The Doorman x Reader
SFW and NSFW headcanons for The Doorman
a/n: college beating my ass so i haven't been posting. anyways have a headcanon post okay?
SFW
Transportation won't be a problem with him around. If you ask nicely, The Doorman would happily help you get to your destination. Be it your workplace, the store, or your home. He always winks and brings his finger up to his lips whenever he does so. You'd laugh and mimic the motion of a zipper closing on your lips.
You try to get him to try out the little things in life. Getting him to try out your favorite foods and when he tells you what he likes and dislikes, you take note of it in your head and get him similar foods to the ones he enjoys.
You also get him physical gifts, mostly flowers, and The Doorman would store them away in his pocket dimension. It makes the space less scary, you think.
Due to The Doorman refusing to give himself any time off, you find yourself visiting The Baroness very often. Even the other employees recognize you and there are some you even consider a friend.
The days when you do book a room in The Baroness, the one that tends to you would always be The Doorman. You ask and secretly tease him about it, but all he does is smile and tell you he does it to every guest in the hotel. He can't be having favorites now.
He's very new in the 'boyfriend' department and it's endearing to watch such a powerful being be confused and awkward whenever you two are alone in the break room. (They allow you in somehow!)
He would always be watching over you, of course. In the early days it was unnerving, you couldn’t shake off the feeling of someone watching you. But after setting some boundaries, it was easier to differentiate when your partner is checking up on you or when something more sinister is at play.
You'd have stronger resistance to others playing with your mind. Like a vampire's glamour or a mermaid's song. Gods above, spare them for even thinking of trying to manipulate you!
NSFW
Let's get it out of the way, I personally think that he can have anything he wants. He can have nothing, or a cock, or a pussy, or both. He's free to mold his human vessel, I'd say.
He never really needed to fuck before, but I wouldn't say he's completely clueless. His whole thing is that he likes to observe humanity. Not saying that he's a voyeuristic pervert, but he knows a thing or two.
Doesn't really have a sex drive, but if the hotel isn't busy and you ask him for a bit of his time, he wouldn't say no.
He's more giving than receiving. He wants to see what makes you twitch and tick. What you like and what you dislike. The first time he was a bit sloppy but after your guidance, he's a natural and fast learner.
He's good with his hands. His fingers reach the spot inside you that makes your vision blur/his slender hand feels nice wrapped around your cock. He can probably coax a good release or two from you just with his hands.
Worship kink. Both ways. If you play more into that powerplay, it'd make him go a bit crazy. And he enjoys telling you exactly what he loves about you.
He likes to tease. Making you lose your back arch in pleasure before taking that high away from you. If you start crying from pleasure and his edging, it'll spur him on to do it again. But he can tell when the tears are from displeasure and he knows when to stop and give you your release.
He's open to try out anything you want. In my opinion, his favorites are roleplay, hunter/prey, hypnosis, and... portal sex.
The best aftercare. Are you kidding? Look at him. The Doorman cleans you, gets you water, and even gives you a massage. He talks to you through all of it, quietly. But if you're overwhelmed, he's content with just taking care of you in silence until you replenish your energy.
+18｜qifrey forgot to give you aftercare... or did he?
you knew he was gentle by default, a witch who built his entire existence around caretaking his apprentices. perceiving his magnitude as a teacher, you’d fully expected him to brush your hair out of your eyes, kiss your forehead, and pour you a cup of water when it was over.
but instead, he just completely slumped against you, dead weight against your chest, dozing out the exact second he finished without a single word of aftercare or praise.
possessing a kind nature and an otherwise gentle disposition, it was plain that his dedication to the task would be absolute. he’d been so incredibly turned on by the mere sight of your bare body that it became impossible to hide the desperation he had kept locked away for years—in the deepest, coldest part of his heart. his pale, ink-stained hands were trembling as he parted your thighs, one arm locked firmly around your lower back while his hips rutted into you in a hasty, poorly coordinated rhythm that had you scrambling to clutch onto the mattress.
"l-love, am i doing it correct?" he’d pointed out, face buried firmly into the crook of your neck, his lips caressing your skin in messy smooches each time he slammed his pelvis against yours. his cock was throbbing inside, growing impossibly thicker as if it wasn't already big enough. “i-i never imagined it would feel like this...”
it was, to put it simply, violent when his apex hit. his spine arched, muscles locking into rigid stone as he came inside you. the force of it made him choke on the last breath he had, eyes rolling back in his skull with pure bliss. surge after surge of puffy liquid filled your womb until he was shooting blanks. yet, even then, his body still refused to soften, choosing instead to pour everything inside until you were full to the brim.
and then, nothing. just the heavy drop of his body flattening you into the mattress.
well—initially, you thought he was just worn out after everything that happened after hearing him letting out those flimsy huffs and puffs against your collarbone. but as the seconds ticked by, his limbs remained lax, lacking the usual soft twitch of someone drifting into a normal sleep. you tried to shift your hips beneath him, the ridiculously over-the-top-amount hotness of his overindulgence trickling down between your thighs.
and qifrey didn't groan or try to pull you closer like you expected him to do. instead, his hands were still sprawled awkwardly on the sheets, those long, slender fingers you adored staying fully unresponsive, no matter what. you suspected he might have pushed his own limits a little too far, his body overexerting itself just to empty himself into your womb.
“qifrey?” you whispered, placing a hand on his lean back, waiting for that familiar, reassuring hum. but for whatever reason, it didn't come. you pushed yourself up on one weak elbow, using your other hand to gently cup his jaw, tilting his face away from your neck. his blue eyes were half-lidded but empty, staring right through you without a single flicker of recognition. when you experimentally lifted his hand, his wrist stayed completely limp, dropping straight back like a broken doll's the moment you let go. he was just a vacant shell pinned on top of you, oblivious to the world around him.
awareness hit you, as you realized he hadn't just fallen asleep. as a consequence of the intensity of his arousal, he actually—
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