So how are we all feeling after the new DOOM: The Dark Ages Revelations trailer dropped?
I absolutely appreciate the beard, chest hair, and tits out style.
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So how are we all feeling after the new DOOM: The Dark Ages Revelations trailer dropped?
I absolutely appreciate the beard, chest hair, and tits out style.
doom guy and his pets
Doom Guy/Slayer x gnReader
It’s 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.
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 hell’s legions, like a bloodhound with an unquenchable thirst. As far as you're aware Doom Guy doesn't technically need sleep.
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 you’ve started sleeping in the bed he never used, you've noticed him quietly following along. As in, he’d try, and fail- to sneak into bed with you. It’d 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. You’d 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 you’d 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. You’re 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.
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.
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.
You’ve 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 you’d 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 you’d wake to find that breathing is harder and you're overheating. Blinking away the sleep you’d 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 you’re a life-sized teddy bear for this giant furnace of a man. You’d 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, you’d 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?
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- he’s 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.
The post that inspired this-
💬 7 🔁 29 ❤️ 86 · Okay guyse, chat, my fellow Doomguy selfshippers [my Doomfies so to speak] Look at this image Do y'all see the vision