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

Something like Suicide (Male Version)

Man, you really wanted those pancakes again.

Half way through the air, you shoved the load of armor away from your chest, letting it crash into the stone walkway.

A stone walkway that you were certainly not making it to, because from your trajectory and the sheer amount of physics problems that you had to do in order to pass that class years ago, you instinctively knew that your jump would land you face-first into the crumpled edge of the walkway, you would be lucky if you left a pretty corpse in the ether of space.

"Awww shi-" the edge of the walkway impacted the ridge of your skull, and all at once you were stopping; you were crumpling, crunching, and rebounding like one of those basketball players you never bothered to learn the names of.

The impact spun your center of gravity back in a careen, you tried to grip onto something, but there was nothing to hold as your momentum tilted you backwards and upside down.

You were sure that it was the end of the line, but as your body rotated and your nose started to burn because 'oh hey', you hit that rock pretty hard; a vice locked around your ankle, causing you to swing backwards and slamming your spine into the side of the broken walkway.

You were left dangling upside down by a single hold around your foot.

You gasped, the world spinning under you as you gently swayed back and forth.

The earth was below you, and nothing but the emptiness of space was at our swaying fingertips.

"Oh shit! Oh fucking shit!" You looked above you, not surprised to see the slayer holding onto one of your ankles.

Unlike the previous time that you had been dangling off of the building, this time you were terrified, eyes so wide they were practically rolling in your head.

You had thought it was over for you.

He was still wearing his helmet, but fuck if you cared, he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your entire life.

"I-I almost died, I-"

He hauled you upwards, pulling you onto the walkway and under one of his massive arms, tucking your face into his side like a reassurance that with him there, nothing could hurt you.

You let it happen, the tightness in your chest so constrictive you felt almost unable to breathe.

You started to shake, so much adrenaline rushed through you that every ounce of muscle in your body was tensed to the point of vibrating.

You were ashamed to admit that you gasped into his neck like a child woken from a nightmare.

There was no real shame though, none of the familiar rush of self hatred that came with the expression of weakness.

You supposed that it was alright to be weak when you were faced with the very real possibility of a plummet to your death.

You pulled your head away from him, looking into the void that you nearly plummeted into and unintentionally crawled further into his warm bulk, farther away from the edge of the platform.

You turned back toward the armor set that sat on the stone.

"The-the armor, it should be-"

A hand touched the side of your face, and you looked up into the bloodstained helmet with eyes that suddenly couldn't focus. Your face was wet.

The hand tightened, fingers slipping into your hair and taking a tangled fist of it, sloppy and ungraceful.

He held you still; forcefully bracing your head as his other hand ripped off his helmet.