PAIRING : dom!the doorman x sub!gn!reader x dom!drifter (deadlock).
SYNOPSIS : caught between two predators, waiting for them to sink their teeth into you, except the tearing of your flesh never came. instead, you’re bent over forward, the doorman’s cock slipped past your lips while drifter was stuffed in your other hole. perhaps this was mercy.
TAGS : 3.9k+ words, smut, dubious consent to enthusiastic consent, pet names (my dear, darling, sugar, lovely, good girl/boy, slut), praise mixed with degradation, begging, spitroast, threesome, blood (from scratches), penetration sex (reader receiving), blowjob (character receiving), semi-public sex, exhibitonism, quickie, slight power play, hickies + lovebites, spanking, scent kink, handjob, creampie, throatpie, crying, slight mind break?? cum-eating, standing sex, aftercare.
NOTES : | 9/23/25 | i love these two so much. i like the doorman a bit more and maybe that’s obvious in this fic, BUT i do have a drifter smut fic idea so don’t worry y’all! it probably won’t be my next fic since it’s still only a small idea, but i’m definitely very inspired because spooky season is coming soon! but i hope y’all enjoy the fic! bc i’ve never written a threesome before lolol. also i need more ppl to party with in deadlock :3.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ Your back presses up against the wall, your breath coming out in ragged gasps as you hug your [weapon] close to your chest, curling your body to be as small as possible. All of your comrades have fallen, and you were the last alive, fleeing the scene using a nearby zip line, but not without leaving unscathed.
It’s hard to focus on what course of action you have to take when nearly all your health is gone, your healing items are all used up, your stamina is depleted, and you’re far away from your base. You could only pray that the enemy wouldn’t find you.
And if they did, you could only hope they would show you mercy.
It would still be a long while until your comrades were able to respawn, so you decide to stay where you are now. It’s better to wait for all your cooldowns to come back in case you run into an inescapable and inevitable fight. Given the nature of the entire battle, your life is too crucial to take any reckless action.
A few seconds have passed, and your labored breathing has finally calmed down enough for you to take a peek around the wall, making sure the coast is clear before you book it back to base.
Clutching your [weapon] as you’re about to step out of the alley, an enemy cuts your path short as you nearly bump into them, not just any enemy, but The Doorman.
His piercing blue eyes, which seem to resemble the heavens, peer right into your soul, but remembering how ruthless he was fighting against your teammates, you know he is nothing compared to an angel.
“Fancy seeing you here, [Name],” he charmingly greets you, giving you a pleasing grin, his sweet greeting contradicting the gun he was aiming right at you.
“Hello, Doorman,” you greet back, holding your arms up in surrender as you take a step back.
Your heart beat picks back up, the calm moment you had was short-lived as panic crept back into your body. Every step back you take is another confident stride forward that the Doorman takes.
“It’s a shame your team has left you alone, my dear,” the Doorman fake mourns, a subtle smugness you can’t miss dripping from his tone.
Your back suddenly hits the wall, cornered, dread fills your veins as the realization processes in your head: you found yourself at a dead end.
“You killed them all,” you spit out, eyebrows knit together as the Doorman’s words torment your mind.
He was toying with you like a predator does with its prey.
“Oh yeah,” the Doorman chuckles, leaning in close, close enough for you to feel his breath fan against the shell of your ear, “well, I’m sure your team wouldn’t mind if we kept you company until they come back.”
You swallow thickly, replaying his words carefully through your mind. Oddly enough, comfort washes over your form when the Doorman stashes his gun away.
You are at ease; perhaps he doesn’t want to pose any threat to you.
That’s when your eyes widen, “What do you mean by ‘we’?”
The Doorman doesn’t respond to you; instead, a door opens from behind you as the Doorman pushes you through it, knocking the wind out of you as your back meets a hard chest, dropping your [weapon] in the process.
“Well, hello to you, too, darling,” a rugged voice speaks from behind you, holding you by your shoulders. You look down to see his long, clawed fingernails digging into the fabric of your clothing.
Instantly, it clicked in your head just whose hands they belong to as you sheepishly turn your head. A shiver runs down your spine as Drifter’s red orbs practically size you up.
“Hi,” you meekly shudder out, standing in fear like a deer in headlights, knowing you were squished between two powerful and demonic men.
“You know you in our territory, yeah?” Drifter asks you, using one large hand to play with a strand of your hair.
You’re shaking now; they can do anything they want; the fact that you’re not bleeding out and limp on the ground was a surprise; a death that never came was torture.
“Please, I just want to go back to my base,” you plead, quivering, looking down to see Drifter’s hands move down to your waist, still holding you in place.
“I promise you, [Name],” the Doorman begins, stepping forward but not entering the door he had placed down, reaching out to you to caress your cheek, “you’re safer here with us compared to being caught by anyone else on our team.”
Your heart continues to race; you aren’t sure if you can trust the Doorman or Drifter, for that matter. Though despite the hold Drifter has on your waist, you admit his touch felt oddly gentle. You notice the Doorman’s hand embracing your cheek while his other hand goes to rub the top of your head. Maybe they are being truthful.
Still, there’s an inkling of concern hidden away inside, “What is it that you both want?”
There’s a chuckle that erupts from behind you. Drifter rubs your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder, “We’ve seen the way you been looking at us, [Name].”
“What?!” You shout, flailing around in Drifter’s hold, wanting to escape before you’re humiliated to death by the two attractive men.
When did they get so hot?
“Oh, you make it so painfully obvious, [Name],” the Doorman teases, pinching your cheek and making you grumble at the touch. “Oh, don’t make that face, I’m actually quite flattered.”
The Doorman reassures you, the grin never leaving his lips, “I’ll have you know that your wandering eyes are one of my favorite things about you.”
You’re taken aback; you know deep down, somewhere in the back of your head, there is a voice that was telling you that it was wrong to be flirting with the enemies when there are more important matters to be attending to. But there is a louder, passionate, and hungrier voice screaming within you, knowing you want this much more than performing the ritual: to be stuck between Broadway and Greenwich, to be helplessly sandwiched between the Doorman and Drifter.
A much-needed truce.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you try to deny, casting your eyes to the floor, unable to stop the small smile sneaking its way onto your face, feeling shy underneath the intensity of the Doorman’s tall stature.
You’re suddenly spun around, now facing the Drifter, “Well, I know the type of person you are, when you spot somethin’ you want you’ll always be cravin’ for it.”
Drifter smirks, licking over his top teeth, flashing his fangs at you, “So why don't cha’ come over ‘ere and kiss me.”
And with a surge of confidence, you grab the collar of Drifter’s shirt, smashing your lips into his in a hungry and heated kiss, his stubble tickling your face, Drifter’s deep, musky scent surrounding you, his tongue delving into your mouth and savoring your taste. His hand grasps the back of your head, deepening the kiss as your lips move in rhythm. Playfully, you bite into his bottom lip, pulling lightly at the flesh as you suck on it, the groan that emits from Drifter’s throat pleasing your ears and making your knees weak.
A new set of hands begins to peel your bottoms off your hot skin, you jump, breaking the kiss as you turn your head to look behind you.
“We unfortunately have to make this quick, lovely,” Doorman responds, removing your undergarments and folding them into a neat pile atop your bottoms on the ground, “but don’t worry, I’ll be sure to prep you well, so just pay attention to Drifter, okay?”
The Doorman’s high cheekbones, the ones dusted in freckles and in a pink hue, as he admires your half-naked form, is a sight you wish to capture for eternity.
You could only imagine what other parts of him are sprinkled in those adorable freckles.
“Okay,” you acknowledge, smiling at him, and assuring him that you have given your consent.
“Good [girl/boy],” the Doorman praises, kissing one of your ass cheeks.
Before you could respond, Drifter interrupts your moment with Doorman by attacking your neck with kisses and harsh sucks. You mewl loudly, reaching up to lock your fingers in his long, black hair, knocking the newsboy cap off his head. His fangs ghost across your skin, reminding Drifter just how soft and fragile you are in his hold; he really can just sink his teeth into you if he wasn’t careful.
But with the Doorman busy between your legs, making sure to keep the barbaric man in check. Speaking of which, the Doorman has removed his pristine, white gloves- gingerly sucking on his middle and forefinger, completely covering the muscles with his saliva, lubricating them as much as possible for your entrance. He slips one finger into your hole, curling his fingers while he stretches out the rim for another digit, while his other hand strokes up the back of your thigh.
You are lost in the different stimulations; they’re vicious with each action, Drifter switching to the other side of your neck, leaving hickies and lovebites in his path, groping your chest from outside your fabrics with his large hands. If only he could just tear all the clothing off your body. The Doorman’s treatment of your body is different, gently fingering you as opposed to Drifter’s rough manhandling of you. He isn’t careful in adding a third finger into your tight hole because he’s afraid of how fragile you are; no, he’s cautious because you are the most precious and interesting thing to him.
“Love how soft ya’ feel,” Drifter practically growls out, hands now slipping underneath the fabrics as he pinches your nipples, sinisterly twisting the buds, his lust fueled by your whimpers.
“You’re taking it so well, [Name] dear,” the Doorman coos, thrusting his fingers in and out of you as his other hand fondles your bare ass cheek, marveling at the jiggle of the flesh.
There is nothing more euphoric than being ruined by two powerful beings, fighting for your attention, yearning for you. You’re like the main character to one of Paige’s eroticas stories she’s mentioned, funnily enough, you know she wouldn’t believe the very position you caught yourself in.
Abruptly and in sync, the Doorman slips his fingers out of your hole while Drifter pulls away from your ravaged neck. There’s a breathless sigh that you all share until the Doorman suddenly spins you around. The man who was lovingly stretching you out with his delicate fingers, praising you with his smooth voice, his gaze holding an intense and fiery hunger.
If it weren’t for the Doorman’s self-restraint, he would’ve consumed you. That can be a fantasy the Doorman can indulge in another time, for now, he needs to treat you with tender care and affection.
Unlike the Doorman, Drifter wanted to break you, his rough hands finding purchase on your hips as he pushed his strained bulge against your bottom half, bending you over. The Doorman holds onto your chin, tilting your head up as you stare up at him through your lashes.
“Is this okay, darling?” The Doorman asks you once more, making sure you haven’t changed your mind.
“Yes, please,” you beg, enthusiastically grinding your bare ass against Drifter, who practically growls at your teasing, “I want this.”
Drifter haphazardly unzips the fly of his pants, slipping his thick cock out from his briefs, the head of his member a raging pink that contrasts against his pale, ghoulish skin with a thick vein trailing up the side. The Doorman is much more patient with you, slowly slipping his pants and boxers off until his cock slaps against his stomach. The Doorman’s cock is longer compared to Drifter’s, curving upwards, his tip equally as pink and dripping precum.
Your mouth salivates at the sight; you need to feel them, you need them to fill you to the brim with their cum. Drifter circles your hole with his cock, coating the outside with thick precum: his way of prepping you, almost like he cares about you.
With that thickness and his action, the sweetness of the act feels misplaced, knowing how selfish and reckless that vampire normally was, but you know it’s futile; his thickness is going to make your legs sore no matter what.
“Can’t wait to fuck the lights outta ya’,” Drifter comments, massaging and pulling your ass cheek to the side, adoring the way your hole puckers around nothing.
Your hands clutch at the bottom of the Doorman’s coat to keep you steady. He brushes and taps the head of his cock against your lips in anticipation, smearing the clear liquid leaking from his cock over your lips.
“You look astonishing bent over for us, dear,” the Doorman sighs, his hand once again resting on top of your head. There’s a tenderness in his touch as he cherishes the position you were all in.
Before you can thank the Doorman, Drifter’s patience has finally snapped, pushing his cock into you in one swift motion. Your body lurches forward, moaning loudly as your grip on the Doorman’s coat tightens.
“Fuck, feels so good,” Drifter hisses, enjoying the tight squeeze you have around his cock.
He pulls out just to quickly shove himself back in, grinning and laughing maniacally by the way your ass slapped against his pelvis.
You’re practically hypnotizing him by the way your body is reacting to his aggressive ministrations.
The Doorman pushes the hair that fell across your face to the side, and he gawks at you, your beauty surpassing the artwork displayed at the Baroness.
He relishes all your expressions as Drifter pounds into you, “Take your time, sweetheart,” he comforts.
Although the Doorman’s hard cock aches for the chasm of your throat, he admits he is just as content watching you getting fucked on Drifter’s cock. He removes one of your hands from his coat, moving it towards the length of his cock as you instinctively wrap your fingers around him.
Your resilience makes it seem like you were made for this.
With each snap of Drifter’s hips, his cock reaches deep in the depths of your hole. Your hole aches as it stretches for the Drifter’s unbelievable size, his nails leaving crescent shapes into your soft flesh as his heavy balls slap against you with each harsh thrust. Your body rocks forward, the motion assisting your hand that was leisurely pumping the Doorman’s cock.
You find the rhythm in the relentless pace Drifter had set, trusting his tenacious grip on your form as you leave a small kiss on the Doorman’s tip. You can’t neglect him any further. Tentatively, you lower your mouth around the head of the Doorman’s cock, sucking on it as you bob your head lower, taking in more of his shaft down your throat. You keep your throat relaxed, even if every time Drifter slides his cock out, he just slams it back into your hole, forcing you to take the Doorman’s cock even further in your mouth.
One of the Doorman’s hands reaches under your chin, touching your neck and feeling how his cock bulges inside your throat. He shivers as the ridges of your throat expand from his length. He is quite impressed by the work of your mouth. Your mouth that skillfully wets the Doorman’s cock, sucking him and licking up his length as you begin to push your hips against the Drifter, meeting up with his thrusts.
A pleased chuckle meets your ears, the Doorman resting his other hand atop your head as you continue to slurp around his cock.
“Naughty [girl/boy], [Name],” the Doorman teases, his booming voice turning you on further as he guides your head down onto him, beginning to thrust his cock down your throat in time with the bobbing of your head, “I wasn’t aware of how much of a slut you were; taking two cocks with ease~.”
You moan in response, sending vibrations up the shaft of Doorman’s dick, your hole clamping around Drifter. The Doorman’s cock twitches in your mouth, groaning as he keeps a tight grip on the back of your head.
You feel as helpless as you did each time you found yourself a hotel guest at the Baroness.
“Hole’s so tight~,” the Drifter breathes sharply, his heightened sense of smell drinking up your pathetic sounds and addicting scent.
You shriek from the harsh slap across your ass cheek, the sting of pain blossoming as the Drifter kneads the flesh with his usual blood-stained hands; the ones that, no matter how many times he washed them, wouldn’t be able to erase the hundreds of lives he’s stolen.
“Ohoho~, that make ya’ heart beat fasta’~?” He draws out.
You can’t answer, not when drool begins to seep past the corner of your lips; trying your best to swallow, but with your lips wrapped around the Doorman’s cock, your attempts were useless.
Everything felt like it was spinning as you put full faith and trust in Drifter to keep you upright, splitting you on the girth of his cock while precum gathers around his shaft. The control the Doorman and Drifter had over you felt exhilarating, your mouth and hole being abused by their cocks while your whole team was still dead.
All you could do was greedily accept the pleasure being offered on a silver platter, the ripples of the Doorman’s portals creating a magical and surreal scene. At the same time, your body ran feverishly as the contrasting crisp air of New York brushed your body.
“Fuck,” the Drifter growls past his teeth, giving your ass another slap, the sound echoing, “yer insides feel like heaven.”
Your jaw goes slack, taking all your willpower to focus on slurping around the Doorman’s cock through the ruthlessness of the Drifter’s thrusts.
“Tell us how good it feels, my dear,” the Doorman encourages, slipping his cock out from between your lips and letting you breathe, replacing your mouth with his hand as he quickly pumps his cock.
“It feels so good,” you stutter, your words being interrupted by the Drifter’s powerful thrusts ruining you, “I love it when you use me~.”
The sound of shared laughter plays in your ears, one with fondness and the other filled with madness.
“How amusing,” the Doorman teases, jerking himself off as he stares lovingly into your eyes, “look how quickly you pounce for an opportunity like this~.”
You hum in response, sticking your tongue out as you lick and sucked at the tip of the Doorman’s cock.
Pulling your mouth off the Doorman’s cock, you scream as Drifter’s nails begin to dig into the flesh of your ass, leaving red scratch marks in its path.
”Scream for me,” the Drifter yells, slapping your ass, the skin of it rippling as small amounts of blood drip down your cheeks from the scratches Drifter inflicted on you, “say ya’ want more!”
You break down, sobbing and pleading as eternal night consumes your senses, “Please, harder! Both of you, please fill me with your cum!”
Your vision blurs as the Drifter pounds into you harder, your helpless body being ravaged by the Doorman and Drifter. The Doorman shoves his cock back into your mouth, his tip instantly hitting the back of your throat, fucking your throat and matching his thrusts with the Drifter. Your body felt sore, the heels of your feet digging into the ground to keep yourself balanced, overpowered by the extreme pleasure washing over you like intense waves.
Your mind is hazed over, taking every thrust of their cocks, every praise and degrading sentence telling you how much of a good little slut you are, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm.
There was no announcement, no warning; instead, the Drifter slams his cock inside of you in a sloppy and animalistic pace, heavy balls slapping against you, until finally growling as he bottoms out inside you. In sync, the Doorman’s seed shoots across your taste buds as you cum from Drifter’s last thrust.
The Doorman lets out a pleased sigh, removing himself from your mouth as you instinctively swallow his load, his taste overwhelming your mouth.
Lying your tongue out, showing him that you swallowed every last drop of his cum, “You’re exquisite, [Name] dear.”
You whine in response to the loss of pleasure when Drifter finally slips his cock from your hole. Standing up straight with the help of the Doorman, you let out a small huff as you feel Drifter’s cum ooze out of you.
Turning around, you’re met with Drifter’s charming smile- or as charming a smile as he could muster with his monstrous fangs as he held your chin, “I’ll see you ‘round, sugar.”
And with that, you’re suddenly pulled out from between the doorway and into the Doorman’s embrace. The door shuts itself instantly as you’re back in the alleyway you were originally hiding in.
“That hooligan has no manners,” the Doorman scoffs, not attempting to hide his annoyance with the hobo vampire by rolling his eyes.
His intense blue orbs shift back to you, his sour mood switching the moment his eyes meet yours, and his eyes immediately filling with warmth, “Let me clean you up, darling~.”
“Okay,” you agree, still a bit out of breath from your earlier rendezvous.
On wobbly legs, the Doorman guides your hands to the brick wall of the alleyway. You’re confused for a moment until you feel the Doorman’s cold hands spread your legs apart.
Oh.
You whimper at the sudden prod of his tongue, lapping up at the juices that spilled from your hole. He spreads your cheeks open with his hands, the flesh of your ass burning underneath his palms, his tongue delving into every crevice, cleaning you up, and savoring the taste of you and the Drifter across his taste buds.
Once satisfied with his work, the Doorman pulls away, licking his lips, “Let’s get you clothed now, shall we?”
He insists on helping you get dressed, the small domestic act making your heart flutter. When your underwear and bottoms are on, he adjusts the fabrics of your top, fanning off any dust that may be on it.
There’s a dusting of pink across the Doorman’s freckled cheeks, taking you in, “You’re beautiful.”
You sheepishly thanked him, suddenly feeling shy despite everything, “You’re quite charming yourself.”
Taken aback, the Doorman’s mouth hung agape briefly in surprise at the compliment until he grinned, “How sweet of you.”
A grin overtakes your lips, too, basking in the wholesome moment.
“Do you have any healing amenities on you?” He asks.
You checked your pockets; surely all your items were off their cooldowns, and luckily for you, they were!
Quickly healing yourself, letting out a sigh of relief now that the scratches have lost their sting, you’re sure that eventually the rest of your health will come back up passively.
“It’s still dangerous out there, so I’ll be escorting you personally back to your base,” the Doorman states, holding his arm out for you.
“Are you sure?” You ask, bashfully interlocking your arm with his.
“Of course, my dear,” the Doorman chuckles, “unlike that vermin, I am a gentleman.”
Your nose crinkles in a chuckle of your own, hoping that maybe this can happen again.
© luvvforlife ✧.* all characters belong to valve from the game “deadlock” that is still currently in its play test as i’m writing this. the reader belongs to you, and the story belongs to me, aigis.
