#doomslayer x reader

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜/𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥/𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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