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all seriousness though this is just where i post whatever i feel like writing. trying to get out of my shell and i'm using this as a way for that, apologies if the writing is subpar. i like a lot of things but i'm currently super into deadlock, mostly doorman but i'm fond of all the characters. unsure if I can properly capture their characters well in my writing though.
won't write: non-con, anything with minors, age-play, emetophilia, scat
I could write cnc but there will always have to be some sort of aftercare because if not I'll get uncomfortable, sorry. Not writing about minors is clear cut and so are the others.
While Apollo and Graves are "technically" legal adults since they are both 18. They are in high school; I will not write for them.
I'm probably forgetting some things I won't write but for now these are the limits. Thank you for reading :]
What do you think it would be like to be in a relationship with the drifter? Sfw and maybe nsfw?
Oooo this is a bit hard. Also my first time writing for drifter so i sincerely apologize if he's ooc.
Sfw and Nsfw relationship hcs for Drifter!
CW: Blood, Mentions of Period Sex, Gore (not of you shockingly)
SFW
- First of all do not expect him to settle down. Like I'm sure this a given but I mean. He'll kinda just be gone for like 6 months then come back at the dead of night knocking on your window with that dumbass grin of his.
- He loves freaking you out, its kind of his whole gimmick. For someone so brutal he at least had a good sense of humor, well, it was funny to him at least. He's also surprisingly knowledgeable, but if you ever ask him to expand on something he'll probably just respond with a "Nah, I'm good."
- Anyways your "dates" would consist of him randomly appearing in your house and then proceeding to make himself at home. Didn't really matter if you were busy or not he was essentially like a massive house cat. You could be dead asleep and then hear something sifting through your fridge, after the 5th time it happens you just grow used to it. He doesn't actually take you on dates because. Well. He's the drifter. You might be able to go to some seedy bar and get a couple cheap drinks with him though.
- You will be suffocating in his grasp when you two sleep by the way. There's not a chance in hell he's giving you any way to worm out of his grasp, so you'll be stuck with him curled around you until he wants to get up.
- If you live away from the city and still get your food "naturally", he'll happily hunt for you and get you whatever animal you're thinking of cooking tonight. Will come back occasionally with a dismembered limb or some human organ and tease you about it much to your dismay.
- "What's the matter cher? A lil' extra protein ain't hurt nobody."
- His love for you is akin to the love you'd feel towards a pet. Not in a weird sexual way but as in; he knows you'll die before him/how short a human's life is so there's really no point in getting too attached to you. When you die he'll probably get that weird feeling you get when you accidentally swallow an air bubble then it gets stuck and slowly and uncomfortably travels down your throat. Not exactly sad, but he definitely isn't pleased either. He'll be thinking about you when he's ripping apart some poor sap, maybe seeing your eye color reflected in theirs, seeing similar blemishes on them, etc.
fake ass idgafer i saw you giving a fuck
NSFW
- Mating press is his fav position. I'm not taking any criticism.
- Easy access to your neck, gets to be deep as hell in you AND it's perfect to keep you from squirming or running away.
- If you don't like it, doggy style is his second fav imo. Again, easy access to your neck, easy to keep you down, its easier to drag you back against him too.
- Loves anything to do with cum. Likes using his hands to hold your head tight against his pelvis as he fucks his cum down your throat. He can settle with marking your face too but that's a bit of a waste isn't it? And if you have a pussy don't worry about getting pregnant because he shoots blanks, you can be filled to your hearts content!
- Blood kink but are we surprised. Loves leaving scratches on you, those claws weren't just for show! He teeters on the edge of any of his cuts being actually harmful, he might trace around an artery with his claws but he won't touch it (for now). If you have a uterus then period sex is a given too, you don't even have to ask him to eat you out he's already hauling you towards the nearest flat surface.
- Bites you and marks you wherever the hell he wants even if it's inconvenient to you. You'll end up looking like you got mauled by a bear by the end of the night. Fucking you while he feeds on you is one of the main reasons he loves you so much!
- He WILL take you in semi public places if you give him the okay. He's damn good at sneaking around in the shadows so what's wrong with sharing a quick fuck with his lover in the back of a dingy alleyway right behind a busy street? His hands are always big enough to cover your mouth anyways, not that he really cares about being caught though.
- Doesn't really do aftercare, he'll take a bath with you if you insist but he prefers to either get up and leave or to bask in your combined post coital bliss. It's a rare moment of "vulnerability" for him when he does cuddle with you; so don't get overly sappy with him afterwards or he'll get grumbly and maybe stick his nails a little too deep into your skin.
- Suggestive but not entirely nsfw, I'll put it here: Likes taking bathes/showers with you whenever he does randomly visit. Doesn't care much about the hygiene aspect he just likes to be able to feel you up and how your blood flows and heart slows as you relax under the warm water with him.
You accidentally take a peek at your lover's true form.
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Doorman x Reader
Inspo here
Word Count: 1,976
CW: Gore & Cosmic horror
"Dear?"
No response.
"Darling?"
No response.
"Doorman?" A heavy sigh falls off your lips as you leave the lobby, bounding up the grand staircase; it was unusually quiet, unusually empty. Which room had he told you to go to again? Seventeen? Thirteen? You couldn't remember, and you certainly couldn't be bothered to go back downstairs and ask the receptionist which room he booked out for you.
… Not to mention you're unsure if you can even go back now.
You knew well that this hotel didn't adhere to this plane's rules. Ever expanding and non-euclidean. Halls that spanned forevermore and rooms personally catered to your each and every need... Yes, that was The Baroness, all thanks to the help of your beloved. You knew your darling was in the middle of "renovating", so perhaps that explained how you had become lost in this labyrinth.
Alas, you didn't worry. You knew he had a door straight back to home for when he found you, this wasn't the first time this had happened after all. It was simply a byproduct of his power, it was prone to accidents and you couldn't blame him for that. Even gods could make mistakes after all, right?
Although even with that said, he was always quick to find you, so this too was an oddity.
The Baroness was almost like a second shell to him. If you listened to the walls close enough you could hear a faint heartbeat and if you pressed your ear to the floorboards you would be met with the distant sound of something breathing. It was horrifying at first of course, but you had grown used to it. It gave you a sense of comfort while you waited for him to lead you out of this empty pocket dimension. But you couldn't exactly keep your face pressed against the wall while you walked could you?
Unfortunately it simply wasn't possible to search each and every room for him. The rooms swapped and entangled every other minute or so, like a child playing with blocks, always attempting to find the perfect spot and shape to fit. Even if you did open a door if you closed it a new one would be in it's spot. So all you could really do was walk down this hall.
You don't know if it was left or right, north or south but you walked, and walked. The doors were all the same, mahogany with brass knobs, the ever familiar infinity sign dizzying your eyes with each passing glance you gave it. The sound of your shoes stepping against the woolen carpet beneath was muddying your sense of hearing, monotonous and blending into the silence.
How long had you been walking now? Fifteen minutes? Thirty minutes? It didn't feel awfully long yet your ankles and knees were already beginning to groan in protest with every step you took. As if the very building was sapping your energy to sustain it's unending shuffle.
A little break wouldn't hurt, the only issue was that The Doorman had specifically told you to keep moving forward when you were in this realm. Why? He never explained (that bastard), he merely waved you off and told you not to worry your little head over it. He must have assumed you wouldn't have ever been left alone this long, he wasn't careless, it would be a crime to even think that…
So… Where was he?
After another ten minutes (Twenty? Forty?), you give up. Slumping to the carpet below and leaning against the wall with your arms wrapped around your knees. Taking a momentary break for your faltering muscles and weary mind.
As you zoned out, ruminating with your restless thoughts, you realized something. You could hear a heart beat, yet your ear wasn't pressed against the wall. It sounded like it was coming from in front of you? To the door to your right? No, it was a bit further than that, but you could definitely tell it wasn't your own heart beat.
Stubborn and determined to figure out where the noise was coming from, you stand back up. Taking your time walking now as to not irritate your still sore tendons.
This walk wasn't nearly as long as your last one, you could actually tell the time it took to get to where the sound was loudest. It was only about three minutes, the noise had led to a door that looked like any other however. But something in you stirred as your hand hovered over the knob.
Some sort of hesitation, a primal fear of sorts, something akin to the uncanny valley. Your skin was clammy, the hairs on the back of your neck sticking up as if some animalistic part of you was trying to ward off whatever possible threat there may be.
But the heart beat was loudest here, why, you could hear this heart beat louder than your own. You were in The Baroness. You were safe. You knew you were safe. You had to be. The Doorman had been nothing but loving towards you, gentlemanly and caring of your every need.
So it wouldn't hurt to satiate your curiosity just this once, right?
You turn the knob, opening the door.
It's dark.
Incredibly dark.
There isn't a floor. Or a ceiling. Or walls. Actually, you weren't even sure there was a door anymore. You wanted to look down and see the carpet beneath you but you could already tell there was nothing there either.
You try to speak.
Nothing
You try to feel.
Nothing.
You try to hear.
Nothing.
You try to blink.
…
That's when you see it. The faintest glimmer of blue sparking to life in front of you. Such a small light yet the warmth it gave felt like it could melt your skin right off. It was a blue you hadn't seen before, it hurt to look at yet you couldn't keep your gaze away.
You watch as it blooms into infinite spirals, unnatural shapes and colors filling your vision. Geometrical possibilities that weren't meant for human consumption making your retinas burn and tear, your head pounding and screaming at you to close your eyes even if it was to no avail. It was the brightest light you had ever seen, yet you still felt completely in the dark.
And you realize what it is.
Who it is.
Once you understand, the pain fades. It was all encompassing. All seeing. All loving. You begin to cry out of joy at the sight and feeling of… Something curling around you. The searing heat comforting even as you felt your skin begin to peel and melt away with each passing millisecond. It feels like eons that you stare at him. Even as red runs down your face mixing with your tears and dripping into your throat, even as you feel your organs collapse and your veins burst, you still feel happy. Content. Your poor human brain could only stare in tender awe at the swirling mass of what you assumed to be space in front of you. It was grander than the Statue of Liberty. Grander than America itself. Grander than Earth itself.
And yet, it held you. As delicately as its nuclear energy would allow it. Even as you felt the skin of your face slip off, you could only look on in pure unadulterated awe. So this was your lover. This was your darling. In all his beautiful glory. Even if he didn't have a face you could recognize, you knew that it could only be him.
And you're happy. You're fine dying here in his hand. In the cusp of something greater than you ever will be, something greater than this planet or plane could ever be.
Your vision is fading. Your eyeballs are melting into putty. A soft hum is lulling you to sleep. Maybe it's just your body giving up, maybe it's just your brain giving out its final cry inside your conscience, but what did it matter? You were comfortable. And all you wanted to do was sleep, safe in the grasp of… Well, whatever The Doorman really was.
So you do. You let your mangled body rest. Your lungs giving one last wheeze, your heart pumping giving it's final beat… And then finally, finally you let yourself slip into eternal bliss.
…
….
…..
Your mouth is dry.
Your body feels like it was run over numerous times.
“Dear?”
You open your eyes, squinting at the soft light from the lamp beside you. Bright blue eyes and ginger hair are the first thing you notice, then the smell of soup and tea, then the feeling of egyptian cotton sheets wrapped around you like a cocoon.
“Good evening darling. You gave me quite the scare you know?”
Your weary and sleep filled eyes look up to the unusually chipper bellboy. His lips curled into a grin far too sharp for your liking, one he had when he was up to something he shouldn't be.
You try to talk but only manage a sigh. Your mind weirdly blank as you attempt to recollect how and why you were in this bed sleeping. But nothing comes up. Gods you feel like shit, you don't even want to think about it.
“You collapsed in the hallway earlier with a fever. Why, you gave a few guests a good scare.”
That answered your question. But that still didn't sound right, something was missing wasn't it?
But your wandering mind is quickly set in place back to the present as he gives you a soft peck on the forehead. Brushing your hair out of your face and caressing your cheek with a gloved hand.
“You're overworking yourself again aren't you darling? Tut tut, I told you this would happen, you're not like me you silly little thing. When will you simply allow me to pamper you like you deserve? The Baroness is free of charge to you.”
He helps you sit up, your skin felt awfully sensitive. Just having your clothes brush against you felt like tiny little needles prickling at you as if you had some sort of invisible sunburn all over your body.
“Not like you can do much with a cold now though. I'm afraid you'll be in my care until you get better.”
You roll your eyes, already feeling that damn smug aura of his at being able to keep you here for a whole week. Grabbing your cup of tea, you go to drink but immediately become uncomfortable as it goes down your esophagus.
It wasn't too hot, actually it was a perfect temperature, but it felt alien. Like your stomach wasn't your own and your throat was adjusting to something new. But that would be silly. You can't just up and grow fresh new organs like that, not like you even lost them in the first place. You must have just been antsy you eventually decide on. Merely a product of anxiety was all it was.
After forcing yourself to take a few sips of your tea, you make idle chatter with him. Eventually forgetting about the sensations in your body, acclimating and relaxing as easy as ever.
But when he gets up to leave and you get up to go to the bathroom, it isn't until then that you notice something. His eyes letting on that he knew something you didn't as he followed your every movement. Those blue orbs far too giddy for someone like him.
Was your heart shaped freckle always on your left arm?
You distinctively remember that freckle being near your ankle, your mother and you would always joke about it being a little good luck charm since you were a baby…
Your heart lets out a heavy thump on the right side of your chest.
Doorman as a father headcanons. Extremely short and meant to not be taken seriously.
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CW: doorman being a shit father. do not let this thing have any sort of spawn.
"What."
No, seriously, he specifically crafted his human vessel to be infertile how did this get here.
He's holding it away from him with a disgusted look, it's mere presence offending him. why was it round. why was it smiling at him. WHY did it have a single dumb strand of ginger hair on the top of it's head.
It certainly wasn't a celestial being like him that was for sure. It was definitely human so why did it just kind of... Pop into existence?
You very clearly had never been pregnant nor had any intention of being pregnant, so how was it here?
It didn't even contain any power (that he could sense anyway) so it wasn't like he could assimilate with it or anything, it was useless to him.
Unfortunately you already seem attached to it so he keeps himself from simply snapping his fingers and ridding it from existence.
Did all human babies look this stupid? With their gummy grin and bright eyes and fat little cheeks...
For now he didn't have much interest in it honestly. He was more concerned of how it came to be and how to make sure this wouldn't happen again. His duties at The Baroness are far more important than some chubby little ball of flesh.
He does eventually find himself stroking it's cheek with one finger while you're momentarily busy readying it's bottle. Even with his face in a mild scowl, the soft coo it let's out makes some infinitesimally small part of him soften. Probably just a reaction from his vessel.
He also isn't sure if he feels jealousy or what when he watches you tend to it. Beings like him required no such care when they were "born", so the incessant fussing and worrying over it was alien to him. Patrons had no need for parental love or anything like that, they simply existed and that was that. How did humans survive this long?
At the very least, he's good at keeping its room tidy. Providing for it is easy as well, money, clothing and food was trivial. But that's as much as he'll do, he's still off put by it's existence.
And he still loves you (in his own... weird... way), he just... Isn't sure what to do with this. Why couldn't you just put it up for adoption or something?
Even as it took it's first steps, spoke it's first words, he still couldn't form a proper opinion on it. He genuinely could not comprehend familial love, let alone human love in general.
But once the child begins showing powers like his... Well, now he was definitely interested.
"Oh my darling child, wouldn't you like to join your father for (insert incomprehensible patron activity)?" "I hate you dad." "Brat."
Doesn't it realize the only reason it's so powerful is because of him? it should be grateful that he hasn't atomized the damn thing yet.
Anyways he will be teaching them about how to torture humans psychologically and physically.
"Do you see this point near the ear? This is where the trigeminal nerve is located, if you give it a little "press" mortals will prefer to kill themselves instead of bearing through the pain." "What if you kept them from killing themself but still messed with that nerve?" "I like the way you think dear :)"
"Now tell them to kill themselves." "You do it" "If you insist... Billy you are-"
Like father like child (unfortunately in this case). They at least have the capacity to feel human emotion and understand humans far better than their father would ever be able to. Definitely ragebaiting their classmates, peers and you.
He's definitely egging them on to be a worse person by the way. The child can feel guilt though unlike him, much to his dismay they don't follow a similar path to his.
tl;dr he is still a selfish bastard who's tiny heart only really has room for you. the kid is tolerable, i guess. maybe he'll grow fond of it over the endless passage of time.
I know you've done nsfw headcanons for doorman already but what do you think his kinks are specifically?
hrmm... good question anon...
NSFW Warning!
Doorman Kink Hcs!
CW: none (?)
- Definitely bondage of some sort, not the super extreme kind just some ropes around your hands and maybe a spreader bar or something.
- Collars... You can make him wear one or you can wear one he's fine either way. He likes the idea of being owned even if it isn't based in reality. Helps him larp remember he's here to serve and not rule.
- He'd never admit it but forced submission. Specifically towards him, please make his vessel a writhing sobbing mess, he needs it after dealing with insufferable guests.
- Overstimulation cuz he likes seeing how far he can push this mortal coil of his. Or how far he can push yours if you're up for it.
- Edging because like. Have you heard him. He is absolutely torturing you for hours on end because he feels like it and he thinks you're cute when you're whining for his attention.
- Oh you're close? Sorry the guest in room 203 just requested a fresh kettle of tea gotta go bye!
-You kind of have to tell him when it gets to be too much or too long because he would keep going for an inhuman amount of time.
- Free use... Groping him while he's trying to do his job... Bending him over and leaving him a mess in the loungeroom... You're lucky he was about to switch out of these clothes anyways.
- Cock worship 🤤🤤🤤
- Just anything relating to worshipping him in some sort of sense. Being treated so reverently and lovingly always helps stroke his ego. Probably makes him cum the fastest.
- He enjoys lingerie, both wearing it and seeing it on someone else. Never one to rip it off, he's always delicately peeling every lace and thread off with fine precision. This must be how humans feel unwrapping christmas presents!
- Degradation but in a pitiful way towards you. He is better than you and he will make sure you know that even if he's bottoming or being submissive.
- "Rutting against me like a mutt... I thought you had better manners than this... Oh but you poor thing, I suppose you can't help it can you?"
One more that isn't technically a kink but I wanted to include it
- Lowkey sitting in the invisible cuck throne, like he's just kinda watching guests at the Baroness get at it like "huh, that's neat :)". I don't think he gets turned on by it he literally just watches people do it like he's watching a nature documentary.
I’ve seen some do this before and I had this drawing in the backlog for a while now, so I finally decided to finish it. My own Patron Doorman idea, aka me just making up shiz as I go-
