i just know for the fact that night has a big big ego and is also a big big sub but is too prideful to show it-- can you do hcs of a gn!reader domming Night
Oh boy, can I!
This man, this literal God
Is an asshole
He's the type to say he would never get down on his knees for anyone, that it's below him
And then he meets you
He tries to fight it at first
Night reminds you constantly, whether you're a mortal or another god, that he is above you and you should be the one surrendering to him
But you don't budge
When you do eventually start to get intimate, he tries to be in control, pins you to the bed
And you let him...for now
You let him touch you and you touch him, getting him right on that edge
And then you deny him
You tell him if he wants to finish then he needs to get down on his knees and beg like a good boy
Night tries to argue but you give him a Look (TM)
And before he even knows it, he's dropping to his knees
"Take pity, darling, you have me on my knees, what more could you want?"
"I want you to. Beg."
Eventually, the words tumble out of his mouth
"What a good boy, down on your knees. begging for me"
His face burns with shame as you remind him that he is begging on his knees for a 'lesser' god/a mortal
But he's been good so you give him not what he wants, but what he needs (aka you fuck the life out of him)
And he loves every second of it
But if you ever mention it to anyone else he will smite you
You’re not sure how long it’s been; you’re not even sure how many people have used you now, you’d lost count after the fifth. Your body is sore, arms growing stiff from where Night’s magic has them pinned to your back, cum leaking from where you’ve been filled over and over and over.
“Look at you.”
Night’s voice cutting through the quiet makes you jump from your position bent over the altar and try to turn to look at the god over your shoulder, but his magic keeps you still. He crosses the room slowly, clearly in no rush, sliding his hands over your back and down your arms.
“You’ve been so good, letting my followers use you as they please. Did you cum, starlight?”
“N-No.” You shake your head.
He slides his hand down between your body and the altar, fingers brushing over the base of your cock, feeling how hard you still are.
“So hard, I’m sure you’re aching for your release, aren’t you?”
You nod with a soft whimper.
“Do you think you’ve earned it? Do you think you’ve done well for your god?”
“Please, p-please.”
Night hums, sliding his hand down the curve of your spine and over the slope of your ass, spreading you open and slipping two fingers inside you. He doesn’t waste time with pleasantries, immediately setting a brutal pace, curling his fingers with every thrust.
“Night, my god - ah - please, I need to cum, please I’ve been so good.”
He leans over you, pressing his chest to your back, hovering his lips over your ear. “How could you know what you need better than I do? I am your god and I decide what you need.”
Night slips his fingers out of you and you whimper softly, but don’t protest.
“I’ll send a few more of my followers in and then we’ll see what you need. Just remember, starlight.” He buries a hand in your hair, pulling your head up so you’re looking up at him. “You don’t cum until you have my permission.”
It's currently 3:30 in the morning, and I'm going through your Night tag (because he is my favorite and I'm obsessed with him. Seriously thinking about getting his symbol as a tattoo-)
And you have no idea how many times I've gasped or just had my brain short circuit at something you or an Anon wrote.
I just had to say how much I love the way you write him, it's amazing
Love ya! (As much as one can love an author online 😊 )
AN: This is the sappies, most love sick, hopeless romantic shit I have ever written and I love it so much. Thank you doll anon, for the prompt!!
AO3 - MASTERLIST
You weave through the burning trees, breathing in the smoke and relishing in the way the fire warms your divine skin. It’s quiet, save for the crackling of the flames and the sound of dead trees falling.
Catastrophe.
Your name, your job.
The mortal world can’t exist without chaos and chaos without catastrophe.
The destruction, the death, the despair, all necessary parts of a thriving ecosystem.
You feel truly yourself here, away from all the polished lies and bedazzled truths up in the clouds. This is simple. This is real.
Footsteps in the ash behind you alert you to another presence and you turn to see the God of Night looking up at the sky through the flames in the treetops.
“You’re filling my sky with smoke.”
You chuckle. “It’s your sky as much as this is my forest.”
“Hm, I suppose you have a point.”
“What’re you doing here, Night?”
“I missed you?”
You cross your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Alright, alright, I wanted to come see what was so interesting. You’ve been down here since this fire started.”
“Do you not come to the surface to admire the night sky?”
“Well yes, but my sky is much less…on fire.”
That pulls a real laugh from you and you shake your head, smiling softly. “This is Catastrophe in action, death and rebirth happening right before our eyes.”
“Smells terrible.” He scrunches his nose.
“Forgive me, I’m so sorry my work is not to your standards, oh great God of Night.” You put on a show of bowing to him.
Night moves in, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. “I think I like you bowing to me; you should do it more often.”
You groan, shoving him playfully. “You’re terrible. You’re standing in front of all this beauty and power and all you can do is complain and make jokes.”
“I’ve stood in front of you many times. I think I’m used to your beauty and power at this point.”
“Void, you’re hopeless.”
“That’s why you love me isn’t it?” He whispers, hovering your lips over his.
Although you don’t need to breathe as mortals do, a breath still catches in your throat. The word love has never been uttered between the two of you before but now, gazing up into dark eyes that look just like the night sky, you can’t imagine why.
“Night,” You speak softly, scared to break whatever spell has fallen over the two of you.
He smiles, cupping the side of your face and pulling you into a tender kiss. His lips are soft against yours and he traces the tip of his tongue over your bottom lip. You open your mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside and you moan at the way he intertwines it with yours. He tastes like fresh air and pure electricity, almost like you’ve plucked a star from the sky and pressed it to your lips.
“I love you,” Night whispers into your mouth.
“Prove it.”
He groans deep in his throat, planting open-mouthed kisses along the length of your neck, occasionally catching your skin in his teeth. “How can I prove it? Tell me what you want me to do, starlight.”
“Make love to me, as mortals do.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
Night connects your lips once again, this time filled with a fiery determination. His hands run freely over your body, taking in every dip and curve of your form.
“You are a god as I am. We are cut from the cloth of the universe and yet, I have never seen something so divine, so deserving of worship.”
You cup his cheek and tilt his head back towards you. “Would you worship me, my love, if I asked you to?”
“I would do anything you asked of me. I would tear down the night sky and every star in it. I would slay Phobos himself.”
“So dramatic. All I ask is that you love me.”
“And I do, oh I do.”
You snake your hand up to cup the back of his neck, pulling his forehead down to yours. “And I love you, my God of Night.”
You kiss him. You kiss him as if you’ll never be able to again, and he does the same. With the very hands he used to hang the star in the sky, Night slips off every piece of your clothing as if he is unwrapping something delicate and precious. You give him the same tender attention, ridding him of his clothes until you are both bare amidst the flames and the moonlight.
Night lays you down carefully, cradling you against his chest. The ash is surprisingly soft beneath you and you look up towards the sky, watching as the flames lap at the treetops.
“How would you have me, my star?” He presses a kiss right below your ear.
“Just like this.” You loop your arms around his shoulders and hike one of your legs up over his hip. “I want to see you.”
You tighten your arms around him, pulling him down for another kiss. Night’s hands slip up from your waist and to your chest, rough fingertips tracing over your nipples gently. He rubs them until they grow stiff under his touch and then begins to twist them between his fingers, forcing a quiet moan from your lips.
Night pulls away from your lips and trails kisses down your neck and over your sternum before enveloping one of your sensitive buds in the wet heat of his mouth. His tongue swirls around it as he sucks gently. A jolt of electricity shoots up your spine and you moan his name, tangling a hand into his dark hair to keep him pressed against your chest.
Curiously, you roll your hips up against him and feel his cock slide over your own arousal. You both groan and Night reaches his free hand down between you to begin stroking over your sex.
“So ready for me, starlight.” He sucks a dark mark into the skin above your sternum, smirking at the way you whine when he scrapes his teeth over it.
You arch your back, pushing your hips up into his touch and burying your fingers in the ash beneath you. “Night, oh void.”
“That’s it. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
Moaning freely at the pleasure he’s giving you, you reach up to dig your nails into his back, smearing gray ash over his pale skin. One hand between your legs, Night slips the other down further, tracing a fingertip over your entrance, pressing the tip in slowly. You whine at the way it feels, so good but not nearly enough.
“I know, my star. You will get more, just let me enjoy you a moment longer.”
Once his finger is fully inside you, Night begins to slip it in and out of you slowly, taking his time to admire the way your walls tighten around it. Finally, he slips a second finger inside you, scissoring them and working you open slowly. His hand on your arousal keeps a steady pace, stroking over your sensitive skin enough to keep you warm and pliant under his touch, but not enough to drive you towards your ecstasy.
“Please, Night, my moonlight.”
He groans at the name, curling his fingers just so to rub against the perfect spot inside you. You swear stars are dancing in the darkness behind your eyelids as you arch into him, losing yourself in the way he touches you.
“So perfect. Are you ready for me, my love?”
You nod frantically, looking up into his eyes. “Please, please, I think I will burst into flames if I don’t have you soon.”
Night smiles, cupping the side of your face and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “I suppose we can’t have that, now can we?”
Strong hands hook under your thighs, spreading them apart and hiking them up over his hips. Night guides the head of his cock to your entrance, rubbing it over you slowly, teasingly.
“Tell me how much you want me, starlight.”
You groan. “Moonlight, if you don’t do something soon I will find a way to start a forest fire so great and so bright it will light up the sky until there is no night left.”
He throws his head back with a laugh and you can’t help but admire the smile on his face, and the smooth, pale skin of his neck.
“I won’t dare incur your wrath, my darling star, you shall have what you want.”
Night presses inside you then, slowly, inch by inch. You moan at the way he stretches you open, sparks of pleasure setting every nerve ending on fire.
Once he’s bottomed out, hips flush with yours, Night grinds down against you, his pubic bone pressing against your sex, making you clench around him. He groans, pressing his forehead to your sternum and pulling out slowly until just the head of his cock is still inside you. You wait with bated breath, running your fingers through his hair.
Night thrusts into you, the force of his hips slamming against yours pushing you back into the ground. He repeats the motion, undulating his hips with every surge forward until the head of his cock brushes against just the right spot inside you and you cry out his name.
“There it is.” He trails kisses up the side of your neck and tugs your earlobe between his teeth. “Say my name, starlight. Let the heavens know how good I’m making you feel.”
“Night, Night, fuck!”
He presses a groan into your neck, his free hand sliding down to stroke over you. “Oh my love, already so lost to pleasure that you’re speaking the mortals’ foul words. Have I truly such an effect on you?”
Through the waves of pleasure crashing over you, you reach a hand up to cup his cheek, running your thumb over his bottom lip. “You feel so good, Night, like your earthly vessel was made just for mine.”
“Oh, it was. I was made for this, for you.”
He’s thrusting into you with abandon, every pass of his cock inside you rubbing the head over all the right spots to send you hurtling towards your end. His hand between your legs isn’t helping the matter, either.
“You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel you clenching around me. Give in to it, starlight, let me feel your ecstasy.”
A few more frenzied thrusts of his hips and you’re cumming with a cry of his name, clamping down around him. Night groans, stilling inside you, grinding his hips down as he finishes inside you, filling you with warmth.
You pull him down to lay on top of you, tucking his head beneath your chin. Your fingers stroke through his hair and over his back as you look up at the night sky.
“I love you,” he whispers, peering up at you with something akin to reverence.
“And I love you, my moonlight.”
The two of you stay like that, wrapped in each other's arms, breathing in the smoke and the warm, night air. Night peppers kisses over your eyelids and his hands stroke over your sides.
“How long will the fire last?”
“As long as it needs to.”
“It doesn’t bother you, the way it destroys everything in its path?”
You shake your head. “Sometimes things need to end in order for other things to begin. It’s the true balance between peace and chaos, you can’t have one without the other.”
“What if you could only have one? What would you choose?”
“I think you know my answer. Catastrophe cannot exist without chaos, nothing can.”
Night nods, thoughts clearly racing behind his eyes.
“This is about the council meeting tomorrow, the vote.”
He nods again, looking up at you with weary eyes.
“My love, you’re troubled. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
Do you have any headcanons for what the egos will call their s/o? (Specifically Murdock, Actor, or Dark, but if you wanna do certain/other ones go ahead!! i just wanted to give a starting point lol)
I love pet names/terms of endearment. I give each character at least one unique nickname for them to use along with the more generics. These are my faovrite ones.
Murdock
little flower
petal
darling
Actor
my love
leading love (specifically for a former DA character)
Dark
dear heart
my love
darling
little monster (specifically for a former DA character)
Night
starlight
star
my keeper
Host
songbird
my voice in the darkness (specifically for a former DA character)
Night meeting Dark and wondering if he's one of his disciples cause of his name
Omg ur right.
And Dark is all dismissive and it pisses Night off to no end. I love Night but he gives me the vibe of someone who feels like he has something to prove so he'd be acting all high and mighty and Dark is just standing there, responding to an email or looking at his fingernails or something lol
