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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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I'm so excited that you're asks are open ☺️ Can I request the prompt “I don’t let anyone touch my hair. So… feel blessed, I guess.” “Oh, I do!” with Dympna Devers

Thanks girl ❤️

Hands in his hair

paring: dympna devers x fem!reader

a/n: thanks so much for requesting! Bare with me I've only seen calm with horses once and It was a while ago now lol also in the movie don't they say dympna bleached his hair? there's a bit in here that talks about that and I'm sorry if it's wrong but I hope you like this anyways!

Part of my request prompt list!

warning(s): fluff, suggestive content, secret relationship, ahh I didn't know how to end this! 🫣 unedited!

Dympnas bedroom was where you spent most of your time with him, it was the safest place beside's his car that you both would hang out in. Your family didn't know about your boyfriend and nor did his know about you, and you both desired to keep it that way for as long as possible. Every now and again you did get an occasional question of where are you going? during the day from your parents but you'd say studying or hanging out with your friends, which wasn't a lie Dympna was your only friend.

You sat in Dympnas's lap on his bed, his arms secure around your waist and yours around his shoulders as soft music played from the recorded player in the corner of the room. It was currently playing a soft tune of indie music which you'd never guessed Dympna to be into that sorta genre. You both talked about your week and steal your share of kisses between you two. It wasn't super romantic but it was perfect for the two of you to be content and close together. On days like this when his sisters were out either at school or work is when you'd come over and just hang out but you still locked the door just in case someone were to come barging in. You wanted to spend as much secretive time together as possible, Dympna had said to you how excited it made him feel to know he had you all to himself and how romantic it was to hold and kiss you behind closed doors, and you couldn't disagree. Something about the whole secretiveness was very Shakespeare and dare say you loved that.

Sometimes it was hard to keep your relationship so private when Dympna gave you the eyes when you spotted each other across the pub on days when you would be there on your own and he'd show up with his gang. Or when you were trying to be as quiet as mice In his room while making out and he would trail his hands all over your body, much like he was now.

His hands squeezed ever so softly at your thighs causing you to gasp in his mouth as he kissed you hotly. You pulled away from him slightly breaking the kiss with a soft smack imitating through the air and he looks up at you with a pout.

"If you can't behave yourself then I will resort to sitting on the floor the rest of the time I'm here," you say a bit sternly.

He scoffs at you and pulls you closer to his chest. "I can't help it if m'girl is so gorgeous and I wanna touch er," he mumbles.

Heat rushes to your cheeks at the word gorgeous emphasized by his accent. He almost never failed to make you feel all giddy with his lips in more ways than one. He leans forward to kiss you again but you bring your finger up to his lips and they smoosh. You feel his lips vibrate when he laughs behind your finger.

"Okay I'll behave," he takes your hand away and interlocks your fingers together.

You just marvel at him for a moment taking in his beautiful blue eyes and a big nose that you think is so adorable, His frown lines around his mouth from how much he smiles around you, The small tattoo in the corner of his right eye that you love to trace with your fingertip. Everything about him you love and wouldn't change. Dympna notices how quiet you got and see you staring at him.

"Watcha doin?" he asks tilting his head slightly to the side, scanning your face as well.

"Just admiring the view," you answer plainly. Your eyes trail up to his hair to see dark hair growing under the blonde ends, you had noticed his hair was starting to get longer over the past couple of months but he hadn't said anything about it. You thought maybe he would grow it out and finally have his natural hair color back since he had told you he bleached it.

Your hands reach up to tangle in the locks and gently tug at them to which Dyampna groans softly at the touch. You look back down at him a little perplexed at his reaction and see his face in shock himself.

"Did you like that?" you asked amused.

"N-no," he stutters.

You tug on it the same way again and he lets out a moan.

"You did like it!" you gasp.

"Hey, I will push you off this bed," he warns. “I don’t let anyone touch my hair. So… feel blessed, I guess,”

You knew Dympna was very fussy about his hair, always fiddling with it and making sure it looked right half the time. You were surprised he was letting you touch it for this long, but he clearly didn't seem to mind you touching his hair. “Oh, I do!” you giggle.

Continued to run your fingers through his hair in silence and you decided to pull on his hair once more causing him to flip you over onto your back. "That's it you little minx," he traps you below him with his arms cading you into the bed, but it didn't make you feel small or helpless as he leaned over you smiling darkly.

"That's unfair!" you protest.

He leans down until your noses are touching, your cheeks heat up once more and you can feel his chains dangling on your chest.

"What's unfair?" he asks. His gaze is taunting you to say something back but you just blink not knowing what to say in your dazed state. "that's what I thought,"

You reach up to tangle your fingers in the chains, they're cool to the touch providing a contrast to your hot skin pulling him down closer till your lips are brushing. "Maybe you should wait to hear what I have to say," you counter.

"Maybe I should teach you a lesson about teasing missy," he says. "bet you'd like that,"

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mothdruid · 3 years

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behave.

pairing: Dympna Devers x Female!Reader

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

wc: 1.5k

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

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

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

Dympna.

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

“Ya hear me?” The other man asked.

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

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

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

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

“Te’ fuck you doin’?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There, better?”

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

“Dympna, I need more.” You whined.

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

“Look at me.”

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

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

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

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

“All for you D. Only for you Dympna.”

“It’s Mr. Devers.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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moonslove7 · 3 years

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Hello !! May I request a Dympna Devers x Reader where reader is sort of this cute and bubbly person (kinda like Cat Valentine), they’re aware of what Dympna and his family does and even though Dympna doesn’t think he’s worthy of reader they reassure him he is?? Thank youuu <3

Hello! Yes you may, thank you so much for giving me the request!

I Don't Deserve You - Dympna Devers x reader

It was moments like this when Dympna often wondered to himself what he did to exactly deserve someone so loving, sweet and well - you - even though his life often revolved around his uncles growing need to sell as my drugs as they could and beating up, sometimes even torturing, anyone who looked at them funny. A secret the blonde never told a soul, was that he didn't like what he was doing, or what his family did. But he knew he had to if he wanted to be ok - if he wanted his family and a place in the world. He sat on the house's sofa as he watched you laughing about with his sisters next to him, lost in his thoughts as he brought the beer bottle to his chapped lips, taking a swig and just watching you - takin you in as you spoke using your hands to add enthusiastically to the conversation.

He remembered how you acted when you first found out, how it was only because you were sleeping in his room waiting for him to come home like you usually did because like a psychic you always knew something shady was happening with his family you just never trusted that feeling completely enough to question him about it but it was enough for you to worry about if he would come home.

*Flashback thing#*

"Why do you gotta go Dym?" You'd whisper to him as you rested your forehead to his as his hands wrapped around your waist, he sighed as he pouted at the thought of leaving you for a few hours. "I got stuff to do, y'know?" he nudged his nose on yours making you smile at him at the playful nudge, "Okay, but I'm stealing your jumper pretty boy!" You half shout the sentence as you quickly get out of his arms and run to the sofa he is now sitting on remembering that moment as you scooped up his brown jumper and ran around the small coffee table, stumblingly sliding it over your head as you managed to run away from him, Dympna giggling along as he chased you. "Hey! Get back here, cheeky!" He yelled in between the giggling, chasing you up the stairs to his room, only just stopping you from closing his bedroom door on him with his foot as he grabbed your hands in his, intertwining his fingers with yours as you stood there grinning and nearly laughing at him as he huffed out of breath, he stumbled closer to you to peck your lips with his, "You gonna stay here while I do my business?" He asked, bringing your hands to rest on his shoulders as he looked into your eyes, resting your hands on his waist, nodding to him, he would be lying if he said it wasn't relieving to know you'd be somewhere he considered safe. Giving you once last quick kiss he forced himself to leave you in his room, he was usually nearly always either with you or helping his shady uncles business.

He didn't expect the drug deal to go a little bad, it ended with him getting a bloody nose which he didn't realise he had blood running down his nose onto his lips, dripping on his shirt as he walked through the front door, hanging his jacket up and instantly forcing his legs to walk into the direction of his room, he was just tired and wanted to sleep with his love beside him. Sighing as he opened his bedroom door relieved to just be back. He just dropped face first into his bed which you were sleeping on, making you wake startled from the jolt of his body hitting the mattress, you furrowed your eyebrows as you look at Dympna laying there with his face buried in a pillow barely moving. You moved a leg to kick his gently, making him groan, using his arms he moved so his face was facing you with just the street lights being the only source of light in the room, illuminating the bloody mess on his face, you brought a hand up to his face, catching some of his blood on your finger, looking at it for a few minutes in your tired haze you suddenly realised what it was making your eyes go wide as you also shrieked at Dympna, "What the actual fuck happened Dym?" You asked sitting up and reaching for the nearby lamp to get a proper look at him with better lighting.

At first Dympna was confused, then he realised how his nose was stinging a bit with the tangy taste of metal in his mouth, he groaned again in annoyance. "Hey, mister, use words." You said to him as you took his face in your hands, stroking his cold cheeks with your thumbs. "I, uh.." He tried to think while you caressed his face. but his mind was just drawing blanks. "Fell.. over?" He said opening his eyes properly just to see your concerned face with an eyebrow raised. "Because a pavement can definitely make someone look like they've been in a fist fight, can't they?" You question sarcastically, him nodding along with you gently and closing his eyes again, "Mhm, they're got a mean right hook, darlin'" He almost whispered making you sigh at the blond in front of you, shaking your head in disbelief. "Come on," You said to him as you held onto his shoulders to get him to sit up, "Hmm, where we going?" He asked, refusing to open his eyes. "I gotta clean you up, whether you were in a fist fight with a pavement or not." You whisper, kissing his forehead making him smile at how soft you were being with him.

You knew he'd tell you eventually, if there's anything you knew about Dympna it was he hated not telling you things and he was rubbish at keeping secrets from you. So there he was, sat on the toilet lid as you used cotton pads and water to clean up the blood trail on his face, he was just watching you look after him so carefully he decided to finally let you in on it, knowing you'd be safe because not only would he not allow anything to happen to you but he knew his family loved you. "I... uh, was dealing drugs and I guess we underestimated how much of a junky the guy we were giving the drugs to was..." He mumbled out, furrowing his eyebrows and refusing to look at you now. "Why?" You ask him, "Why what?" He asks back, "Why do you do it for?"

"Y'know my uncles? Well they have this drug business thing going on and they well want me to be apart.. of it." He nearly whispered back, finally looking at you to see you stop cleaning his face, crouching down so you were face to face with him, "I always had a feeling your family was into some shady shit, just didn't think you were involved and that's ok!" He looked down again, thinking you were probably going to leave him and he wouldn't blame you if you did, "hey..." You whispered, holding his face in your hands again, pushing your foreheads together as you nuzzled his nose against yours making him smile a little, "I'm never going anywhere, as long as you'll have me, just please for the love of God be careful." He nodded moving his lips to yours as he kissed you, refusing to stop as your lips parted to take in a breath before his were chasing yours again, his hands gripping your waist in his jumper that you put on. He just wanted to get lost in you, forget about everything but you.

*end of flashback*

Bringing him out of his thoughts, you had stumbled over to him naraly avoiding the drinks and food around you, holding your drink as you giggled the way to him sliding into his lap while everyone was laughing at your antics and shaking their head at the scene of you sitting on your boyfriend with you sideways, "Jeez, why do you even like him (y/n)?" One of his sisters asked shaking her head in disgust, you instantly replying with, "Well, that's because he's my pretty boy!" You nearly yelled back making everyone laugh as Dympna blushed at your words, reaching down you kissed his lips smirking at the pink on his cheeks as he was barely holding onto his drink, "I honestly don't deserve you..." He said smiling at you shaking your head at him, "Yes you do Grumpy pants..." You whispered kissing him again but this time you slid your tongue past his lips that barely stopped you, not giving him a chance to disagree again, his tongue joining you as he hummed in satisfaction, he couldn't stop telling himself how selfish he felt with staying with you but in these moments where you lovingly and passionately kissed him he had no thoughts, there was nothing but you, the hyper cute woman he had cherished and loved since he first set eyes on her.

I hope you enjoyed ! If you have a fanfic idea for Dympna send it in!

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causticcauses · 3 years

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Only Stop at Exits

Part One -> Two, Three, Four

Pairing: Dympna Devers x (gender neutral) Reader

Summary: You wanted out of your rough life employed to the Devers family. Building a life with Dympna just wasn't possible when it meant dragging yourself through shit to be with him. When things came to a head, the only question was what you would have to leave behind.

Warnings: Angst, mention of past death, drug use/reference, abuse reference, swearing.

A/N: I’m probably gonna do another part to this, where they makeup with sex but at the moment I just wanted an angsty piece. Let me know if you liked it, I’m interested if this hit the right characterization!

Gentle and teasing, Dympna's kiss was a distracting thing, and it was hard to remember why you were up here with his mouth on yours. For a moment, you just responded to the pressure, let him slip his tongue past your lips as you arched your body into his. He hummed, amused by your neediness, and the tremor bloomed as warmth across your mouth. Another distraction. A moment later Dympna broke off. Not to give you a second to recover, no; his mouth trailed down, pressing a languid line down your neck.

Your breath caught when his hand joined his mouth, cupping your throat with a pressure equal parts possessive and protective, and it felt like if you closed your eyes you could float through the bed. Unmoored – that was how he made you feel. Like you could float, as long as he was there to ground you in your skin.

Except if you allowed this to happen, you would wake up in his arms tomorrow and remember that there were several things that could set you adrift and up shit creek without a paddle.

"Stall a sec." Dympna didn't hear your strained request at first, lips hot against your skin, and you curled your fingers through his blond hair, tugged gently. "Wait." Easy enough, Dympna let you pull him away from kissing your collarbone. When you let him go, trailing your fingers along the little cross by his eye before dropping them, he made a low grunt, half complaint, half question.

"What's'it?" he slurred, the sound dopey, and you knew it wasn't a reflection of how drunk he actually was. Dympna was trying to make you laugh, and in a different time, it would have worked. As it was, you bit at your lip, fighting the urge to look away.

"I wanna talk to you."

"Oh? I'm all ears, darlin'." So saying, he rolled off of you, propped himself up on a careless elbow, head resting on his hand. You watched the quizzical tilt of his head, the slight smirk that had been condescending years ago and now was anything but, and you hesitated. You'd grabbed his attention and he was listening to you, listening intently, in a way you hadn't entirely expected. He wasn't smashed, you knew that, but somehow you'd thought the alcohol might have softened his attention somewhat. Had you hoped for it? Maybe. Maybe that was why you'd decided to talk to him at the party, and not some other time.

After all, you'd had this conversation before. Not in the exact words you planned to say now, less direct, but same idea. And it hadn't gone well.

He sensed your hesitation, and his smirk faded slightly. "Honest to angels, love, I'm listening. What is it?" Dympna's blue eyes searched yours with an attentiveness you'd never in a thousand years thought he'd show to anyone but his sisters, and the care in them made your throat close up. There was no caution in his gaze, like he couldn’t ever imagine, let alone brace for what you planned to say.

And you suddenly knew you had to say it, you had to blurt it out or you were never going to.

"I want out, Dympna."

The effect was immediate. There may as well have been a light switch you'd just flicked off. Dympna wasn't an idiot, and he picked up what you meant well enough. The stony expression – the one he always reached for when he felt out of his depth – made that obvious.

"Out?" His voice was wrong. Pitched too high, like he'd been about to laugh but changed his mind. "What d'ya mean, out?" Abandoning his careless posture, Dympna moved to sit up fully as he spoke, pressing his bare shoulder against the bed's headboard, leaning against it like he needed the support as he watched you.

You jutted up your chin, kept your gaze steady. Didn't blink under the unrelenting pressure of his cool blue stare. "It's not hard to get, Dympna." It wasn't a good idea to take that disparaging tone, not with him, not now, but you could feel the anxiety seething under your skin and it made you sharp. Besides, him playing dumb was an asshole move. "I want out of this work, this business, whatever you wanna call it, I want out."

It was very quiet in the room. His room. Down below, you could hear the pulse of music, the pitch and flow of sloshed voices careening through several stages of drunk and disorderly. Up here, though, the silence was thick and heavy, pressing on you just as hard as his eyes were.

His eyes, suddenly very hard and very cold, chips of blue in a face gone still. It made you ache to see his expression, that rapid retreat that went hand in in hand with his movement, as he turned away, putting his shoulder to you. Blocking you out.

He still hadn't said anything, and you couldn't help the simmer of uncertainty in your voice. "Dympna? Are you–"

"Sorry, sorry." Caustic, mocking. "I was just processin', yeah? Don't think I heard you quite right, just – I didn't catch it. Say it again for me, one more time."

This was dangerous territory. You'd known that since you joined with the Devers some three years ago, ferrying drugs to pay off a debt. You'd known that a year ago, when this – whatever this was – started between you two. You'd known it several minutes back, persuading Dympna to follow you upstairs with a long kiss and a murmur. You'd known it a moment ago, too, gathering up the courage to ease his lips from your throat, seeing the sluggish, hazy warmth in his face. It had been that look – that fucking look, too affectionate by half – that made you blurt out the words instead of taking a second to set up, to prepare what you were gonna say.

The way Dympna was talking, though, in a voice suddenly distant, removed from the warmth of seconds before, made the danger more – immediate. More than it had been in a long time. You'd discussed this a couple times, more roundabout. What it would take to get out. When, even if it was possible. And he'd reacted badly to that, too.

You swallowed the nerves, or tried to. They just ended up a prickly ball in your throat. "D, I'm not saying I want to leave you or–"

"Nah, nah." He made a violent movement, brushing the words away. "Not that, darlin'. Say what you said. Exact what y'said, mind."

With a short inhale, you lifted your chin again. Your voice was quiet, but, you were proud to note, unwavering. You'd come a long way in these last years. "I want out."

"Yeah... Yeah, that's what I thought." Dympna's hand went up, ruffling at the back of his blond hair. It was an uncertain motion, an endearing one he'd never really got rid of. It didn't match his tone, all splinters and derision. "Didn't think you coulda said that, because it's so fuckin' stupid."

"Dympna!" Your stung rebuke made him drop his hand into his lap, and you noticed it was curled into a fist. A moment later he was off the bed, pacing unsteadily.

"What the fuck do you want me to say? 'Grand, ay, well and away with ya?' Is that it? 'Cause I can't fuckin' say that, y'know I can't!" He mangled the words into a cry at the end, tried to stand up straighter. More clearly, looking away from you, Dympna repeated, "I can't."

You slid yourself to the edge of the bed, planning on going to him, but Dympna stiffened and so you kept yourself sitting there. "Dympna, I'm not just – this isn't about going away."

"Isn't it?" He almost whispered the question.

It was so painful to see him look like that. With his shirt off, the gold chain wrapped around his throat and the cross hanging on his bare chest, he looked – exposed. Hard but brittle, like any second he was gonna crumble, and hate himself for it, probably. You knew Dympna, how he disliked his own emotions, how they got in the way of being the "man" he should be. His words, but his uncles' thoughts. Thoughts you'd been trying to steer him away from, but it looked liked that was all collapsing, as Dympna reached for harshness to steady himself.

More loudly now. "Isn't it? We've talked 'bout this before, 'til I'm sick of it."

That made you tense up. "Yeah, we have, and you've not listened! You just brush it off, every time I try to–"

"Like fuck I've brushed it off!" Dympna's voice jumped to a startling volume, and you flinched automatically, just another ingrained response you'd hoped you were rid of. As soon as he saw it, he cut himself off, inhaling curtly and taking a step back.

Controlled now, in the way a collar controlled one of Paudi's crazed dogs, but the emotion was still seething in his words. "I ain't brushed it off, not hardly, darlin'. But I've told you and told you, you try to get out and my uncles will see you out forever." He noticed you start to protest, and raised his hand. "Yeah, you could probably get far 'nuff away that they'd leave off you. And then..." He hesitated, and you could tell the moment he ripped his emotions out of the picture, because his voice was suddenly too light, too casual. "We'd be done. Finished. It's not hard to get, huh?"

The deliberate echo of your words resounded cruelly in the small space of his room and Dympna turned away, his hands restless as they picked along his faded jeans. You weren't sure if there was any blood left in your face – you were lightheaded enough to believe it had all sunk into your stomach.

"It doesn't have to be that way, Dympna. We could still talk, see each other on a call or something. This isn't the dark ages." Even as you said it, the desperate suggestion was falling flat. Have Dympna without having him? Keep his words but lose his fingers, ruffling idly through your hair or lightly gripping the back of your neck? Get his laugh, but only in pieces? The thought had no appeal.

Dympna responded about as negatively as your own thoughts. "I'm not 'bout to have ya off with yer man, far and away."

Fucking typical. Like you'd get with some random, even if they were a ride. You didn't know if the jealousy was an act, hiding something else, or if Dympna actually thought you'd go behind his back just 'cause there were multiple miles between you, but it made you bristle all the same.

“It wouldn’t be like that!” you protested hotly. “Besides, what if– it doesn’t have to be just me, D. You could come, or–”

“And leave my sisters in this shithole? See how long it was before my fuckin’ uncles started them in on the business? Or worse?”

That was one of the biggest sticking points, you knew. And the most immovable. Dympna wasn’t, in some ways, the bravest man, the most likely to stand up. Yet at the same time he’d walk through hell and then go deeper for his sisters. He’d even kept on after what had happened to Arm, after what Paudi had done, just to keep his sisters safe. It was a soft fact, the kind you kept your fingers curled around when he was beating someone or driving at a speed Usain Bolt might reckon unsafe.

What did that leave between the two of you, though? “They could come with,” you suggest, already knowing the arguments, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah? And how you expect me to support them? I’m guessin’ you wouldn’t want me sellin’ the stuff, and darlin’ in case you haven’t noticed, there ain’t much more in my set of skills to speak of.”

A lie, one that annoyed you for his sake and for yours. “You’re more than that! I keep telling you, you’re only half as smart as you think you are, and that still makes you near a fucking genius.” An attempt at a joke that went sour because your voice was too tense, too volatile.

You couldn’t even tell if he was amused or not; he put his back to you, running his hands aimlessly over the crap on his desk. At this angle, you could see the scars, crisscrossing his back. A mishmash of marks, some long and ropy, others just blunt spots, starting from his shoulders and going down. Grotesque in how badly they cut up the smooth expanse of his skin, in how boldly they spoke to the pain he’d been in.

Paudi hadn’t been happy with what Dympna had done – or failed to do – when it came to Arm. With the big man dead, the psychopath hadn’t had anyone else to go after, so he’d done it to his nephew, instead. It wasn’t nothing that couldn’t heal with time, and D claimed it didn’t even hurt anymore, a year and half later, but the marks were still there. You suspected they always would be. Just another thing he couldn’t escape from.

The reminder made you swallow, sorrow and pity and frustration all knotted in your throat. “D...” You stopped, searching for the words that he couldn’t just sneer away. “You deserve more than this,” you ended up saying, simply.

That made him laugh, the ugly chuckle he reserved for laughing at himself. “Dunno ‘bout that,” he said, low and reflective, and at last he turned back to you. His blue eyes had warmed – a little – from the initial freeze, but when he moved closer to you, hands out and pleading, you could already tell it wasn’t going to go where you wanted it to. “Ya don’t have to go. We’re getting things bigger, better. Soon ‘nuff, hell, you won’t even need to be runnin’ it, we’ll have enough to get some slob to do it.”

Bigger. Better. The Devers were growing their kingdom, and they’d found marijuana wasn’t the only brick they wanted to build their empire on. This piss-poor town couldn’t support that, but the Devers farm was well put to hit some of the larger areas, and so they’d started thinking, and more than thinking, about moving some other drugs.

The first time a couple months back that you’d been handed a small bag of white powder by Hector, to “nip on over and give to that tosser Byrne,” had been the first time you’d seriously thought about quitting. And when the first overdose hit Glanbeigh, first in five years, anyways, you’d made up your mind. Room and board, the amount of pay Dympna had wrangled out of his uncles, it wasn’t near worth being part of what was happening.

Your debts were almost clear, too. The money ones, anyways. “That’s the thing, Dympna,” you said quietly, not accepting his hands. “I don’t want anything to do with that.”

His eyebrows drew together, and he brought his thumb to his mouth, biting at the nail. Speaking around it, he commented, “Now there’s gratitude for you.”

You pressed your hands into the bed covers to avoid doing something more violent. “Gratitude?” you repeated, barely able to choke the words out. “Gratitude?” He tried to interrupt but it was your turn to bull over him, heat boiling in your veins. “And what the fuck do I have to be grateful for? Spending a year and a half getting worked over like a fucking dog, making no money, everything going to your uncles?”

It’d been a mistake, giving your debt to Hector. He’d even tried pushing you to doing some other shit, and Christ but you might have done it if you hadn’t started with Dympna. Paudi was a psychopath but Hector was a devil in tweed. The two deserved each other.

“It’s not like that anymore,” Dympna pointed out. “I’ve got you, darlin’, and Hector doesn’t get a say in what happens with ya.” His voice was coaxing, warm-toned paint slathered over red anger. He was good at that, good at switching gears, and sometimes you admired him for his flexibility and charisma, but not today. Today it was just another manipulation to keep you stuck here.

“Just like your uncles didn’t get a say in what happened to Fannigan? To Arm?” You said it to shock him, to jar him off that oil-slick reassurance, to remind him that he didn’t have control over this snowballing situation. You tried to tell yourself you didn’t say it to be cruel.

It was the wrong thing to say, but this whole thing was fucking wrong. Dympna’s face spasmed, a riot of... Fuck, you didn’t even know. Grief, guilt, rage, regret. All of it, storming across his face and then gone. He closed it off. Shoved it to that place that you couldn’t reach, and it was scary, a little, how mild he looked. Dympna only looked mild when the shadow of violence was on him.

“You’ve got it all figured out, yeah? You’re so fuckin’ smart, you can see it all?” He stepped closer and you had to fight the urge to quail into the bed. He didn’t do anything, though, just watched you with that unnerving stillness. When he spoke again, you thought you could hear something through that calm, some stilted emotion straining to get through, but it didn’t manage it. “Well, then... You already know how it is. I ain’t fuckin’ leaving. You wanna do it, that’s your fuckin’ business, but don’t expect no handouts from me when you’re gone.”

"So it's just like that? That's – those are my options? Be a drug mule for the rest of my life and stick with you, or fuck right off?"

"Clever cunt," he said sardonically, and if you'd had something at hand you would have thrown it at him. As it was, you lurched to your feet, hands balled at your side.

"Fuck you," you spat.

He didn't look at you when he replied. "You were about to, yeah? That part of the plan? Get me langers, all fuckin' set for the ride and then spring this shit on me?"

You flushed at that, partly from defensive anger and partly because it was true. It hadn't been fair to bring this up now, to lead him up here like you were panting for it and then suddenly veer straight sober. But – you'd thought it might be better. Like maybe, maybe, if you reminded him of what was between you two, he could... You didn't know. Let go of shit.

But he wouldn’t. He just wouldn’t. Things crystalized, then. Hardened.

“Didn’t matter when I sprang it, you weren’t gonna listen, anyways. You’re too much a coward to change anything,” you said bitterly. He snorted, but before the next insult came, you were walking away. By his bed, by him, to the door.

Maybe he was surprised, or hurt, or maybe just conflicted, but it took that long for him to respond. “Call me a coward, but I ain’t the one runnin’ away.”

“Sometimes running isn’t cowardice, Mr. Devers. Sometimes it’s just common sense. ‘Specially from a shithole like this one,” was your nasty, tired answer. You flung open his door and the noise from downstairs flooded into the room, almost physically demanding in the way it invaded the space. It smothered whatever intimacy was left between you both – if there was any.

“So– what? That’s it? You’re gone?” There it was again, that something straining to be heard under his casual note. More prominent now, it was like pleading or disbelief or loss – or maybe all three – but it wasn’t loud enough to pierce the cold clarity that had taken hold of you.

It was with vindictive pleasure, and bare grief, that you replied, “Clever cunt.”

And then you were gone. Down the stairs, through the throngs of people gathered throughout the house. A few called your name, voices slurred or sharp with their medicine of choice, but you ignored them. Your heart was beating fast, an actual pain in your chest, and your ears were straining so hard it felt like they might burst. Waiting for one voice. For just a few familiar words that might, somehow, stop this nightmare track.

The words didn’t come, and too soon, three years too late, you reached the door.

And then you were gone, leaving him behind you.

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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."

#dympna devers #dympna devers x reader #dympna devers x female reader #dympna imagine #dympna devers smut #dympna fic #calm with horses (2019)#dympna devers imagine #dympna devers x fic #the shadow of violence #the shadow of violence fic #the shadow of violence imagine

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simplymakkari · 2 years

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omg sis do a little makkari x dympna headcanon 👀

okay i legit tried with this so not my best headcanon but ~~ Makkari is the only one who can call Dympna Dympna and to everyone else, he's Mr. Devers. Call him Dympna and he'll smash a bottle over your head heh. Makkari’s definitely intrigued by his bad boy energy and kinda ends up staying in the town for a little longer and teaches him some sign language. Dympna gets intrigued by her and her beauty, wondering why a Deaf woman like her is settling in a place like this, and writes out notes for her, struggling with sign language. Makkari never reveals her speed to him, liking the simplicity and danger of it all.

Dympna likes to show a soft spot for Makkari and she's the one who did his blonde dye job per his request and she's the only one who is allowed to touch his hair. She spends most of her time with his sisters, making sure they stay safe and they bond over that a bit with Makkari's share of a chaotic family.

Makkari doesn't necessarily agree with his violence and rage and works with him to help him get out of the family business, which he confessed to her one night, but he's in too far deep and it isnt easy to leave. Sometimes he gets hammered at the pub, he starts sprouting some classic literacy to try and impress her, butchering words and shite and tries to dance with her. He glares at anyone (maybe tries to fight them too lmao) that tries to get with Makkari and she only rolls her eyes and giggles, pats his head and takes him back to her shitty apartment to rest and sober him up.

On a smutty note, Dymphna likes to rearrange her insides when he's railing her hard on her bed after dark, horny af, his necklace in his mouth because he can't get no goddamn privacy in his home, especially with all six of his sisters. Makkari doesn't mind it and likes to kiss his tattoo and likes his stamina 😏

The relationship comes to a sad end when Dympna's ordered to kill Makkari and Arm and he can't bring himself to do it and tells her to leave and never come back and deals with Arm.

#makkari #dympna devers #tumblr asks #answered ask #inbox #does this even make sense

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slashfuhrer · 5 months

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I wanted a dympna x arm edit to bad habits so I made a dympna x arm edit to bad habits

#barry keoghan #cosmo jarvis #calm with horses #dympna x arm #dympna devers #video edit

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slashfuhrer · 6 months

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Re-reading my dympna x arm oneshot and getting horny again, no regrets, no modesty

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slashfuhrer · 7 months

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i cant believe im at 1,500 words in my dympna x arm oneshot already and nobody's cock is out yet, why does this keep happening

#calm with horses

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slashfuhrer · 7 months

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having to work on reforestation stats reliability when what i wanna be working on is dympna x arm smut :((

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slashfuhrer · 5 months

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i need a dympna x arm video edit to bad habits by ed sheeran ft bring me the horizon

#calm with horses #dympna devers

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siempre-bucky · 3 years

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Balcony

Dympna Devers x Reader

Summary: You managed to get away from one of your father's parties, only to find your forbidden boyfriend reciting Shakespeare in the street.

wc: 1.1k

A/N: so they put West Side Story on Disney+ and I'm such a sucker for Tonight and a balcony scene. I thought it paired really well with our boy Dympna. poorly edited at 2am

tagging the unimind :@mothdruid @waspswidows

The loud music of your father's party was deafening to your ears, the stench of their endless bottles of alcohol stung your nose. Your father's gang, as much as they kept tabs on the ‘heir’, didn’t pay you any attention when you passed them on the stairs. You finally managed to retreat to your room, with a sigh and a soft click of the doorknob the pounding of your head subsided.

Your bed was calling your name like a lullaby, begging you to slide in under the freshly washed blankets and sheets. As you crossed the carpet floor, a slurred voice caught your attention over the pounding bass. The tone was familiar, it had a slight rasp, accent laid on thick. It couldn’t be- “Dympna?” you muttered under your breath, cocking your head to the side so your ear was slightly closer to the open window.

“Juliet is the sun or some shite!” the voice yelled from below.

That sure sounded like him, you noted. Changing course, you walked to the window and took a seat on the small bench you placed there for nights like these. Resting your hands on the ledge, you placed your chin on top of your knuckles and observed your boyfriend.

“Who is…sick…and pale with grief,” the blond slurred, taking a swig from the beer bottle he clutched in his hand. The man in the acid wash jeans stumbled in the alleyway, his shadow cascading on the home adjacent to him. You giggled as he recited the butchered Shakespeare in the yellow light of the street lamps. “Be not ‘er maid, since the ol bitch is envious.”

“Dympna!” you tried your best to keep your voice down as you called for him.

Paudi and your father had been rivals since their paths crossed at a drop quite a few years ago. Enemies were forged that day, but so were lovers. The tragic cliche of two people falling in love when their families swore to have the other killed on a daily basis. Dympna wasn’t like the men that stood in front of him that day; he was kind, thoughtful, he still had a soul in this way of life. “Dympna!” you called out for him again.

Dympna hummed at the light-hearted giggle in your voice, turning around to face you. His pale face broke out into a wide smile, putting his arms high in the air he spoke again, “It is m’lady! It is m’love!”

“What are you doing here?” you questioned as he threw his bottle to the side, letting it fall with a loud crash, “my da will kill you!”

The boy pouts and shoves his hands in his pockets, “Ehm,” he chuckled nervously, “I really wanted to see ya. Missed you, m’love.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and rose to your knees, sticking your head further out the window. “It couldn’t wait till tomorrow, D?”

Dympna shook his head and scrunched his nose at you. His cobalt eyes lingered on the rose-filled lattice that lead straight to your second-floor window. It was almost perfectly convenient that your mom placed the fence there, but she did have a little bird in her ear. You told her you loved the smell of the flowers coming into your open window, but it was really so the Devers boy could climb to your window late at night. “No better night than tonight, Sunshine,” he told you sweetly, “I can come up, yeah?”

“If they see thee, they will murder thee,” you laugh, quoting the play.

Dympna groaned, “I don’t know any more after that! Ya know I hate the fuckin' Shakespeare lad.” He ignored the protests and walked closer to the roses, his eyes never leaving yours, “There’s no other place I’d rather be tonight.”

You looked back at your locked door, making a mental note that you did lock it when you walked in. “Fine! Hurry,” you told him in a hushed tone. The blond hurried up the wall, being careful of the crimson roses you loved so much.

Heat rose to your face as he placed his hands on the window ceil, his face finally right in front of you. The moonlight caressing his soft features mixed with the warm light from your room made a swarm of butterflies erupt around your heart. It was always like seeing him for the first time, his eyes so close to yours, the smell of his cologne reaching your airways. “Hello,” you whisper, a loving smile forming on your features.

The man leaned forward, placing his cool forehead against yours and placing one of his hands on the nape of your neck. You melted into his warm touch, the small callouses on his palm lightly scratching your face. “Hello.”

“So what made you come all the way here and yell Romeo and Juliet at my street?” you asked him as he pulled away, his hand returning to anchor himself on the window.

"I always thought us like them, ya know?"

You snorted and leaned a little closer. The blond matched your action until a small gap was left between you. "Romeo and Juliet?" You questioned.

"Forbidden relationship, feuding families,” he listed.

“Then they both died at the end,” you remind him.

Dympna’s face fell flat as he remembered the ending. Death was something he thought about often; it came with the job, with the family. He thought about your death more than his, the thought of your watchful eyes growing cold and lifeless haunted him late at night. He inched closer, “Tony and Maria… from that movie you like,” he suggested.

“Tony dies at the end,” you tell him as you inched closer.

“Then what will we be?”

“Us,” you whispered, clearing your throat, your eyes shyly looking into his blue ones, “happy, in love… free?”

“Free,” he sighed.

His lips were mere centimeters from yours, coming closer like a magnet, then you heard your mom bang on the door. “Y/N! Yer da wants ya back!” she shouted over the music.

You hang your head low, your forehead grazing the tip of his nose, “Comin’!” You yell back as you turn around to look at the closed door. “I have to go, D,” you said in a softer tone as you turned back around to face him.

He could sense the sadness in your voice, he clenched his jaw and nodded reluctantly. One day. One day you wouldn’t have to say that, one day you’d be by his side away from this town, “Tomorrow, m’lady?”

You smile and press a quick kiss to his lips, “Tomorrow.”

You lingered by the window as he descended the rose-littered lattice, “Dympna,” you spoke out of sheer impulse. His name fell so easily from your lips, it felt so right, and often you’d say it to yourself…just to say it, just to hear it.

“Yeah?” his head whipped up to face you, his questioning face making you smile.

“I-I forgot,” you managed.

The man smirked, “I can stay with ya till you figure it out.”

You giggled and shook your head, “No! Go before someone sees you. Goodnight, D.”

He smiled up at you fondly, “G’night, Sunshine.”

#dympna devers #dympna devers x reader #dympna devers x you #calm with horses #the shadow of violence #barry keoghan

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velvet-paradox · 3 years

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Traveler (Part One)

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

ENJOY!!!

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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