Dumb little hypothetical, so in the modern Doom games there's the toy collectables, right? Little toys of the Slayer himself, Serrat, and enemies you fight throughout the games. Not really explained how or why they are there yet Slayer interacts with them and even has them displayed in his room in Eternal. But they're all based on like real things and people in his world and he collects them.
So... does that mean you the Reader (or self insert character) also get one? What circumstance or puzzle does he have to solve to get yours? Once he brings it home does he set yours next to his? Does he make the toy versions of you two kiss? Like barbies? Does he get super embarrassed and tries to hide them once when you catch him doing so?
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"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
Alright, as we all know, he doesnât 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 itâs almost like talking to one too, but that doesnât mean he isnât 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. Itâs 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? Heâs 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 heâs out slaying doesnât mean heâll let you every single time. Itâs very possible he will stick you somewhere if youâre adamant enough to follow him. Heâll come back for you, donât worry.
Big ol protector, is one of the things heâs being great at in a gore-like way. Donât expect him to be all pristine after tearing all those demons apart either. That is his job, donât disintegrate it for he is really good at it, and well⌠I donât 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 possibilitiesâŚ)
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. Itâs 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, heâs focused on his task, but whoâs to say that a brain doesnât 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 wouldnât put it below a demon to do soâŚ
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, itâs 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 heâs teaching you of. It never fails to have you a bit⌠dazed in your training, and perhaps⌠underneath him.
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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. Itâs usually not good to rush unless experienced with your partners body. Also, heâs 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. Heâs more hands on than all talkative, but he wonât 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 doesnât mind if you do the same. It will surprise him at first, but heâs 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, heâs 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 itâs 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 wouldnât expect that of you, but he certainly isnât 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 canât fuck each other, but you two can tease one another. Itâs mostly you teasing, but once he does it? Itâs 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 isnât, 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 isnât that much keen on that one as he doesnât like to imagine on hurting his partner, but he does obey your cries for more. For him to go âr-rougher!â 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. Youâre lucky however, that he cares for you afterwards with love.
Itâs moments like these you thoroughly enjoy. You're in a comfortable bed, the room is dark, there are no responsibilities that need tending to, nice and comfy. Just you, a comfy bed, and Doom Guy. Yeah- you're still not entirely sure how this happened- but it did.Â
When you first entered and became part of his life, you wondered why he even had a bed in the Doom Fortress. It seemed before that the bed was rarely touched; you were very tempted to check the bed for dust, you didn't. You did- however- run your finger across the dust on the headboard.
The man never seemed to sleep, he always seemed to be on the hunt. Ripping and tearing his way through hellâs legions, like a bloodhound with an unquenchable thirst. As far as you're aware Doom Guy doesn't technically need sleep.Â
As for you, in the last few weeks, you've been growing more comfortable here in the Fortress. This place has started to feel like home, comfortable in ways only home can offer. Where you can be yourself unapologetically. It lets your mind be at ease, relaxed to the point where you have started to sleep in the untouched bed.
But ever since youâve started sleeping in the bed he never used, you've noticed him quietly following along. As in, heâd try, and fail-Â to sneak into bed with you. Itâd sound like a bass drum walking down the hall to the room, and muffled vibrations through the metal floor could be felt as it got closer. Youâd press your face into the pillow trying to ignore everything, the opening of the door, him entering- then the rustle of clothes as he changed into something more appropriate for resting. Most often just a pair of sweats you bought him, no shirt.
He's a furnace enough on his own.
Your hand massages the wide expanse of his back, every now and then putting more pressure into tense areas of his back, trying to work out the tight knots. Occasionally youâd feel a rough patch of skin where scarring has occurred, deep old scars that you avoid dragging your fingers too hard into. Feeling the dip of his spine inclines you to scratch along the slope of it. His back arches beneath your touch, pushing you deeper into the bed. Youâre attempting to get him to unwind further, to get his muscles to loosen up from slaughtering demons for God knows how long. Your hand wanders absentmindedly up his back, fingertips tracing idle circles along the line of his spine, then up to the hair at his nape.Â
His short brown hair is surprisingly soft. Perhaps you should look into the brand of shampoo he uses, you hope it's not one of those three-in-one shampoos. If it is- then you would have to intervene next time he's about to wash up and actually get him into a proper hygiene routine.
Burying your face into his hair, you take a breath and get the faint smell of eucalyptus- and a bit of mint, you hum into him. He definitely had taken a shower before sneaking into bed.Â
Every night he tries to sneak into bed, slowly, in an attempt to try not to wake you. All after finishing up with whatever task he had taken on for the day. It doesn't work though.Â
Youâve become a light sleeper over time, any shift in the bed would wake you and since he started to sleep in the bed with you, it's nearly impossible to sleep without him. So youâd be slipping in and out of consciousness, up until the point he decides to try sneakily joining you in bed. The attempt does amuse you though.
Although mornings are much different, sometimes youâd wake to find that breathing is harder and you're overheating. Blinking away the sleep youâd look around to find Doom Guy completely lying on top of you. His weight is fully over you, like a weighted blanket, his legs are sprawled all over yours and his arms are tucked firmly against your back. Like youâre a life-sized teddy bear for this giant furnace of a man. Youâd be unable to move out from under him until he wakes and moves himself.
You did try once- with a wheeze, you had tried to sneakily crawl out from under him, only for his arms to tighten around you in a vice grip. Holding you still underneath him. Like someone is trying to steal you away instead of you trying to preserve your body temperature and freedom. Chest to chest, youâd hear a grunt and feel it vibrate deep behind his ribs, which is currently crushing yours.
That escape attempt ended fairly quickly.
Your hand runs through his hair to the back of his nape, playing with the short hairs there. Seriously, why is this man's hair so soft?Â
You'd think wearing a helmet all the time would be cause for some damaged hair, maybe some helmet hair- having it be flat pressed up against all that padding and wires inside- but no. When he took it off- his hair would always be fluffy, not messed up in the slightest, it made you kind of jealous.
You run your fingers through his hair, dragging your fingernails lightly over his scalp, which gets you a shiver. So, you keep doing that.
This bed is nice, where you can lie and rest together. Even if you're not sure if he really sleeps. Being able to feel his warmth and the movement of his chest as he breathes relaxes you, you hope it does the same for him, he needs it.
Moments like this- are far in between with him going out to slay demons and you working.
You move a hand down to his back, continuing to massage the muscles there. You feel the Slayer shift, then a hand travels up behind you, his hand slides up and down your back, returning the gesture. It's soft and appreciated, especially from such a man. Dipping your head down, you plant a soft kiss to the top of his head, and his hair tickles your nose. You love that he feels comfortable enough to be gentle with you, well- heâs naturally gentle with humans. This time with him feels extra special because he chooses to let down his walls and rest with you. Even if he doesn't really need sleep. He pulls you impossibly closer into his chest.
I have noticed something interesting⌠When Flynn is injured at the beginning of the DLC his armor is broken and you can see that he doesnât have any visible hair on his abs, but when he wakes up an unknown period of time later, he has facial hair AND body hair.
Which leads me to the only logical conclusion: Flynn Taggart not only takes the time while not killing demons to trim his hair and shave his face, he straight up manscapes!
â˘starts off slow and gentle, he holds back out of fear of hurting his partner
â˘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 partnerâs 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 ￟￟
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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 đ please let him carry you.
Could you do doom headcanons for a demon reader, that for some reason is too kind? Smiles too much, too gentle, doesn't fight, etc. Just an oddball pacifist demon in the gorefest that is the Doom universe.
Either x the slayer himself, or your favorite demon.
Oh yippee first doom request! I'll write the Slayer himself
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In all his years of killing demons, Slayer never thought he'd come across one who somehow didn't lose 100% of their humanity.
But he spots you among the remains of his slain enemies, although you weren't his priority target as a Tyrant was currently backing him into a corner.
He was running out of ammo and options, his chainsaw being useless against the giant.
Much to his surprise, he saw you actually getting rid of the demonic barrier that kept him trapped, but he made a mad dash for the ammo stocks he previously couldn't reach, finishing the Tyrant off for good.
You were lucky not to get sprayed with bullets of lead/energy, although knowing the Slayer..you knew he wasn't going to just say "thank you" and let you go so easily.
Fortunately, you're one of the higher-ranked demons who retained some emotional intelligence, and you tried assuring him that you won't harm him.
Your smile isn't very comforting, but you still mean well.
He spares you, surprisingly, but you're on extremely thin ice.
Plus Samuel wants you alive for "study", as he's never seen a demon who can still feel things like empathy and kindness.
Things only humans with souls could feel.
Clearly something must've gone wrong in the extraction process, as it seems a piece of your soul remained with you, even as a demon.
Regardless, you'll be staying in the Fortress of Doom for the most part, but if the Slayer decides to let you come on a mission, you just help him find secret areas and bring him ammo.
You don't kill any demons yourself--although you do like to instigate infighting between them (and maybe "accidentally" push explosive barrels near them).
It's not much, but it's enough to not raise any suspicions of you being a traitor.
It also assures the Slayer that you're not just standing by idly watching your species destroy the planet.
You still saw Earth as your world, too.
If you do get any cybernetic implants, they're simply for cosmetic reasons (so he doesn't accidentally shoot you mid-mission), although if you have any extra powers, VEGA will ensure that they're all enhanced.
You keep reminding him that you've never killed with them, but he insists they'll be useful to you anyways.
This is just me rambling about my DOOM oc Hare and how Iâbe 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
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, heâs nervous of course being the first batch of test subjects but the researchâs say they have had great successes with testing on other mammals. Hase get settled into his pod and closes his eyes praying heâll 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 canât 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 wouldnât have been an issue if it not for the tight labyrinthine corridors circling around them. Right As he was about to grasp the manâs 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 âthe Hare escaped again.â 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 âan alien structureâ they had just discovered no to long ago. The structure wasnât 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 canât 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 manâs 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. âWhat?â He asks getting face to face with the slayer. âstop staring at me like that.â
