Rip and Tear (Into my A**):(Doomguy X reader)

Semi-Permanent Headache (Male)

"Uh..."

The slayer did not look so good.

Last time he had been covered in blood, but now his armor was literally steaming and at least some of that blood belonged to him.

Fuck.

"Oh shit." You stood from behind the desk, unsure if it was safe to approach him (you had already found out that surprising him was never a good idea).

"Are you alright?" His eyes seemed to find you from behind the helmet, and he was approaching you with something like a mission in his steps.

Oh shit? Was it about to go down? You hoped he took pictures to show that smug bastard Hayden that he had made you into a mess on his old desk.

That did not happen, instead, a huge sound rang through the room as the Slayer dropped a massive gun on the surface of the desk.

"Is that-is that the core of the BFG 10,000? You TORE OUT the core to the BFG 10,000!" Did he have any idea how dangerous that was? Did he have any idea what destabilizing effects-

"And it's beeping, OKAY!" your hands started working ahead of your mind, tearing off the overheated metal to reach the failed cooling systems.

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Okay, the gun wasn't going to blow up. It was going to be fine, and it was not going to blow up.

"You are a fucking CRAZY MAN!"

Now that you weren't going to die, you were pissed .

"You RIPPED out a gun core, CARRIED it through who knows what, and USED it like a FUCKING HANDHELD!"

Gosh you shouldn't have been yelling, you knew you shouldn't have been yelling...but he had almost died.

"That gun was five minuets from blowing up! You can't kill demons if you are DEAD!" your chest was heaving, and he was walking toward you without the normal hesitation that he moved with when he was around you.

But you weren't done.

"You are a RECKLESS, STUBBORN, CRAZY MAN!" He was close enough for you to touch him. "And if you EVER, do ANYTHING like that again I swear to whoever is listening that I-mmmmh!"

It happened in a moment, one second you were screaming up at him and the next you were tasting his tongue.

He had ripped his helmet off and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you upwards into his body so that he could smash his lips into yours and effectively shut you up.

He was completely consuming you in the kiss, hitching you higher until you wrapped your legs around his hips and sliding a hand onto the side of your face to get a better angle.

You let him, sliding a hand into his soft hair and letting your eyes slip shut as he proceeded to guide your back down onto the desk, hands clenching at your thighs.

He pulled away and left you with a flushed face and kiss-swollen lips, staring up at him with pure disbelief.

"Wow." your fingers trailed over his face, over the scars and stubble and roughness. The most notable thing though, was the pair of brilliant green eyes underneath his heavy brows. "How the fuck are your eyes so green?"

He smiled, and something worrying squirmed through your gut.

He had a chip in his tooth, a cut on his lip, and that grin was downright rakish.

You were just fuck buddies with the man.

Oh but you were in so much trouble.

His thumb ran a circle around your tempe, gently rubbing away the stress that had been gathering in your brow.