#doom slayer/reader

[moodymisty]

Author's note: Sorry. Summary: VEGA often inserts itself where it doesn't belong, and unfortunately chooses to do so during a particularly private moment in a less than private location. Relationships: Doom Slayer/Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW, Choking, Rough sex, Bruises, Creampie, Voyeurism (does an ai count??) Ao3 mirror

VEGA, despite being an omnipotent sort of presence aboard the ship, would keep quiet and to itself when observing things benign. You had rightfully assumed it could see everywhere given its integration with the entirety of the ship, but in most private matters, it trended to keep its digital nose out of business.

A fact greatly appreciated by you, as there were some things you would greatly prefer not commented on. Adjustment had made it easier to forget that there was something always watching, but every now and again, VEGA would remind you that indeed- it was always there.

Despite best efforts however, VEGA did still every so often interject itself where it didn’t belong. Usually it was just inconvenient or annoying; Commenting on an odd mannerism or interrupting silence with random tidbits of information that it deemed useful in some way. At most mildly irritating.

This time, you wanted to find where ever VEGA’s core now was and rip it out yourself before chucking it into nothingness. Even as you were half coherent, the metal of the console’s edge digging into your stomach as your trousers cinched around your knees, you could still visualize the palpable feeling of joy you'd get from throwing it's little robotic heart out into the cold harsh vacuum of space and shutting it the fuck up.

You didn’t need pointless observations and warnings and God forbid concerns about your own welfare when you were busy getting sent on a one way express trip to fucking Mars, courtesy of the Slayer.

You hadn’t expected it, but once the Slayer starts something oftentimes he’s more freight train than man; There isn’t any hope of stopping him. If he wanted to have you over the console just meters away from the teleporter he only just emerged from, high off of enough adrenaline to take down a large animal, that was how it was going to be. You weren't going to complain.

It wasn't as if there was anyone here but you to see or hear the rhythmic slapping sound of skin on metal and leather.

At least not anyone alive.

“She has a significantly smaller stature than you. You should refrain from using so much of your strength, especially while in the Praetor Suit, you might injure her.”

Injure yes, you just know your body is going to be covered in bruises. It usually was, but you know this batch will be worse. They'll probably ache for days as you attempt to function as normal, and each time you'll remember this moment.

Despite the slightly embarrassing but overall just annoying AI voice you elect to ignore it, palms pressing against the table and attempting to hold yourself up against what can only be described as an veritable onslaught.

Every thrust of his hips you want to fall forward, body limp and pliable. He had a way of taking the wind right out of you- of making you malleable to him. He manages to fuck you so quick it has your eyes watering, and being so rough the sounds of your skin against his armor is loud enough to echo. You don’t know if it’s his nearly inhuman nature that makes him able to pull himself almost entirely out, where you can feel the head of his cock just about to slip out, before driving back to the hilt in moments; Or if perhaps you’re simply losing the higher brain functioning that helps you feel time passing.

The Slayer rams himself into you particularly deep, battering his hips against your ass as you cry out. He's unfathomably deep and the awkward way your hips are posed and spine is curved let's him shove his cock in enough to fear bruising parts of you untouched before this. You feel a pressure in your hips, tight from being filled to your limit.

“Injury is inevitable if you do not stop.”

That isn't going to happen anytime soon. You don't think the Slayer is even listening at this point, and you don't mind being his personal toy for a bit.

Hayden would've called you his personal whore, but the last time he said that it got his mechanical ghost walled off to a distant part of the ship. The Slayer had been less than pleased by his insult, even if you didn't mind per say. It was only really insulting because of Hayden's pissant attitude.

One of his thick, armored hand wraps around the front of your neck, pulling your body against his chest as the armor of his forearm presses against your collarbone. It feels amazing, your blood thumps in your ears over the sound of slapping skin and muffled feral grunting, as his fingers tighten. His other hand stays on your waist, holding you upright. He can't go as fast with you pinned against his chest, but it's far from a concern. One of your hands reaches up to grab at his forearm, fingers clamoring for purchase and support on the seams and scratches of his armor. Your cunt clenches around him as the air in your lungs stagnates; The feeling of him having your life in his hand is intoxicating.

“She is going to lose oxygen to her brain. If you don’t stop she could lose consciousness.”

He doesn’t listen to VEGA's warning, and only when you really start to writhe do you finally feel his grip relax and let you take a full breath. His arm still stays around you however, keeping you pressed against him while his massive gauntlet lays around your neck just tight enough to be delightfully uncomfortable. You can feel how wet your upper thighs are, sliding against each other as your cunt is rendered a sloppy mess.

“Shut it up, please just shut it up,”

The Slayer however doesn’t seem to care, as you hear the soft reverb of panting from his helmet- like a dog in a kennel.

Different feelings tend to come to mind for you whenever demons or otherwise refer to him as the Beast.

“I only seek the safety of all life forms with permission to be aboard this vessel. You are at risk of injuring yourself if you continue this recklessly.”

You can barely manage to get out the words, sentence chopped apart as the Slayer slams his hips against your ass. Sitting down is probably going to be difficult in your near future. All worth it for the feeling of his cock stretching you to the max and dragging against every little bundle of nerves inside of you that makes you jolt and shiver.

“Vega, shut, up and go, the hell away.”

The AI gives an immediate response to your demand; Disorienting, the way it's voice is so neutral while responding to you as the Slayer continues to cram his cock all the way to the base inside your ill-prepared hole.

“I am programmed to only take those sorts of orders from The Slayer and Dr.Hayden unless authorized otherwise.”

You groan in defeat, only for it to get cut off and changed into a squeal as you feel his cock rub against a particular bundle of nerves that makes your toes curl in your shoes and knees almost buckle. Your stomach is like a vice grip, you're so close your clit is throbbing and your hands desperately grasp for something to hold onto and ground yourself with.

He hits it again, and again, and before long you're clenching around his cock and attempting to milk it for all it's worth as you finish. Your teeth grind as your body tightens, though the Slayer continues to fuck you through it all like a ruthless machine as he chases his own. The feeling of your tight cunt spasming around him as you cum is eventually does him in, and you feel the stutter of his hips losing pace in that final stretch before he stills with himself buried as deep as he can in you. The groan he lets out as he spills inside of you makes your gut feel like it's made of lead, the bruising grip of his hand on your hip aching as cum leaks down your thighs. You swear you can feel him throb.

A shiver rolls down your spine, and the only thing stopping you from sliding down the console and onto the floor like a wet towel is his hips pinning you against the edge, and his hand gripping your waist and shoulder. Your throat still aches a bit; your voice will probably be sore for awhile but you consider the price you paid fair.

It seems however that he's begun to lose that feral edge as his adrenaline begins to wear off, and seems content to keep himself warm in your heat for a bit. His armor is heavy and uncomfortable against your body, but it's coldness isn’t unwelcome. You certainly aren't going to complain when that discomfort is something you enjoy. Your heart still races in your chest as you try to catch your breath.

The Slayer leans over to do something on one of the screens you can’t quite see, only whimpering a bit when his shifting around brushes a few sensitive areas and stretches your entrance a bit. You also haven't not noticed hes getting hard again, and you figure you're on for another wild ride. VEGA however talks again before your brain has a chance to drift off again.

“...I am now authorized to heed your commands, within reason.”

Did… Did he specifically give you the ability to tell VEGA to shut up?

You can tell The Slayer is holding back, his hips keep shifting forward in an unconscious desire to drive himself deeper and fuck you again. You speak up.

“Stop talking for awhile unless its an absolute fucking emergency.”

VEGA processes for a moment, and for once you’re not upset to hear his voice.

“...Very well. I will be silent unless the flag station encounters any distress.”

The only thing currently in distress right now is your reproductive organs, but you gave up the right to care about their safety when you let the Slayer fuck you into next week with the entirety of his armor still on.

Funny how he can be so incredibly gentle with you, hold your wrist like it's glass and carry you around, and then fuck you like he's going to crack you in half.

Without the annoying omnipotent voice he once more began to grind himself deeper into you, earning a pleasing amount of whimpers and gasps from you in the process. He's a bit less rough this time, removing his hand from your shoulder and back onto your hip, but he still easily has you pinned against the console. Your sweaty palms both press into the console and you can only hope you aren't touching anything important.

“Fuck…”

The Slayer suddenly however pulls out of you to flip you around, picking you up at the waist to deposit you sitting on the console and coming between your thighs after your trousers are unceremoniously torn off. You didn't even really have time to assist by kicking them, he just yanked them off in one fell swoop. Back between your thighs he pushes into you, easily sliding into your well prepared cunt with little resistance and pushing out some of his own cum he left behind and making an even bigger mess of your puffy cunt.

With the Praetor armor he is even wider, and nearly impossible for you to get your legs around; Instead they just part wide enough to feel a stretch and bend at the knee as you sit dangerously close to the edge.

You both don't last nearly as long this time, your arms nearly buckle when you cum around him and as he does, he ruthlessly keeps going and going until eventually, he fills you up for the second time. Finally pulling from you results in that odd empty feeling of his cum leaking from your stretched cunt, dribbling down and onto the console below you. The combination of it all makes your tremor, muscles spasming as you ride out the aftershocks. Your legs dangle limply.

Your skin still feels flushed, but your heart is no longer hammering against your chest like it just had been. It's been a bit, since the Slayer had last had his way with you; You were well on your way of christening various surfaces of the station. Finding the time can be difficult and given you're the only two living beings aboard, there isn't much reason why you would have to confine it to any particular location. At least you don't think so.

VEGA issues one last concerned notice, making your messy thighs clamp up embarrassed and the still helmeted Slayer look at you like he did something wrong.

“Perhaps next time you should avoid this area. Excessive liquid could damage the equipment.”

[rosie-artz]

somewhat starting to get used to drawing his armor

bonus doodle without the lighting and shit

[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.

[wxnheart]

You got me touchin' on your body...

You're sandwiched between the wall and him, sequestered away from prying eyes and sharp ears, and oh fuck, his fingers—

They make you tremble. They make you moan. They make you push and rub against him even more and god, he's so hard. And smug, too. Bastard.

Those calloused hands are doing things to your body, playing you like a finely-tuned instrument, and making you feel shameless. Under different circumstances, you'd be embarrassed at the sounds you're making, doubly so because someone might hear you but right now, in this very moment, you couldn't give two shits if they did or not. Hell, you're even hoping they're enjoying it.

All you're concerned about is your pleasure. And so is he.

He continues to push you closer to the edge, leaving you breathless and wanting more. And when you come in a volley of curses, shivers, and murmurs of his name, pressed tightly against his body, you're a thousand percent certain everyone heard that.

Tough shit, though, 'cause he's only getting started.

Under different circumstances, he'd have you going crazy, fucking you senseless while seeing how quiet you could stay but right now? In this moment? Fuck no. Everybody's gonna hear you. Everybody's gonna know who you belong to.

Everybody.

Hope they enjoy the show.

[vladr2566]

Pt2! Of Doom slayer head cannons NSFW edition



• Large and very girthy

•starts off slow and gentle, he holds back out of fear of hurting his partner

•mostly doms and tops, doms and bottoms as well kind vocal, grunts and groans

• very rarely submissive but when he is he is very vocal, moans when his partner dominates him

• loves it when you call him by his name not his nickname but his real name, Flynn

• the god of after care, he would run his partner a hot bath and join them, give them massages and makes them meals and cuddles, if out on the field he would clean his partner up with wet wipes/baby wipes

• very handsy and love fore play. Ass, thighs, brest (if his partner has any) he loves grabbing and fondling around

• oral, he loves to go down on his partner and loved it when his partner goes down on him

• loved picking up his partner and fucking them especially against a wall

• praise, he loves getting and giving praise

• possessive, but not like in a crazy jealous type way. But he will make it clear that his partner belongs to him and will protect them from anything

• marking, he will leave his partner’s neck, chest, and thighs covered in hickys

• he listens to his partner, if they say no, he will respect them and not bother them about it, he respects consent and his partner decisions and they do the same because consent is the most import thing when it comes to sex and also respect 

[bunji-enthusiast]

Note // honestly I had no idea where I was going with this. dear slayer the guy you are.

divider by @/cafekitsune

The Slayer thinks he might — keyword ‘might’ — be going insane.

Fresh out of the constant infighting with the Kreed Bishop, fighting off demons and trying to ensure he’s all for protecting the Sentinels is wearing him down. While his dedication to protecting knows no bounds, he’s utterly pushing whatever mental limits he has constantly.

But there is one small difference that makes things bearable, despite how cheesy it may seem.

You.

Essentially your personality, just about anything pertaining to you.

You have a way of enlightening the dreary atmosphere, even if despite already being used to the dreadful environments and weary circumstances. Sure, he can end situations easily, but so little he had allowed himself to just simply… slow down.

As one of the few higher ranked officers amongst the Sentinels, alongside Commander Thira and King Novik, you were seldom the few who talked to him in equal regard to anybody else. Initially he was taken aback that another had braved so easily to even talk to him; but the more you spoke, the moments you shared only by those eyes, and lingering—concerned touches for one another. He had to admit, you were a beautiful soul.

Honestly, you did drive him insane. For once, in the good way.

It’s not only the moments you alone shared that he drew that confirmation from—it was the way you showed genuine worry for injured civilians, who had nothing to do with the insipid war that transpires. The way that some people seemed to smile in your wake, people that you formed bonds with, even with the occasional interaction. The way you talked about your favorite subject when given the chance. The way you focus when fixing up a broken toy for a child, or maybe taking interest in kicking the ball for them.

Rarely had he seen you take even one moment to sit down, relax. Given that with everything else going on, he understood that. But, still. You had admirable traits, similarly to what he viewed in Thira and Novik, Valen too.

Though as of late, you appeared more reclusive, closed off. Admittedly it isn't the first time he's seen something like this happen, he's viewed it in many other Sentinel Soldiers.

Normally, he'd usually leave it be, give space for the person to work through it on their own. Yet he was compelled to at least offer some sort of comfort, a sense of ease, something enough to let you know he was there as a means of support—even if it was through his own and unusual way.

Heartbreaks are common, he's been made well aware of that within the tragedies he's experienced so far in the long span of his lifetime. But he knew, that even someone as strong willed as you, weren't immune to the aches that prolongs even long after the event. Something's happened—that much he knew, however, it wasn't going to be his place to divulge.

Today, you had sat at one of your usual rotational posts. Well, not so much as a post, just at a table in the Sentinel Barracks. The place had been nearly razed over, had it not been for the heavily armored man in green—the barracks themselves would've been gone. That much was easy to understand, at least at the moment. Here and now, you sat with your shoulders squared and straight, easy to amend your posture at a moment's notice. No show here, no performance to put on now.

Most busybodies had made themselves home, able to rest and recuperate in this spare time of clarity. However, you still had made your station here, and had not yet left. Hardworking as you may be, this particular circumstance was something he found suprisingly unusual. You should've been resting, just like anyone else. But he reassessed that confusion, he too was also hypocritical in the same breath. The Slayer stayed awake at this time of the night, like you are now. Scrolls of papers were strewn across the wooden canvas, inky marks scrawled in writing. The picture of a hardworking artist, or maybe just a human doing their damndest as anyone else would.

Your brows were furrowed in contemplation, indecipherable mutterings spilling from your pursed lips. What he could infer from such a scene, was confusion, grief, and anger. As if you were trying to make sense of the puzzle that left you with more questions then answers. It was a predicament that he knew all too well.

There were no herbs for heartache, not here, in Argent D'nur or even Hell itself. One had to fight their way out of the incessant pits of grief and rage, and all that it was. No matter the circumstances of how it happens, it becomes easy to allow it to tide you over, in just a momentary slip of your own grasp. While he may not understand what plagues you so, he knew the invaluable struggles of learning how to deal with such wounded events. Despite healing from such things, that sharp shock of pain reminds you easily. Reminds you of old memories, recalls things to deep for your fervent mind to spare.

The Slayer knew, he understood. His understanding was both a detriment, and a blessing, he thought to himself.

Now he merely decided to put it to use.

Deeply bowed in your fermented self-loathing, he approached with a slow gait. Out of habit, for him to be naturally so silent in a case like this. He inwardly brings his heart closer, so as to not pound the cage of emotional longing. For him, playing the long game was easy in a peculiar circumstance.

One step, then two. Now the man stands right at the side of your table, the flickering blue lights within the structure thrum ahead with lowly anticipation, torches audibly crackling every once in a while. Within the silence, it was as simple as hearing a pin drop. His silence is as long as his patience, and he's patient to gain your attention, watching as the lines seem to draw ever deeper upon your forehead. Though for the moment, the Slayer weighs on his options.

‘Should the old marine capture your focus quicker? Or perhaps wait for you to figure out his presence yourself?’

The question stalemates, as before he knew it, his hand—large and steady, and somewhat unsure—lays upon your own. Your eyes shot up, unsteady and wide. Your bottom lips tremble, fettering for just a moment. But it doesn't go unnoticed.

The Slayer leans down, head almost dropping to a sort of bow of acknowledgment. A gentle, silent action.

You arch a brow, a glimmer of confusion creasing your features. Then you nodded slowly in understanding, you assumed the thought quicker than you ever have before, "You are concerned for me?"

A beating pause passes, and you could make out the slow raise of his eyebrows beyond the glass visor of his helmet; his way of confirmation. Admittedly, you were still learning what he means through such small acts of gestures. Still learning how to read, really. It was no wonder that he had such varying lengths of patience, or maybe he was just unabashedly impatient at times.

"I'm... tired." You confess finally, eyes glazing over the desktop with a heavy sigh. Now your eyes draw to the centerpiece of your contemplation, old texts scribed with legends and tall tales that made up the land. Searching for answers you so desperately wished you could piece together. You knew it was a reach, but some other part of you in the back of your mind screamed otherwise.

Sure, this sort of act was unnecessary. Not meant for something like an officer, but this was your own personal account of selfishness. You sorely needed it.

You were trying assess the reasoning between the attacks the demonic force made so far, and most importantly, the backstory. You've battled your far share of wars, experienced even the worst. You bled for the act of something better, vying for victory over the invasion. But the hordes confused you, with their grotesque appearances and macabre paintings of higher tellings. They speak something indifferent to your ears, and it wrought a similar telling to when the Slayer first appeared in the arena.

Suddenly, before you could even fall any deeper into the mental rabbit hole, the man at your side tugs at your hand. A forbearing tug, enough to draw you from the worst of it.

"What?"

He snorts at your confusion, amusement half-hearted as he pulled you into his embrace. You gasped in surprise, arms rigid with slight unease. Then, slowly enough, you melted. Feeling the weight of a comforting pressure on the back of your head. Almost as if he were shielding you from the weight of the world, unfathomable warmth seeping into even the coldest of your nerves, circumventing temperatures. Like your body grew lighter, weightless as a feather. A feather falling far enough, to land on a rock.

Maybe that is what he was, a protective wall, made of the strongest stone. But still so much more, an enviable being of hope, despite the terror he's capable of; Yet in the same wave, the Slayer is a gentle giant.

For all that it was worth, he was a mystery. But a welcome one.

Your eyes grew heavy instantaneously, something claws at the inner depths of your ribcage. You wanted to just simply collapse right there and then, and admittedly your knees nearly buckled from the sudden rest from your constant searching.

You attempt to search for something to say, to fill the gaps of silence that rose. But nothing ever comes.

That's quite alright however, words never knew meaning in the face of a man such as him. Actions were more than enough, and he never held any expectation for you to explain yourself. If silence was the burden, then allow him to bear it with you. He had always been doing so anyway.

Finally, finally you conceded—curling your arms around what you could embrace in return.

"Thank you."

It was the first time in a long time he’s ever heard those two words.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Hey, how about the monkey queens meeting the male monkey reader who's like the Doom slayer from DOOM??? She's sees him tearing enemies apart, with extreme brutality and well...........let's just say her panties fell right off😈🤣😉

DOOM Monkey and his Queen👑

(Lmk Wukong) Oh my, she should be afraid of you, especially with your rip and tear reputation, but for some reason, it wasn't. You seem to treat her with the utmost care and give her endless affection, Wukong would fall head over heals in love with you. Dispite your rough exterior you were so calm and compassionate with her, and gave her endless physical affection you would make her head spin. Then came when she saw you kill enemies and slaughtering anyone who threatens or offends her, and to find that your so protective. Wukong loves her big rough doomguy.

(MKR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh my a gaint, buff, metal Wrathful monkey man, yes please and thank you. Wukong had found you wailing and dismembering a bunch of demon bandits that tried to rob you, and let me tell you there wasn't a drought in her trench if you know what I'm saying😉. Wukong wasted know time trying to get your eyes on her trying to get you to be rough with her too, but you normally just push her to the side. You had made her chirp and purr like a pleasure kitty on her back whenever your on her mind, and one day you returned the attraction. Wukong hated how hard and easily she fell for you, but it couldn't be helped you just her ideal man.

(NR Wukong) You can rip and tear her clothes off her body anytime and every night, and she would love it more and more. Ohhhhhhhhh you were so rough around the edges and needlessly violent, but she felt there was more to you. For example not only were you insanely strong but also well insane, with how much blood you spill every other day you came off as unhinged to Wukong. Then she saw your well arsenal and got an eye full of the BFG gun and well....she may have just creamed her panties the second time. Now she definitely wanted you now as you spend the night wrecking her in bed and make her scream and see hearts and stars reaching a new plane of heaven.

(HIB Wukong) She had thought you were a big brainless brute, in the beginning. Then why do your big scarry claws hold her paws so gently as if your afraid to harm her by accident, or gently lead her to a safer area for her and her children. Why do you shoot dragons left and right, but sit her on your big lap and softly massage her shoulders. Why do you crunch skulls and break bones but always bring her a presents like the heads of her enemies and harasser. You even sit her on your lap and softly pick bugs out her fur because she didn't have anyone to help her. How are you so violent and brutal but an ideal husband to only her, you still make her head spin when you kiss.

(Netflix Wukong) She would have a deep blush on her face, she wouldn't know if she should fear you or open her legs for you. You were definitely driven by Neverending rage and endlessly violent towards you enemies Obstacles but she felt there was more that meets the eye. When you both go to fight other demons together she would see you run ahead and slaughter the demons, as Wukong looked on with shock, fear and arousal ohhh what a man as you protect her and acted viscous towards enemies. It didn't take any time for her to get clingy and needy for your love and attention as you kiss and cuddle her close.

(BMW Wukong) YOU ARE SOOOOOO SEXY AND DEADLY SHE JUST COULDN'T HANDLE YOU AT ALL🤤🤤🤤. Wukong saw you ripping apart some celestials solders that were harassing you, and well it was a bloodbath down there, Wukong could barely control herself. She was actively grinding on her own staff as she watched you fight getting faster and faster until....the second she saw you rip somebody's head with your bare claw. She had chirped and creamed so hard she blacked out on her nimbus. From that day Wukong was obsessed with you and did everything in the book to win your heart, which didn't take long since it's rare to find a deadly woman just for you.

(Destined one) Oh my together your the quiet ones and it made things awkward at first, but it slowly became wholesome. You and the Destined one would have frequently quiet but private dates together, like going to a tea shop or having a picnic. Your favorite thing to do together was cuddling in the tall grassfields, and lounging under the sun. You basically enjoy the silence together as you both would just nap, or have private make out sessions, you were the man of the Destined one's dreams and she will never stop loving her big strong deadly monkey man.

(Lotmk Wukong) Now it was her that had you wrapped around her delicate little fingers. Wukong was the sweetest little angel you ever met, and I felt the constant urge to protect and provide for her. You both adored each other and enjoyed ripping and tearing your enemies together and sharing sweet kisses and cuddling. You both were just madly in love with each other, and you treated her kindly, and with endless affection, Wukong was your precious treasure and you wouldn't let anything happen to her.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🔫

[dragon-watcher03]

I like when ppl write their own version of mk intros, so I shall request those. I don't have any specific idea for reader's backstory so I'd love to see what you come up with o/

Thx for the motivation, you gave me a brilliant idea-

Mk1 x Gn! Doom God! Reader

Note: Reader uses mini scythes connected via chains as a Krucible and has armour more like those from Halo. Implied Doom Slayer x reader.

Ft. Liu Kang, Johnny Cage, Raiden, Kitana, Shang Tsung

Liu Kang: You are a God in your realm?

You: I'd rather go with Slayer, but yes.

Liu Kang: The fact that your realm's Seraphims see you as nothing but a weapon... doesn't sit right with me.

You: Why? It is my sole purpose.

Liu Kang: Slaying demons for many decades must have been challenging.

You: Less challenging, more soul-draining.

You: I do not intend to stay here long, Lord Liu Kang.

Liu Kang: At least grant me one last spar?

You: There is another like me, but he is a lot less talkative.

Liu Kang: I have no doubt that he is as honorable as you.

You: The humans in this world are very different than the ones back at home...

Liu Kang: How so?

Johnny Cage: So, what exactly are you the God of?

You: I am no God, but people have no better words to describe me.

Johnny Cage: C'mon, you and your buddy would totally fit in a first-person shooter!

You: I have better demons to fight than Paparazzi, Cage.

Johnny Cage: So, this buddy of yours, he anything other than just your partner in crime?

You: Even if we were, I wouldn't tell you.

You: I have no time for trivial things like "love".

Johnny Cage: Sheesh, talk about workaholic.

You: I know what you're going to ask, and no, you can't hold my Krucible.

Johnny Cage: Y'know if you weren't such a buzzkill, I'd totally tap that.

You: Do you get anything out of flirting with me?

Johnny Cage: The possibility of courting a Goddess/God.

Raiden: Your people see you as a God?

You: Yeah, they even made a whole religion based on us.

Raiden: This other "Doom God" you speak of, he sounds like a ruthless man.

You: Oh trust me, he is.

Raiden: Is it foolish of me to request a spar with a demon-killing God?

You: Don't worry, I'll be gentle.

You: That amulet you have is fascinating...

Raiden: As is that weapon of yours.

You: Ashrah is a Demon? She looks so human compared to the ones back at home.

Raiden: Whatever monsters you deal with at home, I can assure you she is nothing like them.

You: Are you sure you want to meet him?

Raiden: When you speak so highly of him, how can I not?

Kitana: The war you fight sounds worse than Outworlds.

You: I pray this universe will never experience such a war...

Kitana: I feel like you and my sister would get along well.

You: I take from the way you say that, that it's a compliment.

Kitana: The humans of your world call you "Ruin God"?

You: They are so creative, aren't they?

You: I must say, you were right about getting along with Mileena.

Kitana: The blood coating your armour seems to prove so.

You: I have been alive for so long with the mind of a human, that I started to forget who my parents were...

Kitana: I'm... sorry to hear that, Ruin.

You: I hoped to not get attached to any of you to make my departure easier.

Kitana: laughs Guess that didn't work out so well, did it?

Shang Tsung: Well, aren't you a fine specimen.

You: Back off you cretin, or you'll see why we are called Gods.

Shang Tsung: I could set you and your partner free from the shackles of being weapons for your world.

You: And be yours instead? I'd rather serve the Seraphims.

Shang Tsung: We could have been such a powerful couple, you and I.

You: I already have a stronger and better suitor, sorcerer.

You: You are worse than the demons back at home...

Shang Tsung: Oh~ feeling feisty now are we?

You: You are playing with forces beyond your power, sorcerer.

Shang Tsung: Then let's play~

You: You look horrible. Did you finally meet him?

Shang Tsung: Tch, how you two have such power for mere humans is beyond my comprehension.

[eldritch-spouse]

MOTHER PINNIE PLEASE KALYMIR WITH HIS VILTRUMITE WIFE !! 🙏🏽🙏🏽 so if you dont know or have little idea,, viltrumites are from the series Invincible and theyre practically indestructible (super strength, super speed, increased durability, flight, lengthened lifespan, heightened senses, yada yada yada) and born and raised as warriors to conquer worlds for their empire so imagine reader is coming to begin her mission to take over earth into their rule and she runs into kalymir currently raiding and boom they fight cuz shes as bloodthirsty and war hungry as kaly is and seeing him just makes her all riled up and blah blah heavy HEAVY sexual tension cuz the war stuff is hot and yeah thank you 🥯

[I haven't seen Invincible, so I'm purely relying on what you're saying here and will default to "unknown supernatural humanoid".]

Your journey into conquering Earth brings you first, not to the world itself, the "surface", but one of its annexes. The most chaotic one, Perdition. It makes sense to remove the pesky dimensions orbiting said planet like a shield, doesn't it?

Hell cowers beneath your feet wherever you go, dominating everyone in your way no matter the rank. Hell's weaponry is worthless against you, Icons either fold or die by your merciless hands. Kalymir has been watching this happen with bated breath, the more area you conquer and slaughter, the more he waits with bated breath, preparing, maddeningly infatuated without even realizing.

You're the biggest challenge to ever grace this side of the cosmos in his eyes. Simultaneously the most glorious kill of his life but probably also the one person he'd tolerate by his side. Kalymir is somewhat conflicted when you finally enter the grounds of Wrath, but he does draw his blades, his double-scythe, puffing and roaring at the top of his infernal lungs in a challenge you meet head on.

Your battle is the longest out of all the Icons'. Not just because Kalymir keeps eagerly giving everything he's got, but because the two of you function on the same wavelength of ecstatic fury, shifting strategies and always attempting to one-up the other. It's as if both of you are peacocking.

You've managed to draw blood from Kalymir, to break parts of him, something that hasn't happened in too long. And the King is just as easily ready to knock the superhuman teeth out of you, hard and excited as he takes any weakened pause to lick the ensuing Ichor.

There comes a point where everyone realizes both of you are decidedly avoiding fatal blows to each other. Bizarrely, you have the same idea- To keep the other as a war pet. A trophy.

Both of you think you can dominate the other, the only being entertaining and challenging enough to award the position of prized lap dog.

Vicious battle becomes furious fucking.

You bite ravenously at Kalymir's throat, clawing his back to shreds, and the demonlord laughs through the pain, flooding your cunt.

As far as the citizens of Wrath are concerned, this is a tremendous win! The King found a mate that matches his strength, and the other Rings are vulnerable to occupation.

[marz-barzz]

I made a non character specific fanfic for the sillies

No tws for this

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"I missed you." He rasped, eyes heavy and swirling with a sort of desperate look that pleaded for you to hold him, begging to remedy all the sorrows, all the pain, all the tears shed in a horrible past long to be forgotten.

"I missed you too.." You murmured, his strong palms cupped your cheeks with such tender affection and sweet care, his crooked and misshapen nose brushing against yours. Bringing his palm to your lips, loving and gentle hands cupping the back of his large and firm ones. 

He felt perfect, you made him feel so perfect, so appreciated, so wanted, so... loved. In his eyes, you were the deity that loved him and him alone, no one earned your attention like him, no one worshiped you like him, no one laid down their devotion, their affection, and adoration for you like him. You made him feel like a human, and he wanted to thank you for that in the only way he could, the only words he knew how to convey his gratitude.

"I missed you so much..." an exasperated whisper left his chapped lips like it was a horrible secret that only you were allowed to know, kissing your lips so sweetly, so carefully, and downright lovingly, so gentle and sweet.

His love could've given you cavities, like a candied apple covered in sticky caramel and or a rich chocolate candy in a heart-shaped valentine's box.

He Pulled away with a small smack of puckered lips, eyes fluttering open to meet yours with the same love and adoration as you did, like a love-sick puppy, all for you and you alone. 

"Welcome back home." You smile, pulling him in for another kiss “I missed you.”

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[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?

[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

[ufostaysfalling]

Bare fucking bones out here

Where the fuck is everyone??

[wxnheart]

would you believe me if I said I'm in love? baby, I want you to want me...

He could be vulnerable for you.

He could say 'fuck it' and lay his soul bare.

He could be everything for you and more; he could be the man you can depend on, the man who'll spoil you rotten, wipe away your tears, and love on you so damn much it's absolutely suffocating.

He could be that man, everything for you and more, but... he's afraid.

Afraid of it all—he's such a coward. Afraid of how deep his love for you goes. Afraid of rejection. Afraid of heartbreak. Afraid of laying his soul bare and you see all the cracks in his broken heart that's been haphazardly pieced together and... FUCK!—

But most importantly, he's afraid of hurting you. Afraid. So damn afraid.

God, he's such a fucking coward.

He could be vulnerable for you.

He could say 'fuck it' and lay his soul bare.

He could be everything for you and more and—

Fuck that.

He wants to be everything for you, everything and more, but...

Baby...

Would you want him?

[vladr2566]

Doom head cannon from me TikTok

[nsmn2s]