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exit light, enter night | void

description: in which you allow the darkness to consume you

pairing: void x f!reader

w/c: 3,865

warnings: 18+ only, unprotected sex, kind of ritualistic, dom/sub themes, light choking, begging, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, references to ethel cain's ptolemaea if you squint. i took some creative liberties here. you don't need to have watched thunderbolts to read this!

He was there, in the shadows.

You could feel him. A presence that was akin to the sea tide, ebbing to and fro, swelling and shrinking, but still vast and incredibly powerful.

When had you become aware of his presence? You weren’t entirely sure. All you knew was that you had opened your eyes in the middle of the night—at the witching hour; three o’clock in the morning—and he was there. Lurking. Waiting. Watching.

The bedroom was cold, and the air smelled faintly of smoke. Curling around you. Threatening to lick at your skin and swallow you whole. Although the darkness was oppressive, you weren’t afraid.

You’d been waiting for him.

He knew it, too. Traveling across the room with ease, his feet barely touching the floor, he stood at the end of your bed, towering over you. “What an interesting turn of events,” his voice filled your mind, echoing throughout the room before it settled back into his dark form. “The little human wants me here.”

You jutted your chin out slightly, staring directly at him. You could just barely make out his eyes in the darkness. An eerie glimmer beneath the shroud of shadow. “It took you long enough,” you replied, surprising yourself with your quick, sharp wit. Perhaps he was bringing an edge out of you. Inciting a combative spirit within you.

“Impatient,” he admonished. Watching you for a moment, he tilted his head, almost curiously. “You aren’t afraid.”

“I’ve never been scared of the dark.”

He rounded the corner of the bed, closing in on you like a cat preparing to pounce on its unassuming prey. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking for?” Wasting no time, he cut to the chase. He was completely aware of why you wanted him here tonight. Why you’d been waiting in the dark.

“Yes. I know exactly what I’m asking for.”

In the gloom, his face shifted into what appeared to be a knowing smile. It should have filled you with trepidation. Instead, it sent a ripple of burning want through you.

His hand moved, fingers splayed wide as he let it pass over you. He wasn’t touching you, his shadow was merely hovering. Yet somehow, you felt him. A radiation of raw power and darkness, leaving goosebumps prickling along your skin.

You leaned back against the mattress, legs involuntarily parting. His hand stopped there, and you felt it then. The desire deep within your core intensified, deepening and spreading until you began to squirm.

“Poor little lamb. So lost. So desperate for someone to take care of you.”

You gasped as he sat upon the edge of the bed, inches from you. He was fully touching you now, hand settled between your thighs, the only thing separating your skin from his being the thin cotton sleep shorts you wore.

“Say it.”

The command reverberated through your mind, and you jolted slightly, mouth moving of its own accord. “I want you to take care of me.” There was no room for doubt in your tone. It was confident. Sure.

A chill crept through your body, and you watched in shock as your pajamas began to dissolve in shadow, until they were gone entirely, leaving you bare to him. To the void. “Oh, but that’s the innocent way of saying it. And you’re far from innocent, aren’t you, little one?”

His fingers brushed over your temple, and you gasped sharply as a vision of being filled by him flashed through your mind. “Tell me you want me to own you.”

“I want you to own me.” A chill passed through you, just before his body was pressed against yours, cool to the touch.

“Yes,” he cooed, “give in to it.” His mouth was on yours, and you parted your lips, eager, wanting, welcoming. “Give in to that animal desire in that wicked little mind of yours.”

He was bare, you could feel him. Firm planes of muscle, sharp edges of bone, solid yet light as air, permanent yet ephemeral. His hands parted your thighs, ghosting down soft, sensitive flesh. An overwhelming swell of desire pulsed through the deepest part of you, and you realized he could control it. His hand hovered over you again, where you needed him most, and the arousal grew tenfold.

Your brain seemed to give way to white noise as the warmth of your desire began to travel from the top of your head to the soles of your feet. You knew, then, that he possessed all the power in this moment. A realization passed over you. He could bring you to unfathomable heights of pleasure without even touching you.

But you wanted him to touch you. You wanted him inside you. Consuming you. Swallowing you whole. And he knew that.

When his hands passed over your chest, fingers swirling over hardening nipples, you whimpered, mouth falling open, back arching. That barest hint of stimulation sent an electric current through your body. It was almost as if you could feel his satisfied smirk.

“So responsive.” He turned your face toward his, lips against yours again, tongue sliding into your mouth. Tasting you. Possessing you.

You found yourself reaching for him, hands skittering over his shoulders, legs hooking around his waist. Pulling him closer. You had dreamed about this. Conjured it up in the deepest recesses of your mind, often while your hand was between your thighs, fingers pressed into your slick. The shadow of a man, having his way with you.

“I can see them, you know,” he spoke again. “Your thoughts. Your darkest desires. And I’m in every single one of them.” His fingers came to rest upon your forehead, and your vision was clouded with the very scene that had taken place before you fell asleep.

Fingers buried deep inside your own cunt, writhing against the bed, moaning pathetically, whorishly, into the silence of your bedroom. You’d been imagining him while you did it. But your fingers couldn’t satisfy you. They weren’t long enough. Thick enough. Deep enough.

“Tell me, little one.” The vision faded again, and you returned to the present. “Can you pleasure yourself as well as I can pleasure you?”

You already knew you couldn’t. “I can’t!” you exclaimed.

“No, of course you can’t.” His fingers were there, where yours had been in the vision he’d shown you. Trailing through your sticky wetness, gathering it on his fingertips before he brushed them over your poor, aching clit. “You could never pleasure yourself as well as a god can.”

A mind-bending heat washed over you. You suddenly felt like a live wire, snapping and crackling, sizzling and popping, and he’d barely even touched you. In the shadows, his mouth parted to reveal a toothy, Cheshire cat grin.

You were Alice, seconds away from falling into a dark rabbit hole. And yet, you felt no fear. Only anticipation. If he handed you a bottle labeled ‘Drink Me’, you would gulp it down without hesitation, consequences be damned.

The intensity grew, and you found yourself arching off the bed once again, fingers curling into the sheets for purchase, body taut like the string of a bow. You knew that all it would take was a snap of his fingers, a flick of his hand, and you would fall apart. Knowing he held such raw power made your head spin.

“Oh my god, please!” You cried out, unsure of what you were asking for.

His free hand came to settle around your throat, squeezing only slightly, not using his full and infinite strength. “You learn quickly. That’s right. I am your god, aren’t I, lamb?”

There was that Cheshire smile again before he ducked forward, face against your neck. When you felt his teeth sink into your skin, a broken yelp tore itself from your throat, and you saw stars.

If you were the lamb, he was the wolf that had you caged in his powerful jaw.

Tongue soothing over the sharp bite, he shifted above you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, while he parted your delicate folds with the other. Then you felt him. Cock hard against you, trailing through your slick, even as you grew wetter still.

“Beg me for it.” Once again, his command filled your head, voice low and almost threatening. As if you would be punished if you did not obey.

You shifted your hips toward him, searching. “Please, please give it to me. I need it so badly, I can hardly stand it. Please!”

He hummed in amusement. “That’s simply not good enough. Remember, I know your darkest desires. The salacious things you plead for in the darkness of this room. Such filth and depravity. It’s the only way you can come. So go on, beg for it the right way.”

Dizzy, burning with need, and slightly embarrassed that he knew every intimate detail, you cried out, “Please, sir. I need your cock so badly. I need it to stretch my little pussy. I want you to ruin me for anyone else. Please!”

“Pathetic,” he growled, but nonetheless, he aligned himself with you, and just as you were about to launch into another round of begging, he thrust forward in one fluid motion, filling you entirely.

Your eyes went wide as saucers, and you couldn’t help the shriek that bubbled up within you. The stretch was so overwhelming, it knocked the breath right out of your lungs. But the strange thing was, it didn’t hurt. If anyone else of this size had thrust into you without careful preparation and added lubricant, you would have cried out in pain.

But this man, this shadow, this void, did not cause you pain. In fact, what you felt was the furthest possible thing from pain imaginable. You saw the moon and stars flash behind your eyes as he joined your bodies together. You became one with the darkness, yet you’d never felt more light.

“I own you now, little one,” he whispered in your ear.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting him impossibly closer. “I’m yours!”

Hands braced against the bed, caging you in, he pulled his hips back before he pushed forward again, relishing in the howl you let out. You were his little plaything to do whatever he pleased with.

He was well aware that he was doing exactly what you’d asked him to; ruin you for anyone else. When he was finished with you, you would crave only him. You would never be sated, even if you fell into the bed of another. They would not fill you the way he did. They would not bring you to the heights of ecstasy that he could.

But that was what you wanted. You had offered yourself to him, reposed in shadow, so willing and pliant.

“I waited for you,” you whispered against his mouth, as you took everything he had to give.

“I know you did. Night after night spent hoping I would come. But I’ve always been there. Watching. Waiting.”

Another deep thrust that resulted in your eyes rolling back in your head, a delicious tremor surging through you.

“I was there, in the dark, when you called out my name. I am here now, as you plead for me still.”

His words floated around you, settling into your skin like ink etched by a tattoo needle.

“I am no good, nor evil, simply I am.” It felt as if he was speaking through you. Penetrating you in every way. “And I have come to take what is mine.”

Take me, please. All of me. I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.

You couldn’t get enough. All you wanted was more, more, more. Hands clawing at his back, hips rolling into his, desperate, searching, needing. You’d taken him to the hilt, and yet you still wanted more. Needed him beneath your skin, ebbing through your bloodstream.

He gripped your hips in his hands, and even in your state of hazy pleasure, you realized how enormous they were, fingers covering the entirety of your hips. And as you looked up at him, you were suddenly aware of how he loomed over you. It felt like staring up, up, up into the vast night sky. Except there were no stars, save for the shine of his eyes as they took in the sight of you trembling beneath him.

Others may have felt fear when looking into the face of darkness. But you simply welcomed it, searching for his mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips once again.

He hitched your legs higher, pushing them toward your chest, allowing him a deeper range of motion that sent you wailing against his mouth, fingers digging into his back. You couldn’t describe it if you tried. It was all-consuming. A glorious, fiery warmth that bubbled to life within your veins, fizzing and popping like a sparkler on the Fourth of July.

Tears sprang to your eyes, soon spilling down the sides of your face in hot trails. This seemed to please him greatly, as he hummed in delight.

“Oh, look at you, little one. Crying as I have my way with you. What a sight.” He ducked down, his face inches from yours, and proceeded to press his tongue to each cheek, licking your tears away. Mouth parted in shock and awe, you watched him shiver, as if drinking your tears gave him some sort of depraved satisfaction.

You were rendered speechless, unable to form a single coherent word as he quickened his pace, going deeper than you thought possible. It was almost as if your anatomy was changing to accommodate him. But that wasn’t possible, was it?

However, by all accounts and purposes, it shouldn’t have been possible to fall into the throes of pleasure with a man made of shadows, yet that was exactly what was happening.

And it was otherworldly.

The beginnings of a glorious release were beginning to ripple through you. Your muscles tensed. Your heart rate quickened. Heat blossomed through you. You could feel yourself growing impossibly wetter around him, and the audible squelch of that wetness was obscene.

It felt as if the darkness was coming to greet you. You sank further into the bed. Down, down, down, until it felt as if you were floating in outer space, and the only thing keeping you from floating out of orbit was him.

“Let it overtake you,” he lulled, velvety smooth. “Don’t fight it.” A hand pressed against your low abdomen, splaying over the place where he was buried deep within you.

You felt it then. A growing intensity. An all-consuming vibration of atoms. It swelled like an ocean wave, higher and higher, until it threatened to come violently crashing down upon you.

He was controlling your body’s response. Amplifying it. And he could just as easily take it away if he wanted. But he didn’t.

When his voice entered your head again, it was to speak another command. “Come.”

And you were free-falling.

Your body was made of vast galaxies, bursting in air, vision engulfed in a myriad of bright, blinding colors that pulsed through your bloodstream. The darkness seemed to swell around you, growing until it swallowed you in its cold embrace.

His hand was against the side of your face, forehead pressed to yours. “Give it to me.” He seemed so absorb your ecstasy, consuming you, drinking you in.

You writhed beneath him, mouth open in a silent wail as your eyes rolled back. It was an exorcism of pleasure, and you didn’t want it to end. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I need more, more, more.

Your legs trembled around his hips, muscles twitching of their own accord as you were ravaged by an unspeakable bliss. It seemed to go on for eternity, ebbing and flowing, so intense you felt as if it might drive you utterly mad.

No human being was meant to experience pleasure this otherworldly. It wasn’t possible. And yet, you were experiencing it.

He had you exactly where he wanted you. Splayed out, succumbing to mindless pleasure. In your mind, he had already been given the title of god. You had given yourself to him, but he wanted to hear you say it.

As the intensity finally began to wan, and you stared up at him, eyes wide, he hummed, stroking your cheek in a way that almost seemed…tender.

“Please,” you whimpered, barely able to find your voice, “please, please, tell me I’m yours. That I belong to you.”

His fingers brushed over your parted lips. “It’s already been done.” Then those digits were slipping into your mouth, and you welcomed them, moaning salaciously as your mouth closed around them, tongue swirling.

This seemed to delight him, as a pleased sound rumbled in the back of his throat. “Eager little lamb. It’s amusing to watch how desperate you are. Drooling all over my fingers, begging me to claim you as mine.”

He was still inside you, and he offered a particularly deep, harsh thrust that had you crying out around his fingers, eyes opening wide as saucers as an electric current ripped through you. You realized he wasn’t finished with you yet. What he’d just given you was only the beginning.

Without warning, he pulled back, gripping your hips, forcefully turning you over onto your belly. He arranged you as he saw fit, situating you so that you were face down. Your mind spun as you attempted to register the shift in position, but you didn’t have time to adjust, because seconds later, you felt him again, cock sliding into your poor, aching cunt.

You sobbed against the bed, mouth open. Strong hands held you still as he drove his hips forward at a bruising pace. How was this possible? You should have been in pain. Should have been telling him it was too much. But it wasn’t. In fact, you wanted more.

“Don’t stop!” You wailed, “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

It all seemed to intensify in this position, and you felt like a live wire, raw and thrumming with energy. With each thrust, your brain filled with white noise, tears leaking from your eyes, drool spilling from your mouth.

You could feel the power in each movement he made, thrumming above you like a great storm cloud. And you welcomed it. Begged for it. Let the storm wash over me.

One hand holding your head down, the other dipping between your legs to slide his fingers over your swollen little bundle, he spoke. “Tell me, little one. Who is your god?” He wanted to hear it again.

And oh, how willingly you spoke it into the darkness of your bedroom. “You are!” You wept.

“You’ll never forget it as long as you live. When you sleep at night, you will dream of me. When you find yourself in the dark, you will call my name. And I will come to you. You will crave me always. I am the only one who can satisfy that craving.”

Once again, his voice was inside your head, swirling through the folds of your brain. Yes, you would crave him. Only him.

“Say it.”

“You! Only you!” Fiery heat had begun to gather in your belly again, spreading throughout your body. You could feel yourself dripping around him, your own arousal trailing down your inner thighs.

He angled your hips further, and suddenly, he was brushing against a little gathering of sensitive nerves, and you were screaming into the softness of the mattress as your orgasm ripped through you without warning, evidence of your ecstasy spilling from you, soaking his cock, and the sheets below.

You babbled incoherently, unsure if you were even conscious, or if you had slipped into a permanent state of bliss. Crying, sobbing, wailing. Clawing at the sheets. Trembling uncontrollably, like a leaf enduring hurricane winds.

It was otherworldly. Supernatural. Transcendental.

You left yourself, exiting your body, until you found yourself observing the moment from above. The way you trembled beneath the god of shadows, the one you had given your mind, body, and soul to. The one you would belong to for all eternity.

And you smiled.

As you returned to yourself, pleasure retreating, you felt it then. The way he pulsed within you. And there, in the deepest part of you, he spilled his seed. It filled you to the brim, and you welcomed it.

Claim me. Make me yours. Bind me to you forever.

As your body sank down against the bed, exhausted, legs trembling, he slid out of you, and you whimpered mournfully at the loss of contact. Moments later, you were on your back, as the darkness hovered over you, hand stroking your warm cheek, leaving coolness in its wake.

“Good little lamb,” he cooed. The sound of his voice was like black velvet against your skin, and your eyes began to grow heavy, lashes fluttering. “Morning will come soon. I must leave.” He could not exist in the light.

His lips were against yours again, and he spoke a prayer into your mouth.

“Blessed be this daughter of the shadows, bound to me in darkness eternal.” Then he kissed you deeply, lingering only for the briefest of moments. “Sleep now, little one. Until we meet again.”

With that, you drifted into slumber.

When you woke the next morning, your eyes drifted toward the corner of the room, where he had been the night before. But all you saw was the reading chair you kept there. Shivering slightly, you realized that perhaps you’d been dreaming all along.

“What an insane dream,” you muttered to yourself as you moved to push yourself upright, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Your pajamas were still on your body, as if they’d never disappeared at all. Nothing seemed out of place.

Then you stood, and the moment you did, you gasped, knees almost buckling as you felt it. You lifted one trembling hand, sliding it beneath the waistband of your shorts, between your thighs, dipping your fingers inside yourself. Sticky and wet, it coated your fingertips. When you drew them back, you saw it, glimmering against the digits.

His voice echoed through your mind, repeating what he had said to you the night before. “I was there, in the dark, when you called out my name. And I am here now.”

Though you couldn’t see him, he was always with you. Lurking in the shadows. Waiting for darkness to come, so that he could once again claim you as his own.

That realization sent you backward, legs giving way as you sank down onto the edge of the bed, holding tightly to the sheets so you wouldn’t slide down to the floor. A wave of heady desire washed over you as you recalled what he had done to you the night before.

As the morning sun warmed your bedroom, you found yourself giddy with excitement as you realized that, once the sun hid itself from the sky, he would return to you. And you would allow him to consume you once again.

After all, you weren’t afraid of the dark.

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