thigh as his lips battled with yours. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, his thigh and your hips rocking while your tongues swirled. You pulled back from Dympna, gripping the front of his button down.

“Dympna, I need more.” You whined.

“More?” Dympna snaked a hand to the front of your pants, rubbing hard against your core. His hand stopped to unbutton your pants, snaking down the front of your pants right after. His fingers moved between your folds, finding your clit immediately. Dympna let out a snicker as he noticed how wet you were. He brought his hand up to your face, resting on your cheek.

“Look at me.”

You brought your gaze to Dympna’s, moaning while he rubbed circles on your clit. Your orgasm was approaching and that’s why Dympna wanted you to look at him. Dympna had a thing for watching your face while you came. It was one of his favorite things about you, the way your face contorted while he was giving you so much pleasure.

His breath was hot on your face as he watched you. The door to the bathroom opened, making you pause, whipping your head to the stall door. Dympna smiled and kept up with his circles on your clit. Your hands moved to the wrist connected to the hand in your pants. Your eyes stared into his own as you silently begged for him to let up. “What? Don’t wanna be caught?”

You leaned against him as your orgasm rippled through you, your hips shaking in his hand. Dympna groaned as he watched you fall apart on his fingers. The both of you heard the bathroom door open again. Dympna nipped at the nape of your neck while he pulled his hand from your pants. “Turn around, I have ta’ fuck ya now.”

Dympna’s hands grabbed your hips and flipped you around, your front being pushed against the wall. Dympna put a hand on the wall near your face, the other gripping your hip. He rubbed his crotch into your ass, watching as your back arched and pushed back into him. “Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ dirty tonight.”

“All for you D. Only for you Dympna.”

“It’s Mr. Devers.”

Dympna leaned forward and nipped at your neck. He grabbed the waistband of your pants and panties, pushing them down around your knees. The sound of Dympna’s belt being undone filled the air. Dympna pulled his cock out, slapping it lightly against your ass a little bit. “Please Mr. Devers.”

“Don’ worry, I got ya’ babe.” Dympna lined up with you and pressed inside of you. You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you open. He bottomed out inside of you, stilling while his hand came up to your shoulder. “You’re so fuckin’ warm.” Dympna pulled out slowly before pressing back into you. You arched your back as the head of his cock ran over the sensitive spot inside of you.

“Fuck, right there.” You moaned as his hips snapped forward, a brutal pace being set. His breath was hot on the shell of your ear, his moans and groans filling your brain. You arch your back and lean back into Dympna, his hand tightening on your shoulder. He looked down to watch your plump ass bounce against his groin. His other hand kneaded at your ass while the hand on your shoulder shifted to your neck.

His grip on your neck tightened as he pulled you back, making your back arch harder. “So fuckin’ filthy for me.” His thrusts became more and more messy as the both of your orgasms approached. Fire lit across your skin as your orgams took over. Your cunt clenched around Dympna’s cock, your muscles holding him like a vice grip. Dympna moaned and thrusted into you one last time before spilling his cum inside of you. He rolled his head against your shoulder, arms wrapping around your midsection and pulling your back into his chest.

“Don’t do that again.” He whispered while kissing your shoulder. Dympna pulled out of you, the both of you moaning at the loss of contact. Dympna tucked himself back in his pants then quickly grabbed some toilet paper, holding it to your entrance while his cum slowly leaked out of you. Once almost all of it was on the toilet paper he tossed it in the toilet, flushing it down. You pulled your pants up and pressed a kiss to the cross tattoo near his eye.

“Let’s get goin’.” Dympna smiled as he unlocked the stall door ushering you out to the club. Instead of returning to the bar the two of you left, heading off to his car. The rest of the night you two stayed in the back of his car by the seaside.

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moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown · 2 years

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Dympna Devers random HCs because I am a whore for Barry Keoghan and all of his characters *minus Martin, but only because the accent was jarring*

Now, Dympna is not a very PDA heavy man, we can see this. But! He always has an arm around your waist, shoulder or holding your hip.

When you’re at the bar he likes to have one arm around your waist while waiting to shoot his turn at pool, or has you sat on his lap while he leans against the closest table.

He tends to pick at your clothes, like he tends to pick the little strings that come loose. It’s just a weird habit.

He likes to play with your hair when you’re just chilling on the couch with him, watching random shows or movies on some random day. He just wraps his arm around your shoulder or waist from under the blanket and just picks at your hair.

Sexy time he likes to look at you, he doesn’t kiss much during sex, he will, here and there, but he just needs to look at you, see how good he’s making you feel. See how you react to him.

For anniversary’s, or valentines he cleans up the train car and sets up a night for just the pair of you, if it’s cold he pulls out a little heater, he has puffy blankets, the works.

Your first time was in the back of his car. It wasn’t romantic per say, but it was weirdly nice. It was in a like car park overlooking the water, he made you as comfortable has possible, was the one time he kissed you non stop, like he just kissed your neck, your face, your chest, everywhere.

Family parties are wild nights. Most times you end up passed out with your head in Dympnas lap, him just drunkenly combing his fingers through your hair.

After care is top notch. In his own way. Meaning in the car he has wet naps to clean you off, he likes to have you wear one of his shirts after, he tends to bring you some water or food his mum made.

“Eat it yeah? Fucked the brain out of ya, so you’ll need this”

He calls you his ‘love’ ‘dove’ or ‘bunny’

Idk why he just seems like he would call you bunny. Not a lot, just random times.

It’s mostly ‘love’ or lovie.

He has talked about a family with you. When you were half awake, and he assumed you would just think it was a half asleep dream talk.

He loves to finger you, he doesn’t seem like he’s a guy who goes down often, but he loves, LOVES to watch you fall apart on his fingers.

And when he does go down, he makes you see god.

You kiss his little cross tattoo a lot. It’s sort of just a goodbye when you go out, or when he’s about to go deal with his uncles. Just a soft lil kiss to the tattoo.

He won’t say, but he love it so much.

He likes when you call him ‘Mr.Devers’ to tease him before you guys fuck.

Whisper it all sexy in his ear and he’ll be hard in less then a second.

#dympna x reader #dympna devers #dympna devers x reader #barry keoghan #druig #eternals #calm with horses #shadows of violence #dympna #devers #dympna devers x female reader #headcanon

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velvet-paradox · 2 years

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Traveler (Part Two)

Fandom: Calm With Horses/ The Shadow of Violence

Pairing: Dympna Devers x Female reader

Summary: your career as a photographer leads you to Ireland and an unsuspecting meeting with a well known family in town.

Length: Long

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, tobacco use, strong language, explicit content, phone sex, mutual masterbation, slight oral (f receiving), P in V (unprotected; wrap it up dummy), cream pie, heavily detailed smut.

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You didn't hear from the Irishman for a few days, and honestly you were on a hunt of your own. You'd overheard some kids mention the same name of one of the rock sites you were interested in, one that was already scrawled down on your handy notepad. You asked them about it as they pointed up the hill from where you had gotten breakfast, not the same diner where you heard the gossip, a but specific breakfast joint that faced the water.

You plopped in the coordinates into your phone and set off.

It was breathtaking, the whole island was but this place was magical as if you might actually see fairies or elves, maybe an albino mythical animal. Maybe this was a place where unicorns did exist. You got out your camera and snapped quite a few ethereal pictures, these would fetch you good price back home for sure.

The misty mountains behind you made this place feel like a dream and in a sense it was. You sat on the trunk of your rental, just basking in the beautiful sight around you, a lone sheep trotted across the road and down a little hill just out of view, it's fluffy beige body dipping out of sight as your phone rang.

You smiled and answered. "Hi."

"How do, Yankee girl? gettin' into trouble are ya'?" Dympna joked through the phone.

"I'm doing just fine, what are you up to?"

"Jus' wonderin' the same, what are you doin' in a few hours? say around two..."

You checked your watch, it was just a little past noon. "I'll be back down the hill by then, why?"

"Why don't you let me pick you up, I'll show ya' the beach, yeah? the sun'll be nice an' high by then."

"Sure."

"Yeah?" he sounded excited and you felt the same, you weren't expecting this trip to turn out this way, but were thrilled nonetheless. "You'll go out wit' me?"

"Sure Dympna, I'm on my way back now, should be at the hotel in a few."

"Excellent! alrigh' I'll see you then!"

Dympna was right, the clouds had parted and the sun snuck out just as you heard a few loud honks below your window, you looked out and saw his little red car parked out front, then his blonde head from the drivers side window. He hung both arms out of it, drumming on the door.

He waved at you as you came out of the doors, the doorman holding it open for you as you thanked him. Dympna hurried out of the car, ran around to your side and opened the door for you.

He smiled so wide his dimples looked the size of potholes in the sun. "Told ya' I was a gentlemen!" He shut the door, slapping the hood before hopping in next to you and took off, no doubt going over the speed limit as you drove around a bend towards the beach.

The sand was hot beneath your feet, shoes and socks left behind on a blanket he'd brought out from the trunk. You both rolled up the bottoms of your jeans to your calves, though it didn't matter as you made it down to the crushing waves, he took your hand as you ran down to the water. It was freezing! you shrieked while he doubled over and laughed, you kicked some of the water at him when a wave rushed up. He chased after you when you took off, he called out after you as you ran, steering past a few kids building a sandcastle and mote.

"You like it?" Dympna asked when you made it back to your blanket, lounging on your sides, facing each other though he was the one to be facing the high sun, squinting and yielding up his hand along his smooth brow.

"I love it, it's beautiful."

"Sure is," out of the corner of your eye, as usual you could see him watching you. His scent of tobacco and cologne now tinged with the salt from your frolicking. Your arm shook so you propped yourself up on both elbows instead of one. You turned to face him but he was quick to turn away.

"Why do you do that?"

"Do want, Yankee?" He looked out at the water with a coy grin.

"I know you're looking at me but when iI look you're always quick to turn away."

"Exactly!" he exclaimed and dropped onto his back, he'd rolled up the sleeve of his sweater, tucking his jacket beneath his head in a makeshift pillow. "Can't have you catchin' me lookin'."

"But why don't you just let me look at you back?"

Dympna made a face in the sun, still squinting. "It's too real, you're too real. Besides I'm tryin' my hardest not to kiss ya' every two minutes, so."

Oh.

You smiled and wiggled your toes, you felt your cunt clench at the way his voice dropped. You licked your lips at his unsuspected answer, though you had realized when he did talk to you his eyes always went to your mouth first then your eyes. "You want to kiss me?"

"O' course I do! been thinkin' about since I saw you at the diner, jeez."

You shifted when he closed his eyes, when he opened them you were blocking out the sun for him as you hovered above him, he dug his head back into his jacket. He squinted at you anyway. You stilled your shaky hand on his chest before speaking again.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course ya' can."

"Are... are you really as dangerous as I've heard?" Blood pounded in your ears as if you were at the front of bass speaker at a music festival. You watched him work his jaw for moment and thought you might have misspoke, you bit your lip in anticipation.

Fuck.

Dympna sighed but grabbed your shoulder before you could move back from shading him. "You've no doubt heard about my family since ya' been here I suppose. I'm not dangerous Y/N, if I 'ave to get mean I can but for the most part that's Arm's job. He gets it done. Don' get me wrong now we're a powerful family here, we can shift our weight when we need to but if they stay in line so do we. We're not in the killin' business if that's what yer thinkin', more like... we'll knock ya' around a bit but we won't kill ya'," his hand moved up the side of your neck holding you there and keeping full on eye contact. He licked his lips and you saw his Adam's apple shift. "I'm loyal to those I need to be loyal to, I'm trusting just the same way, understand?"

You nodded.

"Does that scare you?"

You tilted your head a bit and shrugged. "A little."

Dympna smiled sweetly. "You don't need to be scared o’ me girly, you've been good to us an' we'll continue to be good to you."

You surprised not only yourself but the man beneath you when you bent down and kissed him. He didn't move at first, you could feel him jerk under your hand but then his lips started to move against your own, savoring your taste. He hummed against your mouth, you could feel the corners of his lips turned up in a smile as he deepened it, his free hand covering your own on his pectoral.

He nipped your bottom lip, swiping over it with his tongue as he slid it over your own.

"Aye get a room you two! there's wee ones about!" Someone shouted near by, grumbling.

Unfortunately Dympna's phone rang from his pocket next to your hip.

"Ah fuck off." He mumbled against your kiss, waving his hand on your neck way at the air around you.

"You should get that," you breathed but continued. "Might be important."

He shook his head, "Nothin' as important as right now."

His phone rang a second time and he pulled away with a grouchy face and plumper lips. "Fucks sake! what?," he pinched the bridge of his nose with a defeated groan talking about a job. He hung up and gave you a pouty look. "Sorry Yank, got a job to do gonna' have to cut this short."

"You do what you have to." You pushed off him to get your things but he stopped you short, pecking the tip of your nose before he tapped it with his finger, then pointed to your mouth.

"I'm quite fond of your kissing."

You felt hot when you stood, putting on your shoes. "I'm fond of yours too." You smiled, licking his drying spit from your mouth.

"I'll drop you off at the hotel, don' worry. I'll call you later."

....

As you settled into bed you're mind wandered back to Dympna. Meeting and hanging around the locals was apart of your job, of course they know their providence more than anyone else, where and where not to go, what hill was the best for wildlife, what creek was the prettiest at a certain time of day or where could you get the best tasting fish. But you weren't planning on kissing any of them except for Dympna.

You felt unnaturally comfortable and ease with the man even though you shouldn't. You bit your lip as you thought about it, how often you'd heard the Devers name and how the people in twin talked about them. They had some skin in the game, Arm was a good guy you could tell, even if he was the muscle of the operation.

The fresh cuts to his knuckles told anyone who dared to ask.

Dympna told you you were safe, weren't a target as long as he was around. An honorary member while you were in Ireland but-- was it wise? You'd had a few run ins in other countries and States so this wasn't new but you had to keep your eyes and ears open.

You turned out the lights.

Not ten minutes later your phone rang, blurring your vision as you grabbed it from the nightstand.

"How do, Yankee girl?" Dympna sang into the phone and you smiled.

"Hey yourself. How was the job?"

"Oh that? Not too bad. Guy knew we were coming, had our money already set out and everything! Smart man. Listen I was thinking about today, at the beach..." you thought for a moment he'd bring up the kiss but he surprised you with a question instead. "You ever been to the beach at night?"

"Can't say that I have, why?"

"Excellent! There's a full moon Friday night, thought maybe you'd like a night date, bring your camera and get some good shots, yeah? They are called shots right?"

You laughed and imagined his cute face all scrunched up in question. "Yeah. That sounds like fun."

You heard Dympna hum through the phone followed by some light rustling.

"You're having a lot fun on this trip huh?"

"I am. You're a bonus."

"Oh! I like the sound of that, so." You could hear more shifting on his end, no doubt himself getting tucked into bed too. It was well after midnight. "I had fun today."

"You told me that already, when you dropped me off."

"I know I know," you could hear the lilt and smile in his voice. "Can't 'urt in telling you again. You know... we could have some fun right now if you want."

Oh.

You switched ears, your heart plummeted down to your feet. "And what kind of fun are you talking about?"

"The phone sex kind." Dympna laughed.

You wiggled your toes against the soft sheets, honestly you weren't opposed to the idea. After he'd dropped you at the hotel you couldn't stop thinking about kissing him, how he smiled against your lips.

"What do you think?"

"I think you're trouble."

Dympna laughed. "How's about you put me on speaker then, put me next to your head."

You did as he asked, his voice filled up the space. "What do you want me to do now?"

Dympna was good, damn good. Maybe too good. His voice dropped a little lower, a playful tone in the way he talked to you, asking you to grope your chest and close your eyes. When Dympna sighed you moved your hand between your legs when his exclamation that he was touching himself on the other end. You moved the phone closer and could just barely hear his stroking.

You hummed.

"You sound delighted sweetheart."

"I am," you purred, opening your legs. "I can hear you."

"Good. I wan' you to hear me, I'd like to really hear you though."

A thought twisted its way up your spine and turned on the lightbulb, you bit your lip and moved the phone between your legs, settled just near your cunt.

Tearing off your panties you circled your clit before moving your fingers between your lips, fingering yourself for the man on the phone. You moaned. "Can you hear that?" you added a second finger, pulling them out with the sound of your arousal.

"Oh fuck, yeah sweetheart I can hear that," Dympna groaned again when you moved them in quick succession, building your orgasm that would surely rip through you in a sudden flurry if he kept this up. "All that for me, then? wish I could see it."

"You will." You gasped, using your other hand to grope your chest again, pumping your fingers in and out. Dympna grunted into the phone, the vibration of his voice and growing pants for release had you bucking your pussy into your hand. "Ha I'm close!"

"Shit yeah me too, keep those legs open and get yourself off. Bet you got the cutest little face right now." Dympna whined and you pinched your face, your mouth falling open as you felt yourself twitch and tighten around your fingers.

"I'm coming oh my-" your words garbled into a whimpering mess, soaking your fingers imagining it was the man on the phone, curling his fingers inside you.

"That's it that's it, sound so damn good sweetheart. Fuck yes!" Dympna groaned a few times, you had just pulled out your wet fingers at the sound of him coming. You breathed and moved the phone closer, back up to your ear.

"Now that was fun." You giggled.

"Didn't I tell ya' sweetheart?" Dympna said with a smile on his voice, you head him cleaning up a bit before he talked more about your night date before you two said goodnight.

....

He picked you up that Friday night, well into pitch dark territory as you walked down the beach. He was right, a night time beach date was absolutely stunning. You got some great shots of the waves on the surf, crashing against the sand in the moonlit sky. The stars were incredible. You were definitely going to get at least one award for these pictures; you were certain of it.

It had started to drizzle. You didn’t mind but the way Dympna had voiced his annoyance, hiding and smoking beneath his coat had you putting your things away; suggesting you two head back to your hotel. Dympna liked that idea, he ran around to your door first, opening it as a flash of lightning you wished you would’ve caught on camera lit up the sky over the water. He hopped, giving your shoulder a quick squeeze before starting up the old red beater.

Dympna sat on your bed, boots left unlaced against the door, his leather jacket tossed away by your open and messy suitcase scrolling leisurely through your laptop. You came out of the bathroom and he smiled up at you, his hand holding his jaw.

"You said I could get a print if I wan' it right? Can I have a few more than one?" You nodded.

"Which ones do you like best?"

He clicked a few and you memorized each one but stopped when he took your hand. "I'd also fancy a request."

"A request huh?"

"I'd like one wit' you before you head out. For memory sake... and in case I do make it to America one day, I can show 'em the most beautiful girl I know and where to find 'er "

You felt your body warm through, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. He was a charmer this Dympna and you were under his spell for sure.

"Suave. Of course we can take a few."

"Good."

His smile stretched all the way and possibly past his hairline, he kissed your temple when he got up to use your bathroom.

He came out with a grin. "That's a nice fuckin' bath you got in there!"

"I know I'm gonna miss that thing when I go home, I took one earlier.”

Dympna hummed and nodded, looking into the larger bathroom then back to you as you moved your laptop to the dresser. "You wanna take another one?"

Your head snapped just as he wiggled how eyebrows and bit his bottom lip. "Now?"

"Yeah. Why not? Take a bath with me."

"Pretty bold of you to ask but," you moved over to him, your hands on his ribs while all he could was look at you with a heated gaze. "Sounds like fun."

And it was. It really was. You watched him pull at the back of his shirt, fumbling with his belt and jeans. He stood there in his dark boxers briefs, joking that you were clearly over dressed. You out your arms up for him to undress you. He took his time looking over your skin, calling you beautiful with every new inch of exposed skin.

You may have glanced down when Dympna slid out of his boxer and Dympna maybe looked a little too long at your breasts before you got in the tub. You shut off the water. Dympna got in first, flicking little hot droplets on your skin before you joined him, your back against his chest.

You couldn't be certain if he was hot already or if it was from the bath, either way it was giving you goosebumps and made the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand.

His arm came up to rest on the side of the tub, his fingers dipping into the water.

"This is nice." You said and leaned back against him, he moved his head for yours to rest against his shoulder.

"Know what would be even nicer?"

You hummed and closed your eyes. "What?"

Dympna moved his other hand beneath the water and cupped your mound. You gasped but didn't move.

"Is that a yes sweetheart?" You shivered at his voice in your ear.

"Yes."

Once you felt his fingers start to move you felt like you were on fire, his toned muscles flexing languidly building you up for what the Irishman had planned.

Apparently it was to break you apart, little by little he stroked between your folds, separating your lips, getting a good feel of your count. You splashed in the water and Dympna chuckled.

"Easy girl, easy. I've got you."

The way he moved his fingers, stomach muscles tightening against your back had you whimpering in his hand, the other came up and held your neck. He told you to open your eyes and when you did he was smiling sweetly, his lip between his teeth as he teased your opening with one finger then another. You moaned, your brows furrowing with delight. His fingers felt better then your own, fragments of your phone sex call bloomed in your brain. He pulled them out only to watch your face contort when he pushed them back in.

The barely there scar and tattoo on his face had never looked more soft.

"That's it. God you feel incredible, so fuckin' pretty in my lap like this. Does it feel good sweetheart?" Dympna asked, still holding your face under twitching digits.

"Yes! Oh my god yes..."

The only sounds were splashing water and his working breath on your face. You stretched when little gap there was left between you and kissed him sloppily, swallowing the moan that now filled your mouth when he started to fuck his tongue against your own.

You pulled away with a groan of your own, looking down between your legs at his thrusting hand. "Dympna please..."

"Oh that's nice. Cry for me again sweetheart."

He pulled them out again, circling and rubbing your clit faster and faster until you cried, grabbing the sides of the tub for purchase as he finally succeeded in breaking you. You came with a high wail of his name.

He brought his hand to a slower pace, using the pads of four fingers to linger on your clit, pressing down just a little more as you panted against him. You blinked rapidly as if from some delicious dream but you were there, right there in his arms and in this tub.

"Amazing." Dympna kissed you again, softer this time and without care, just talking your mouth pressed to his. Plumb and swollen from your own assault. He licked the corner of your mouth.

"Bedroom. Now." You sighed, your already worked cunt squeezing around nothing at the way his blue eyes darkened just a tad, a knowing smirk rising up his flushed cheeks.

"Ah you wan' more of Dympna then, huh?" He asked damn well knowing the answer. He laughed when you climbed out of the bath tub, legs a little wobbly as you grabbed a towel and tossed one his way.

....

Dympna enjoyed the way you clung to him, clearly trying to get as close to him as possible, trying to mold yourself into him. You didn't know where you ended and he began, he had you splayed out on your back, still a little damp but neither one of your could be bothered to care.

He was fucking intense with that eye contact, picking up on what you liked as he gripped your hip glued to his waist. Dympna squeezed your thigh as he fucked down into you, his healthy cock had spilt you damn near in two especially if he hadn't eaten you before hand. Which he did, moving his mouth over your slit, teasing your hole with the sharp tip of his tongue. His dyed hair may have been short but what you could hold onto, you pulled him as close as possible to your pussy.

Dympna made you cum that way first before stroking himself against your mound and stomach, he had circled the blunt head of his hard cock around your clit a few times before holding himself steady and rocked into you.

Dympna's cock punched the air from your lungs, holding onto his forearms while he studied you beneath him, a low groan of his own filling the room.

He was on the verge of drooling, you could see it glisten over his bottom lip. You leaned up and kissed him, whining into his mouth while you dug your fingernails into his triceps, dragging them down made Dympna snap his eyes shut.

"Holy fuck sweetheart. Ya' feel so fuckin' good, could fuckin' stay like this forever. God dammit, so fuckin' tight for me. You're on cloud fuckin' nine ain't ya' sweetheart? can feel your cute pussy gripping me damn good too." Dympna pressed himself off to one side, holding onto the arch of your foot against the outside of his thigh, you whined and pressed your head back into the pillows.

"Yes," you kissed his forearm, giving the inside meat a gentle bite. Dympna grunted and circled his hips, when he did that though he hit something deep inside your cunt that had you on the verge of tears. You sobbed again. "Fuck me. Harder Dympna, harder."

He bit at the inside of his cheek and gave you a nod, he gave one of your breasts a half solid slap, enjoying the way you arched up into him as he pinched the other nipple getting you to make a noise you hadn't made before. He picked his pace, sitting back onto his haunches with his hands under your back so your shoulders pushed into the mattress.

He was building himself up, gather up both of your legs underneath the backs of your legs, hefting them over one shoulder.

"Good fuckin' pussy sweetheart," Dympna grunted, giving your knees a quick and messy kiss as he continued to pound into you. His nails might have short and blunt but you could feel the way they dug into your skin, pinching the flesh there. "Ya' so fuckin' wet for me, yeah? beautiful... just b-beautiful. Can' wait for you to cum on me, fuckin' soak my cock sweetheart. Gonna' make me mess outta' you."

You moaned at the thought, gripping the sheets beneath you. You felt it, the steady pulse of blood in your ears, your heart hammering along with that satisfying ache that had been laid out by Dympna brick by brick.

"Yeah, God yeah. I'm close, I'm gonna' cum." You panted.

Dympna lifted your hips just a few inches more that had you fucking spiraling, your eyes blurred shut as you felt his fingers swipe against your clit, using the same momentum he had in the tub to get your off.

You yelped and made another garbled noise that was meant to be his name but came out odd. Your chest heaved, your own hands going to hold just under your ribs, under your bouncing breasts.

Dympna growled at the sight, you clenched around him. Your mouth fell open with a silent sound as you gripped him, your walls holding his cock nice and snug.

"Tha's it sweetheart, fuck sake!" Dympna hung his head, centimeters from clocking his forehead to yours, he dripped sweat. "So fuckin' good. Ya' gonna milk me then? make me cum too..."

"Cum inside me," you held onto him, the thick slap of his hips against the backs of yours cacophonied around the room. "Please, wanna' feel you wanna'--"

That set him off; Dympna held your legs tighter as he looked down at you one more time, three more delicious thrusts had him grinding his jaw. He came with a pained voice, a grunt that had turned into an obscene moan when he filled you up. Fucked you empty only to made full of him.

Dympna collapsed on top of you, out of breath and fucking spent. You held him to your collar by the back of his head, your nails in the blonde mop of hair at the top of his head. You stroked his back, an attempt to soothe him down. His back muscles twitched like his cock still hugging your walls.

"What I tell ya' sweetheart," Dympna mumbled against your skin, giving the column of your throat a few sloppy and tired kisses. "Stick wit' me and y-you'll be bound to have some f-fun."

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Ok but imagine Dympna fucking you real good, like with your legs thrown over his shoulders so he’s hitting that spot *just* right so your eyes keep fluttering closed but he grabs your chin so you’re looking right at him and he commands you to keep your eyes locked on his or else he’ll stop 🤤🤤 I gotta take a cold shower now

this is so fucking hot.. i might just.. write... a... drabble...

Dympna groaned as he looked down at you. He loved the way you looked, folded in half with your legs up on his shoulders. His thrusts were unrelenting, making your cunt tighten around him. You tossed your head to the side and closed your eyes.

"Don't," Dympna's head came up, grabbing your jaw tightly, "Fucking look at me." You brought your gaze back to his icy blue one. His hand gripped your jaw tighter, his thrusts becoming more brutal. The head of his cock was beating on that spot inside of you, making your abdomen tighten.

"D.. Dympna!" You kept you eyes locked with his as he continued. Your toes began to curl as your legs stiffened. Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, making your body start to rock against him.

Dympna's lips curled into a devilish grin as he kept fucking you. His eyes staying with your own. He let out a groan, "I'm gonna cum for ya." You nodded fervently as you waited for him to reach his own climax.

After a few more thrusts he quickly pulled out and folded your legs against your chest. He rested his cock on top of your clit and cunt, coming on you. A little bit shot up on to your stomach as you opened your legs a tiny bit.

"Fuck, look so good covered in me." Dympna moaned while watching his cum drip down you, covering more and more of your cunt.

@siempre-bucky @waspswidows

i got a little goodie for you guys

#moth talk #abby answers #anon #dympna devers #dympna devers smut #dympna devers imagine #dympna devers drabble #dympna devers x reader #dympna devers x female reader

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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thought. YOU tying dympna up and teasing him.. 👀

-💋

OKAY OKAY NO BC LET’S UNPACK THIS SHALL WE

And by unpack I mean turn into a headcanon lmao

I personally don’t think Dympna would like the idea of him being tied up too much

So first and foremost it would take a lot of convincing but eventually bc he’s so infatuated with you he says he’s willing to try it

I have to imagine this is saved for a special occasion where he rents a hotel room for the two of you for a night so you won’t be disturbed by anyone, I mean him living with six sisters is not ideal

Anyway so you start with a super intense make out session where you’re just trying to get him to relax

You push him down into the mattress and just straddle him, gently grinding your hips onto his as you lose yourselves in each others’ mouths

You continue to kiss him even as you lift up his hands and tie them to the headboard with a lil scarf

He grunts and pulls against them immediately which just makes you smirk into the kiss

So now you know the restraints are secure you sit up so he can’t kiss you anymore but you just keep grinding your hips against him, feeling his hardened cock strain against his jeans

You undo his button down, letting it hang open, and you rake your nails down his chest, causing him to groan loudly

You take your own shirt off so he can admire your tits, he strains against the ties and does his best to buck upwards, just so desperate to touch you

He’s definitely got the biggest and most pathetic pout on his face

You tease him even more by playing with your tits yourself as you continue to rock against him

“C’mon babe please, stop teasin’ me” he’s a whining mess underneath you

You giggle at how much he’s panting and squirming, pulling hard against the restraints

But eventually you cave, pulling his jeans and boxers down

You’ll kiss all over his torso, kissing down to his pelvis, letting your mouth get tantalisingly close to his aching cock but still not touching it yet

He’s almost getting angry in his need for you touch him, pulling alarmingly hard against the ties, hips bucking upwards

You smirk up at him just before you finally take him into your mouth

You blow him until he just on the verge of cumming but pull your mouth off him just in time to stop him from climaxing

“Fuck!” He’d almost yell, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes in frustration

You kiss back up his chest until your mouth finds his again, he almost bites you with how rough he kisses you now

You hitch up your skirt, pull your panties to the side, and finally sink down onto his cock, keeping your eyes on his all the while

You start slow, still relishing having the power to tease him and control the pace

It’s only once he’s literally begging beneath you (“please baby move, please” he’s panting mostly to himself) that you finally start to pick up the pace and ride him to the fullest extent

He’s fucking up into you as well, doing his best to move what little he can

Once you’ve both cum together, looking into each other’s eyes no less, you’ll kiss him gently again as you undo the ties

He’s SO quick to put his hands back on your body as soon as they’re free, he's running his fingers all over your body, pulling you tightly against him

Once you’ve cleaned up and are now snuggled in bed you ask him how he liked it

He chuckles and said it was good, but he missed being able to touch you

Lots of snuggling afterwards, he literally cannot stop pinching and grabbing at you, just happy to have his hands free and be able to feel you again

I just wrote this in like 20 minutes bc I am so fucking whipped for Dympna lmao, hope you guys like this😵‍💫😮‍💨🥴

Of course I have to tag my beloveds @siempre-bucky and @mothdruid

- Hope🐝

Masterlist

#waspswidows #dympna devers #dympna devers imagine #dympna devers smut #dympna devers x reader #dympna devers x you #dympna devers headcanon #dympna devers x female reader #barry keoghan #calm with horses #💋 anon

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velvet-paradox · 2 years

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Traveler (Part One)

Fandom: Calm With Horses/ The Shadow of Violence Pairing: Dympna Devers x Female reader Summary: your career as a photographer leads you to Ireland and an unsuspecting meeting with a well known family in town. Length: Long Warnings: eventual NSFW 18+ ONLY, tobacco use, alcohol consumption, strong language, explicit content, though they know your name you’re commonly referred to as Yankee or Yank. Tagging: @synnersaint @druigbarnes01 @littleplutoisaplanet @brookisbi @yoursopretty15 @marauderswhoree @azurewitch @autumnrose929 @badbitsh13 @123crossiant123 @mrsmooneyshouse @milklungsblog @sniwstrom @pjnkhoe @dreadwolfxoxo @mrsilovevillains @unbetiteltlife @xkaoruu @purebillskarsgardtrash @barryswifey @mrsniallhoran505 @heylolitahey13 @emilie1993 @enchantingeggslimepeanut @oh-yeah-i-exist @greekktragedyy @celtic-orgin @alivnysstuff @itsthestutterforme @shityoudidntaskfor @tompetersebbuckyhazleo @chainsawvigilante @mothdruid @purebillskarsgardtrash @amberrubens

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Apparently there wasn't much to do around here in Glenbeigh then gossip as this was now the third time you'd heard of the Devers family. The topic of conversation was held between two older men with thick accents you could just make out in between solid syllables a few covered booths down.

"Those Devers are trouble all trouble, the lot of 'em."

"Don' I know it! You hear what that daft Dympna did the other night, right?"

"Christ now what?"

"We're having some drinks some laughs, kids playin' pool an' all that with the big man no 'arm no foul, next thing I know is that little shite smashes a bottle against this kids head! really starts layin' into 'em too, thought he shot his bolt! Starts kicking him, then an' ol' Arm comes round and had to pull 'em off the boy to make him stop. He's in over his head."

"Jeez. That kid is a menace. What would his father, rest his soul, say?"

You didn't mean to eavesdrop but their voices were deep and carried across the whole restaurant. You finished your fries, making it a point not to get too friendly to those kinds of people. Breaking bottles on people's head was not on your itinerary.

You'd come here to the west side of Ireland a few days ago, the cascading sights and landscape and not to mention the ancient rock sites that intrigued you the most had brought you from your home in the states to Ireland for your profession. You were determined to get an award winning photograph this year, you came in third for Top 10 of the year.

You're hobby as a child has blossomed into a full fledged career and it brought you here. So far you'd taken a few beautiful stills of roaming wild sheep along the two line road, you pulled over immediately in your rental giddy as the day as is long to see the fluffy little things. Just out there, in the wild living their best lives in the countryside.

You'd been all over the globe, India, the African Coast, Columbia all of it beautiful snapping an array of stills and portraits along the way filling up your professional portfolio and some for your own fun. Ever your mother's daughter some back home liked to remind you as if you could forget, while she dives into oil pastels and watercolors you took up the lens always observing what would seem mundane or ordinary, you two had an eye for that sort of thing.

Those candid shots were hung up in your place back home. You picked up your camera left your tip on the table and chimed through the doors, the fresh air and mist from the nearby hills filled you with promise.

"You ain't from around 'ere." A man stated, though the typical camera in hand would've given you away in any country. You looked up to see where he was, leaning against his side of matte red two door car, parked right behind your rental. He had a nice build from what you could see, in a leather jacket and deep colored jeans. He smoked a cigarette.

"That obvious huh?" You smiled and walked up to him.

The man had darker hair underneath the blonde highlights up top with the back and sides shaved, he smirked and held up two fingers and wrinkled his nose. His eyes were the palest blue you'd come across so far and one held a little tattoo at the corner of it. "Just a little. You any good, Yankee?" He pointed his cigarette at your camera.

"Good enough."

"Take my picture then. Go on, let's see." The man straightened up, fisted the front of his jacket and posed like a real natural, cigarette dangling like James Dean with his chin up. You told him so and he grinned with the cigarette between his teeth.

You laughed and adjusted your camera, stepping back onto the curb. You snapped a few candid's. He pushed off from the car when you turned it around so he could see the screen.

"Not bad not bad. What are you doin' here anyways? business or pleasure?" He flicked the rest of his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out a few times with the heel of his boot.

"Both," you shrugged. "That old saying is true, if you love what you do it's not really work."

"I hear ya'."

"What about you?"

"Business." He pointed to building next door, unsuspecting and simple. You might have to snap a few shots before you went back to your hotel.

"I won't keep you then, I'll be around for a bit if you want a print of your pictures." You started to walk to your car and you could feel him watching you do so.

"Aye hold on there Yankee! I didn't catch yer name. How am I supposed to find ya'?" He held his hands out at his sides just a burly man stepped out from the building, he looked at you and then to the smirking man with a frown.

"Y/N and you?"

He grinned and took a playful bow. "Dympna. Guess I'll be seein' you around, Yank."

You smiled and got into your car, the bigger man walked around to the passenger side as you looked through the side view mirror. You could see them talking in the car when you signaled and went back to your hotel room for the night.

....

You had asked more than a few locals for some shooting locations, their favorite rock sites or some places they thought you should see. You made another entry into your pocket notebook, tucking it into your back pocket. One young man shouted out a few bar names, one of which was a dive and the other pretty hoppin' club as he said, his words not yours. You wrote those down too.

Leaves and branches crunched under your boots as you found a nice hiking trail one of the women in town had suggested, it was beautiful and almost out of a fairy tale as the more trees you passed you began to notice a whimsical pattern.

'Fairy Crossing' signs were abundant, little stones made up little piles along with mushroom rings. You took pictures of those and of the little painted birdhouses you saw attached to the trunks of large trees. The lookout from that spot would look great in your hallway you thought as you took a few more, turning your head to get the right shot.

You froze along the path, a deer had bounced into your frame, it blinked and looked away but not before you caught it scampering off. When you looked at the faun it was just on the end of being blurry, another one for back home you thought as you went over some of the pictures.

You put your things away and took a shower, the dirt and grim from your trip into the woods clung to your clothes and shoes and with the added mist in the air here it hung around your face and hair as well. With nothing to do you pulled out your notebook looking at the names of places yet to be visited. The suggested bars jumped out at you, not one over the other as you bit your lips you made your decsion and checked the distance on your phone, neither one was too far from each other or you, you felt safe enough for walking distance enjoying the nightlife as much as you could.

You could hear the music before you saw the club, bassy and it reminded you of home. You smiled and made your way in, that young kid was right you thought as the place was packed though you could still hear each other talk if you wanted a conversation. The red and pink lights that danced along the darker walls was pretty and created a nice ambience that you appreciated and thought of the way it would look on camera. A set of pool tables was in the far back, made known by the laughter and clacking of pool balls, there was a decent dance floor too. You smiled and made your way through a group of shit talking friends, side stepping out of the way to the bar top.

It only took a few minutes for the bartender to notice his newest patron. A young guy with a shaved head slid down to you, leaning over to hear your drink request. You smiled and opened your mouth just as you heard a raucous shout from the game room side of the club.

You turned your head to see Dympna there with his arms out wide, a dimpled smile on his hard face. "Yankee!" he laughed and shook his head to the beat dancing his way with some pretty fancy footwork over to you, he looked different out of his thick leather jacket. He worn an opened black and white striped button down with a bleach white tank underneath again with the dark jeans and boots. Though the jewelry was nice a touch. "How do, Yankee girly? what are the odds huh? whatcha' doin' out past yer bedtime?"

"Hey! just wanted to check the place out."

"Whatcha' think so far? you get a drink yet?" He asked and you shook your head again about to open your mouth but instead the Irishman to your side, he casually flung his arm around your shoulder which you didn't mind as he seemed friendly enough from your little encounter the other day. "Well we gotta' fix that then don't we?" he smiled at you then slapped the bar top, "Hey big fella' get me a coupla' beers and two shots will ya'?" The bald man nodded.

You took out some money to pay but he stopped you.

"Uh uh, you're with us tonight. Money's no good here," you furrowed your brow but slipped your wallet back in your pocket, maybe this was his bar for all you knew, or knew the owner or had some sort of pull around town. Dympna gave your shoulder a squeeze, shaking you playfully. "So what do you do back home then, are you a dancer, an arcade kinda' girl or you fancy pool?"

"I'm a jack of all trades, but games mostly. If you had some Ski-ball I'd be down for that! but it sounds like you've got a good game going back there."

"Oh sure you wanna' come play or watch or both? 'm having a good night, nice to have me new friend pal around with my old ones for a bit, yeah?" "Sure, if that's alright?"

"Is that alright she says," Dympna chuckled and moved you closer to the bar, handing you the shot the tender just gave out. "You're a funny one, of course it's alright! stick with me and you're bound t' have a good time. You'll see. Bottoms up now, you."

He was clearly having a good time, cheersing you before slamming it back in unison. He snagged your beer bottle from the top, taking his own and headed towards the billiard room, dancing his way through the threshold.

"Look alive boys!" Dympna announced your arrival as if they knew who you were, you smiled anyway. "Caught me a live one. Boys, this is Y/N the photographer I tol' you all about, right? she's gonna' have a game or two with us."

"You gave him a complex sweetheart, shouldn't have done all that'!" one called out to you.

"What do you mean?"

"Ya' said I could be a model," Dympna set his beer down on the side of the chipped table, tossing his head back like they do in some magazines. "Called me handsome."

"I said you looked like James Dean, that's different."

"Ah! don't go backin' down on yer words now missy, I heard ya' wit' my own two ears, I did. That fella' was handsome and so am I!"

The group laughed and threw peanuts at him while you moved around the dim room.

"So you're the Yank then huh?" The big man you'd seen coming from that simple building asked.

"Cat's out of the bag."

He smiled sheepishly and out stretch a hand that dwarfed yours at least twice over, calloused and a little busted up you shook it. "Names Douglas, Armstrong. You can call me Arm though, ev'ryone else does."

"So you're a boxer."

His eyebrows met and he jerked his head. "How'd you know tha'?"

You laughed and took a swig of your drink and pointed with the neck of the bottle, "Your ears. My cousin used to box. Almost made pro."

He grabbed one on instinct then nodded. "I used to, 'm retired now, so."

"Too bad, bet you were a real threat."

Arm blushed and little took a drink of his own, he shrugged but you knew by the looks of his cauliflower ears that was most definitely the case. You'd have to ask your new friend about it.

Speaking of-

"Yo Y/N, you up for a game or what?"

"You sure you wanna' get embarrassed in front of your friends?" You challenged and his buddies laughed, poking fun at their friend.

"Ho ho! got a mouth on you girly, we'll see how the Yanks play then." He smiled and swigged his beer.

"You're alright, you. I like ya' already!" One by the name of Needles chimed in and pulled up a stool closer to the table while Dympna readied the set on the worn billiard table. "Gotta' see this, me."

Dympna extended his hand to you after you chalked up your cue across the table, leaning on his own stick. "Ladies first."

You got solids, clacking the balls together as they spread out. You played a few rounds, banter laden as you moved about the table, the low hanging light made his light blue eyes brighter if that was somehow possible. He smiled as he watched you, clicking his teeth as you chose your ball trying to make you second guess yourself. You shot one just shy of the pocket.

"Ah see now that's the American in ya', yer not doin' it the Irish way that's yer problem, now."

"The Irish way? oh please." You guffed and waited for his next move.

"Honestly girly come on gimmie' a chance and I'll show ya'." Dympna wiggled his eyebrows, smiling at you when you laughed out loud.

"Alright," you stood up while his buddies whooped and whistled. "Show me the Irish way then tough guy."

Dympna nodded and shimmied his way to your side of the table. The shots and beers were talking for you, taking his guidance though you had a feeling he just wanted to get closer to you. He puffed out his chest before moving your hips against the hardest part of the table, angling you a certain way as he felt confident in your stance, you laughed when you felt his chest press into your side that you were apparently holding the stick all wrong and that was another problem. He chuckled in your ear as he showed you how to shoot your shot even though you were clearly a worthy opponent. You turned your head as he caged you in, his hand over yours with his chest now on your back.

His face was incredible close and if you two were alone you might've let him kiss you, but you weren't. You had to give to Dympna, he was confident in a way you hadn't seen for a long time, all he did was smile and smell fantastic, he pointed with his chin for you look at the table as he took to the shot. The rolled right in.

Lucky shot.

You dried your hands in the bathroom, splashing a bit of cold water on your face. Two rounds with that smooth talker and his friends had you feeling good and warm, you listened as laughed as they told jokes and stories. You were glad you came out.

That is until you left the bathroom, drying your hands the rest of the way on the sides of your pants when you were met with two tall dark haired women, one had her arms crossed.

"You ought to be careful there girly, you don't know who you playin' wit'."

You stopped and looked at the cross armed woman, her friend nodded with a feigned expression. "What do you mean?"

"We'll spare ya' the details sweetheart, you ain't bein' a local and all. Them lads you're wit', their not the soft and gentle type, no. You cross one you cross 'em all, fuck around and find out you'll be on the wrong end of Arm."

You swallowed hard and recalled his beat up knuckles, he said he was retired but those were fresh.

"Arm wasn't like that before, not before he got mixed up with those Devers."

There was that name again! you decided to finally ask.

"Devers?"

"Oh yeah," the cross armed woman took down her hands and turned you to face the billiard room, you could see Dympna in the archway holding his side as he bent backwards in hysterics. "Your little pool buddy, he's a Devers. Not as bad as his uncles but he's on the rise, I'd be careful around them boys if I were you or steer clear of that whole lot all together. Bad news follows the Devers."

"She's right. Keep your eyes open around 'em, they'll skin you alive if you let 'em. Be careful girly, hate to see a tourist get lost in all that mess."

"Keep your wits about you is all, yeah? know the company yer keepin'."

They sent you on your way but you felt fuzzy, from the booze or the bubble of information you couldn't be sure. These were members of the family you'd been hearing about all damn week. You fraternizing with the resident rebels. You'd heard a number of things about them in that short time and here you were joking and laughing and drinking with them, you even wanted to kiss one not that long ago. Blood pounded in your ears as you made it back to the room, you weren't sure if you would, what if you did cross one on accident or offend one of them... you decided to play it cool and instead of return to your hotel you went back to the game room.

"Thought you fell in, was gonna' send a search party." Arm joked and you laughed, hopefully with some humor in it as you joined the fray.

"Just getting some air, think I might head out on you guys though. Still a little jet legged."

Arm nodded and waved Dympna over with a heavy hand, he splayed his other one on your shoulder. You bit your lip at the now known fact that he'd done some damage recently.

"What's up big fella'?"

"Yankee wants to go home, she's tired. Better make sure she gets home safe, right?"

"Already?" he looked at you and pouted but rolled his neck and called it a night to his friends, they waved at you and you waved back. "Alright missy, let's get you home safe now."

The air outside was a pleasant reprieve, it hadn't settled on you until you were out in the night that you were sweating, the cool air hitting your hot skin like a bucket of water. You waited for Dympna as he shrugged on his jacket at the door, lighting a cigarette he gave a thumbs up to the bouncer and found you by the curb. He dumped his arm over your shoulder as you walked in the direction of your hotel.

"So did ya' have fun tonight?"

"I did." You didn't know if you should bring up what those girls had mentioned just yet but it weighed as heavily on your as his arm did. You wondered if he put in work of the Arm kind too. "I'm glad I came out."

"Me too! we lot bounce aroun' a bit, house parties or the bars ya' know? just like a good time is all. Glad to hear you had fun though. Didn't I tell ya' you'd have a good time hangin' with me, right?"

You nodded as you walked and he smoked. He wanted to make sure got to your room safe and in one piece, he'd made a joke about boogeymen and you briefly thought maybe he was one of them. He seemed to know everyone in this town saluting the doorman and the blonde woman at the front desk as you went into the little lobby, you took the elevator up.

You could feel him looking at you but whenever you'd look back he'd look away, always with a smirk like a kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Playful.

He didn't seem like the big bad wolf those girls had painted him out to be, confident sure, strong and charismatic but that didn't necessarily mean he was a bad man though, right? Maybe they were upset he'd broken their hearts and scolded you to stay away from him.

You stopped outside your room, keycard in hand and heat snaked its way up your spine.

"Are ya' gonna' invite me in?"

You swallowed at looked at him, his pouty lips held a small smile.

"Do you want to?"

"That's not what I asked is it? I asked if you wan' me to, not the o'her way around." Dympna leaned against the wall next to you.

"Sure."

You probably let the devil in, invited the vampire that would lure you to our fate but you didn't feel uncomfortable with him in fact it was the opposite and that's what scared you the most. You felt safe with him.

Followed you in as you went around and turned the lights, illuminating your hard tack case that held your equipment, different chargers and chords littered the floor as well as your still open laptop on the plush bed. He walked around the spacious room with it's tawny drawn curtains and high ceilings.

He kept his hands in his pockets. "You wanna show me some of your work?"

"Oh!" you nearly fell over while taking off your shoes by the door, you lost a sock along the way but you would worry about that later. "Yeah sure."

You unplugged the device and logged in, pulling up a few folders. He sat next to you on the edge of your unmade bed with a bounce, his jacket creaking when it touched yours. You handed it to him. He scrolled through snapshots of cities and towns, a few villages and portraits of people you shot around the world. Places he had only half heard of in books and some he had no idea about let alone how to pronounce their names. He claimed it with was the placement of his tongue as his excuse but you laughed it off, it was probably the booze you thought.

"Have you traveled anywhere?" You asked as he pulled up a familiar landscape to the man.

Dympna shook his head. "Who me? oh no no, never left Ireland. I don' think I could live anywhere else. I've got me family, friends, mountains and a beach," he shrugged and scrolled through a few more pointing out that he enjoyed your work, when he came across the handful of stills of himself pressed up against his car the diner he pointed at himself joking that that was your best work. "What about you then? You got mountains where you're from?"

You shook your head. "The States have plenty of them, desert's, canyons, the coast! Where I'm from we have an abundance of lakes and trees. It's the best in the fall though," you gushed closing your eyes you could picture the radiant foliage. "Lipstick red, sunset orange, banana peel yellows all mixed together at once. I love watching them change."

Dympna smiled at your fondness giving you your workspace back. "Sounds lovely. I think I'd like to see that someday."

"You should! I think you'd like it. Of course you'll need a passport and accommodations-"

"You mean I can't stay with you?" He bumped into your shoulder twice with a laugh, ever the jokester you were coming to realize along with his cheeky sense of humor. You laughed to yourself that he was too charismatic for his own good which would often lead to trouble and according to those women tonight that's what he and his family was.

"Sure if you want, I've got room." That was definitely the booze talking, your face felt warm again as you blinked at set down the computer behind you on the bed. "Good to know."

You felt him looking at you, out of the corner of your eye you could just make him out without feeling too dizzy. You turned to him but he quickly stood and bit his lip as if he had something to say, he opened his mouth and closed it a few times before spinning on his heel. "I think we should exchange numbers you know, jus' in case you feel like checkin' out some spots. I'll take you."

"You'd be my chauffer? what a gentlemen." You took your phone out of your back pocket.

"O' course I am! what do you take me for some kinda' heathen," he did the same and you swapped phones, you thought of punching in your name but decided on his nickname for you. You passed it back, "There now we're square. I had fun tonight but... it's gettin' late," you hadn't realized the hour was pushing near three in the morning until you looked at your lock screen. "You give me a call yeah? we'll do somethin' fun."

You nodded and followed him to the door, "Sure. Let me know."

"Will do." Dympna stepped out into the hallway and pretended to tip an imaginary hat. You thought you felt dizzy before but when he chucked you lightly under the chin and bid you good night, you felt like you were completely spiraling.

This was bad fucking news.

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