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violent-kurumi · 3 years

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Hi! So I am very curious on how your argument with your sister goes, please keep us updated. P.S: Apologies for the swearing, I don't mean anything by it, it's just how I talk. <3 hope you're having a good day.

Nah don't worry about it! (And uh, I actually went to bed straighten after I posted the first argument. I woke up like half an hour ago)

Actually, it's been a bit of an ongoing thing. She has more knowledge on Yu-Gi-Oh but that's because I haven't seen 5ds or Zexal (she has). I think she thinks that allows her to tweak some of the facts since I won't be able to tell the difference.

She is also very stubborn, whatever's she says "is the truth" and "you're wrong". Her favourite yu-boy is Yuto, she actually hates Yugo because she says he's annoying and dumb- and can't duel properly.

I hate that she says that, no one insults Yugo.

I actually kinda started the argument by telling her that I think Yuya has the worst deck out of the Yu-boys (but I also mentioned that I think he and Yugo are close/even). Well, she replied with saying that Yugo is he worst, he's too stupid, if he were smarter and had Yuya's brain then yeah maybe.

Bitch.

Anyway, I couldn't believe it. She thinks that speedroids are weak and suck, that other cards can EASILY stop them. I argued back that speedroids are good for Yugo because he synchro summons, so it allows him to bring out Clear Wing nice and easy.

She then said, well cards can easily get rid of it.

Jay, please, Yugo's back cards try and keep Clear Wing on the field. Stop saying that there are cards that can stop it, yes obviously there will always be cards that can stop other cards it's how the game goes. But that CAN'T be your only argument against Yugo.

Sometimes I think Yugo reminds me of Jaden Yuki- one of her favourite characters. Boy did that piss her off. She acted as though she was insulted. (Look I get people might agree with her or me- I don't mind)

I think they're both adorable and goofy and must be protected. They kinda give off the same energy (for me, other people may have different thoughts).

Anyway, I knew there was no going back because she was mad know. She really hated Yugo, finds him annoying.

(Jay no gotta protect him)

She believes no one could beat Yuri's predaplants because he can adapt to any deck easily. That was in Season three, also I'm like 99% sure Yuri had said something like; why would I use a deck I haven't used before, because of course he would've learned to use the Ancient Gear deck- it's apart of Academia!

Because Yuto is her favourite in Arc-V (and Kaito) Yuri is second, she thinks that if they were to duel then Yuri would have trouble beating Yuto (but be victorious in the end), I told her that I looked at Yuto's deck, I've been up against those godforsaken phantom knights in Legacy of the Duelist, trust me, he's strong (he never brought out Dark Rebellion in LFTD, those other knight things and it took me forever to beat them cuz they kept negating effects- they were traps so Clear Wing's effect didn't really work).

But no, she says, if Yuri were using his predaplants then Yuto would lose- if Yuri were using another deck- then he'd lose against Yuto.

Now I don't completely disagree with how Yuto and Yuri's duel would go, you mentioned that predaplants tokens can change levels (which Yuto would need to XYZ summon) but Yuto is skilled, he'd be able to do something- and those stupid traps of his can negate crap.

If it were a duel between the two dragons then I believe Starving Venom would walk all over Dark Rebellion. (She just kinda nodded, she loves both characters).

Soon I realised that with her, she could never see her favorites be bad at something- she always emphasized that Yuto only lost to Yugo because Yuya snapped him out of beserk, yes even I agree with that but she doesn't always need to point it out- I agree with you!

But get this, I casually mentioned that with Yuri and Yuto's deck- there are cards out there that can stop their graveyard stuff. (Sound familiar?)

Does she this shut her up? Nope

She argues that they have cards that can stop cards from ruining their effects. Holy shit Jay no. You can't just say that after you've said that to me, that's not how it works.

I said nearly those exact words and she's using them so defend her favs.

She just can't admit that there may be people out there that can beat them.

Cripes this is long... And we're only part way through.

(I can't wait to continue our argument now that I have more professional opinions- thanks guys).

But because we've gotten this far why stop?

Now for the summoning methods. (This was also my fault)

To stop this from getting worse I told her I don't know how Link summoning works, and that I think Synchro and Fusion are the strongest. (The look on her face was good)

She says no XYZ summoning is the strongest, then Fusion.

I asked why? What's so good about being able to use an effect twice (and sometimes the effect isn't even good).

She says that (get this) there are cards that can let them use their effect more than twice (some overlay thing).

I said no Jay, look at it logically, it's easy to Fusion and Synchro summon- much easier than bringing out two level sevens for one monster. And there is no limit with using a fusion monster or synchro monster's effect.

She disagrees and I couldn't change her mind. She still believes that XYZ summoning is the best and STRONGEST.

NO IT'S NOT

A big difference between us is that even I can admit the truth with a favourite character of mine. You all know I love Yugo, but that doesn't mean I think he's the strongest duelist. In Arc-V I think it's either Reiji, Zarc (should I count him?) Or Jack Atlas, (he should never have lost to Yuya).

They all have strong ass decks.

The D/D/D archetype is strong, very strong, uses all summoning methods and has the effects and back cards to pull off many combos.

Now I know people have different opinions on this but this was between me and my sister.

Now that I know the truth, I now know she lied to me about number cards and Kaito's deck in particular can beat Reiji.

I honest to god believe that the duel would last a while but in the end Reiji would win- he's smart and calculating, I reckon he'd be able to pull off something that Kaito can't beat.

Imagine her reaction when I told her that one of my favs could beat hers.

Yeah not pretty.

She says Kaito has a number card, and only number cards can defeat another number card. Now I didn't know anything about numbers so I should've known she'd tweak the truth. I had actually told her that what if someone uses a back card to get rid of it?

She said, weren't you listening? Number cards can only be destroyed by number cards!

And because I lacked knowledge in Zexal I couldn't defend myself.

(get this, in duel links she has a cyberse deck and she says she's beaten so many people and that the effects are great. I asked if she wanted to go up against my D/D/Ds. The answer was no, in fact, she has never dueled me, even with the structure decks we bought- I have recently bean collecting cards, remember the Yuma one?)

She likes to think she's a great duelist, and that her fav characters in Yu-Gi-Oh could never be beaten. Well news flash!

They can.

I think this is enough. I hope this kept you entertained (and others), I'll keep you peeps updated in our argument!

#kurumi asks #azurewitch #yugioh arc v #whoa bo this is long

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velvet-paradox · 2 years

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Weirdo

Fandom: Peacemaker (DCU)

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase)/ Jade (Y/N) female reader

Summary: Vigilante has grown on you since joining the crew, when he gets himself into a bit of a pickle you help him out in more than ways than one.

Length: Long

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, woah bro there's a lot to unpack here so let's see: strong language, real identities, explicit content, mentions of blood, mentions of sutures, friends to lovers, possible spoilers, kissing, fingering, mentions of squirting, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap it up, you know the drill!), almost creampie, heavily detailed smut.

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ENJOY!!!

"Hey Jade," Vigilante asked drumming his fingers to the beat coming from the Vigilante-mobile's speakers on the steering wheel. You two sat in the back of a thankfully dimly lit parking lot as the rain outside had turned into a faint drizzle, waiting for your targets. "You wanna make out?"

"What?" You turned your head to him in the passenger seat of his beloved gold Sebring, the red visor of his mask was already facing you. In full cover of his costume he gave you a playful shrug, clad in your own olive toned tactical suit and lower face mask.

A fan of arcade games as a kid and well into adulthood, especially Mortal Kombat you took your favorite character and morphed her somewhat into yourself. You were still a little rusty with the bo staff, you did baton twirling from as young as you could remember.

Peacemaker was the first of the group to pick up on your secret identity, watching you take on three bad guys with some fancy blade work. You had ducked at the perfect moment the last one had come charging at you, you popped a blade from the inside of your boot cutting both inner thighs in quick succession. The bad guys' friends were laid out with some serious artery debilitating cuts.

Victorious you shouted, "Jade wins!" Peacemaker even gave you a around of applause, stopping his own fight to watch you in battle.

"Vigilante we're... dude we're literally in the middle of a stakeout. We have to pay attention, we can't miss these guys coming out." You picked up the binoculars on the dash and stared at the backdoor of some seedy looking club.

"Oh. Right."

Vigi could be so scattered brained sometimes.

"And besides," you simply stated, "we don't know what each other looks like."

The creak of his uniform made you jump, his hands snatched the binoculars from your hands at exquisite speed. "Are you trying to say that I'm ugly? cause I'm not, I'm not fucking ugly!"

"Woah slow down, that's not what I meant. I meant isn't it not knowing better, shit gets real super fast out here and you know it. You wanna' still keep your day job right?"

He huffed and handed the tool back to you limply. "I know I know. I'm just bored I guess, we've been sitting here for..." Vigilante tilted his red visor towards you, you could see his eyes just barely there through the material unlike yours which were completely exposed. He held up a gloved finger. "Wait a minute; so are you saying if we did know what each other looked like... you'd make out with me?"

"Sure Vigi; just not on the job."

"Tight." He punched the steering wheel with glee, from what you could gather without actually seeing his face.

"You're so weird sometimes."

"Thank you, I appreciate that."

You chuckled through your mask and kept watch of the doors.

...

You came into the office a little later than usual a few days later, nothing like an exciting migraine to start your day.

That's odd; you don't see the gold Sebring also known funnily enough as the Vigilante-mobile in the lot. It was usually parked at the last lamppost, it sat empty and sad. A plastic bag instead blew around in its place.

You came into the office space, your new makeshift HQ with a jug of ice water in your hand because realistically the water in the cooler tastes stale as fuck and the thought of drinking from it for the rest of the day had your head pounding once more.

"How's your head?" Harcourt asks from her desk, she didn't bother to look up from her computer screen. Leota chewed on her fingernails across from her.

"I'm alive if that's any consolation," thankful for the bottom portion of your mask. You wore your signature green but not the full outfit, just a green hoodie with camouflage leggings of the same hue and boots. The office was... dead. "Where are the boys? It's like a funeral parlor in here."

You shuffled to your desk by the window though you were quick to shut the blinds as you settled in. You heard Harcourt kick her under the desk, she grumbled at the blonde.

"That would be your cue, schemer. Go ahead Ads, go on and tell her. Tell her where her friend is."

You lifted your head, eyes narrowed. Worst case scenarios made your stomach flutter. "What are you talking about?"

Adeboya reluctantly creaked in her chair to face you, her deep brown eyes looked a little remorseful as she chose her words carefully. "I uh I may have had a little chat with him about Peacemakers dad when I failed at trying to talk him out of talking to him in jail. And I also may have indicated that he would be helluva lot happier if you know... if you something were to happen to the old man. Like get rid of him."

You balked. "Get rid of him..."

"Yeah. Vigilante got arrested and is now in the same county jail." Adeboya grimaced and then grabbed the arms of her chair as you stood quickly, a little too quickly as the blood in your entire body rushed up your spine. Even though you took meds twice already and smoked a joint, the lingering ache knocked against your skull at full force. You stomped to her desk, Harcourt finally lifted her eyes seeing you on fire.

"Arrested?! Vigi won't last in there, are you fucking nuts?!"

"Told you she'd be pissed, Economos you owe me ten bucks!" Harcourt exclaimed through the headquarters.

"You told him to get his ass arrested in order to take out Peacemakers dad?! A, what the fuck?"

"I'm sorry alright! Chris is my friend and he's hurting right now, actually has been for years. You don't know his dad, he's the worst person on this fucking planet! He deserves what he gets."

"So that means Vig needs to do the dirty work?"

"I'm sorry! everyone has been down my throat about making the hard choices and this was one of those times, I thought! I doubt he even minds. He's killed numerous people, he's clearly capable of getting the job done, Jade. He hasn't been busted for those other murders yet."

You sighed and sat back down with a groan, covering your head with your hands.

Hours went by, you could see Murn in his office texting on his phone, to who you weren't sure but his face was straight and sometimes he pinched the bridge of his nose. Hopefully he was trying to bust Vigi out of jail, you thought then went back to going over the files before you. A medium sized cardboard box full of colored folders sat on the outside of your desk on the floor.

....

5:34 PM and still no word yet as you bounced your leg under your desk. Murn was on the phone for most of the morning and a little into the afternoon. You and Economos ran out for lunch; the taco truck five minutes away was a quick favorite. You got extra hot sauce on your burrito, a shared snack you and Vigilante would grab when the others were busy. You'd sit on the hood on the Vigilante-mobile, cheersing the tortillas before turning away eating back to back so you couldn't see each other.

"Can't you get him out? like... isn't there anything you can do?"

"Missing your little annoying buddy already huh?" Economos laughed to himself.

He stops instantly when you shoot him daggers that you just maybe wished were real. "I'm worried. Auggie Smith has some pull in that fucking jail, if Vigilante gets mouthy like we all know he's prone to, whose to say they won't try and kill him. At the very least bust him up."

"We don't even know his real name, Jade." Murn came into the common desk area, leaving his much larger office to join you and the others.

"What about a vague search?" Leota suggests with a shrug. "How tall do you think he is? six feet maybe or just under?"

"Sure. Uh, maybe dark hair and blue or green eyes..."

You all come up with very vague answers for what you thought he might look like under the red visor and black and blue suit with those dirty silver accents. You leaned on one side of Economos and Harcourt on the other as he searched the jail's database intake.

It only took ten minutes until Vigilante's picture popped up; no... Adrian popped up. Adrian Chase. You got his hair and obscure eye color right from the get, Leota was spot on for height. It was strange to see a mugshot of the man you'd grown so fond of lately, sans security blanket.

It took a few hours and more phone calls, a few lies and a single maybe half-assed truth but you pulled it off. Murn hip checked your desk after Harcourt and the others left for the night, he leaned down and touched the back of your chair.

"He's free," he showed some emotion when you looked up at him suddenly, slamming the red folder you were busy scorching hotly. "I think you should go pick him up, take him home. I'm certain he would love to see a friendly face. Just a thought." He patted your shoulder and waited for you to grab your things, swinging the keys to the head quarters around a finger.

You were almost almost certain you heard him chuckle as you ran to your car.

....

You weren't sure why you were driving so fast, you had a moment of clarity when you looked at the dash realizing you were going well over the residential speed limit. Excitement or adrenaline that Vigi wasn't another victim to the jailhouse life, that he wasn't beaten to death for running that mouth of his.

You slowed down, parking in between two other cars. Your heart pounded, you thought about putting on your mask but the way Murn had given you a fatherly look, made that sort of suggestion had you putting it back into your console. You looked towards the door.

You saw the dark curls first, the outside lamps glinting off silver framed glasses caught you off guard. The man you knew by voice was limping out towards the courtyard in a zip up hoodie, he looked around no doubt looking for Peacemakers gaudy red and white blue car. You smiled seeing him without the suit and rolled the passenger window down, Vigi continued towards the curb even though he didn't recognize you.

You cleared your throat.

"Hey! need a ride?"

Vigilante stops suddenly, bending just enough to see you through the open window. You smiled.

He limps closer, his head just outside the window with his hands on the door. "Jade? Is that you?"

"Come on, I'm here to take you home."

When he plops down in the seat the stink of cafeteria food plumed, instantly taking you back to the lunch lines of middle school. He looks at you, studies your face while he fumbles with the seatbelt not wanting to look away from your bare face as it seemed. He finally clicked it with a small smile.

"You survived."

"Ha! was there any doubt?" the spell was broken and he was back to his usual self. He was real handsome up close you thought and pulled away from the curb.

"Nope."

He sighed deeply and looked out the window. "I think I made a mistake. I just wanted to help but I'm afraid I just made things worse." He wipes under his glasses, the big strong hero slash killer teared up and shook his head. "He's still alive..."

"Don't worry Vigi, you were trying to do the right thing. We'll figure it out." You weren't sure what to say, you knew he meant well. A bit on the psychotic side but he had a good heart. "How's your toe?"

"It fuckin kills dude!" He suddenly exclaimed, wiggling in his seat as if he forgot about it for a second and not in complete-

"Wait. You didn't have them look at it while you were in there?" You pulled to a stop a red light and looked incredulously at him.

"Fuck no! It was embarrassing enough they made me strip whole ass naked, squat and cough, like I would really shove something up my ass. I can't even see my own hole let alone put something up there! psychos."

You snorted. "Change of plans then."

You rolled through to the next light and took a left.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm taking you back to my place, I'll suture your foot and you can rest."

"You mean like a sleepover? You mean it?" In your peripheral you could see him smiling at you in the passing lights when you merged onto the freeway.

"Sure Vigi, like a sleepover."

"Bitchin’! it's uh... I'm Adrian. When I'm not in the suit... I’m just Adrian.”

"Y/N."

"We know each other's names now and that's -- wait wait oh my God holy shit!"

"What?"

"We know what we look like! We can totally make out now!"

"I'm kinda’ operating a vehicle Vigi." You laughed.

"Adrian and not now, silly. But you know like potentially in the future hopefully in the near future."

"You're really adamant about this kissing stuff, huh?"

"Fuck yes I am! I haven't kissed anyone in three years, three years Y/N! Kissing is like one of my all time favorite things. Well besides killing bad guys, and playing with Eagly; I've really earned his trust lately ya' know? Oh and listening to tunes with Peacemaker my all time bestie as you know."

"I know. We all know." You rolled your eyes with humor in your voice.

"Oh and getting spicy burritos with you of course and french fries oh and-" he rambles on about his sound of music favorite things list as he watches the street lights pass by as you drive to your apartment.

You can see the gratefulness on Adrian's face when he see's your complex has an elevator, albeit a shitty one that isn't big enough for four adults on one ride but enough for you two to make it to your floor. You help him down the hall, hooking his arm over your shoulder to alleviate some of the pressure.

He looks around your place from the couch you dumped him on, telling him to stay put as you search through your bathroom for your expansive med kit.

You turn on the lamp once you sit down at the other end of the couch, grabbing the decorative pillow you motion for him to give you his foot, he lifts his legs by grabbing the fabric of his jeans with a grunt. He gives you the thumbs up when you unlace his shoe, his sock is a little bloody and the scent of fresh iron fills your face.

"You may not want to look." You say as you carefully peel it down, he had a bit of gauze tape and paper towel wrapped around it, poorly.

"That bad huh?"

"We're gonna' find out."

....

It looked worse than you thought, exposed meat on both sides it was a wonder he was able to walk on it at all though he did have quite the pain tolerance. This was something else.

You dug through your kit getting out some supplies. You handed him a bit of gnarled leather, he looked it over in his hands.

"What's this for?"

"You're gonna' want to bite down on that when I get started," his eyebrows raised. "This is gonna' hurt."

When you look at him he's smiling, fiddling with the leather that has quite the array of your own bitemarks into it then you'd like to remember. You feel hot under his eyes.

"What?"

"You're a total smokeshow you know that? like... wow."

You felt even hotter and had, for your own sake to look away. "You're not so bad yourself."

Adrian preened a little before chomping down on the bit before chuckling, "Told you I wasn't ugly."

You get to work, its not as mangled as you thought once you got started. You threaded the needle after cleaning the surrounding skin, making sure there was enough tissue to work with. Adrian had his eyes screwed shut, cursing and screaming against the leather piece. The mention of pizza and beer piqued his interest for a moment, tears welling in his eyes when you were almost finished.

You fashioned a small splint for his pinky toe, wrapping decent gauze and tape around it to keep it safe. Satisfied with your work you patted Adrian's ankle, he peeked with one eye at his foot.

"Should probably elevate it for it at least an hour. I’ll order us a pizza, yeah?”

He wiped at his face with a sniffle and nodded. "Will my little piggy be able to wee-wee-wee all the way home again?"

You smiled. "Eventually."

"Bitchin'."

Adrian put away three beers rather quickly followed by just as many slices of pizza when you finished with his foot. Ever easy to talk to as he just kind of filled the space with his random thoughts anyway you enjoyed your dinner.

"Can I sleep with you?"

You narrowed your eyes after you put away the leftovers. "What?"

"I just think it would be better if I laid in a bed to keep my foot elevated, per your request. I'm afraid I might roll off this couch and make matters worse. Hate to ruin all your fancy handiwork."

"Alright but no funny business."

Adrian thrust up three fingers. "Scouts honor."

You did your best not to look or get caught looking at Adrian as he wiggled out of his pants, leaving just his t-shirt and black boxers briefs on. He hopped on your bed a few times while you got ready for bed, grabbing your pajamas to change in the bathroom.

He was laying with his hands behind his head, glasses off and on the side table. You found another pillow to prop up his leg before you crawled into bed next to him. He winked at you before closing his eyes with a sigh, visibly comfortable.

You rolled over and turned out the light.

....

Murn called you that next morning, too early in fact that sky was a Bob Ross sunset painting of pale pink and orange hues. He asked about Adrian's foot, you explained what happened and with not even an ounce of guilt that the crew would would be pulling a little more weight, he suggested you keep your eye on Vigilante for the time being. You asked how long that might be and your boss with a straight shooter answer barked at you, "However long it takes!"

You thought for sure Adrian would wake up at that as you laid on your side, back to back with him. You hung up and snuggled back down into bed, with a sigh you turned, your arm under your pillow. Your friend was still fast asleep, giving his foot some much needed rest. You were surprised blood hadn't soaked through his sneakers, his poor toe was a mess but you were glad for your medic training. Also the fact that your uncle had once had to sew his thumb back into place during a hunting incident in the late 1970′s.

You watched him sleep for awhile, peaceful as could be. You covered your mouth when you saw his face twitch, hip lips parted with a faint mumble, eyes flitting back and forth behind his lids. He was really cute, handsome under that full face mask of his. With a face like that he probably had a few girls in rotation, and you weren't one of them. You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to will yourself to go back to bed. At least you got to lounge at home on a crisp fall day.

....

Adrian took his time making his way into your living room, you heard him get up on the better side of noon while you made a quick lunch. He limped into the space, scratching at his stomach through his shirt and yawned. Clad in his boxers still. He plopped down on your couch, cleaned his glasses with the bottom of his shirt looking at the quiet volume of your TV. He lulled his curly head over the back of it, looking at you slightly as you clinked a few plates.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"We're playing hooky today."

Vigilante clapped and almost fell off the couch with his excitement. "Fuck yes!" he took the plate, just a simple sandwich and a cold Wild Cherry Pepsi, he bounced on the cushion. "Looks like we'll be getting to know each other even better."

"Guess so."

"We should play a game! you got any board games around here? Jenga, Monopoly. Oh maybe a puzzle!"

You liked his enthusiasm even though he was tortured a few days ago in the ex-Senators' butterflied basement. He ate the same way, chest freezing chugs mixed with his chewing and appreciation for a snack.

In the early evening after warming up your half and half pizza you played a few Jenga rounds, caught up on the news when an alert that somehow a whole ass Gorilla had escaped without sight or warrant and finally settled in for another night with the green eyed man. Who couldn't keep his eyes off you, when you left the room (for anything!) you either felt him from the back or watched him lull his skull around in your direction.

You pulled out a middle block, placing it gingerly on top of the next tower, waiting for Adrian to make his move. Only it wasn't the move you were expecting.

"You know I'm in love with you right?"

You choked, Adrian hurriedly sat up and clapped you on the back several times until you could catch your breath and swat him away. "What?!"

"I thought it was obvious- is it not? dammit Chris said it was totally apparent!"

"Wait how though? you've only just seen my full face like-- I don't know yesterday! how can say you love me?"

Adrian shrugged and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "We're compatible, good chemistry, easy banter and quick witted, nice eyes. Should I go on?" he shrugged again, " It's pretty simple really."

"Weirdo." You shook your head.

"I don't expect you to say anything back, I'm full of emotions but I'm not too keen on when and where to expell them so they just kinda' come out they are right now. Hope I didn't make this awkward."

"It's too late for all that Vigi, there's fucking butterflies living peoples brains at this point."

"Very true. I've seen them with my own eyes. Which is another reason why I think we should make out. Just sayin'."

"Okay." Honestly curious you huffed, he pegged it was annoyance until you found yourself climbing onto his lap, knees pressed into the cushions he sat on. His eyes went wide and a slow and unsteady hand pushed up his glasses again as if what he was seeing wasn't real. His mouth silently opened.

"You wanna' make out so bad, let's do it then." You tried to suppress the way your heart pounded blood in your ears, you swallowed and watched his face contort from a bashful confusion to a full on Cheshire grin, his hands squeezed your thighs.

"You sure?"

"I am if you are."

He stopped you for a moment, eyes traveling all over your face until he studied your mouth then made intense eye contact. "I want you to know that if anyone ever decided it was even a thought to hurt you, even the smallest of tiniest flea like thought, I'll kill 'em. Slowly. I'd take a chainsaw to their ankles first and work my way up limb by fucking limb." He licked his lips at the intruding thought.

You nodded when caressed your cheek with his fingers then gathered some of your hair at the back of your head.

"I believe you."

His dark demeanor changed with flash of a brilliant smile. "Good."

Then he was pressing his mouth to yours.

For him to be the telling the truth Adrian hadn't kissed anyone in three years to be true he must've been a natural, taking the lead as the kiss grew more passionate. His other hand framed your jaw, then the side of your neck as he continued, evenly licking at the seam of your lips asking for permission. Which you granted. His tongue was hot against yours, licking at the roof of your mouth. With a shudder he pulled back just enough to look at you, his glasses slightly fogged up.

"How far are we taking this?"

You licked his spit from your lips. "How far do you want to go?"

Adrian beamed.

....

"Oh my God-- are you fucking kidding me?!" For a split second you were grateful for your apartments cement walls as you damn near screamed. You were proven exactly right that Adrian was a natural with his mouth as he proceeded to show you with the forever expertise he was treating you between your legs.

He'd made the request against the shell of your ear, "I wanna' go down on you so bad, I'm so fucking hard right now thinking about it." Who were you to stop his fantasy? you could feel him pulse beneath you.

He had limped behind you as you pulled down your sleep shorts, kicking them away from your ankles when he unexpectedly shoved you on to your bed with a bounce, you rolled over to see him standing at the foot of your bed, nearly folding his glasses before he set them onto of your dresser nearby. He made a gutteral sound when you opened your legs to him, he wiped his mouth and dropped to his knees on the bed.

"You ok up there?" Adrian asked on the sexy end of condescension, folding his arms over your lower belly giving your pussy a break. He'd already managed to coax two orgasms rather quickly from you, your hands still looped in his short curls. "You sound desperate."

"I am! God Adrian you're good at that." You panted and sat up on your elbows, your shirt rumpled under your breasts.

"Ya' know if I put a pillow under your ass I could probably make you squirt," he gave a slight shrug looking down at your thighs, he gave one a nip and chuckled at your stunned face.

Do what now?

"I can't-- I can't do that."

"Oh sure you can!" Adrian nodded furiously excited as he snagged a thrown pillow from your first oral orgasm, drunk on pleasure you lifted your hips as he wedged it to his liking. "There we go. should we try? you really wanna' soak my fingers, Babycakes?"

"I uh... what did you call me?"

"Oh that. Sorry. That's just what I call you in my head."

"I like it."

"Let's get messy then."

Your maniac lover mouthed over you again, licking lewdly at his lips flexing his fingers next to his head before he pushed them into your slick, he looked up with a wink making you burn from the inside out. One hand pushed down on your abdomen while he curls his fingers expertly, in a come hither motion making you whine. "That's it that's the spot."

He did it again and again fingering you with lithe fingers. You can feel it building, that coil that has been snapped twice but this time there's something more promising at the end of it. You arch and he chuckled, eyes trained on your cunt as he pumped his fingers faster, another whimper escaping your throat and all you can do is grip at the sheets.

You've heard your arousal thousands of times by your own undoing, by past lovers and toys but this was strange and dangerous new territory that scratched beneath the surface. That obscene squelching that was filling your bedroom between heady breaths of the pair of you urged you on and you bucked. Two times, then another and on the third curl-

"Bingo." Adrian preened as you came with a sudden shout of his name, warm walls gushing over his knuckles as you fussed beneath him.

The slow drag of his fingers pulling out of you had you a panting mess, Adrian had climbed up between your splayed legs, tired and worn with a crooked smile on his face. When you opened your eyes he was tasting you off his digits.

He moved and hovered above you, bending down to kiss you sloppily, salvia laced with a new burst of arousal. Adrian titled his head. "Can I face fuck you? just like a little bit."

You bit back a laugh and nodded. Though he stilled your movements to sit up and move down his body, instead he tsked you, a damp finger tapped your lips. In all his glory he moved up over your chest, knees dipped into your mattress against your shoulders pinning your arms down at your sides before he gripped the back of shirt and pulled it over his head. You didn't mean to gasp, you'd never seen him in any sort of undress until yesterday. He hummed as he stoked himself through his boxers, his cock thick in his own hand. He watched you watch him through his lashes, he took himself out thumbing the precum already present and waiting.

You swallowed at the sight of him above you. "Go slow first, don't want you to kill me with that thing." You breathed.

"I'd never kill you Babycakes! you're the PB to my J duh... though I might choke you on it; in fact I want to but I would never kill you with it. That would just be crazy..." Adrian bit the inside of his cheek then proceeded to rub the blunt head of his dick along your bottom lip. "Now open wide."

You smiled before lolling out your tongue, he twitched before dipping the head of cock along the soft pad of your mouth. Wrinkles in his forehead had him urging more and more of himself within, he'd only gotten started, had just began to rock his hips down into your face and you could feel his weight already start to sag on him.

You gagged after awhile, watching his face contort in pleasure taken from your warmth, he pushed himself a little more slipping down your throat with his forearms pressed against the wall above your bed. He fucked your mouth with a drawn out groan, easing his cock easily in and out of your wanton mouth.

"Holy fuck Cakes your mouth is... Christ, your mouth is so fucking perfect," one hand traveled down to your brow, he collected some of your sweat from your brow and licked his fingers of its salty tasty with a grunt. "Wish you could fucking see yourself swallowing me down, fuckin' fuck. I should film this, I need to film this."

You grumbled a response, he pulled his cock out for a moment and you caught your breath. Strings of drool clung to your chin. "What was that Babycakes? you shouldn't talk with your mouthful ya' know?" He was smiling like the madman he was.

"Maybe next time," you panted and swallowed even though your throat burned from his thick intrusion. "Right now though, I want you to fuck me. Can you do that?"

"Ha! can I do that? all fucking god damn day I can do that," Adrian scoffed moving backwards down your body, his stomach muscles tightening. He looked so fucking good you had no other choice but to reach out and touch his side, his hip and his outer thigh. Solid; and warm. "How do you want it?"

"I don't care, I just need you in me."

His breath caught in his throat, eyes locked on your own. "That is one of the top seven sexiest things I've ever heard."

"You mean top ten?"

"No, top seven silly." Adrain shook his head, curls dancing over his forehead as he leaned down against the apex of your thighs, grinding himself against you his cock still damp with your salvia as he wiggled his way between your lips, the head of his cock spearing through your walls. He sunk inside you with a drawn out curse, you carefully watched his face morph into bliss just as you gasped when he bottomed out. He whined.

"Love that first stretch," he puffed out, caging in your head while he pressed his forehead to yours. "You ok Babycakes?"

"Mhmm, please you need to move."

"Aw you stuffed full Babycakes? can barely even talk," Adrian for what its worth could speak coherently while fucking, proving more to the point when he started to thrust, gyrating against the warmth of your walls. "Doesn't matter. I plan on fucking out every word you have logged away up there anyway." He tapped your temple and pulled out only to slam right back into your heat.

You yelped and grabbed onto his thick arms, holding him steady and right where you wanted him with a hold of your legs around his waist. You licked your lips.

"You're so fucking good. So good Adrian, so good to me all the fucking time... even when you don't have to... you don't have to be nice." You panted and scratched at his skin, soft and almost supple beneath your nails.

"I want to be nice to you Cakes, I don't have-- much, much in my life but I'm glad you're a part of it. The cream to my Oreo... mmm I'd like to twist and split you open-"

"Adrian please!"

His rambling talks of foods that you two were akin to were endearing and meant the world, but the way he pounded into you faster at the thought of those things had your head swimming.

"Sorry. Focus Adrian focus," he suddenly slapped himself in the face, you didn't have time to react as he was already lowering his mouth to yours.

He kissed you hard with longing, fucking his tongue in and out of your mouth, gliding over your lips to kiss your cheek, then your neck and shoulder taking an experimental bite of one with a moan. "God damn you're soft. Taking me so good, you're the prettiest little thing I've ever had on my cock for sure! please Cakes can um... can you cum for me again?"

You didn't know actually, he'd pulled a few from you already and by the way he was dicking you down this good, your legs already at a tremble did you wonder if you could. "I think so..."

"Good," he kissed you again, biting into your lower lip before he pulled completely out of you, your accustomed walls squeezing around nothing made you sob. He rolled your pliant body over onto your belly, large hands kneading the flesh of your back digging into the backs of your thighs up and over the cheeks of your ass until you felt him spread your legs. "Gonna' make you cum again cutie, I can't help myself I'm being a little greedy-- that alright?"

You turned your head against the mattress, looking over your shoulder as he positioned himself by rubbing a set of fingers along your swollen lips, gently tapping your clit and making you jerk beneath his weight. "Be greedy all you want babe, 'm all yours."

Adrian had barely pushed back into your hole, grunting as he easily slid in and out his hands pushing you down between your shoulder blades. "Eight. Top eight sexiest thing you've done now. If you're all mine you're gonna' get it and get it fucking good. Think you can take it, hmm? take all this fucking dick Babycakes? stretch this sexy fuckin' hole right out." He chuckled and all you could do was whine and nod, watching him fuck you from behind. "You like that don't you? go ahead and look back at it. Look back at me fucking you senseless."

His smile was predatory, his thrusts brutal but steady and you had to finally look away and he laid it on you. It was all too much, he was overwhelming in the best sort of way.

You hummed when you felt him lean, hitting a deeper angle that had you silently screaming for more tightening your grip on your sheets. He kissed over your shoulders, nipped the back of your neck before holding onto it with one of his hands while the other gave your backside a strong slap.

It was only a matter of decent strokes, slipping a little deeper when you lifted your hips just the faintest amount had you both chasing towards the climax line just in reach, so damn close. The synchronicity of your breaths, your movements and slapping of skin on skin drove you to a spiraling state, Adrian twitched behind you no doubt on his own euphoric cloud.

"I'm close Adrian please, cum with me cum with me." You cried out, a gush of new wetness milked around his cock.

"You first, I'm right behind ya' I promise."

“Jesus Adrian!" You clenched around him, the noises he made was a symphony in your ears, bouncing off your bedroom walls until all you could feel was expanding heat as another orgasm ripped through you. You whimpered his name into the bed.

Adrian's hands shifted to your lower back with a groan. Pushing you further into the bed, he fucked you faster before pulling out leaving you wanting more but straightened when you felt him slide his dick between your cheeks, with a low groan he came. Ropes of his come shot out, splashing along your lower back while he rocked against you.

You listened to him catch his breath, it hitched a few times before you heard him laugh lightly to himself. He told you to hold still, he picked up his shirt from the floor and cleaned up the mess he made, he folded it rather neatly so it didn't stick to anything else by your bedroom door.

Adrian confidently walked about your room, watching you roll over on to your side. He stopped at the foot of your bed and held up his fingers like it was a picture frame.

"Now what are you doing?"

"Taking a mental picture, duh. I have a really vivid memory and this is definitely one I want to remember every little, teeny tiny detail about!"

He really was a weirdo sometimes but as you snuggled into bed, you realized he was now your weirdo. And you liked that; a lot.

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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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2, 3 from the fickin ask meme!

2. who + what do you miss from your canon(s) the most?i miss Home(tm) from main john tl the most probably? plus i miss isabelle + max a lot and i just. wheezes gently my family

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thisisalarmin replied to your post: lol i’m just really generally wary of raceswapped...

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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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