#vini vidi amavi

[flynnswife]

Holy fuck this is 100% Flynn and I energy I am literally speechless right after reading this😍❤️‍🔥🥵😩

Veni Vidi Amavi Part 9

Pairing: Doom Guy x Reader

Reader type: Gender neutral

Song:

Warnings: Smut. Just. Smut and fluff y'all.

An: So umm. I didn't plan this until a different chapter but it happened anyways lol. So there is smut here. Or lemons. Whatever you want to call it. It's not horribly explicit but still there. I know I can't stop anyone but if you're under 18 I'd appreciate it if you don't comment on that bit of the story. If you do I'll honestly probably just block. I'll mark the start of it with 🐦 and the end with 🐝. And I don't think this story is gonna be much longer. Maybe a chapter or two to finish it up but. Ya. And I plan on making a Halo fanfic as well if anyone is interested lol.

Veni Vidi Amavi

-"Je vous souhaite d'être follement aimée."

-Andrē Breton, Lâmour fou. (Mad loves)

Translation: "My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness."

"The things you do to me. Oh the things you do to me." The words though uttered. Seems to yell. To scream. To cry out to your very soul.

His eyes on yours. Intense and alluring pull every inch of you to him. His hand leaves yours. Pulls away blankets and rests you on his lap. The ease of it is a reminder of the strength he carries well. His calloused hands follow your thighs. The skin left bare from the lack of clothes.

Your body shivers and burns from his look alone. His touch unravels something inside you bit by bit. Flynn looks to you with reverence. As if you were the holiest thing on Earth.

"How do I begin to tell you." His voice wavered. His head falls to your chest. His hand trails up to your back. Fingers following the line of your spine. He pulls his head back. Cheeks flushed and eyes glossed.

"I thought I had been damned to an eternity of loss and pain. To lose one thing after the other." He pulls your hips flush to his.

"I was scared of losing you." His voice broke. "Scared of losing the one thing that has brought me peace." Your heart aches at this. This seemingly unbreakable man sits before you. Vulnerable and open. Spilling his heart to you.

You press your lips to his. Draw in his breath as if it were the sweetest perfume. Your hands cradle his jaw. A kiss to his lips. Their corners. To his fluttering eyes and the tip of his nose.

"If anything. I was scared of losing you Flynn." Your lips over his. "You deserve the world and more." Another kiss. " There is no mortal plane that can keep me from you." You pull away from him. "If you fall, I will follow. Hell will fear my name. No man nor God will keep me from you."

You find yourself falling. Flynn's arms fall to either side of your head. Obscuring the outside world.

He looks to you. Eyes darting side to side before finally stopping. A simple.

"You mean that?"left his lips. A soft laugh. Your arms around his neck.

"If I didn't. I would have never said it."

A gasp leaves your lips when his finds your neck. A trail of kisses along your jaw. Your neck. To the exposed skin of your collarbone.

A whimper left you when teeth nipped the sensitive skin. You felt his body tense, relaxed, and promptly he nipped you again.

Flynn rose. Kneeling on the bed. His hands smoothed up your thighs and gripped your hips. Where he pulled you close. Your face burned. A noise left your lips as his hips rolled. Your hands cover your mouth. Carefully Flynn pulled your hand away and lent forward to speak in your ear.

"I want to show you what you mean to me. May I?" He leaves a kiss just below your ear. You shiver. Stutter.

"I. I've not. I mean." Your heart pounds in your chest. Your body is screaming with want. A thing you have yet to experience before. This type of heat. Need. Truly. You trusted Flynn with this like no other.

He pulls away quickly. A brief moment of "Did I do something wrong?" Flutters through your thoughts. Flynn's face is the most stern you've seen. A loon that gives you butterflies for all the right reasons.

"We don't have to. Not if you don't want to." A hand splays over your stomach. "I won't think any less of you. And know, I won't do anything you don't want me to."

You knew you chose right in trusting him.

"I've never done. This. Before. I." You pause. "I want to. I just. Don't know how." His face softens. A grin followed it.

"Mhm. That's the best part. I show you. Let me lead. This is for you. Not me." He leans over you. Kisses you. Hellbent of tasting every bit you have to offer.

🐦

He taps the hem of your shirt. Bunched up just below your waist. Still covering what privacy you had. Or what little there was as firmly pressed to him as you were.

"You first." It comes out quickly and without thought. With a mischievous smile and a boyish laugh be obliged. Pulling his shirt away to lay bare before you. To let you watch the push and pull of muscles beneath scared skin. He laughs again.

"My eyes are here." Your face burns. Then. "May I?" He taps the shirt again. Sitting up you allow him to pull it away. Baring almost everything to him.

His eyes darken, a hungry look overtakes them. And he swallowed thickly.

"Oh how I'll devour you." It's growled out as he leans forward. Leaving a trail of pink marks along your skin. To your chest. Taking his time there to make your body arch and hips roll into the air. The sounds and noises you make spurring him towards something. Feeding some sort of insatiable hunger.

He trails downwards. Kissed your hip. Watches as the muscles there twitch of their own accord.

His eyes look at you. Bright beneath dark lashes and a heavy brow. Flynn's body is almost lying flat against the bed. Most of it hanging off until.

A noise leaves you as he moves swiftly. More quickly than your eyes can follow. Flynn is now kneeling on the floor before you. Your legs propped on either shoulder. He presses his lips to the inside of your thigh. Draws close to the place you need him most. Then goes to the other thigh.

He breathes deeply. As if winded. You were no better. Gasping and whimpering. Sounds to fuel him further.

His fingers curl around the band of your underwear. He looks to you.

"May I?" His voice is raspy. And if possible, the deepest it has gone. It rolls over you. Your body shivers. He says nothing. Doesn't move. Waits until you speak.

You nod your head.

He does nothing.

"Yes. Please. Yes." Three words has him moving. Drawing the last article of clothing downwards slowly. Achingly so.

He looks to you as the clothing is disregarded. Tossed into the darkness of the room somewhere. His eyes trail downwards as he pulls your legs over his shoulders once more. Drags you closer by your thighs.

A heavy hand rests just above your navel. Pressed firmly. But gently against you. The other is wound around your upper leg. Trapping you.

You could feel his breath against you. Hot in the coolness of the room.

"Again. Do you want this?" He rasps. You almost cry. Kick a leg against his back.

"Flynn I swear to any god. If you stop now." He laughs.

"Is that a yes?" You cry out in frustration.

"Yes that's a fucking-" You cut off with a keeping cry the moment his mouth is on you. Hot and heavy. The feeling is the most pleasurable thing you have felt in this life. Your legs shake. Part as he licks upwards. Swallows and sucks.

"Flynn. I." Your voice is high and breathy. The air in your lungs catches as you roll your hips. Pulling back and away from this intense feeling.

Flynn pulls you close. Hums against you. You could move nowhere. Do nothing against the intensity he is giving you.

Something is building quickly. Winding tightly within you. Tears form in your eyes. You're speaking now. Babbling mostly. Your rising. Falling. Rising.

"Flynn!" His hand finds yours. Holds it tightly. Shaking and trembling then.

Release.

Fire rolls over you. Heat so hot you feel as if you're burning in the sun.

Slowly you cool down. Flynn is still holding your hand. Your body shakes and trembles. Gasps leaves your lips. Your chest is rising and falling from the rapid breathing.

Flynn rubs your hip with his thumb. Speaking softly.

"I'm here. It's ok. You did good. Really good." He crawls over you. Presses a wet kiss to your neck that has you laughing.

"You still with me?" He asks. You hummed in response. Looked up at him.

The Slayer. Thee Slayer had a lovesick look on his face. Lips curled in a crooked smile. Eyes soft. Filled with nothing but fondness. Love. For you. All for you.

A kiss. Then another. Another. Again and again.

"You taste sweeter than I imagined." You laugh. Swat his bicep.

"Oh you thought about that huh?" He laughed.

"Mhmm. And more. About you. Me. This bed. The wall. " He leaned in close. "Maybe the large window over looking the stars." You flush. His hips roll over yours. Clothes rubbing against the oversensitive skin. He grins again.

"Can I?" He asks. You say yes before the word fully formed as a thought.

Off is his clothes. Swift in motion.

Even out of the amor he is big.

You could feel it press into you. Glide against your skin. Hot and heavy against you.

"Please" You gasp out. "Please." A soft hum.

Your hips are lifted. A pillow is olace beneath them. Flynn guides you close. Presses into you. The first bit has you gasping. Wriggling on the bed. Flynn stops you. Holds you still. Presses further.

Full. Your full.

Above you Flynn is becoming undone. Moans and pants leaving him. Words whispered. Uttered. Into your ear.

"Feel so good."

"Sing for me."

"Sweet. So sweet."

His movements are slow. Pulling. Pushing. Carful not to harm you. Smooth fluid motions. Rocking to and fro.

"Look at that." He uttered. "Taking all of it. So good. Your to good for me."

You could say nothing. Do nothing more than let him move you how he see fit. Your eyes close. Open.

Hand over mouth. Biting your lip.

Flynn growls from above you. Your hands pulled away. Up and over your head. Both of them held in one of his own. The other one your hip.

"None of that. Let me hear you. All of you. Let me hear how good I'm making you feel."

His hips snap and your body jolts. You cry out. Back arching. Legs shaking.

"Fuck." Flynn curses. Swears. "Can't hurt you. Won't hurt you." His hand leave yours. Despite this you can't find it in yourself to move them.

His hand travels downwards. Over your chest. Your stomach. Down until he reaches the most sensitive part of you. Fingers moving deftly. Smoothly.

All of it makes you come undone again.

Flynn follows shortly after. Hips still moving until they stop. Pressed into you as his arm moves under you. Brings you up by your shoulders until he sits back. His head pressed into your neck. His own body shaking as he pulls down from his high.

🐝

He speaks sweetly. Curses. Pulls away from you. Presses a kiss to your lip.

He falls back to where the blanket had bunched up. Still holding you close. His hand in your hair. Trailing down to your back and rubbing soothing circles.

"You did good. So good for me. You know that? " The two of you rest there for what felt like hours. Till the room cooled and chilled your bare skin.

Flynn pulls from you and you shudder. Whimper. "S'alright." He whispers to you. Flynn rises to the bed. Grabs a blanket to wrap around the both of you to keep the chill away as you go out the door and down the hall.

You look down. Giggle.

"What has you laughing?" Flynn asks. A tinge of amusement in his voice.

"I can see your butt." You giggle again. Press your face into the crook of his neck. Breath him in.

You felt his hand smack against your own. Despite the blanket as a barrier it stung a bit. Flynn laughs. Then opens the door to the wash room.

The blanket fall from the both of you.

The water is warm as the two of you sink in. Flynn's arms are wound snugly against you as he sits. The water is up to your shoulders. It hits him at his chest.

Flynn is messing with something around you and you wonder what it is until you feel a cloth touch your back. Cleaning the skin. He does this everywhere. Your back. Legs. Between them. Your stomach. He tosses that cloth and gets a new one when he washes your face.

Soft touches. Decadent almost. As he cleans. Soft swoops along your cheeks. Your jaw. The place right behind your ears.

Throughout it Flynn is muttering praise. Telling you a manner of things. Slowly. Ever slowly you find yourself falling asleep. Your body growing heavy and wearing. Your eyes flutter open and closed.

Sleep one and you fell forward into Flynn. Who said nothing. Just wound his arms around you. Pressed a kiss to heated skin. A mutter of words in a language you did not know.

[hederasgarden]

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[jazz-miester]

Veni Vidi Amavi

Pairing: Doom Slayer x Reader

Reader type: Gender neutral

Song:

Warnings:

An: Let me know if y'all want a link to the Wattpad or Ao3 version lol.

You spoke my name like it was holy. Like it was a tangible sense of salvation

"I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos. "

Hélène Cixous, from Olivier De Serres A Single Passion Two Witnesses," Love Itself: In the Letter Box (Polity Press, 2008)

You were home sitting at the dinner table. The one you having seen since you were a child. You smoothed your hand over the wooden table. It was both warm and cool to the touch.

When did you get here? How did you get here? You traced a finger over your name. Carved into the table when you were eight and just this side of unsupervised.

What happened to the demons? Was it all a nightmare?

But what about him. The Slayer? How does one imagine him?

Someone passed you a bowl of mashed potatoes. The baby blue bowl hot and heavy in your hands. You took the spoon and scooped some out. Dropping a large portion to you plate.

When did those green beans turn to corn? Maybe it was always corn.

You go for more and drop the spoon. Blood spills over your plate. The silver spoon covered in it.

The bowl falls from your grasp. Shatters as it hits the table. Soaks your lap and chest with blood.

You try to tell. To scream. It stick in your throat and claws at your tongue.

Desperation consumes you.

You reach for your father's hand in your panic. It's cold to the touch. You look up. Your body stills. Felling as if you dunked yourself into a pool of ice water.

That was not your father.

An Imps head looks back to you. Beady eyes and sharp toothed grin.

You go to stand. The chair clattering to the floor. The sound stalls your heart.

The Imp claws at your arm. Red rivers stream from your arm.

Pain.

Hurt.

Terror.

A flash of green.

.

You woke drenched in sweat and shivering. Chest heaving with the pounding of your heart. You wear heavy. Laden with lead. Not one part of you wanted to move. Feeling as if your were chained to the bed.

A sob racked through your throat. You felt sick. Shivering and shaking in the bed. A whimper leaves your lips.

You press your hand to your chest. To your lap. Feeling for anything akin to the blood that soaked you.

Nothing but your own sticky skin.

You sit up. Glance about the room. Trying to find something. Anything to help hold the terror at bay. You settle with your pillow. Hold it in your arms close to your chest. You buried your face in it. Body curls in on itself.

Dimly you are aware of your door opening. Soft blue light bathing your room from the hallway. You glance up.

The Slayer, still out of his amour. You shuffle closer to the back of your bed. Your back now flushed with the freezing wall. He stops at the foot of your bed and picks up a blanket you kicked off in your sleep.

Why was he here?

He stops closer. Pauses. Waits then comes to the left of you and sits and the edge of the bed. He's close enough you can feel the heat rolling off his body. You shiver. Suddenly aware of how cold you are.

The Slayer says nothing. Places the blanket next to him. You watch the shifting of his muscles. Moving like water beneath his skin. More so, you see the scars. Crossing and hatching across his back.

Those would have taken a lifetime to gather. Just what has this man been through?

There was a weird t like symbol between his shoulder blades. Like someone had branded him.

Without thinking you move. The pillow still in your grasp as you sit cross legged behind him. Stiling to see if he would move.

He didn't. Instead he grabbed ahold of something wound a round his neck. The metal chain clinking together in the silence of the room.

Slowly. Softly you press a finger to one of the scars in his back. He tensed and you pull away as if struck. He stills. You do it again. Nothing.

If anything he leans into it. Almost moving with you as you travel over them. Feeling raised skin and smooth scaring. You press your palm to the largest one. Streaming from his left shoulder down to his right hip. Vaugly you are aware of it wrapping around. Disappearing into the fabric of his pants.

You say that but the material looks soft. Silky, almost.

"What happened?" Your voice wavers. Catching against another choking sob. Slowly. Every so slowly your body was calming.

Safe.

He felt safe.

In answer he shifts his body towards you. One leg sitting on the bed the other planted firmly to the floor.

He takes your hand into his own. With the other he ghosts his fingers over your wrist. Still discolored and bruised from the cuffs.

But healing. Just as you are.

He looks to you. Envelops your hands in his. Sacred and heavy. Calloused and worn. But sturdy. Strong.

Safe.

"You are strong." His voice catches you off guard. Deep and rolling like thunder in the distance.

Your face burns and you look away. You don't feel very strong. Far from it honestly.

He grunts. Squeezes your hands. The next thing you knew you were being carried. Head resting on his chest as he hooks one arm beneath your knees and the other across your shoulders.

"I. What are you doing?" He says nothing. Still looking forward. You can see the faint hint of stubble on his chin. A small crescent moon scar is in his jaw.

You look around. Begin to notice the familiarity of the hallway you are in. "Are you taking me to the baths?" You say that as it it's not just a giant swimming pool. He responds with another grunt.

The Slayer carries you through the threshold of the door. Gently sets you down on your feet and points to the water.

"Are you telling me to take a bath?" A nod. "Why?" In response he plugs his nose with one hand and waves with the other. "Oh. So now I smell?" A small smile tugs at your lips.

"This is you getting back at me for saying that you stunk huh." He shrugs. Waves his hand in a so so gesture. "Well then. Get out." You push on his back. "Go on." Your giggling now. Trying to push your whole body weight into his.

You hear him laugh. Rolling and deep from his chest. It warms you to know that a man such as he could still find humor in things

"Oh c'mon! You're like, a billion times bigger than me!" He steps forward and you stumble. He turns. Laughs again. You stick your tongue out and for a moment you feel like yourself again. Before all of this. The literal end of the world.

You're happy. Having fun. Like you would with a friend.

You notice he has a goofy smile on his face. Making him appear younger. Less worn and tired.

Less of the weight of the world on his shoulders. And it might as well be. Going back time and again to fight this demons. To try to save earth. You are glad to see it lightened. Even for a moment.

It is then you notice the dog tags resting on his chest.

"You were in the military?" It's out. His face falls. A shielded wall once more. Guilts floods you.

Obviously not a good topic. How had you not notice them before? Did he just now put them on?

"M'sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Marines." He speaks. Soft and low.

You don't say anything. Just watch as he pulls them from around his neck. He shows you the dull and dented metal.

"Flynn B.J Taggart" You speak softly. Revenetly. He was giving you his name.

You snort.

"B.J?" He gently shoved your shoulder. Albeit chuckling himself.

He looks to you. Taps you chest. You smile.

"Y/n. Y/n M/n L/n." You look up through your lashes. Tilt your chin. Watch as he mouths the words.

In the dim lighting you catch the color of his eyes. A soft blue. Like looking up at the summer sky.

"Y/n." He smiles around your name. Speaks it as if it were a prayer. "Y/n." He says it again. You laugh. Smack at his arm.

"You say it anymore and it'll wear out." He grins.

"Y/n." He says it low and deep. Leans down to say it near your ear. A shiver runs through you. "Y/n." He says it again.

Flynn decided that in that moment. He would never tire of your name. Of you. Of that feeling deep in his chest.

And oh. That color darkening your face. And the shy look away you do with your eyes when your nervous.

"Slayer. There has been sighting of demonic activity near the arc base in Illinois. Should I start the portal." Vegas voice rang through the room and you heart all but jumped from your chest.

You coukd have sworn you heard The Slayer. Flynn. Growl.

"Well. I do have to take that bath." You spoke. He fixes you with a look. You look away again. Back up. Give a lopsided smile.

He presses a hand to the top of your head. Brings it down to cup your chin.  Draws his thumb just below your lower lip.

"Stay safe. Please." Before you could lose the courage you press a kiss to his cheek. Turn and leave to go get some clothes.

You were really going to need that bath now.

The Slayer was stunned. Frozen in place. It felt as if fire ran through him. Tingled the tips of his fingers. He touches the place your lips touched. Scruff scratched his fingers.

What did you mean by that? That kiss.

That fire reignited in his chest. That feeling increased ten fold.

He shook his head.

He had a job to go do.

Suiting up was quick and easy. An old habit mostly done my muscle memory at this point.

He stopped in front of the portal shotgun in hand. You words echoed in his thoughts.

"Stay safe. Please."

He thumbed the safety of the gun. Stepped through the portal.

Safe. Whole.

He had something worth coming back to now.

[demontrapsandholyoil]

Got a new tattoo ☺️☺️

[avabacall]

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[jananabananawithnopeel]

J’ai retrouvé de (très) vielles notes, no joke dans un UA où le Dux Bellorum Arthurus essaye de conquérir la Bretagne pour Rome mais est confronté à la résistance mené par une mystérieuse Princesse et qui devait s’appeler “Vini, Vidi, Amavi” j’ai un point qui dit : “Arturus est marié à Aconia qu’il n’a pas vu depuis des années. Il sait parfaitement que c’est une femme infidèle et que la moitié de Rome lui ai déjà passé dessus et que l’autre moitié sont des femmes.” 😂😂😂

[kulotnapanda]

Hello hahaha

1. First impression: witty and deep. I had to google that vini vidi amavi thingy. 2. Truth is: you are more or less like that3. How old do you look: 20-ish? Guess lang yan haha! 4. Have you ever made me laugh: not yet.. 5. Have you ever made me mad: I hope not. 6. Best feature: by your avatar, kung ikaw yan, ganda ng hair.. 7. Have I ever had a crush on you: hindi pa. Stay tuned. 8. You’re my: friend? Hahaha! 9. Name in my phone: wala pa. 10. Should you post this too? Ikaw? Gusto mo ba? HahahaThanks!

[nakimushiyam]

vini, vidi, amavi

a new oc named yeoung !!!

[ivanparola]

Vini. Vidi. Amavi. Segundo microespectaculo y visita guiada al Teatro Romano ACCI #Guadix. Gracias a José Amezcua, Israel Ruiz y Clara Pedregosa. (en Guadix)

[jazz-miester]

Veni Vidi Amavi

Chapter 3: It was. Until I met you.

Pairing: Doom Slayer x Reader

Reader type:.Gender neutral

Song: writer in the dark- Lorde

Warnings: n/a

An: What y'all think?

"There are times when I am convinced, I am unfit for any human relationship."

-Franz Kafka, From letters to Felice

You still don't know his name. His real name. You don't know much about him outside of what he has shown you. 

Small collectable figurines littering his shelfs. Books upon books spilling off the shelves and onto the floor next to an old chair. You smiled at the old, outdated computer when he had shown you. From that computer you played the first game you had in a long time.

You learned that he was very intelligent. He could build things. The guns he has mounted on the walls. His suit. Most of the machinery around here was either built by him or fixed by him. He was also a bit of a nerd if all the comics were to go by.

It warmed something in you that he so readily let you use all of it. Read the books. Play his games. He let you hold and look over the figurines. You wondered if he made them to. From the way they move to the detailed paint and shading they held.

You wish you could tell him about you. What you like. What you know.

But it's hard. First because you had nothing of your old hobbies or if you still had the skill to do them after not having them for so long. And because he had yet to come back after a week.

He left through that strange portal of his.  The disembodied voice of an AI you learned to be Vega.

Your cheeks warm at the thought of him. Nearly after a week of being here the AI finally showed itself. 

You had been alone in the room he had given you. Laying on the too large bed filled with strange furs and fabrics to keep you warm. It was defiantly the softest bed you ever slept on. And like any normal person who was all alone, you were talking to yourself. Trying to figure out if he would let you bring a few of his books in here to read.

Then the voice answered you.

"The Slayer has many books. He is not concerned on whether or not you borrow them. He only cares if you bring them back when you are done."

You had never screamed so loudly in your life before.

Not when you found that spider in your shower while you were shampooing your hair.

Not when your cousin hid that snake in your bed.

Not even when you thought the coats hanging on your door was another person coming to rob you in the middle of the night.

That had terrified you. Some ingrained instinct in your body yelling at you about danger. To find out where the voice was coming from. That the demons and monsters were coming for you. Your heart pounded in your chest. Your breathing rapid and uneven. 

Then he came through your doors. Gun in hand. Head swiveling back and forward to find whatever had made you scream. When he saw nothing, he looked to you. Poised to jump off the bed. Face colored with embarrassment. 

"My apologies. I didn't mean to frighten you." The man you now knew had the name, Slayer, began shaking his shoulders. Soft subtle movements you didn't quit catch.

Was. Was he laughing at you?

You let out a huff of air in frustration. Then threw a pillow at him that he casually smacked away.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you find this funny?" A laugh caught in your own throat. 

A sharp nod. You throw another pillow at him. Laughing for the first time in a while. Something warm growing in your chest. 

He cared.

He cared enough to come to you when he thought you were in trouble.

But that was nearly a week ago. He left through that swirling portal. He didn't say a word. He barely said anything when he left. Just placed a large hand on your head. Then stepped through.

And here you sat. On one of the few chairs there was. Curled up beneath a blanket with one of his many well worn books.

The words dance across the page as your eyes grow heavier. It has to be night. Or some semblance of it. It was eternally night if you looked out the window. Deep space littered with white and yellow stars.

You yawned. Eyes pricking with tears as you laid the book on your lap. You rub at your eyes. Yawn again. Blearily you look to your left. Blue light against a black screen.

2:34 am.

Was it really two in the morning? You rolled your head popping your neck. It sure as hell felt like it.

"You should go rest, y/n." You jump slightly. Still not used to the disembodied voice. You look to the floor. Then up at the ceiling.

"When is he gonna come back Vega?" It's silent.

"The Slayer is safe. Nothing can harm him." Vega responds.

You hug your arms to your chest.

"Nothing can harm him. Yet." You add. You place the book off to the side. Eyes gazing where the portal resides.

"There is no yet. The Slayer is capable of handling anything thrown at him." You can't help it when your stomach turns. When your face feels drained of warmth.

How is he so sure he won't get hurt? Sure he's big and most likely a force to be reckoned with by size alone.

But.

You rub at your eyes again. Yawn. Your body telling you to go rest. Screaming it.

Tired. So tired.

Had he been there. With the cultists? That green. The suit.

Vaguely you remember something taking off the cuffs. To tired and worn to really make sense of everything.

Blood loss. Dehydrated. Starving.

God. He really saved you. Didn't he?

Your Stomach turns at the thought. You owed him so much. He brought you here. Fed you. Clothed you. Gave you home and shelter in what is probably the safest place in the solar system.

Here. In the Slayers home.

Your thoughts flicker and go. Both uneasy and comforted at the same time.

Slowly. The book falls from your hand and to your lap. Sounds soften around you. Warmth crawls over you as sleep begins to pull you in. Heavy comfort pushing you into the chair as your chin falls to your chest.

A soft sigh.

The the thumping of the book as it falls to the ground.

The portal opened. Just as quickly as you had begun to fall asleep you were awake. The tiredness falling back somewhere. Able to ignore but still there.

The Slayer stepped forward. Something large and heavy in one hand. Shotgun in the other.

He leans it against the console. Puts the object on the floor. The portal closes as he notices you. Eyes glossy and face flushed.

He tilts his head. Had you. Did you stay up for him?

Something warms in his chest. Foreign in it's intensity. What was this ? This feeling. Some lost relic of his past. A fleeting memory.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

When did you get in front of him?

He lets you look over him. Curious fingers gliding over dent and ding in his armor. Taking notes of the worried look on your face. The furrow of your brow. The tip of your tongue between your lips.

His hand moves. Two fingers hooking beneath your chin. Thumb just below your lip.

Warmth flood your face.

He nods. Drops his hand.

Gives you a thumbs up.

"All good." It says. "Safe and sound." He wants to tell you. All while that feeling in his chest wanting to crawl out.

He'd be damned if he remembered what it was. What it meant.

For now he had his suit to repair and a sentinel battery to plug in. It would open a better section for weapon repairs. He needed it.

Wanted it. Really.

He let you follow him. Showed you how to put the battery in.

You huffed when he laughed at you. Watching as you struggled to lift it up.

"Oh. Im sorry I don't have hulk like strength." Despite what seemed like irritation you were laughing. A smile curving your lips.

He liked that. The sound. The flowing look in your face.

Not the crying. Not that look when he saw you there. On the table. The cultists all around you.

Your nose scrunched.

"You need a bath." The Slayer pointed a finger at himself. "Yes you. You smell like metal and death." He watched as you reached a hand out. Plucked something of his armor. Then immediately drop it.

"I'm pretty sure that was a chunk of demon." Maybe. He did cause that explosion.

And ripped that demon.

Among other things.

You pushed against him. He didn't even sway. Just looked down at you.

"Well? Get going that suit isn't gonna clean itself. Or at all if your not even a person I there." That would explain why he never talked. Nothing outside of grunts and the occasional hmm.

He took one step towards the door. Stopped. Looked to you.

You waved your hand.

"C'mon! Let's go. I don't even remember it smelling that bad when I was on Earth." Geeze. That felt weird to say.

You followed him to a pool like area. It was one of the first things he showed you.

That "pool" was actually a giant bath. A lot of stuff here was big. A lot bigger than you were used to.

The Slayer went to one side of the room you to the other.

You spoke as you looked for wash cloths and soap. Turning your back to him as you did so.

"If you give me a moment I can help you clean the suit. I'd imagine it'd be pretty hard to clean your back without help." You paused. "Not without taking it off anyways."

You got the wash cloths. Pulled a stool closer to you so you could reach the soaps and a bowl to have clean water in.

You heard rustling behind you. The clanging of metal and rubbing of fabric. You turned.

"What are you doing over." You paused. "There."

The top half of his armor was off. As well as what you assumed to be a shirt of some sort on the floor.

Bare skin. Pale. Old and new scars raised against his skin. Bruising along his skin.

Your heart pitter pattered in your chest. You fumble with the bowl.

The suit came off. Oh God it came off.

Trying to ignore the shyness bubbling inside you you went up to him. A hairs breath away as you filled the bowl up.

From the corner of your eye you saw him dropping more pieces of amour away.

You prayed to whatever God would listen that he would keep his pants on. Or whatever he wore as pants beneath that thing.

He sat on a stool. Reached past you and pulled a rag from your shaking hands.

He motioned to his suit. Then to you. Tilted his head. Bits if his hair stick up from when he took the helmet off.

More scars. On his lips. His cheeks. There was even a small piece of his ear missing. Like someone messed up while piercing it.

You sat on the floor. Pulled a piece of amour towards you. You assumed this one went on his arm.

The two of you worked in silence. Ever so often he let out a huff of air while looking at a dent or scratch.

Your hands where pruning as you neared the end. Rubbing a sudsy cloths over his metal boots. Scrapping off mud and whatever else.

You heard him yawn. Looking over just as he stretched. Arms high over head as he arches his back.

You felt your breath stutter as you watched the push and pull of his muscles.

You already thought he was big. But damn. This.

Before you knew it he was done. His eyes looking into yours.

You ears burn and you begin cleaning an already very clean boot.

He stood. Crouched down beside you and pulled the cloth from your hand before bringing you to your feet.

He lead you out the door and back to your room.

You take a couple steps in. Turn back to face him. He was looking at you. With some sort of loom in his eyes.

His face shadowed heavily from the low light of your lamp.

You saw something then. Something you yet had a name for. It was something that made the Slayer. It was a thing you'd yet to see.

Something he didn't want you to know.

"Thank you." It came out quickly. Without thought. You swallowed thickly. "Thank you for bringing me here. Helping me." Saving me. You left it unsaid.

"You didn't have to. God knows no one would have known. But. Ya. Just. Just let me know what I can do. Anything. Please." You hit the heals of your hands together. A nervous tick you could never be rid of.

He said nothing. Nodded. The left.

You berated yourself as you crawled into bed. You could have found a better time to thank him. Honestly. Who does that after ogling someone?

.

.

.

The Slayer stood outside the door to your room for some time. Listening to your crawl into bed. Move about before finally settling down.

He wondered if you knew you snored. Or talked softly in your sleep.

He leaned against the wall. Bare skin cooling from the touch.

That look you gave him.

He shook his head. Pushed off against the wall.

He had a suit to fix. That he could do. That feeling he had? The one that waned and pulled. That was different. Something he wasn't used to. You were the source of it. That much he knew.

The Slayer had forgotten what it was like. The touch of another. Something soft and sweet. The gentle brushing and cats that you alone held.

He began to crave it. Yearn for it.

It's been so long.

So long since it wasn't just violence. Hurt. Pain. Blood. The burning. He really hated the burning.

Not with you though. You lit a flame like nothing else. Like candle light in a dark room.

[i-came-i-saw-i-loved]

Veni Vidi Amavi Part 9

Pairing: Doom Guy x Reader

Reader type: Gender neutral

Song:

Warnings: Smut. Just. Smut and fluff y'all.

An: So umm. I didn't plan this until a different chapter but it happened anyways lol. So there is smut here. Or lemons. Whatever you want to call it. It's not horribly explicit but still there. I know I can't stop anyone but if you're under 18 I'd appreciate it if you don't comment on that bit of the story. If you do I'll honestly probably just block. I'll mark the start of it with 🐦 and the end with 🐝. And I don't think this story is gonna be much longer. Maybe a chapter or two to finish it up but. Ya. And I plan on making a Halo fanfic as well if anyone is interested lol.

Veni Vidi Amavi

-"Je vous souhaite d'être follement aimée."

-Andrē Breton, Lâmour fou. (Mad loves)

Translation: "My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness."

"The things you do to me. Oh the things you do to me." The words though uttered. Seems to yell. To scream. To cry out to your very soul.

His eyes on yours. Intense and alluring pull every inch of you to him. His hand leaves yours. Pulls away blankets and rests you on his lap. The ease of it is a reminder of the strength he carries well. His calloused hands follow your thighs. The skin left bare from the lack of clothes.

Your body shivers and burns from his look alone. His touch unravels something inside you bit by bit. Flynn looks to you with reverence. As if you were the holiest thing on Earth.

"How do I begin to tell you." His voice wavered. His head falls to your chest. His hand trails up to your back. Fingers following the line of your spine. He pulls his head back. Cheeks flushed and eyes glossed.

"I thought I had been damned to an eternity of loss and pain. To lose one thing after the other." He pulls your hips flush to his.

"I was scared of losing you." His voice broke. "Scared of losing the one thing that has brought me peace." Your heart aches at this. This seemingly unbreakable man sits before you. Vulnerable and open. Spilling his heart to you.

You press your lips to his. Draw in his breath as if it were the sweetest perfume. Your hands cradle his jaw. A kiss to his lips. Their corners. To his fluttering eyes and the tip of his nose.

"If anything. I was scared of losing you Flynn." Your lips over his. "You deserve the world and more." Another kiss. " There is no mortal plane that can keep me from you." You pull away from him. "If you fall, I will follow. Hell will fear my name. No man nor God will keep me from you."

You find yourself falling. Flynn's arms fall to either side of your head. Obscuring the outside world.

He looks to you. Eyes darting side to side before finally stopping. A simple.

"You mean that?"left his lips. A soft laugh. Your arms around his neck.

"If I didn't. I would have never said it."

A gasp leaves your lips when his finds your neck. A trail of kisses along your jaw. Your neck. To the exposed skin of your collarbone.

A whimper left you when teeth nipped the sensitive skin. You felt his body tense, relaxed, and promptly he nipped you again.

Flynn rose. Kneeling on the bed. His hands smoothed up your thighs and gripped your hips. Where he pulled you close. Your face burned. A noise left your lips as his hips rolled. Your hands cover your mouth. Carefully Flynn pulled your hand away and lent forward to speak in your ear.

"I want to show you what you mean to me. May I?" He leaves a kiss just below your ear. You shiver. Stutter.

"I. I've not. I mean." Your heart pounds in your chest. Your body is screaming with want. A thing you have yet to experience before. This type of heat. Need. Truly. You trusted Flynn with this like no other.

He pulls away quickly. A brief moment of "Did I do something wrong?" Flutters through your thoughts. Flynn's face is the most stern you've seen. A loon that gives you butterflies for all the right reasons.

"We don't have to. Not if you don't want to." A hand splays over your stomach. "I won't think any less of you. And know, I won't do anything you don't want me to."

You knew you chose right in trusting him.

"I've never done. This. Before. I." You pause. "I want to. I just. Don't know how." His face softens. A grin followed it.

"Mhm. That's the best part. I show you. Let me lead. This is for you. Not me." He leans over you. Kisses you. Hellbent of tasting every bit you have to offer.

🐦

He taps the hem of your shirt. Bunched up just below your waist. Still covering what privacy you had. Or what little there was as firmly pressed to him as you were.

"You first." It comes out quickly and without thought. With a mischievous smile and a boyish laugh be obliged. Pulling his shirt away to lay bare before you. To let you watch the push and pull of muscles beneath scared skin. He laughs again.

"My eyes are here." Your face burns. Then. "May I?" He taps the shirt again. Sitting up you allow him to pull it away. Baring almost everything to him.

His eyes darken, a hungry look overtakes them. And he swallowed thickly.

"Oh how I'll devour you." It's growled out as he leans forward. Leaving a trail of pink marks along your skin. To your chest. Taking his time there to make your body arch and hips roll into the air. The sounds and noises you make spurring him towards something. Feeding some sort of insatiable hunger.

He trails downwards. Kissed your hip. Watches as the muscles there twitch of their own accord.

His eyes look at you. Bright beneath dark lashes and a heavy brow. Flynn's body is almost lying flat against the bed. Most of it hanging off until.

A noise leaves you as he moves swiftly. More quickly than your eyes can follow. Flynn is now kneeling on the floor before you. Your legs propped on either shoulder. He presses his lips to the inside of your thigh. Draws close to the place you need him most. Then goes to the other thigh.

He breathes deeply. As if winded. You were no better. Gasping and whimpering. Sounds to fuel him further.

His fingers curl around the band of your underwear. He looks to you.

"May I?" His voice is raspy. And if possible, the deepest it has gone. It rolls over you. Your body shivers. He says nothing. Doesn't move. Waits until you speak.

You nod your head.

He does nothing.

"Yes. Please. Yes." Three words has him moving. Drawing the last article of clothing downwards slowly. Achingly so.

He looks to you as the clothing is disregarded. Tossed into the darkness of the room somewhere. His eyes trail downwards as he pulls your legs over his shoulders once more. Drags you closer by your thighs.

A heavy hand rests just above your navel. Pressed firmly. But gently against you. The other is wound around your upper leg. Trapping you.

You could feel his breath against you. Hot in the coolness of the room.

"Again. Do you want this?" He rasps. You almost cry. Kick a leg against his back.

"Flynn I swear to any god. If you stop now." He laughs.

"Is that a yes?" You cry out in frustration.

"Yes that's a fucking-" You cut off with a keeping cry the moment his mouth is on you. Hot and heavy. The feeling is the most pleasurable thing you have felt in this life. Your legs shake. Part as he licks upwards. Swallows and sucks.

"Flynn. I." Your voice is high and breathy. The air in your lungs catches as you roll your hips. Pulling back and away from this intense feeling.

Flynn pulls you close. Hums against you. You could move nowhere. Do nothing against the intensity he is giving you.

Something is building quickly. Winding tightly within you. Tears form in your eyes. You're speaking now. Babbling mostly. Your rising. Falling. Rising.

"Flynn!" His hand finds yours. Holds it tightly. Shaking and trembling then.

Release.

Fire rolls over you. Heat so hot you feel as if you're burning in the sun.

Slowly you cool down. Flynn is still holding your hand. Your body shakes and trembles. Gasps leaves your lips. Your chest is rising and falling from the rapid breathing.

Flynn rubs your hip with his thumb. Speaking softly.

"I'm here. It's ok. You did good. Really good." He crawls over you. Presses a wet kiss to your neck that has you laughing.

"You still with me?" He asks. You hummed in response. Looked up at him.

The Slayer. Thee Slayer had a lovesick look on his face. Lips curled in a crooked smile. Eyes soft. Filled with nothing but fondness. Love. For you. All for you.

A kiss. Then another. Another. Again and again.

"You taste sweeter than I imagined." You laugh. Swat his bicep.

"Oh you thought about that huh?" He laughed.

"Mhmm. And more. About you. Me. This bed. The wall. " He leaned in close. "Maybe the large window over looking the stars." You flush. His hips roll over yours. Clothes rubbing against the oversensitive skin. He grins again.

"Can I?" He asks. You say yes before the word fully formed as a thought.

Off is his clothes. Swift in motion.

Even out of the amor he is big.

You could feel it press into you. Glide against your skin. Hot and heavy against you.

"Please" You gasp out. "Please." A soft hum.

Your hips are lifted. A pillow is olace beneath them. Flynn guides you close. Presses into you. The first bit has you gasping. Wriggling on the bed. Flynn stops you. Holds you still. Presses further.

Full. Your full.

Above you Flynn is becoming undone. Moans and pants leaving him. Words whispered. Uttered. Into your ear.

"Feel so good."

"Sing for me."

"Sweet. So sweet."

His movements are slow. Pulling. Pushing. Carful not to harm you. Smooth fluid motions. Rocking to and fro.

"Look at that." He uttered. "Taking all of it. So good. Your to good for me."

You could say nothing. Do nothing more than let him move you how he see fit. Your eyes close. Open.

Hand over mouth. Biting your lip.

Flynn growls from above you. Your hands pulled away. Up and over your head. Both of them held in one of his own. The other one your hip.

"None of that. Let me hear you. All of you. Let me hear how good I'm making you feel."

His hips snap and your body jolts. You cry out. Back arching. Legs shaking.

"Fuck." Flynn curses. Swears. "Can't hurt you. Won't hurt you." His hand leave yours. Despite this you can't find it in yourself to move them.

His hand travels downwards. Over your chest. Your stomach. Down until he reaches the most sensitive part of you. Fingers moving deftly. Smoothly.

All of it makes you come undone again.

Flynn follows shortly after. Hips still moving until they stop. Pressed into you as his arm moves under you. Brings you up by your shoulders until he sits back. His head pressed into your neck. His own body shaking as he pulls down from his high.

🐝

He speaks sweetly. Curses. Pulls away from you. Presses a kiss to your lip.

He falls back to where the blanket had bunched up. Still holding you close. His hand in your hair. Trailing down to your back and rubbing soothing circles.

"You did good. So good for me. You know that? " The two of you rest there for what felt like hours. Till the room cooled and chilled your bare skin.

Flynn pulls from you and you shudder. Whimper. "S'alright." He whispers to you. Flynn rises to the bed. Grabs a blanket to wrap around the both of you to keep the chill away as you go out the door and down the hall.

You look down. Giggle.

"What has you laughing?" Flynn asks. A tinge of amusement in his voice.

"I can see your butt." You giggle again. Press your face into the crook of his neck. Breath him in.

You felt his hand smack against your own. Despite the blanket as a barrier it stung a bit. Flynn laughs. Then opens the door to the wash room.

The blanket fall from the both of you.

The water is warm as the two of you sink in. Flynn's arms are wound snugly against you as he sits. The water is up to your shoulders. It hits him at his chest.

Flynn is messing with something around you and you wonder what it is until you feel a cloth touch your back. Cleaning the skin. He does this everywhere. Your back. Legs. Between them. Your stomach. He tosses that cloth and gets a new one when he washes your face.

Soft touches. Decadent almost. As he cleans. Soft swoops along your cheeks. Your jaw. The place right behind your ears.

Throughout it Flynn is muttering praise. Telling you a manner of things. Slowly. Ever slowly you find yourself falling asleep. Your body growing heavy and wearing. Your eyes flutter open and closed.

Sleep one and you fell forward into Flynn. Who said nothing. Just wound his arms around you. Pressed a kiss to heated skin. A mutter of words in a language you did not know.