#doomguy x reader

[bunji-enthusiast]

A THOUGHT HAS MADE ITS WAY TO MY LITTLE BRAIN!

Imagine you designed an alternative suit concept for the Slayer, as a silly little one-off idea. It had occurred to you one day while you had seen him making tweaks to any malfunctioning parts of his praetor armor. While you didn’t expect anything to come of it, it was simply a nice little personal thought of your own that you had drawn up.

What you hadn’t expected was seeing the suit you designed—one day—in the Ripatorium. You heard the relentless sounds of flames asunder and the clear cracking of bones and spines torn apart and slammed against one another, and you had knew that he was going for a run in there. But it was quite the surprise, or rather the sight as he had ripped through the imprisoned demons with ease, bearing the same kind of strength with ease as he wore your design. You held no knowledge knowing that he had found out about your concept, which was on paper. Not real, it wasn’t supposed to be real.

It was just an idea.

Yet somehow it was real, and he was adorned with the very thing.

You stood by as you watched him finish up, clearing it with a huff. He seemed residual to such a habit, easing his tense muscles with a calming breath.

“Hey.” You spoke up finally, clearing the silence with your tone. Even, but a little unsure. Yet it carried something kinder.

From beneath that glass visor, his eyes wander to yours. The Slayer’s brows just barely furrow, weathered skin tapered with unease. As if he was waiting for you to react with negativity.

However, you don’t, “How’d you know about that?” You ask, a slight shrug of your shoulders.

He lifts his head, the light refracted from the glass visor. Eyes glimmering with barely concealed recognition, of course he noticed.

You were insecure about your design, but he could only offer a show. Just merely lifting his arms, and showing all the sides of the suit, as if it were his silent way of saying—[“Like it?”]

“It fits you.” You laughed, taking a short stride as you held a closer look. He doesn’t flinch as you do so, watching as you adjusted his limbs for a better look at each and every inch of the design.

The Slayer knew you had felt, off, in a way. This was one of ways of showing his appreciation for you, as you had done so for him many times before. People all had a part, especially if it was for the betterment of all things, he recognized that. You had especially endured as much, so he knew that one way or another that you deserved to have your efforts recognized. Even if it was such a small act of… bringing your design to reality.

He could tell you carried yourself better now in such a short time seeing him within your own design, as if you were as light as a feather observing all the mechanical functions and elements. “I don’t know how you got this to work, especially with all the scribbling I was doing about the innermost parts of the suit, you even got the folding for the heatseeking to work!” You rambled, your lips tugging into an almost restrained smile, eyes shining with something he hadn’t seen in a long time.

You were all as right as rain, and he could only hope for the days to come to be able to see you as gentle around him in spite of everything that’s happened.

And as much as he refuses to say so, your happiness mattered more to him then he cared to admit.

[evieliney]

how i feel after searching for hours for fluff but all i can find is sucking their soul out of their dick.

[rosie-artz]

somewhat starting to get used to drawing his armor

bonus doodle without the lighting and shit

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

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Last updated: 7/9/25

Doom Slayer

Angsty piece of Doom Guy/Slayer character study with spouse!Reader and Daisy going into his life before, during, and after the events of the classic games up to The Dark Ages (SFW, scenario) (reader death)

Taking Doom Slayer's virginity (NSFW, scenario) (trans masc Slayer)

Fucking on the Slayer's fur cloak (NSFW, scenario)

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Cuz I can't stop thinking on this headcanon I did I made myself suffer and did this

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

“A Headcannon for the Slayer as his new game comes out.” - Ichor

Summary - “Smut & Normal headcanons for the Scourge of Hell.”

“DOOM: The Dark Ages came out! :D So, these are HeadCannons for Doom Eternal.” - Edit

TW // Smut.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐮𝐲

"The mark of the Doom Slayer was burned upon his crypt, a warning to all of Hell that the terror within must never be freed. There he lies still, and ever more, in silent suffering." - Slayer's Testament

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜/𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜:

Alright, as we all know, he doesn’t really speak. Not even a peep of pain leaving him as he gets wounded from minor or severe injuries. He is like a brick wall, and it’s almost like talking to one too, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t listening in on you. You are at least humane enough that you just… ramble to him at points whenever he is around, and it rather makes him feel more… included in life than he was.

He was unsure of you at first, like any other soldier or person that has found another survivor of an apocalypse, but he eventually gets used to your presence. Sometimes he even turns a bit, expecting you to be next to him when he was out slashing demons. He gets a bit… saddened each time when he sees you are not there. Though, I believe he would have some voice recording of you in his helmet to put him at ease.

Eventually, he likes to be around you more and more. Always finding himself coming to your house/base and watching you doing something mundane. Something this is something else rather than killing and hacking demons. He… he enjoys the simplicity of life. It’s very much different from his usual order: slash, kill demons, rip and tear until nothing is left, repeat. He likes watching you, and in return? You watch him as well.

Either he follows you around like a big protective puppy or you follow him around like a mewling kitten. This is no in-between. You going out to rob some abandoned joint? He’s coming with you if he is there with you, no matter the time, dusk to dawn. You following him? He grows to enjoy it, but just because he lets you follow him when he’s out slaying doesn’t mean he’ll let you every single time. It’s very possible he will stick you somewhere if you’re adamant enough to follow him. He’ll come back for you, don’t worry.

Big ol protector, is one of the things he’s being great at in a gore-like way. Don’t expect him to be all pristine after tearing all those demons apart either. That is his job, don’t disintegrate it for he is really good at it, and well… I don’t think he would appreciate you bad mouthing him. Despite that, he would protect you to the fullest. Being your leader once he learns of your pathing between abandoned cities and factories, and demons know full well to not get in the way. At least, not without a powerful hoard. (That will still fail, but there are possibilities…)

Speaking of the possibilities, he is brutal when something happens to you. The slayer has lost so much already, he is not going to be kind on whatever hurt you or is perceived a threat by you. It’s x10 worse when he finds you gone and he finds out about it himself. His livid, but again, silently. That is until he gets his hands on the demons or even humans that have captured you or perhaps even killed you. If they have put you 6 feet under, expect the aura of this silent behemoth to go up.

Honestly doesn't like seeing you gone from his sights for too long. It gives him a weird feeling of dread after a while. Sure, he’s focused on his task, but who’s to say that a brain doesn’t multitask? This slayer can think of you all day long, and many days he has. I mean, what if there is a demon hoard around your base/home? Getting through you to get to him? He wouldn’t put it below a demon to do so…

Likes helping you out quite a bit with most of the mundane chores of the world. You going to wash the dishes, including his plate? No, let him do it. You made the food, it’s only right for him to help you clean up. You need to travel to get more supplies? Expect a hefty amount in your pantry/storage the next day, maybe a few hours. He just likes providing like he human again.

He definitely likes to jam out with you. Sharing each others music tastes. He even listening to your music while he fights off demons. Mercilessly tearing down his enemies as a rather cute song plays. The blood of the his opposers staining his armor while he just continues on his way. Somehow even sending you recommendations when he out slaying. You encourage him to focus on his set task and he just sends you another song in response, despite your worry.

Encourages you to defeat your enemies when you to battle together. He helps you to know your weapons, slowly teaching you how to weld what you hold. Doing some combos and tactics: thrust, dodge, slash, thrust. A simple combo, but it sure is amusing to see you trying to use what he’s teaching you of. It never fails to have you a bit… dazed in your training, and perhaps… underneath him.

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥/𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭:

For those who veiw the Doomslayer in a religious light. I would say he would like wait until you are both married to have sexual intercourse, and at that certain point I believe he would take it slow at first. You are both testing your boundaries. It’s usually not good to rush unless experienced with your partners body. Also, he’s definitely huge and would not like to ruin you the first time. No matter if he had tempting thoughts of you.

Worship can both ways in this one. With him? He likes to caress and massage you. His tongue and teeth gently giving kitten licks and nips to test your skin and nerves before starting the main course. Do it on him? Best believe he would be a bottom for a bit. His hands squeezing your thighs gently while you focus your attention on doing your treatment on his own battle hardened skin. You can hear him sigh out a couple of times to your affections.

In my opinion, I think he would like biting more than praise. He’s more hands on than all talkative, but he won’t object your praise to him if that is your subconscious duty. He will grow to love it. Though, back to biting. He loves to mark his partner. Sinking his teeth into their skin just hard enough to leave a mark, and he absolutely doesn’t mind if you do the same. It will surprise him at first, but he’s not against it with how his member twitches.

Definite size kink. That man is what? 7ft? Almost? Ones has to have a size kink of being such a powerful size. So, with a smaller partner he would absolutely thrive on how tight you feel around him. Your body unable to take any more that what you have already inside of you. Bigger partner? He loves just how much you can take him. To see his cock disappear within you as you take him greedily.

Belly budge kink, if he liked watching himself going inside of you, he’s going to like watching that bit of skin the creates a budge inside of you. Telling him of how much you are taking him, and it’s impressive. His hands usually wandering over that bit of skin and gently thumbing it. Watching you closely as you wither and whine at the sudden touch.

I see him having a lingerie kink. So, it would become a great surprise to him if he sees you in nothing but lingerie. He wouldn’t expect that of you, but he certainly isn’t declining your clear invitation of your body sitting so pretty upon the bed with sighs of his name falling from your lips while you pleasure yourself with your fingers. He is quick to not leave you unsatisfied.

Ough, chastity. This one can last a while as he would not have a high limbo. This can be torture for you and more like a walk in the park for him. So, I would advise you to plan this one carefully. Perhaps even challenge him (and well yourself) that you two can’t fuck each other, but you two can tease one another. It’s mostly you teasing, but once he does it? It’s hard to keep your hands to yourself because he knows you like it when he gets back to you and takes his armor off to show the hidden muscle underneath. Bastard.

You could ask him to be bottom for a night, but he would be a power bottom. His hands grasping at your thighs and thrusting up into you with impeccable timing. Your mind going a bit frazzled at his actions as you thought you were going to have him withering but it seems he keeps you in your place in either position. He also likes it when you look exhausted above him. Your hands splayed out on his chest with your heated breathes coating his skin.

There are times where this man gets needy after having you has a partner. The chastity maybe a hard one to get him on, but it honestly takes a lot of time for him to become needy. He is more of a war machine than a sexual one, so it makes sense he isn’t, but when he is? Expect him to be curled around you with his cock deep inside of you. His own, hot breaths breathing into your ear as he stuffs you slowly with him. Taking you deep and slow, savoring you.

It takes a long time for him to do chastity, needy sex, and so does rough sex. He really isn’t that much keen on that one as he doesn’t like to imagine on hurting his partner, but he does obey your cries for more. For him to go “r-rougher!” And by god does he deliver, drilling into you with huffs and growls. His hands squeezing tightly at your waist just enough to create a bruise later. No doubt leaving you bedridden for the next days to come. You’re lucky however, that he cares for you afterwards with love.

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Was asked in PMS, about a good way to Court my doom slayer xD

Tidbiting.

Feed this man real, flavored food. Treats he can eat, get his attention that way.

It's not going to be a super fast way to get his attention THAT way unless there's some sort of emotional bond established. But it helps to feed him to get his attention. He likes you over all? Congratulations your an adopted human beings brought home where it's safe. Where he thinks it's safest for his humans.

(if you don't getting along with his flowers, adopted kids, erm.... Nothing will happen)

John's really affectionate once someone is under his protection. Even platonically-inimate, courting is long game thing with this man. Even if he's more relaxed then before, as a friend said it, he's emotionally constipated so things take a while to shake loose.

It will help to not try something when he's in full fight, or coming off the high if aggression, or cuddle modes. You would need to catch him first after showers, give him a snack to get his attention again. As long as you're not firmly rooted in new son/daughter role you can bring up your want to court and or do thiiiings.

Admittedly it's a 50/50 change from there if your getting to do said things or pinned in some very intense cuddles. Either way, you won't get out of his hold once it's there, unless you make it clear to stop. Slayer /John won't do anything to hurt his people. Won't push you since he knows in some level he's.... intense.

It may not seem like it, but John is scared of hurting who he cares about. He can do self care, if stopped, and just cuddle.

(or get mouthy if aloud...)

If things keep going and go intimate? Hope you don't have plans in the post apocalypse. You'll be likely be camped in his rooms recovering. Gotta remember Slayer is a demigod/god depending on where in the timeline. Still wants to be human but you're never going to out last his stamina. He'll find it super cute if you try.

On theme, once you wake up, John will bring you food and water, humming or giving that happy, big deep rumble of his. Get cuddled, and likely petted.

n.n hope this helps fren?

[dieselman42069]

I am currently struggling to find a specific fanfiction that was on ao3 before the author took it down. It was a unfinished Doomguy/Samuel Hayden/VEGA/Marauder x reader and the author's name was something along the lines of 1-800-SATANIC. I just wanna know if anyone managed to save it before it was taken down. I don't really remember much about it, and I wanna give it a reread to see why my brain brings it up every now and again.

[melodicmel]

Currently writing for Apotelesma and this was a thought between my OC Angel and Slayer, but this could be used for Slayer x Reader HCs or Fics

But the thought of the Slayer having to carry you throughout the Martian base because of the insane infrastructure is quite funny to me. He doesn't complain no, why would he? You practically weigh nothing when he's carrying tons of weapons and has heavy ass armor weighing down and yet he zooms all over the place like if he plays professional tag bro LMAO. Now when you get to the Argent tower to deal with Olivia you get notified about Thrust boots and now the Slayer's sad because he can't have an excuse to carry you from place to place now that you have the boots :(

He's nearly hovering and looking if you want help jumping place to place because he can totally carry you if you're tired you know. No big deal for him 😋 please let him carry you.

[nsmn2s]

[wxnheart]

𝚁𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 (𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗)

Most would call you crazy for getting in his way instead of out but what the hell (pun intended), life's too short, you've seen more shit than you probably ever expected to see, and it's not like you're the only one who has a hard-on for the scary bastard. You're just honest with yours... sometimes. And besides, it's not like the Doom Slayer is complaining.

He isn't. Not really. He's just... making it background noise? He has more important things to do like save your ass from an invasion of Hell, but still, that doesn't stop you from trying to get to know him.

As much as you could, of course. Which wasn't a lot. At all, really, but it's the thought that counts. You tended to fill the silence with random observations and stories about... about anything, really, and while the Doom Slayer never vocalizes it, your voice (and you) grew on him. It was either listen to you, listen to his other fan (who was helpful and savvy enough to just... support), or listen to him. He picked the lesser of the three evils for once.

You told stories about your colleagues, especially the uppity bastards who were scared shitless when they found out the Slayer was in HQ. Your laugh was... different. Not unwelcome. Just different. Genuine. Something he hadn't heard since...

You told stories of your upbringing and how it inspired your profession. Hell, you even told him the stories told to you about him. You asked him if they were true but surprise, surprise, you didn't get an answer. Not like you were going to, anyway, but it's the thought that counts.

But yeah, the Doomguy can appreciate it. As much as he possibly can. It's not too often that he gets to hear something other than screeches of terror and pain as his bullets, fists, and blades tear through the flesh of demons. It's not too often that he gets respite from the memories and ghosts that haunt him more than Hell and the Makyrs ever could. It's not too often that he... Hn.

Sometimes a little goes a long way and while he has his own devices stored away to remind him of his humanity, just hearing another human talk to him does something for him those things haven't done in a while. And the silence he'll face in the aftermath is always deafening.

You wondered out loud what you would do after all this was said and done and Hell was wholly defeated, and while he certainly doesn't give two fucks because, well, he's busy razing Hell, he... Hm. Maybe the Slayer does care. Somewhat. At least you'll be safe to irritate the fuck out of someone else, hopefully those shitty colleagues of yours. So yeah, the Slayer would miss it if he were being honest with himself. He'd miss it, being human.

...But he won't miss Doomie-kins. Who the fuck came up with that name for him?

[bunji-enthusiast]

Random thought I had 🙏

doomguy can absolutely GROWL, we know this right?

Imagine if he just starts doing that randomly whilst your cuddling him, like laid flat down on one another type of cuddling. You’re just chilling when all of a sudden you hear a fucking rumbling from his chest.

You lift your head up, confused and then the sounds stop. Your eyes meet his for an answer, and he just looks away. Seemingly… embarrassed? You weren’t sure.

“What was that?”

The man beneath you is somewhat miffed, yet a waver of something else spills through his carefully concise poker-face. He raises his brows. You only furrow yours with questioning, already seemingly figuring it out yourself. Something tugs at your lips, as if a light-bulb went off in your head, “Do it again.”

His gaze snaps to you the moment you utter those three words, eyes widened. You shrug your shoulders, tilting your head as if you had just won a fight. Or maybe it was just you being in your shenanigans again, one or the other. But that was your uniqueness that had him utterly enraptured, but also confused at times.

You clasp your hands flat together, elbows digging into his chest—you weren’t sure if that really bothered him but you didn’t care right now—you inhaled with the most utterly sad sopping cat face you could muster, then made him the target.

“Please?”

Not as if you had to pull this act anyway, he already had caved. But this made him feel bad, so he sighed, shoulders going lax with an exhausted—but warm, and impossibly loving—expression. If nothing couldn’t kill him, then it’d be you who could. Cause he couldn’t handle that look anymore.

He grips your wrists, firm—not unkind, and pulls your hands apart. Hands seemingly engulfed yours as he pulled you close, same as before. You grinned with a breathless laugh as you heard the growling rumbling the expanse of his chest. It felt nice to your ear, you nuzzled your cheek into him, and simply deflated with a content sigh.

“You should do it more often.”

Oh yes, you definitely were going to be the cause of his heart stopping one day.

[0bananadog0]

Doom and a rabbit

This is just me rambling about my DOOM oc Hare and how I’be personally would have wrote him as a character into the games. Fanfic/ backstory for hare would I call it oc x canon? No not really

<- More Hare content

Words: 850

Mentions of starvation and viscera

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Hase started out working for the UAC. Young and really nothing to guide his life he voluter as a test subject for a cryo sleep program, gets to sleep for a couple of years then get paid a lot of money? Easy money. So he gets sent to mars where the testing takes place. Once on base he gets settled along with the other volunteers once bumping into one of the marines stationed on the base, the guy seemed rather upset at being there, either way He apologized and moved on with his day.

Soon the day comes, he’s nervous of course being the first batch of test subjects but the research’s say they have had great successes with testing on other mammals. Hase get settled into his pod and closes his eyes praying he’ll open them again.

Reports had been coming in about vital supply chains being disrupted. In a war like this Thira and the rest of the sentinels can’t afford something like this. Previous attempts had been made trying to catch the perpetrator with no luck. With seemingly a small moment to breathe Thira sends the slayer out with a small squad, they manage to track them down to a local taverns in one of the larger cities nearby that has yet to be destroyed.

Once stepping inside the place was rather full, men and women alike trying to keep morale up by drinking, talking and singing. At first the place quieted down, the once cheery laughter hunkering down to a whisper as the slayer stepped in. The mass stared at him as he moved between the tables but just as he had left the door the sound of feet against hard stone smattered the door flying open as someone took off. He had found his target. The air was cold, filled with the threat of rain as the slayer sprinted after the man, typically this wouldn’t have been an issue if it not for the tight labyrinthine corridors circling around them. Right As he was about to grasp the man’s cloak the man seemed to slip right into another tighter passage forcing the slayer to find another way around. The chase wore on till the man that felt like suddenly just disappeared into the crowd. His breathing was heavy as the voice of one of the sentinels rang out in his helmet ”the Hare escaped again.” The informed Thira.

The sounds of the slayers footsteps echoed in the empty hallways he walked through. New reports had come in of what the sentinels described as ”an alien structure” they had just discovered no to long ago. The structure wasn’t Alien, he knew these halls. It was a piece of the Base on mars, never in a million life times had he wanted to walk through those halls again but here he was, not so carefully stepping over corpses as he found a part of the wing he had never had accessory before. The door was half open, the automatic function long gone broken. He took a step into the room, just like everywhere else the floor was littered in carnage that however was the least interesting thing in this room. The walls were lined with pods, each and everyone broken besides one who just seemed to have a crack in it, next to the pod seemed to have been information written down beside them most of it missing beside one that seemed relatively clean. The only readable information being a serial number: PCN-01-05

Thira lets out a sigh in relief, they had finally caught the Hare after 2 years of cat and mouse. She watched as he got escorted out of the room by two guards, the cloaks he usually wears now gone from him revealing the hollow form underneath. The man struggles as they pass the slayer, the man screams and yells at the guards in a language that sounds familiar to him but he can’t place his finger on it, before they know Hare frees himself and take of sprinting for his life like a mad man the guards and the slayer take chase. Just like before the man uses his size to weave his way future away from his pressures in the process somehow knocking the slayer out.

The place he finds himself in is cold, damp. The sound of water dripping down onto the stone floor mixed with the scurrying of small paws all around him. Groggily the slayer opens his eyes only to be met by a couple of thousand staring back at him. Rats. Giant fucking sewer rats. The rats suddenly stop as he hears footsteps approaching from behind, soon the man comes into view half dressed, his spine and ribs poking out of him. Signs of starvation. He lets his eyes travel upward and in the nape of the man’s neck he finds it: PCN-01-05.

He looks at the slayer, an uneasy smile twitching on his lips seemingly deciding whether or not to speak. ”What?” He asks getting face to face with the slayer. ”stop staring at me like that.”

[rosie-artz]

Small doodle for today. Posting is gonna be choppy for a few weeks (maybe a month??) Due to moving reasons, so if you don't see some art for a bit, I promise I'm not dead, just busy with packing and other things

But I'll still try posting some art in between

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Disclaimer: Angst. All of it. Long and intense. Be warned. Reader death.

Gender neutral reader.

He didn't want Daisy at first.

Okay, that's a little harsh but he just didn't really consider himself a pet guy - never had a family dog or cat growing up, there was a fish he won at the state fair when he was nine, Sargent Bubbles.... it uh.... didn't make it week. Besides that he wasn't really that all interested. He thought his mother was the same way up until his dad died, she then lived by herself on the other side of state and he felt bad because of his work and constantly being restationed that he couldn't be closer to her and she made it abundantly clear with that Texan stubbornness she would never move out of that home her and Dad worked so hard to get, so he supposed getting animal made sense - but usually when think that you'd think of getting a dog or cat or something... not a damn rabbit.

Which has led him to his current situation.

The caramel colored rabbit chewed quietly on the plastic grass on the floor, ears so long and tall that were practically antennas on the top of her head as she mindlessly ate, completely unaware her owner was cold in the ground as of yesterday.

You and him sat on the twenty year old threadbare lawn chairs that sat in the indoor pin - in what used to be his childhood bedroom - and watched her, she had stopped eating and hopped around your feet. He feels at his face, more emotionally exhausted he's felt since Dad died and he already knows the awaiting conversation on your tongue the past hour.

He looks over to see you crouched over in your chair, holding your hand out patiently to see if the rabbit would take interest which she did but would only stay about a good distance away from your hand - that is until you bribe her. The carrot stick you retrieve buys you her affection immediately as she loudly chews in your hand until the thing is entirely vanished and she proceeds to headbutt your palm in return, either as a show of appreciation or a demand for more he isn't sure but there was one thing he was is that you were absolutely eating it up that being the moment he decides to bite the bullet.

"(Name)," He doesn't even have to say it as you turn to look at him, bunny headbutts still being applied to your hand.

"Flynn," You reply mimicking his serious tone. He sighs, clenching his hands anxiously together and falls back further in the chair too small for him.

"We live in a tiny apartment, when we have to move there's good chance we move into somethin' tinier and so on. You can't really think-"

"Where else would she go? The shelter? I don't think they even take in rabbits. And she's a domesticated rabbit she can't just be released in the wild and we live in Texas." He swallows.

"With assignments I'm gone a lot I wouldn't want to you to be stuck with-" You suddenly reach over to grab at his tense hands, they relax and unlock together to ease into your touch as you turn your full attention on him.

"Your mother was nothing but kind to me and supportive of us even when some of your family didn't, she really loved that bunny so it's the least I can do." He looks away to the floor to Daisy, he feels bad not knowing she held his mother's affection that much... makes him feel worse he didn't talk to her more these last couple years yet you did enough to know... it stirs uneasy in his stomach but he sighs.

"...okay."

He still isn't sure how you two made it work but somehow the two of you made an acceptable living space for Daisy out of the only spare room in your apartment. She was house trained which - and he's a bit shamed to admit - he looked at you completely strangely like you grew an arm out of your head or something when you first told him that she could use a damn litter box, you know like a cat when she was definitely not a cat. But low and behold she used it without second thought, causing him to stand in the doorway in disbelief for a solid two minutes.

She had her pin with her nest and various perches and toys she would play and be content with and would excitedly hop on over every single time you'd open the gate and step in and happily eat out of your hand and eventually lay on your lap every time she would see you. She was like a damn cat.

With him? Not so much.

She'd run and hide every time he'd even step an inch inside the pin. You won her love with food so he tries feeding her in the rare instances she doesn't immediately flee but she eventually does and frantically escapes out of your arms when holding her.

He didn't get it. Was it because he was too big? That he seemed threatening? He tries to always move slow and not make too sudden of movements when around but it always ends up the same. She didn't do this at Mom's house, she would always stay clear of him and he made no effort to really engage with her but... maybe it's because she now knows she has to live with him. Live what she deemed as scary threat. It makes him feel bad. She was the last connection he had of his mom and here he is ruining it not on purpose.

Eventually, two months in, he gives up. Accepts it. He still feels horrible but he leaves you to tend to her, afraid of him even trying would just needless stress the poor thing out.

That is until a couple weeks later.

His last Commanding Officer had just retired and his Squadron had just been assigned a new one, in bed he's reading the record of this new Commander as he likes to do to get feel what to expect going forward. He liked his old Commander, old man considerate and down to earth with a good sense of justice and humanity, he really admired that about him and he likes working with people like that. This new Commander... not so much. The record showed the taste of a selfish spineless bastard that only wanted to get what every assignment done no matter the risk or cost. It put a certain taste in his mouth he's not looking forward to see first hand and its not like he can quit or be reassigned to other Squadron, he's worked with some of those men for years and the trust he has in them he can't just abandon. So he just has to grit his teeth and bare it until Commander Dipshit slips and the next assigned CO comes along.

His eyes feel tired, he sets down the tablet on his nightstand and looks over go see your still missing spot and is about to see if something was wrong to keep you away this long until right at that exact moment you come rushing into the bedroom with wide panic in your eyes.

"It's Daisy!"

She's bleeding with a wide gash in her side and her right foot twisted in a jagged unnatural direction as she lays in a towel on the kitchen table.

"I - I - I don't know how she got out! I looked at the window and - I got her as soon as I could - Flynn-"

He moves without thinking, battlefield experience kicking in as he rushing towards the bathroom medicine cabit to retrieve first aid. He tends to her without question and she lets him, the rabbit having to be in shock as she trembles on the bloody towel on the countertop. She's stitched with a bandage wrapped tight around her stomach and what remained of her foot. What could've possibly got her to snap bone like that? It didn't matter, all that did was him setting it and coming up together with the limited resources he had to make a makeshift cast.

Even with her being treated it was still rough, you couldn't call a vet this late at night so she had to fight through it. Neither of you slept, just watching over her. He was fully expectent she wouldn't survive the night and sat on the couch silently screaming at himself and apologizing to her and his mother over and over again.

But by miracle she pulled through.

The vet said she would be fine, even complimenting the stitchwork towards you - even when you tried correcting her but it didn't really seem to go through because how the hell would a 6'8 man be able to do such fine delicate work? Whatever. The more important thing was Daisy would be okay, she just needed time to heal.

Healing went a lot easier than expected, she though didn't really move around a lot and kept more to herself and when she did move she didn't really hop but more waddled from place to place. But she was calm, she still made her way over to you every time you visited - which now was more frequent than it already was - and would still play and eat out of your hand. But something did change.

She didn't flee when he was around.

While he did give up, he thought especially with her state he would check up on her every now and again, staying outside of the gate to the pin. She didn't run. It was very clear she knew he was there but she didn't run. That's some progress. You noticed it too and were practically over the moon glad but you both took the process slow, until eventually you convince him to sit with you in the pin. Like that day you convinced him to take her in, this time without the shitty lawn chairs... Daisy let you pet and feed her and she ignored him. Until she didn't.

Right in the middle when he was sharing with you feeling this is a lost cause when he tried feeding her a carrot to no success - she bit it. Taking him by surprise. He stares gawked until she keeps eating. More and more until not even a stub was left in his hand. She doesn't headbutt his hand like she does yours, just limbers away when she's done, he looks at that same hand confused. Well he couldn't give up now.

Everyday, even in the mornings right before he has to drive to Base, he'd spend time with her. Feed her out of his hand before he even had his own breakfast with you. She still didn't headbutt him, ate then went back to her own business like knocking her ball around carpet and then he'd still watch her. Every day until finally she did it.

It'd been weeks and finally her stomach bandage could be removed with her side healed when she did it. She headbutts so rough it'd send your hand back just a little bit but it's a sign of affection. He wasn't even thinking about it when she surprised him with it. He looks at her shocked afterwards, she just turned and goes to play with her ball, it's then when he finally got it. He understood.

What it meant to love a pet.

Slowly over time Daisy opened up to him more, showed him as much affection as she does for you - hell he can even pick her up and or she just follows him around on the apartment on her own. Speaking of, with each new assignment that requires a different locale means you have to move from apartment to apartment and state to state like before she entered the picture which she wasn't exactly a fan of at first but luckily each place you were able to find was accommodating for her to comfortably live in which seemed to also click for her to be able to move around as much willingly - it meant new scenery after all.

There hasn't been another incident last the last time and she doesn't attempt to ever go outside by herself again so she doesn't need to be strictly inside the pin where she can responsibly go around the house and hell even sleeps with you both in the bed. The past two years have really convinced him that this rabbit actually might be part cat.

Right now you're back in Texas, back in his childhood city actually, not that far from his childhood home which unfortunately has been sold with a new family moved in so he can visit anymore but he's come to long accept it. Things have been great. Until recently.

"MARS?!" You shout back at him in disbelief.

"It's only for six months until this punishment runs out when Commander War Criminal Shithead is out of his body cast and comes back from Pearl Harbor then I'll be reassigned to other Squadron. For now it's just desk duty and security for a research lab." Which he still hates - but hell not as much as this whole twisted joke of a situation at hand.

"Six months." You repeat, exhausted. Him being gone periods of time wasn't exactly the issue, he's military so it's expected, but usually on average it's for a couple of weeks - the longest being two months from a practically annoying assignment a couple years back - but six months was completely different. Half of an entire year. "It's a stupid question to ask but I can't come with you, can I?"

"...no. It's a private facility, not for the public so only granted personnel." It hurts to say but you look at him understandingly then back at the floor.

"Our anniversary is coming up."

"I know. But I couldn't just..."

"I know. And I'm glad you did."

It was left at that. You helped him pack then made love all night as he was ordered to leave the next morning.

Daisy loudly chews on the carrot stick in his hand as he pets her on the living room floor. No idea what was going on and just contently ate.

"Promise you're going to be good, okay? (Name) doesn't need anymore stress so no more three AM snack pleas." Her ear twitches which bring a dumb little smile on his face. He then eyes her foot, it's been two years so it's healed and no longer in the cast but it still had that unnatural shape to it - but she could walk on it just fine, still no longer able to properly hop as good as she once did but a little bit, she moved slower than most rabbits.

"I'll miss you two." He confesses. "But it's only six months. It'll be over before you both notice I'm gone."

But he knows it's not that simple. You've been more quiet all that morning. With one more petting goodbye he picks Daisy up and carries her to the other room with her pin and sets her down, she had plenty food and water to do her good until you came back home from dropping him off at the launch site. She stays by the gate, sitting on her hind legs to stand before him he gives her one last pat, her headbutting his palm.

"See you later."

You and him didn't have that long to say goodbye, his superiors already barking at him to get on the ship, you only had maybe one or two minutes at most. There was nothing either of you could really say that hasn't already been said, tough out the next six months and all of this will be like a bad dream. He'll be back to you and Daisy in no time. He promises that. To make up for the missed wedding anniversary he even says he'll take you to that fancy restaurant you like, even if it meant he has to squeeze into the suffocating suit that's three sizes too small on him because finding stuff for his height isn't the most easiest of tasks in the world - but for you it's worth it. He kisses you and promises. Only six months. He doesn't actually even voice the actual word goodbye itself because it isn't.

"Only six months. I love you."

When the space ship takes off out the small window he can see your figure in the crowd with the rest of the crews families, growing smaller and smaller until the ship itself was completely out of the atmosphere.

Only six months.

A very boring six months it seems as he sits there at the tiny desk in the even tinier office. It was practically more of a broom closet than a security room, it especially didn't help with his size being so tall he can't even put his knees under the desk and has to slouch over to watch over the camera feeds on the monitors that showed the various differences labs and facility buildings on Phobos. He had to slouch there and stare at screens. Screens that showed basically nothing but walking lab coats. For six months. And he's only on month two.

But he doesn't just look at screens, he sometimes reads the comic books he brought with him which he likes... but he's read all of them in the first week and rereading is fun but... not for six months. He also more importantly has pictures of both you and Daisy which he proudly has on his desk, two months he already misses the both of you to death, even imagines what you could be possibly doing a planet away while he's stuck here sitting in a chair seat too tiny for his ass.

Four months in is when something finally happens with the cameras - as in they stop working completely. It wasn't odd for them to flicker or flash as he's been use to it the last couple of months, chopped it down to something the labs were doing causing interference or something but they would never last that long. No, now they stopped working entirely, nothing but blue static. He reaches over to the call button to report but then... that's stopped working too. That never happeneds. He's rarely used it on his end but it's two-way, meaning he'd usually get calls signaled by the button itself flashing. Now he clicks it does nothing, no light. It wasn't a power outage because the office lights were still on.

He was currently located on a small base on the edge of the moon, a good distance away from the actual labs themselves. The base itself held Squadron of soliders he wasn't technically a part of, being on desk duty and all. After waiting a bit that maybe it'd get settled out like usual he gets the feeling in his gut to go on and get up about to go and see what the sudden trouble is but he's beat to the punch as the office door gets kicked down, armed solider in the doorway.

"Main Hall. Now."

The UAC facilities were being attacked. By who? No one would give him a straight answer. Oh and Deimos was gone, like actually literally gone like the damn other moon missing from the sky. He couldn't even imagine an explanation and more understood why no clear answer on that however because... how could you explain that? How does a whole damn moon just up and disappear?

He stands with a squad who gets their orders to secure each building because whatever attacked had them completely compromised. Everyone was ordered except him, he currently as his position as security clerk and off duty marine he wasn't granted. He was to stay put and communicate off planet if need be. It made him mad but he didn't argue, with whatever situation was at hand and he didn't want another six months away from home for disobeying direct orders. So he stands by and waits, hearing the constant gun fire from miles away as he sits on one of the spare vehicles kneading the wedding ring around his finger for comfort.

Eventually, gun fire stops and for a bit he thinks it's been solved but hours later when no one comes back to base is when the dread hits. He gets up and goes inside to base, in the control room where the outer planet coms are he fiddles with to his horror discovers they've also stopped working.

They had no help. They were isolated.

It's still eerily quiet, no sounds of struggle or war. No - no that couldn't be it. There has to be survivors, there had to. He feels at the pistol at his hip, it was the only weapon he had. But it had to do. He goes back to his small security office and retrieves the only things he wanted - pictures of you and Daisy to go in his wallet... just in case of the worst. He takes that spare vehicle and drives to the nearest building, he sees nothing too out of the ordinary until-

Tossed body parts. Body parts. Tons of them. Like a wild animal had gotten to them. Blood stained the dark dirt in massive splatters. He gets out of the vehicle with his gun drawn and takes a careful step closer to the lab building, nearly jumps when something grabs his ankle. Horror sets in.

"De... de..." It was the same solider that came to his office, torn in half from the waist down with his lower half haphazardly thrown off to the side several feet away from his upper. The man on the ground points to the building. "...demons..."

Demons?

Before he can question it the solider succumbs to death. He takes silent moment to mourn the loss but turns to look over his shoulder.

What the hell was in that building?

It was Hell. Actual Hell. One building to the next to the next where he fought for his life against the mentioned demons and it only got worse and worse the longer it went on. Oh and he found Deimos, which was in actual literal Hell! How'd it get there? How all of this got here? These damn scientists he's been reprimanded to watch over were performing actual experiments revolving something with teleporting and it somehow opened portals to Hell and the whole moon got pull through and demons came out. Of course. He stopped questioning it hours ago for his own sanity. Speaking of he didn't know if it was actually hours, it felt like days and he hasn't gotten to rest once now navigating these strange labyrinthine Hellscapes. His body couldn't afford to be tired. He was hungry, his stomach that was currently exposed thanks to the rip now in his armor growled but he couldn't do anything about it. Just keep moving.

He fought and he fought and fought. Killing demons and what use to be acquaintances, fellow soliders that were somehow turned into these mindless... zombie things. Honoring their sakes he puts them down too. Until finally he killed what he believed to be the creature behind this whole mess, ugly and arachnid in nature and shot fucking lasers at him. But it was dead now. And in the center of the arena looked to be a portal... portal that looked like earth on the other side. It put more fear in him than this entire experience had brought him.

And that fear was more than warranted.

Demons attacked worldwide. Nothing could stop them. He managed to get in contact with a UAC base that shared with him this information, along with the even worse news. There were evacuees only a couple dozen thousands - out of the world's entire population - but that was it. Everyone else was hit in the mass extinction event. Hearing that he could only think one thing.

He had to get home.

He was miles away, no working vehicle, he raced there - faster than he ever had in his life and shooting every demonic creature with his shotgun that entered his sight but he did not stop moving. He hoped - prayed - you had managed to be one of the couple thousand evacuees that managed to get out. His wedding ring heavy on his finger inside his glove, he could feel the metal on him as a reminder each time he shot his gun as blood splattered on his face and he left a trail of corpses behind him as he had only one goal.

Get home.

The city was in reach, your apartment together not that far off. He kept running, running and shooting, every single memory he had with you repeating and flashing in his head.

Until his trips on something. He stops. He could've kept running his way home but something made him stop and look at the ground at what it was.

A detached, unnaturally bent, rabbit's foot.

Not that far from it, strung apart pieces of a mangled body.

That far from that, a pike.

Daisy's head sat on that pike.

He reaches out and places his hand on the head, a stir of denial in him expecting her to headbutt his palm like she usually does. But nothing. She is a cold lifeless corpse. A cruel death. He removes her head from the pike and hold it close to him.

"I'm so sorry. You're with my mom now."

He buries her, the best he can but takes her foot with him, he isn't sure why but he keeps it close in his pocket. A reminder he supposed. Not for luck like the tales say but a reminder.

He walks slowly down the block, his footsteps heavy with each step, he sees the apartment in the distance. His boots crunch on cheap wood of the porch as he makes his way up, he held tight on the railing as he marched if only to keep his sanity as he stared wide eyed at the remains front door - completely broken in half and the screen door completely gone as it's been tossed in the yard. The windows of the apartment were also shattered. Everything he saw already told him the truth but he denies it with each step he takes. Somehow he had hope. He had to. Somehow. Even if only threadbare.

But that thread snaps the moment he steps in the doorway of the destroyed living room. Blood painted the walls.

He found you.

He walks dead on his feet, on autopilot as he kills everything that lands in his line of sight the mere instance he sees it. After all he's alone. Hell on earth and he's determined to make every single of these sick evil bastards regret even being created. Pain. Misery. It's all they cause. He didn't need sleep. He can sleep when he's dead. He's injured, beat up to hell but he couldn't be bothered to give a damn anymore. Kill. Kill. Kill. Make them pay.

Anger. Such deep anger is what keeps him breathing. He's on a pile of corpses as hoards lunge at him, one even grabbing his arm but pure unadulterated anger keeps him alive. Every single one. He had to see the death of every single one. If he runs out of bullets fuck it he might even start trying to rip them apart with his bare hands.

He hates them. Hates them more than he thinks he's ever hated anything in his entire life. Every single one of them has to die. They slaughtered his family. Killed everyone. Millions upon millions of people. Every single of these despicable vile creatures deserve worse than what he's giving them. He spits blood back in their faces and grabs an imp by the back of the head and crams it's jaw open with the barrel of his shotgun down it's throat and watches it's head explode in his hands, bathing himself in further blood. And it still wasn't enough. He could kill them in worse and worse ways and it still wouldn't make up for how he felt. More and more needed to die.

But they were survivors, now fully evacuated into space thanks to his help but they needed a planet to come back home to. And as sole human on earth he's completely willing to do that pest control and to mention kill and stop whatever the source is that directly tying Earth to Hell, closing whatever gate, kill whatever gatekeeper. And he does so with now trusty rocket launcher in hand.

Earth is now saved, the connection severed and the demons eventually dying out from either his bullets or from being entirely cut off from whatever Hellic engery he guessed. Humanity could return and rebuild.

But at what cost?

He was glad, not get him wrong, glad that at least some people were saved but... out of the entire human population there was before now only a couple thousand handful remained. And you weren't one of them. No one he really knew were ones of them. He was now entirely alone.

All he had in the midst of the crowds of survivors returned back to demon free Earth crying in each other's arms was a rabbit's foot, his and your wedding rings, and memories. That's it.

He had no where else to go, it's not like he every wants to enter that apartment ever again but even if he did the UAC doesn't let him. Which he sort of understands, he was a one man army that did save the human race so maybe it's reasonable for him to be placed on a base just in case... things... arise again. Hell could easily come back any day now and it's gotten a good taste of Earth's blood. But still he hates it. Being in another one of these bases makes him sick and makes him see vivid images of the horrors in his mind. But he doesn't fight it. There'd be no point. Where else is he going to go? What? Is he just supposed to forget?

His assumptions are right; they do want him to handle demonic situations when they come up - they're small cases normally, usually due to some kind of scientists meddling (it's always some damn scientist) which enrages him beyond belief but he goes along with it, acting as clean up exterminator when shit goes wrong, because even with how mad he gets that these dumbasses who have seen and survived first hand the initial invasion still want to poke their dumbass noses into Hell his feelings are nowhere near comparable to that anger he hasn't stopped feeling since that day. If it meant he can kill more demons he'll do it no matter the reason. That anger keeping him going the next five years.

He hadn't noticed it or really cared to until it's pointed out to him that he's started talking less, or when he does it's more cold and rougher than it was prior. He keeps more to himself than he did in his life before. He wasn't the most social of guy back then definitely awkward he never really knew what to say in various given situations and being much taller than majority of most people where everyone had to crank their head up to even look at him didn't really help with that but it was you who encouraged him to get out and relax a little, get out of his shell, talk and chill with people, friends. Without you he didn't have that. Without you he saw no point in trying that anymore. The anger still hasn't went away, he doesn't think it ever will. His mother would be disappointed, believing such hatred brings down a person but... his whole life was ruined.

In bed at night he stares up at the ceiling and thinks for hours, countless of possibilities, things he could've changed, done differently, anything he could've done to change it. He doesn't regret beating up Commander Shithead - who is still alive and survived the demonic invasion by the way in such twisted luck - he saved those people he was ordered to kill, innocent civilians that just happened to be in the way at a wrong time... and he doesn't even know if they survived the invasion. For all he knows they could've ended up dead either way, and if he wasn't discharged on Mars he would've been home to protect you and Daisy. Or he thinks maybe if he noticed the teleportation experiments sooner - stop them before any portal to Hell could've opened, not be childish and bored lazily barely looking at the screens and maybe noticed something that could've prevented this whole damn mess! Prevented the deaths of millions!

He still sees you. The first time he saw you and gathered the courage to talk to you, the first time you kissed, taking you to meet his parents, your wedding, taking Daisy home, your shredded corpse that was in too many pieces for him to be able to bury he could only retrieve your ring. Over and over every time he closes his eyes it's all he sees and Daisy's head on that damn pike. It's the source of the anger.

'Super-Hell-PTSD™' is what he diagnosed with, or well in more professional terms but it's what he's ended up calling it. No cure. It's fine. Nothing he can do about it but keep fighting like he always has.

He keeps his wedding ring on his finger even still in combat slaughtering demons, underneath his glove like be always has, yours is on his dogtag inside his armored uniform close to his heart. He's reminded of it every time he moves, as he fights, as a reminder just like the rabbit's foot in his back pocket. He never wants to forget. He will never forget.

After five years he's finally back on Mars, a demonic invasion he's been sent to take care of as always - sick and twisted joke the decided to invade from here of all places, like they did on purpose. But the more he thought of it... killing demons he's already killed that have been revived somehow but more powerful... whatever mastermind behind it this time was doing it on purpose to goad him, knowing he's the only one Earth can send. That's fine. He'll give them exactly what they want and personally put a bullet in its head. As a clear message.

Try him.

It's the same song and dance as always. It has been for past five years since the initial crisis and he's been sent to clean up the pieces yet again. It's once he's back in Hell that maybe for the first time in a long time his mind is clear, Mother of all demons or whatever she had claimed herself dead at his feet.

It's never going to change, is it? Things will never be like they were before. He'll never be who he was before, Flynn died five years ago only an empty husk of vengeance was left in his place. There was no point in going back. He belonged here now. If he stayed here he could keep the rot in from the inside, keep the remainder of humanity he had fought so hard for safe. He'll miss it, his thoughts had been clouded and occupied by nothing but the anger he felt but he did love and appreciate earth, he so glad he managed to safe it and all the wonderful things and people on it. And if he had to sacrifice himself in order to keep that safety? To keep from having more people experience what he went through? So be it.

Thousands of years he fights, either some sort of time dilation or Hell magic keeps him alive and even makes him survive things he shouldn't but maybe it is that anger that's become more than second nature to him that keeps him breathing out of spite. He didn't need sleep. He didn't need food. He needed to fight. He's much stronger than he was back then - hell that might be the complete understatement of millenia - he's long ran out of ammo that he has to either makeshift his own or rip and tear apart demons with his bare hands, or crush their skulls in his fist. He's scouted practically every inch and different realms of Hell but the demon supply never runs dry and a good portion of them now run when they see him. He was their apex predator.

But in all of this he still hasn't forgotten. He hasn't went entirely insane or lost his motive of reason to fight in all of the unfathomable amount of time. His old marine armor is ancient and tattered and rusted at this point but he still has only important belongings to him; in his back pocket was his wallet with two important photos and a bent rabbit's foot. On his finger embedded in his skin was one ring. Rusted chain around his neck with a name he no longer uses but held onto the other ring. He hasn't forgotten you and Daisy once. He thinks about you two and the life you once had every uncountable day.

Even when he's eventually found one random day and captured in a world or universe that very clearly isn't the one he had originally left, taken in, imprisoned and made a weapon walking wake of destruction under their control to continue fighting the forces of Hell. The Night Sentinels do try to take his momentos away but they learn very quick to regret even trying. They can cage and even mind control him but they will never part them from him how deeply important they were to him, how rooted they were to him. The last remnants of his old life. Why he continues to stand and fight.

He will never forget.

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bro i cannot get over how gentle doomguy was when grabbing Thira's arm like HE'S BARELY GRAZING HER I CANNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

he knows his strength, he knows he could srsly hurt her if he's not careful considering my guy breaks skulls with his hands and I LOVE THE DEVS TOOK THAT IN CONSIDERATION

bit of reader insert note below: tw ptsd mention but like only once

like bruh if that was him in that moment with thira imagen with his s/o pls im gonna vomit the gentleness this man would give to his partner......dying

he would hesistate so much to even touch you at the start of the relationship, too scared to even graze your skin. It would take a while for him to touch you in any form cuz all he knows is to rip and tear..........until its done.....

Also cuz ptsd...that too. Touch would just be very difficult for him so pls be patient with him (its not a question its an order BE PATIENT WITH HIM)

starting with small touches, VERY small touches, lil pokes of his finger to your arm or his leg touching yours when you guys sit together. Likes it when you lean onto him, ur weight although nothing too him feels comforting on his armor

he so touch starved but holds back so much.....he don wanna overstep......crying on the club 😭😭😭😭

The moment he starts feeling comfy enough to hug back tho? ITS OVER FOR HIM he melting like a popsicle on a hot summer's day

leans more into you, but not his full weight unless he feeling playfull (ex; putting most of him on top of u so u cant leave the bed lol) he enjoys when u try to even push him cuz u both know its useless ksksjxdjdjdj

yeah anyway he a teddy bear with you