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A Benevolent Hand
Khonshu x Fem!Moon Knight!Reader
TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, masturbation (Fem), fingering, dirty talking, degradation(?), Khonshu wants to actually fuck you but won't admit it because he's a prideful shithead
MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME
A/N: did I stay up until ten last 4am to spit this shit out? Enjoy whatever horny poetry my sleep deprived brain supplies you. Be free, my horny little doves *yeets y'all into a field*
Also idk why but this gif does things to me
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It was a dull, dead night. There were no evildoers to stop, no killers to send to the sands of the Duat.
Even Badr told you to go home and rest, you deserved it after your diligent work and devotion to your god.
But, of course... "settling in" for the night wasn't something you know how to do anymore.
You've been Moon Knight for so long you weren't even sure what normal people did during quiet nights at home, anymore.
You ate, showered, exercised in the cramped space of your seedy apartment, before sitting on the couch to idly flip through channels, clicking your tongue and reminding yourself to sign up for some streaming services or pirate some stuff at the local library.
You were so bored you settled on an old corny horror film from the 80s, R-Rated and strangely enough, uncensored. But then again, adult channels were still a thing apparently, so you settled in for some cheap blood and guts, stupid busty camp counselors and a masked killer.
But of course, the sex scenes were there, as well. It didn't show anything like porn would, but the actors did a good job of "having" sex beneath the covers, their bodies flushed and sweaty as they went at it like rabbits, panting and saying things to each other in shared breaths.
They were gonna die, that's how these things went. You have sex in a horror movie, you die. The psychos from Scream got that part right about the ole cliché.
But... The way they acted with each other, playing out the part of a couple very much in love and very horny had you... bothered.
You craved that kind of intimacy. Sure, you can go out and find someone to hook up with, have a forgettable one night stand with some idiot at a bar... but it didn't have the physical closeness that was acted out on the cheap flat screen in front of you.
Being a Fist of Khonshu was often lonely life. You couldn't engage in the seeming frivolity of a relationship that was seen every day you walked down the street. No bed warmed by another body, no good morning kisses, no... love?
You shoved those melancholy feelings aside for now, deciding to focus on the throbbing heat blossoming between your legs.
You bit your lip and slid your hand down your front, slipping it beneath the waistband of your pajamas and beneath your underwear, touching the slick wetness that began to coat and soak through the fabric covering you as the movie droned on.
Your fingers slowly started circling your clit as you breathed out a hot puff of air, eyes closing momentarily as you imagined it.
You, with a man who was head over heels with you, tangled up in the sheets.
Sweaty, groping hands pawing at slick skin, tongues dancing as you kissed like you were all the two of you needed to breathe--
Your fingers began to increase their movements, gathering your sweet juices on your fingers to lubricate your clit as you circled with more need.
You dropped your head onto the back of your couch with a pathetic groan, eyes closing as you let the mental image take a better shape, using the sounds from the TV to help mold the scene for you and your faceless, imaginary lover.
You grunted and kicked off your bottoms and underwear, discarding them on the floor as you spread your legs, one foot resting on the cushion to allow better access as your other hand groped at your breast over the fabric of your threadbare tank top.
"Fuck." You cursed aloud to yourself, falling back into your fantasy as your fingers played with your wet, puffed folds.
Your lover would slowly slink down your body, his lips and tongue pressing on your skin until his mouth reached your hip bones.
He would kiss your clit before licking up your slit, his tongue teasing your entrance, tracing it before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves at the top.
You let out a heady moan, your toes curling as you held back the urge to plunge your fingers inside of you; for now settling on focusing your attention on your twitching clit.
You roll your hips in time with your hand, sliding your hand beneath your top to squeeze your breasts and roll your nipple between your fingertips.
Your lover would lick, kiss, nip, and tease you. He would rut his nose against your clit as his tongue--
Your mental fantasy bubble popped when you felt a very large, very warm, and very real hand slide down your torso, leaving a blazing trail beneath your skin in its wake.
"I sometimes forget how often mortals have these urges." The deep, raspy voice that the hand belonged to sighed out, his tone dripping with... disappointment? Boredom?
You snatch your hand away from your core and instinctively try to close your legs, to conceal your shame as the ancient being crowded around you, the dry smell of sand and spices assaulting your nose as his heat threatened to overwhelm you as he leaned over the back of the couch.
"K-Khonshu--!" You sputter, almost gawking as his bare hand slides to replace yours, his large, thick fingers spreading your lips and gathering your wetness on his digits.
"A rather needy thing, aren't you?" His voice murmured, almost a humored huff coming from him as his thumb circled your clit, sending bolts of pleasure jolt up your spine.
You bite your lip to stifle the whimper that wanted to come out; shame blending in an intoxicating cocktail as your very ethereal and otherworldly benefactor began to pick up where you left off.
"You were being so loud a moment ago." He chastised, his fingers moving very quickly over your clit, his mind focused on how the little nub was swollen and twitched beneath his grasp.
"Don't bother concealing it from me, now, you needy little thing. You're like a cat in heat, right now." You could feel his voice rumble through your, your bones trembling and the deep baritone vibrating your clit as your hand gripped weakly at his forearm.
Your stubborn pride told you not to, not to give in, that this was probably one of the most shameful things a god could catch their follower doing, but...
Most gods wouldn't participate, now would they? Surely, they would chastise you, or walk away and leave you alone to tend to yourself.
When you didn't comply, he grunted and pulled his hand away, your dripping cunt lamenting the loss of his warm touch; hips chasing him for more.
The characters in the movie long moved past the intense love-making between the protagonists. One of them screamed as they found the dead body of one of their friends.
"Disobedient little runt. I will not give you what you want so easily, especially not if you defy me."
The threat was cold, and... oh, fuck it.
"I--I'm sorry." You whimpered, your head dropping back once more, this time hitting the stiff bicep of his other arm he used to brace himself on the couch.
"Good girl." He purred, his hand once more resuming his cruel, blissful torture.
You hiccuped and moaned, rolling your hips once more, this time into the touch of another as heat bloomed low in your belly; molten lava creeping through your veins like thick molasses.
Your chest heaved as his other arm curled around you, his hand taking the soft weight of your breast into his palm, kneading the mound of flesh and pulling your nipple in perfect synchronicity with his other.
"Oh, ffuuuh--" You panted, your body caged from behind as the ancient deity whose age was beyond counting helped you rub one out on your dingey, shitty couch in the dead of night.
You felt your womb throb, wanting desperately to have something inside--
"Poor thing." Khonshu tsk'd. "Could you not find someone--something--to satisfy you? Here you are, rutting against my hand like it is all you know how to do. Pathetic."
You moaned louder this time, arching your back at the words he spat at you. You weren't one for this kind of dirty talk... but having it come from him had your head spinning like you had just gotten off of the tilt-a-whirl on Coney Island--but in a sinfully delicious way.
"Perhaps I should have left you alone. You seemed quite consumed by your little fantasy." He mused, his thumb pressing so hard against your clit that it had you seeing stars behind your eyelids.
"What were you imagining, little dove?" He rasped lowly, the dry, smooth side of his beak sweeping against you, feeling almost cool to your blazing cheek as you leaned into it.
"A nobody? Playing house with you? Laying you down in bed and devouring you like a banquet, perhaps?"
Oh, little did he know how close to the truth he actually was.
Or maybe he did know, and was using it to merely drive you over that mind-numbing precipice you wanted so desperately to fling yourself off of?
You could never tell with him, not when he was playing his mind games.
"I... Uh--ah--" You whine.
Khonshu's fingers pull up enough to slap your clit, the sudden feeling making your body jerk against him as the sound of your went cunt was heard even over the volume of your forgotten movie.
"I am reciting rhetoric. I will talk, and you will listen." He growls, his hand sliding down, his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers toy with your fluttering entrance.
Oh, you were so close, so fucking close. If he would just--
"I don't understand how mortals can function when urges like these are so strong." He sighed boredly, as if he wasn't currently fucking you with his hand, teasing your needy hole but not giving what you were truly craving...
"You are destined for more than a pathetic little house with a yard and a garden. You were meant to carry out my will."
That irked you, deep down. Yes, you knew attaining that very thing was highly unlikely for you, but he didn't have to insult you for fantasizing about being normal.
"F-fuck you." You managed to spit out, eyes crossing as they rolled back into your skull, your voice lacking the conviction and venom you wanted it to.
"You seem to be doing just that, my dear." He tipped his head to the side in a jerking motion.
He gave you not a moment to ponder his words as he hooked a thick finger inside of you, curving upwards and pressing hard against that textured spot inside your spongy walls, making you cry out and lift your hips off of the couch
"...In a manner of speaking." He sighed, pumping his finger in and out, paying extra attention to that oh so delicious spot within you, mapping out your very insides with methodical precision, quickly finding the method to get the best reactions out of you as your walls clenched down around him.
"Look at you, so desperate that you are letting me do this to you." Khonshu mocked softly, a chuckle coming from him as his fingers plucked your nipple and his palm ground hard onto your clit.
"Do you like this? Your god giving you such special attention?"
You keened, panting hard as your orgasm began to swell, each pulsing wave battering down the shores of pride and resolve you had struggled to build over the years of serving out the will of this... god.
"Ah... You are close, are you not?" He teased you, "Let's see..."
He managed to slip another finger inside of you, a groan actually rumbling out of him. You never thought you'd heard a sound like that from him.
But then again, you never expected him to finger-fuck you in your own couch before, either.
"You're tight, little bird." He growled, his voice strained as he scissored his fingers in and out of you, shoving you forcefully to the edge of the shores of your oblivion.
"When was the last time you bedded anyone other than your own hand? Months? Years?" He huffed, pumping them in and out of you rapidly, now.
You were so close you could feel the waters of sybaritism that you could taste the very petals of a lotus on the tip of your tongue.
"No wonder you have been so testy as of late."
Almost.
So close.
Just a bit more!
He leaned over, holding you to him almost like a child clutching a beloved toy; only it was far from something so innocent as you ride his hand like your life depended on it.
Your mouth open, your tongue just barely peaking over your bottom lip as you finally dove into the warm waters, silently waiting for the petals of a lotus to fall onto the wet, writhing muscle; drowning in each drop as your orgasm dragged you out to tide, drowning you as your god dabbled with your most intimate parts in such hedonistic fashion.
You were so lost in your post-coital haze that you didn't even register his hand leaving you until his body retracted; leaving you bereft of his warmth.
You turned your head in time, your eyes bleary, blood-shot and faraway as you watched him turn, toying with the sticky wetness coating his skin.
"Don't fall into this trap again, little dove." The god of the moon tells you over his shoulder, before disappearing in a cloud of mist.
But most certainly not before you had taken notice of the prominent bulge beneath his bandages and robes...
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if someone doesn’t write a toe curling, cheek clenching, coochie throbbing khonshu fic after todays episode… 🫦
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The Loyal Priestess || Khonshu x fem!reader
Summary: as a newly appointed priestess in Khonshu's temple, you hold a great deal of responsibility. On one night, the God of the Moon decides to visit his followers in response to their profound prayers
Warnings: smut (deflowering)🔞 & the body of Marc is being taken over and fronted by Khonshu
Word count: 3575
Author: Cass & Rouge
A/N: the green sentences refer to Khonshu's speaking
It's an ancient ritual performed mostly by high priestesses because it was a skill that took a lot of practice, but you knew exactly what to do and weren't afraid of doing something wrong. Being a newly marked priestess in Khonshu's temple demanded a great deal of self-assurance, skill, and interior renunciation.
You had the honor of leading the opening prayer to the god himself that evening. "Our Lord, hear us out," you began, head bowed and hands pressed together in front of a massive stone figure depicting Khonshu standing proudly with his staff in his left hand. "We have gathered here to seek your protection, our Lord, and your enlightenment."
Marc could feel cold, unpleasant creeps running down his spine, causing him to shake and hiss visibly. "What the hell was that?" He exclaimed, perplexed as never before.
Of course, Khonshu was there with him, unconcerned by Marc's remark. "My followers are praying to me."
"Followers? Praying? To you? Do you still have them?" Marc inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course I do, worm! Who do you think I am?" snarled Khonshu.
"Excellent. I was simply inquiring. There's no need to be so aggressive," Marc sighed and rolled his eyes. "I just hope they're over soon. I don't like the way it feels," the man muttered, uncomfortably rolling his shoulders.
"They will as soon as I acknowledge their presence."
Marc didn't have time to react before the robes encircled him and he swooped up into the night sky, going to the source of chanting. He didn't like what he saw when he landed. This was the temple. The one where he lost his normal life and self.
Candles and incense filled the room with a soft glow and the scent of olive and lilac. Few wicked baskets filled with things like fruits, dates and furs were placed on the stone altar.
Khonshu's followers in the chamber were humming an old melody that matched the words of your fervent prayer. "Our Lord, Master of the Night Sky, please listen to us. Send us your light and wisdom, keep us safe from evildoers. We're offering our modest sacrifices for you, our Lord."
"Modest sacrifices? That sounds intriguing, I'm curious what those are," a loud voice could be heard echoing off the walls. Khonshu entered the chamber in Marc's body, overtaken by the god; Marc's eyes glistened with white light.
All of the followers knelt and bowed their heads to the person who entered the chamber.
You were the only one who raised your head slightly to look the creature in the eyes; eyes gleaming with light that highlighted the god's nature. In the process, you bowed your head and knelt on the sand as well. "My Lord, we are honored that you have chosen to illuminate us with your presence tonight. Long live, Khonshu!"
The greeting was loudly chanted by the rest of the followers.
"Finally, someone who understands how to respect me," Khonshu hummed proudly, smiling at everyone. "However, I think I should punish you all."
Chanting ended as soon as it started; the silence filled the chamber.
You dared to raise your head up, looking at the man with glistening eyes. "Did we do anything wrong, my Lord? If yes, please, say a word and we'll do our best to fix the error."
Khonshu chuckled deeply as he approached you. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "You want to know what your blunder is? Where have you been all these centuries? I can hear every prayer, and it has been quiet for many years."
A cold shiver jolted your body to its core, and you began to wonder if calling Khonsh was a good idea. "My Lord," you said as you looked into his glistening eyes, "We'd been praying to you all the time, on a regular basis. We'd never forgotten you or your deeds, my Lord, and we'd always admired your wisdom."
He squeezed your chin between his fingers. "Human, don't lie to me!" He yelled. "I couldn't hear any of you praying for years! You've dared to arrive at my temple and now you're selling me a lie!"
"My Lord," you said quietly, trying not to aggravate the deity, "How could I lie to you in your temple? I would never do so. Some of your older priestesses have passed away, they were old and died of old age or were killed in the civil war going on," you elaborated. "My Lord, I and those gathered here tonight are from a new generation. Perhaps our prayers were not loud enough for you to hear."
"Maybe they weren't. You will all try to do better from now on," Khonshu demanded. "What about the offerings? I'm interested in what mortals like you brought me."
You waited for him to let go of your chin, and when he did, you went to the altar and pointed to the wicked baskets. "We don't have much to offer you, my Lord, but we'd like to give you our best. Our crops provide the fruits and dates, and our animals provide the furs. We also have the best wine in Egypt, fresh olives, and gold, all for you, our Lord Khonshu."
"That's all?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Some poor fruits and old wine?”
You bowed your head and knelt again. "This is all we have, my Lord. As I said, we can't offer you much more than our faith in you."
"And what do you think I'm going to do with it?" Khonshu inquired, looking at you. "I am the god! Not some pitiful, mortal being like you all or that meat puppet I had to use to see you. I'm not interested in wine or food."
You bowed your head even more, being afraid to look at the god. "Forgive us, my Lord. Please, have mercy!"
"You dare to refer to yourself as my follower? My old priestess, they were the ones who always knew what to offer!" Khonshu yelled angrily, his voice echoing off the walls.
A single tear rolled down your cheek; you were truly terrified with the god being angry with you. "Forgive me, my Lord. What can I do to fix this?"
He gave you a low chuckle as he looked at you. You were a lovely, little thing as for a priestess. He could make good use of his ability to gain complete control over Marc. "I'll tell you what I want as a gift, and you'll grant it to me."
"Of course, my Lord, I'm here to fulfill all of your wishes."
"Clean the altar," Khonshu ordered, waving his hand.
As he wished, you took all the baskets off the altar.
Khonshu turned to face the others. "Tonight, you all let me down. I have nothing else to say to you, worms, no blessings or encouraging words. Leave. Everyone except you," his gaze fixed on you again.
His strong voice echoing off the stone walls made you shiver once more as you watched your fellow citizens get up and leave with bowed heads.
You dared to look at God after everyone else had left the chamber except you. "Your wish, my Lord, is my command."
Khonshu was overjoyed. Finally, someone was listening to him and acting in accordance with his wishes. "I want you as an offering."
You tilted your head and blinked few times. "Excuse me, my Lord? You want me? In what meaning?"
"You good know. You seem like a smart girl."
Your brow furrowed. "Oh, Lord... I think I know what you're thinking about, but I can't give you what you want because I've never done those things before, and I don't want to disappoint you. We have a lot of lovely ladies, just say the word and I'll bring one over."
"I want no one else but you," Khonshu said, gently taking a lock of your hair between his fingers. "You are young and attractive."
"My Lord," you whispered and closed your eyes at the touch of his warm, calloused hand. "I see. Your wish is my command, but I'm scared of letting you down."
"You'll do fantastic, I'm confident you will, little priestess," Khonshu gave you his assurance. "Now. Remove those robes."
You nodded and began taking off your clothes. You began by slipping the sleeves of your long, beige gown, revealing your bare chest and round breasts. Second, you pushed the silky material of the dress down your body, allowing it to fall to your ankles. You stood fully naked in front of the god in human form with hesitation.
One of his hands boldly cupped your breast. "So soft and pleasant," he claimed as his thumb rubbed your nipple, which hardened within the seconds. "My precious, little priestess. Little, innocent thing, you belong to me."
You gasped quietly when his calloused palm cupped your breast, squeezing it. You looked up at the man with your eyes wide open, sighing. "Whatever you order, my Lord. I'm yours."
Khonshu nodded before grabbing one of the furs brought as an offering and tossing it over the stone altar. "Lay down."
You climbed the altar and did as he asked - you laid on your back, rubbing your thighs together, attempting to cover your breasts with your arms crossed lightly across your chest. As you looked up at him with sparkles in your eyes, your Y/H/C hair spilled over the fur.
Khonshu smiled and gently kissed your lips before moving the kisses to your neck and then collarbone.
"My Lord," you whispered lightly, your head rolled back a little, providing him with better access. "Can I touch you?"
"You can," he whispered into your ear.
You gasped quietly and put your hands to his arms, your heart beated faster when you sensed his tensed muscles under the shirt he was wearing. Soon, you moved one of your arms around his neck and begged him for another kiss.
"Little priestess, you're so needy. Your desires will be granted tonight," Khonshu hummed and gladly pressed his lips against your cheek, cupping one of your cheeks.
You shifted in his arms, giving the kiss back, letting your tongue slip past his lips, tasting him and imagining all of the things he was about to do to you.
Soon after, he drew back and began undressing himself before joining you on the altar.
You watched his perfectly shaped body, wondering if the man he picked for his avatar was someone random. If yes, Khonshu had a very good taste.
"Do you like what you're seeing, little one? I wouldn't choose a random mortal as my avatar," Khonshu reassured you, just as he would be able to hear your thoughts, and kissed your neck again, this time moving down to your chest and wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples.
You grabbed by the edge of the altar and arched your back a little, moaning at the feeling. With a little, hesitant smile, you nodded your head. "Yes, my Master, I like everything I see," your tone was nothing more than a whisper. "My Lord Khonshu, please."
"Please what? Use your words."
"I want you to..." Your voice cracked as you blushed hardly; realization hit your mind clouded already with overwhelming pleasure. "I want you."
"So now you want me? I was sure you're terrified of this. You're not anymore?" He hummed as he moved his hand down your body.
"I've never been so scared in my life, my Lord, but I trust in you, I trust in everything you do," you assured Khonshu, your cheeks flushed.
Khonshu moved between your legs with a low laugh. He picked your legs up and set them on his shoulders, then began to place kisses and bites on the inside of your thighs.
You moaned quietly, arching your back slightly and sucking your lower lip in. You initially felt compelled to run your hands through his hair, but quickly dismissed the thought as too daring. His lips on your thighs felt like a blazing fire, and you couldn't stop being vocal about how good he made you feel. "Please, My Lord, I need to feel you," you pleaded quietly.
He decided to grant your wish and gently sucked his lips around your clit, observing your reaction carefully.
Your back arched even more as a loud moan escaped your lips. Your hands slid down instinctively to meet his palms on your hips; you placed your hands on top of his rough ones. "I've never felt anything like it..."
His fingers intertwined with yours, squeezing your hand. Khonshu didn't respond to your words, but he continued to eat you like a starving man.
Your moans became louder; you barely could bear the tight knot forming in your abdomen. "Khonshu, my Lord, please, I want more!" You begged, holding stronger onto his palms.
"Is that so, my little priestess? And what do you want?"
You bit your lip. "I want to do this, but I've never... You'll have to guide me, my Lord."
"Do what? Use your words or I won't please you," Khonshu continued the teasing.
You propped yourself on elbows and looked at him; he looked perfectly sweet with his head between your thighs. "I want you to take me, my Lord."
He got off the altar and began to completely undress himself, tossing the pants and Marc's boxers to the side. Then he returned to you and wrapped your legs around his waist tightly.
Of course, you watched him with your heart beating fast and strong within your chest, like a tiny animal trapped in a cage trying to escape danger. When he removed his boxer shorts, his already rock-hard cock sprung free and stood proudly against his abdomen, making you blush and gasp. You did just what he expected you to do. With a moan, you pulled him into a kiss. "My Lord..." You whispered. "I'm all yours."
"Of course you are. You're my sweet, little priestess," Khonshu agreed, gently pushing inside of you so as not to injure you too much with his force.
You rolled your eyes back and let out a quiet scream mixed with a moan, your eyes close shut and you hissed at the sudden feeling of being stretched out painfully. "Ah!"
Khonshu smiled wryly as he observed your body's reaction to him. Your little whimpers and arched back were adorable. He'll definitely miss it once Marc is back in charge.
You wrapped your palm around one of his hands placed by either of your sides, then looked up at him, right into his eyes. "It.... hurts and stings..."
His palm moved over your belly and lover. "Hush. Just breathe, relax."
You followed God's instructions and went a little quiet. It didn't last long though - the pleasure and knot developing in your abdomen were impossible to ignore, igniting the lust in your soul. Your palm squeezed his hand, and other one wrapped around his neck as he kept on thrusting into you. Soon, you were moaning for him like all those whores you've heard about from your friends visiting public houses.
"You're a good girl. My dear priestess. You will be the only person to ever experience this," Khonshu murmured as he began to move his hips carefully while still stroking your belly with his calloused palm.
You looked at his face; the man whose body the god was using was dangerously handsome, with dark, brown eyes and fluffy, dark hair. "Kiss me," you whispered.
He couldn't say no to you, so he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your whimpers and moans as he quickened his pace.
With a loud moan and overwhelming dizziness, you rolled head back when the kiss broke and let him fuck you the way he wanted. You wrapped your legs around his waist to guide him deeper into your dripping cunt.
He continued to fuck you hard and deep, kissing you on the neck. "My tiny priestess. You're taking good care of your god."
Holding tightly onto his neck, you moaned loudly. "Can we, ah! Try some else? I want to be on top."
Khonshu chuckled proudly before flipping you both over so you were on top of him. His hands were pressed against your hips, squeezing the tender flesh.
You began rolling your hips, smacking them back and forth, resting both hands against his broad chest, quietly moaning whenever his cock hit the right spot within you. "It feels divine, so good."
"Good. Excellent work. Please me, little priestess," Khonshu praised you, moving his body slightly to match your movements.
You increased your movements, moaning louder and louder. After leaning forward, you placed your palm to one of his cheeks and kissed him deeply, your tongues dancing together in a slow, passionate dance. "I feel so full, it's unbelievable."
"This is insignificant. I will continue to fill you up, little human. You'll be so full of me that you'll never forget how it feels," Khonshu assuredly moved his hand to your clitoral region. He began to play with your bundle of nerves, watching your reaction.
Your curses filled the chamber; your head rolled back and your pace quickened. His clit teasing didn't help at all, it only heightened the sensation. With a loud scream, the knot in your abdomen ruptured, and incredible wetness floated down, coating his member still buried within your tight cunt. "Oh, fuck!"
Khonshu continued to praise you while thrusting into you in order to quickly fill your nice, tight cunt with his hot load. He used all of his strength to flip the two of you again, to pick up the pace even more, chasing his own release; he hadn't felt so needy and desperate in centuries. When your pussy was still clenching around his shaft rhythmically, his cock throbbed painfully, triggering his orgasm, and he spilled all of his warm seed deep into you with nothing but a curse rolling off his parted lips. ”Fuck. Fantastic. My precious, little priestess. You made your god happy."
You tried to raise your body to kiss him once again. The wetness in you was unbearable and you didn't really want to move to not get rid of the pleasant feeling of warmth and thickness.
While returning the kiss, he almost purred into it. His arm wrapped around your waist with a soft hum, his hand gently tucking some of your hair behind your ear, and he grabbed your chin to take one more good look at you. "You're a lovely, little thing. Even though it was your first time, you did not let me down."
"Did I do well, my Lord?" You asked in a soft tone, putting your head to his chest; his cock still buried in you. "You've made me the happiest person alive, my Lord. I'm grateful and I will never forget it. Can I just have one question?"
"What is it, my beautiful?”
"Can you take me with you? I will give my life to serve you in the afterlife."
"This isn't going to happen," he said simply, playing with your hair. "There are some things I need to take care of myself. Besides, I require the presence of my priestess here."
"My Lord, will I ever see you again then? Or was I daydreaming?"
"If you serve me well, priestess, I will visit you again, and you weren't daydreaming, I assure," Khonshu said as he kissed your cheek. "You are mine now."
"I've been yours since the day I was born, my Lord," you shivered, grumping quietly at the emptiness as he pulled his dick out. As quickly as possible, you put your robes on, gaze lowered to not bother Khonshu.
Khonshu slowly sat up and began gathering his belongings in preparation for dressing up. "Are there any more requests, little one?"
"How could I request anything from you, my Lord? Your wisdom and presence is the best thing that happened to me, my Lord Khonshu. I, your faithful priestess, will preach your word even harder."
"And this shall grant you my visit again," Khonshu's laughter spilled all over the chamber.
Marc awoke in his bed, perplexed as he had never been before. He was uneasy and felt bad in general.
He remembered going to see Khonshu's followers, but there was a gap in his memory. "Khonshu! What the fuck?! How come I can't remember anything!"
The god appeared, sitting on the bed, holding the staff. "We came across my followers, led by a dedicated, young priestess. What did you expect?"
"That I will remember a fucking thing!" Marc growled loudly.
"We took part in a little ritual. Don't bother yourself with that. Did you rest?"
"I guess," Spector muttered, rubbing his forehead. ”Shall I be worried?"
"Why?"
"I have no recollection of anything. Who knows what you did while in control of my body."
"Who do you take me for, Marc? Have you forgotten? Your body is mine, you agreed to that on your own."
"Still, you took control of my body and played with it like a puppet," Marc shrugged and flopped back onto the bed, slipping hands under his head.
"As I said, your body belongs to me. And if you only saw her," Khonshu said quietly to himself. "We'll get back there eventually. To keep my followers focused, I must remind them from time to time who they worship."
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It’s just you in your room and Khonshu shows up and pent up and wants to do something now. But is also upset (for whatever reason) so he makes you finger your self on your bed and just watches you while rubbing himself through his lines and talks you through it, then after your first 0rgasm he’s just suddenly right in front of you and begins too overstimulate you by fingering you and degrading you for listening to him so easily and calling you his dirty little bug🫶🤭
Take It
Pairing: Khonshu x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: SMUT, dirty talking, fingering, overstimulating, name calling (dirty little bug, slut, etc.)
Word Count: 2735
Summary: In a fit of rage, the god appears in your room while you're in the middle of reading. Used to this behavior, you don't act different until he orders you to strip. He's tense and needs release.
Author Note: I sent a screenshot of this to my bestie. The two of us were freaking out because this is fucking gold! Thank you for being my first ask on this blog! I'm glad to see you return as well
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Ao3
Air swirled harshly around your lax form reading on the bed. After the countless times the god has appeared in your room time and time again, you’ve grown accustomed to this. Your eyes don’t leave the entertaining pages before you.
A cold hand encases your bare ankle and yanked you closer to the foot of your bed. The yelp that left your lips couldn’t be helped. Your eyes snapped to the imposing ancient Egyptian god that stood your room. A glare was easily set on his tattered form. “What is wrong with you?” you snarked before shaking your head. “Don’t answer that. I know: it’s a lot.”
His grasp let go of your ankle. Khonshu, known for being the god of the moon, towered in over your form. Despite having no muscles and only cloth to make up his frame, he held himself tensely. His hands were balled into fists at his sides; shoulders slightly bunched up; and he just stood there, looking at you. As if one more wrong thing could send him into a frenzy.
It was a sight you were familiar with. Dealing with Khonshu was a full-time job that was unpaid.
Despite having a hate-love relationship with the dead bird god, that didn’t stop you from being concerned about him. The book in hand was marked then set to the side, on the nearby nightstand. You go to sit up on your knees when the god finally spoke up.
“Don’t move,” Khonshu barked, body growing even tenser. You turned your head to the side and looked at him suspiciously. The god took a step back and rested a hand on the end board of your bed. The walls of your room not tall enough to allow him full freedom to stand tall.
The metal creaked precariously under his massive, lithe hands. “Strip.” Your head jolted yet your thighs clenched together.
“Excuse me?” you sputtered with your lips parting afterwards. His hand tightened again. Khonshu took a step forward to further crowd into your space. His long beak surging passed any boundaries. The soulless, empty sockets of the skull of his head bore holes into your head.
“I said strip,” he growled, voice ringing in your head. The lump in your throat was hard to swallow. Your tongue darted out and coated your dry lips. “Don’t make me say it again.” Your whole body shuttered.
Timidly, you reached for the hem of your shirt before finding somewhere else to look at. The fabric was pulled over your head and tossed to the side.
Khonshu hummed. “Don’t stop.” Like the good follower of the moon god you are, you listened to his demands. The rest of your clothing is pulled off and thrown off to the side of the bed. He observed the entire time, enjoying the exposed skin you relented to him.
This wasn’t the first time you’ve been naked before the god. Like mentioned before, you had a love-hate relationship with him. Both sides of the coin included letting him use you for his own pleasure. A life you enjoyed with little complaint.
“Scoot back, up against the headboard, little bug,” he ordered and stepped back, hand leaving the end board. Timidly, you followed the instructions and used the pillows as a comfortable rest and barrier from the cool material. Throughout the times you’ve done this with him, you kept your legs closed with anxiety driving you. His never-ending gaze caused your heart to flutter like the wings of a bird.
The god himself sat himself down in the only chair in your bedroom, legs spread wide. His imposing frame purposefully taking in all the space it could.
One of his legs was jutting out while the other was bent at the knee. An elbow was perched on the armrest at an acute angle, wrist hanging loosely. His other arm hung loosely off the other armrest, palm touching his thigh. A relaxed form for the god who looked ready to tear into something less than two minutes ago.
His long beak tilted up and slightly to the side to show off his nonexistent throat. “Look at you,” he mused. If his face wasn’t stagnant, you believed a carefree smirk would be etched into his features. With his arm jutting into the air, he lazily wiggled his pointer finger side to side at you. “Open those legs for me.”
You bite at your bottom lip then let your legs spread open. “A sight for sore eyes,” Khonshu groaned and shifted his hips. You sucked in a quick breath at the sight and had to stop yourself from mewling at the move.
But the god noticed the way your empty pussy clenched and chuckled lowly. His voice continuously swirling inside of your head. “Touch your clit, little one.” This side of Khonshu wasn’t what you were used to but fuck, you felt your body heat up at it.
One of your hands drifted between your spread legs and pressed against your clit. It throbbed against your fingertips. You leaned your head back and started to softly rub circles.
“Did I say move?” Khonshu growled and leaned forward in his seat. You whined and gave the god a frown, hand stilling. “Pout all you want, slut. Only I get to tell you what to do.” The god scoffed and returned his relaxed posture from before.
With that same finger pointing in your general direction, he used two to show a spreading movement. “Spread more. I want to see every little flutter, every little throb.” You huffed but listened to him, letting your legs open further for his gaze.
A cool breeze drifted over your exposed moist labia. You shuttered, thighs tensing. “Poor thing, already getting wet all because of my words. Isn’t that right, little bug?” All you could do was nod softly. He dipped his massive skull. “Now, you may play with your clit. Go slowly, light pressure.”
Now with permission, you started an even pace. Your walls constructed for a moment at the new source of pleasure. You groaned and rested your head back against the headboard. It offered relief to the building lust in the pit of your stomach.
You knew what to do. The movements familiar and memory this long into your life. The way you flicked your wrist into perfect motion, albeit slower than you would like.
More of your arousal began shine in the low light of the room at the beginning of your entrance. “Stop.” In the haze of your pleasure, you didn’t realize he had even said anything to you the first time. “I said stop!” You jolted and removed your hand unwillingly with a mewl. Your clit flutter, demanding for you return to your former movements.
Slightly dazed, you eyed the god still in his chair, position barely even changed. The hand on his thigh had slide up further to rest close to where his thighs meets his waist. “With one finger, push into that tight little cunt,” he instructed.
Happily, you followed through with just your middle finger entering you. The simply yet obscene noise had you whining, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough. The god had ruined you since the first time he drove into you. You looked at him with sweet doe-eyes and silently pleaded for more.
“Hm, look how good you take it,” he groaned. His hand slid up only a couple more inches and cupped a lump under the wrappings that covered his form. It took you longer than you would have admitted to realize he was palming himself. Your walls pulsed around the finger buried into your soaked cunt. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
All you could offer was a mewl. The god tsked. “Use your thumb to rub at your clit and curl your middle finger. Find your g-spot.”
Instantly, you listened, desperate for whatever he allowed. Your finger curled deep inside of you and easily found that spongy spot. A shock of pleasure was sent up your spine to dwell in the pit of stomach. “Oh, fuck,” you moaned and used your thumb to draw tight circles around your engorged clit. It pulsed against your thumbpad.
Your jaw dropped with airily, breathless pants and whines. Clear, stick arousal freely drips from your slightly filled entrance and rolls down the swell of your ass cheeks before soaking into the bedsheets. Your other hand trembled on the mattress, gripping the blankets tightly.
Involuntarily, you couldn’t control your hips squirming, trying to add fuel to the growing embers. “Stay still, don’t move your hips,” Khonshu growled, voice huskier than before. You reopened your eyes and find the god rubbing at his clothed cock. It strained for release. You could imagine the feel of it. The head popping past your labia and stretching your walls to accommodate him all over again. The way the tip slammed against your cervix at each hard thrust, trying to fight every inch inside your smaller body.
The hand on the bed slapped against your mouth, sealing the whimpers beginning to spill freely from your loose lips. You locked your teeth down on a knuckle as the pleasure began to build further in the pits of stomach.
“Let me hear you. Don’t you dare hide anything from me, little bug!” the god snarled and was on the verge of leaping from his seat to tear your hand from your mouth. His free palm slammed against the armrest, balled into a fist. He continued to rub himself harder, using the heel of his hand.
Your unfocused eyes found the empty, dark sockets of his. The knuckle fell away to rest on your thigh. Khonshu growled and grabbed the end of the armrest righter. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Just like that. Look at all that mess. So messy,” he rambled and stayed leaning forward, ready to leap to action.
A strewn of whines and mewl filled the rooms vacant air as you grew closer, velvet walls tightening around your single finger. “Feels-“ he groans “-good doesn’t it?” Your toes begin to curl, legs growing taunt. “I want to see you, watch you come just at the sound of my voice, little one.” You do your best to keep your eyes on the tense god before you. Anything to please him.
“You going to come, sweet little mortal?” his voice echoes inside of your head, bouncing off of the walls. You rapidly nodded your head and couldn’t help but fasten your fingers, needing quicker movements. He doesn’t stop you, watching as your head pitched back with a cry of his name.
The soft, ribbed walls of your pussy constricted around your finger, locking down on the intrusion. They begin to flutter, like bird wings. You rubbed fiercely at that spongy spot just shy of your entrance, inside of you.
As the crescendo helped drag your mind back to the depths of your body, you felt large, lithe hands wrapped around your wrist. Your digit was pulled free, only connected with a clear strong of your slick for a moment before it was laid to rest at your side. A whine pulled free from your throat, eyes flickering open. You gasped at the imposing form of Khonshu kneeling on the bed, between your spread legs. “Khonshu?” you whispered his name after moments ago screaming it to his fellow gods.
He didn’t answer and cupped your sex, easily dwarfing it in his palm. Still in the downfall of your orgasm, you yelped but jerked your hips up to gain friction. His other hand entered your vision and took hold of your hip, now pinned to the mattress.
Two fingers prodded at your dripping folds before pushing in. Your head smacked against the headboard but the pain was brushed to the side. The digits press against your cervix before they were pulled out enough to touch at your G-spot only an inch or two passed your labia.
Pleasure filled your veins, turning your mind slowly into slush at the sudden stimulation. You were still trying to reel yourself in from the last orgasm. “You’re so wet, little bug. All just from me telling you to fuck yourself with your fingers. Such a dirty little bug listening to their god,” he purred inside of your mind. His voice velvet in the depths of your brain.
The hand that had brought you to your first orgasm shakily wrapped around his thin wrist for support. Khonshu continued to fuck you with two of his fingers, stretching you more than what any of your own digits could. “You take my fingers so well. I’ve ruined you for any mortal. You’re all mine, little mortal. All mine to ruin and dirty.” Your cunt fluttered again. “Such a dirty little bug liking me destroying you.”
You panted and tried to thrust your hips up for more, anything to drag his fingers deeper into you. “Please, Khon. More, more,” you pleaded the god of the moon, eyes hazing over, pupils blown wide. None of the iris able to peek through in the low light.
Khonshu chuckled, vibrating your mind. “Such a slut, begging for more.” This own thumb covered the entirety of your engorged clit and pressed against the sensitive nub. You gasped and shuttered at the tingling feeling overestimating your nerves. Your hand tightened. Khonshu scoffed. “You asked for it. Now, you’re going to take what I give.”
Once more, you clenched down on him. He gave a particular hard thrust of his digits into you g-spot that had trying to lift off of the bed. He just laughed then started to rub circles on clit.
The texture of the cloth that encased his body dragged across the sensitive flesh of your nub. You whined and attempted to pull at his wrist. But the god was situated where he wanted to be.
He continued onward and picked up a pace that had you squirming wildly underneath him. It was to the point he used his own legs to pin down yours to control your lower half. “You’re going to take what I give,” he reiterated.
The overstimulation created arcs of electricity across your skin, making your entire body not only feel alive but on fire. One of your hands clawed and fisted the bedsheets, desperate for purchase the closer you got to exploding.
Your nerves had been burned, filled with too much energy than they could handle. Like the pleasure, you consumed the pain all the same, wanting more. “Dirty little bug, letting a god ruin them, fucking them with his fingers.”
White blinded you as you screamed out a pathetic cry and arched your back. Khonshu did not stop. He used his fingers to draw your orgasm out as long as possible. Your nerves were lit on fire, burning fiercely just under your skin. They were being rubbed raw, bare for him to play with as he pleases. Your screams began to turn into whimpers and mewls. You fell flat back to the bed in heap of mush and ecstasy.
Khonshu finally relented when your body gave its last shuttered. His thin digits were pulled free from the depths of you used cunt. You twitched one more time. He held up his hand and spread his two fingers apart. They were connected at the tips by a clear, sticky string of your slick. “One of these days, I’ll take a mortal form so I can taste your sweet essence,” he muttered more to himself than the room.
Tiredly, you huffed through your nose and looked at him, eyes still dazed over. Khonshu leaned over and cupped your cheek in his clean hand. “You did so well for me, my little dirty bug,” he whispered and pressed the tip of his beak to your forehead. You smiled weakly at him.
“Are you going to tell me what had you in a tissy when you arrived?” you asked him in a soft voice and nuzzled into his palm. The god shook his head.
“Nothing you need to worry that pretty little head over. God issues,” he stated then reached over, pulling a towel hanging from end board of the bed. The god carefully used it to clean off the inside of your thighs and his fingers. He pecked your forehead again. “Till we meet again, my dear mortal.” Then, in rush of wind, the god was gone from sight.
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Kinktober Day 1- Dirty Talk
Pairings: Khonshu x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Dirty Talk obvi, Khonshu’s kind of a jerk, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, use of a vibrator/dildo
Word Count: 2300
Summary: The one where Khonshu never stops talking, even when he’s watching you get yourself off.
This is for my girl @ashotofspotchka because she listens to my rambles about literally everyone and everything but Khonshu’s been on our brains for months ❤️
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“What’s this, little bug?” Khonshu drawls, standing over your bed and the uhh….toy…you’d left there before bolting off to meet Marc for lunch. He was still Khonshu’s avatar, which partially explained the presence the Egyptian god held in your life, but not his current position in your room. You were friends with Marc and Layla, but until the giant bird man started following you back to your apartment regularly, you hadn’t realized you were friends with him too.
“None of your business,” you snap, tossing a blanket over the offending object. It was a little purple rabbit vibrator and you’d been trying to get off before your lunch with Marc and Bird-face. But you ran over on time, struggling to find the right angle and the right fantasy to bring you to completion. You hadn’t realized that Khonshu would follow you back to your apartment and see it.
“I’d be willing to bet you look like a goddess when you come,” Khonshu muses and you freeze. Coming from the average man, it’s just sweet nothings that he doesn’t mean. Coming from Khonshu, the Egyptian god of vengeance, he genuinely means it. There’s a sincerity to his words, he doesn’t mince them and he doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean. Unless he’s lying, but that’s another problem for another time. You’d found yourself attracted to the Bird-man the first time you saw him, feelings you couldn’t explain bubbling up in your chest. Marc like to tease you about your attraction to a primordial being, but only when he was sure Khonshu wasn’t around.
“Doesn’t matter, cause I can’t lately,” you mumble under your breath, low enough that the average person wouldn’t hear but Khonshu wasn’t the average person.
“Would you like some help?” He asks, his beak swinging in your direction.
“Can you…??” You ask, voice under as you glance down at where his crotch would be under his robes and not seeing a bulge there. His black eyes bore into you and you realize you just questioned whether or not he had a dick out loud.
“Can I…..what, little bug?” He asks, his tone sharp at the accusation.
“Do you….?” You trail off, hoping he’ll get the meaning of what you’re trying to ask.
“Do I……what?” He snaps, advancing on you a few steps. You should’ve known he wouldn’t make this easy on you. You challenged him and you were going to pay for it. You closed your eyes and just went for it, cause what other option did you have?
“Doyouhaveapenis,” you said so fast that it all became one word. Khonshu’s loud bark of laughter surprised you enough that you opened your eyes to look at him. He had one hand across his chest and his body was bent backwards just slightly as he boomed out another large laugh.
“My little worm, I am a primordial being, a god from the heavens. I can have a penis, as you so delicately put it, if I choose so,” he laughs again, almost putting you at ease. “But,” he starts and you feel your shoulders drop. “I think for your ignorance I won’t allow you to experience that tonight. Now, come show me how this little contraption works. I want to watch as you make yourself come,” he finishes, pulling the blanket off the rabbit and picking it up. He brings it to a nostril the size of your head and smells, inhaling your scent.
“You smell….like a goddess,” he drawls, tossing the object to you. “Now, let me see how you use it,” he demands and you find yourself staring at him incredulously.
“You…what?” You ask, dumbfounded and holding a vibrator. You’d always fantasized about having some sort of sexual relationship with the pigeon, but you never imagined he felt the same way.
“Would you like my assistance removing your clothes? I assure you I’d take great pleasure in it,” he asks, taking a few more steps in your direction. You scramble away, pressing yourself against the bookshelf in your bedroom.
“N-no. No. I-uhh. This isn’t a good idea?” You frame it like a question but you’re not really sure what you’re questioning, other than the idea of masturbating in front of a 3000+ year old god.
“You know I can smell your desire for me when I am around you, don’t you? Oh little worm, do you think I would have shown myself to you if I did not share similar feelings?” He asks, in a way that makes you feel silly for not realizing it. Layla said it took Khonshu nearly a year to appear to her, but only took you a few weeks to see him. You and Marc worked together and you knew about his ‘alter egos’. Namely, Moon Knight and Steven.
“An-and you want to watch me get myself off?” You ask, incredulous.
“I want to tell you how to get off,” he shrugs, like it’s the most natural topic of conversation. “Now, would you like some help removing your clothing?” He asks again, taking a few steps in your direction but you hold a hand up to stop him.
“I’m not sure,” you hedge, honestly. This sounds terrifying, as hot and satisfying as it might potentially be.
“What’s there not to be sure about? I find you attractive, you feel the same about me. I assure you that you’ll leave all of our copulations satisfied. There’s nothing to be unsure about,” he tells you and he’s so matter-of-fact about it that you can’t see any faults.
“So. You want me to just take off my clothes and masturbate for you?”
“If you hadn’t been so incredulous about my appendages, I’d fuck you, but since you were, yes. I’d like to see what makes you come,” he takes a spot in a nearby chair, gesturing towards the bed. You make your way over, still clutching the rabbit to your chest. Khonshu has an arm slung over the back of the chair as he motions for you to get undressed. “Come, little worm, show me the beauty under those rags,” he purrs and you can’t help but take offense to his words.
“These aren’t rags, pigeon-brain, they’re just jeans and a long-sleeve,” you snap, pulling the shirt off. The anger is just a defensive mechanism, you know that, but you can’t help but be annoyed at how rude he is sometimes.
“Anything that’s not the finest Egyptian linens is rags,” he tells you, tone matter-of-fact as you shuck your jeans. Khonshu leans forwards slightly, the pits he calls eyes drinking in your form. You think.
“You know, you’re more attractive when you’re not insulting me,” you snap at him, unhooking your bra and throwing it at his feet. His hands reach out like he wants to touch you, take the weight of a breast into his hand, but he stops himself before he makes contact.
“If you were my avatar, I’d dress you in only the finest clothing and jewelry,”
“But I’m not,” you say, dragging your thong down your legs. “So stop insulting my clothing.”
“I’ll take those,” Khonshu says, holding his hand out for the scrap of fabric. You sneer at him, yanking the fabric back to your chest.
“They’re not ‘fine Egyptian linen’, why would you want them?”
“I’ll bet they smell as delicious as your pussy,” he muses, not an ounce of annoyance in his tone. Much unlike your own. You weren’t sure what exactly about the god got under your skin, whether it was his arrogance or his attitude, but there was something about him. And as you were realizing, there was something about him that made you get naked for him. You’d undressed so angrily you hadn’t even registered it, but now that you were fully naked in front of a fucking god, you were shy.
“Don’t cover yourself like that,” Khonshu demanded as your hands came up from your sides. “I was right. You do look like a goddess. Now please, show me what you look like when you come,” he asked, polite for the first time that evening, hand still held out for your underwear. You toss them in his direction and he tucks them in the pocket of his pants, nodding his approval.
“You realize this is weird right?” You asked him, settling on the bed and grabbing the rabbit. “Like. This is super fucking weird. I don’t think we’re supposed to have this kind of relationship,” you babbled, doing your best to cover yourself without covering yourself.
“Do I need to gag you, little worm?” He snaps, finally fed up as he sits forward, his frame imposing. You heated at the idea of Khonshu gagging you with one of the strips from his bindings as you shook your head. You pick up the rabbit, rolling over to the bedside table to grab the bottle of lube you kept in there and drizzled it all over the dildo portion of the vibrator.
“I’ll bet your pussy looks good swallowing that,” Khonshu says and it shocks you. It shouldn’t, he’s a talker in every other aspect of your relationship, you should have predicted he would be in the bedroom too. “Come now, let me see what it looks like.”
You start to tease yourself, the head of the dildo swiping through your folds. The lube has made the motion smoother as you press it slightly into yourself before pulling back out. This was how you liked to get yourself off, working yourself up slowly, and then making yourself come relentlessly. You pressed the head a little deeper before pulling back out and Khonshu comments on it, of course.
“So you like to tease your pretty pussy? Hmm, I’ll remember that.” You ignore him again, pressing the dildo even further inside yourself, almost all the way in before pulling back out again. You pull the wetness from your pussy up to your clit, rubbing your clit with the head. You gasp at the feeling, not realizing how much you needed that pressure until now.
“Those are the sounds I like to hear, little worm. One day you’ll be making them while I fill you with my cock,” Khonshu promises, encouraging you to continue. Your fingers search for the button that turns the ‘ears’ of the rabbit on and you press it deep inside yourself. The vibrating ears hit your clit and you cry out, arching as the pleasure courses through you. Khonshu mumbles his enjoyment but you don’t hear him as you start moving the shaft in and out of your pussy, the wet sounds echoing through the room.
“You look like the goddess I knew you would,” he says, leaning forwards in the chair and snapping his fingers to make another lightbulb flip on in the room. “I want to see you clearer,” he tells you when you open an eye to shoot him a look. Your pace quickens under the scrutiny of the god and the ears are hitting your clit every other second. You feel the orgasm start to build in your belly, intensified by your audience, and you press in harder and faster. One of your own hands comes up to cup your breast, pinching and pulling at the nipple while you gasp. “Such pretty noises. I wonder if they’ll sound different when I take you,” and your pussy clamps down hard on the dildo at the idea. This is gonna be a ringer of an orgasm when it hits and you’re not sure you’ll be able to give yourself more than one without a small break in the middle. You kick the vibrations up a notch on the rabbit, and change the angle so it knocks up against the sweet spot in your core. Khonshu is encouraging you the whole time, telling you how pretty you look. “You’ll look even prettier taking my cock,” he promises.
Your orgasm hits with such force that your eyes slam shut and your hand loses its grip on the rabbit, but it stays in place, another hand holding it there. Khonshu’s on the bed, leaning over you, one hand holding himself up and the other pressing the rabbit deep inside you. The first one has barely ended before the second one begins and Khonshu is talking you through it.
“That’s it, my little goddess, you look so pretty when you come for me,”
“I cannot wait to feel what your pussy feels like coming on my cock,”
“You make the prettiest noises. Come on, come for me again,” and so you do. The orgasms roll one into another until you’re begging for him to stop, give you a moment to recover, and he relents. His beak nuzzles slightly at your hip, just enough for you to sense the pressure but not enough to be considered intentional. Your chest is heaving, pussy twitching with the rabbit still inside you, just turned off.
“Feel better, little worm?” He asks and you barely have the energy to roll your eyes at him. “Hmm, as much as I love when you fight me, I think I love it just as much when you’re pliant,” he muses, a finger running across your breast. You jerk, nipples sensitive from the overload of orgasms. Khonshu pulls the dildo from you and you hiss at the empty feeling. He cleans it with a snap of his fingers before he places it back in your bedside table along with the lube you used. He grabs a thick blanket from the end of your bed, covering you with it as he promises to be back.
“I’ll leave you to get some sleep, but I’ll be back for my own taste of you. Good night, my little goddess,” he says, nuzzling his beak against your cheek. This one feels intentional and disconcertingly domestic as he tucks you in and turns on the white noise machine. You’re asleep before he disappears from the room.
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Why do I want to be boned and manipulated by this fucking bird
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under our moonlight²
pairing: khonshu x reader
⟶ cw. age-gap (lol its khonshu), uni!au, avatar!reader, soft khonshu, smut
sypnosis: you are taken to the british museum for school and well, khonshu knows a lot about what's there.
⟶ wc. 3k
a/n: khonshu vibes over here! this chapter builds on their relationship before and after MC becomes his avatar. I'm looking for beta readers for this specific fic so if you're interested dm me!
part 1 // part 2 // part 3
Khonshu remembers the day he met you, the day he met his little bird. The day you died and were awakened by him again to serve your deity. It wasn’t a day you’d ever want to be reminded of, but of course every year the anniversary of your father’s death comes around and darkness surrounds you.
Beep. Beep. The beeps kept going, reminding your mother that you were no longer with them. Only an hour ago did a tragedy happen, a huge car accident on a forest trail, vehicles zooming at speeds that were unstoppable crashing through the forest trees cutting them in half before it hits you and your father─you had pushed your mother out of the way and completely ate the impact.
Khonshu watches in the small hospital room, surrounding you were your mother and other relatives that you never spoke of-mourning the loss of your father and the loss of you soon enough. You were in a coma, your head completely caved in and even if you were too awaken-your bones were crushed, you’d be completely paralyzed and have no memories most of your life─death would be a mercy.
Your mother was devastated, your family had all the money in the world and none of that money could’ve fixed you.
Khonshu pitied that thought, the thing people wanted, craved the most in the world - riches, cannot deny the fate of humans.
When your mother had to leave to let your family out past visitors hours it had come down to it, your mother was discussing her options with the doctors and the only option that was viable was to pull the plug and let you rest before your body would decay.
Khonshu knew he only had so long, “Y/n L/n.”
You woke up, strapped underneath piles of tubes and wires. Choking on your breathing tube you pulled it out, coughing out. The machine next to you beeps loudly, but Khonshu shuts it up with a flick of his hand.
You reached for the pain in your body, head wrapped and legs strapped in confusing contraptions. That was until you saw the large figure in front of you, a ghost.
You screamed, and Khonshu sighed.
“Rest your mind mortal, I am Khonshu.” He begins, seeing the horror in your face, “I am the Egyptian God of the Night Sky.”
“I know who you are─in writing but you don’t look like your drawings.”
You knew of him, he was grateful and pleased. Living in this world it wasn’t rare to see superpowers and weird things but you didn’t expect an Egyptian God.
“You are dying. Accept my offer and you will rise again as my Moon Knight.”
You breathed heavily in front of him, your small body shaking as you took in what was around you. Realizing that this was the only way, it didn’t take much for you to see your mother outside the door alone. You remembered the crash and knew what happened.
“Khonshu, what are the clauses of your deal?”
Khonshu was blunt and to the point, “You serve me and you live.”
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Your bed’s wet, sheets covered with your sweat.
“Nightmare?”
You sigh, rubbing your eyes, “Something like that.”
Khonshu sits on your window still, breathing in the night sky, “Let’s take your mind off of it.”
Breaking people’s faces with your bare fists definitely took the edge off. But it was only enough for the moment, you walk home on the streets of London hearing the chatter and screaming of drunk people at this time of the night.
“I’m going to get a drink okay?” You walk into a local shop and grab two bottles of wine, only maybe did you need two but hell, having an extra was nice.
Khonshu waits outside the shop as you come out, “Is it about your father?”
“Yea, it’s only been a year. I don’t wanna go to the anniversary, saying anniversary makes it seem like a celebration─”
“Call it a memorial, little bird, it is not going to be a party, I hope for your sake,” He interrupts but you appreciate it.
You walk home with him by your side, “She’ll call me tomorrow probably so can we take time off from Moon Knighting?”
“Of course, I would never make you serve me in such tragic times.”
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Khonshu watches you from his favorite spot, at the window next to your bed that aligns perfectly with the moonlight. He feels calm by it, and only observes the way you were crying over the film you were watching with the first bottle of wine nearly finished.
“I can’t believe he’s died!” You cried out as if Khonshu was even watching the movie or cared to understand what was happening in the film.
Khonshu hums looking back at the crescent moon, “It is a beautiful night.”
“It is but I’m sad!” You mutter, laying against the couch trying to fix your hair that had gone completely everywhere, “Do you remember every night Khonshu?”
“Of course, I am the God of the Night Sky, darling.”
“Do you remember the night that I died and came back to life and my dad didn’t? Do you remember picking me instead of my dad-”
“You were chosen for a reason, you were born to be my avatar - and no one else could take your place,” Khonshu cuts you off, his voice coated with passion.
“But why? Why did my dad have to die?”
Khonshu gets up, leaving his scepter against the brick walls. He’s next to you and crouches down on his knee cocking his head- allowing your eyes to meet with the void of his own, “You were supposed to die that day too, you are here now because of me. Fate is cruel.”
“Fate isn’t real.”
Khonshu sighs, “Fate is what you make it out to be, fate is the path you create and your fate brought you to me and you made the choice to come back to life - without you here your mother wouldn’t be herself and I wouldn’t have you in my life.”
“Uh─fuck, my mom’s a bitch, Khonshu, don’t remind me of her.”
He sighs again. He only spoke out of his heart so much knowing you wouldn’t remember most of it, but it seemed to allow you to open up about your own feelings quite a bit. He knew of the situation with your mother, after all, he was there the entire time.
Your mother had moved on within that year, dating a new man and it seemed like she was bound to become engaged within the month. It was disgusting as you would word it, it wasn’t like your father died from illness or they divorced, he was killed and your mother had moved on with her life with the excuse of, her not wanting to stay in mourning for the rest of her life. Which explains how you didn’t want to attend the yearly event about your father that was hosted by your witchlike mother.
It wasn’t long until Khonshu notices you sobbing uncontrollably, popping open another bottle before taking a swig of it. “My life would be a lot worse without you, Khonshu.”
“Well yes, you would not be alive my dove.”
You laugh, eyes still wet with tears, “No─no. I meant you make me really happy, Khonshu.”
If he had a heart, he didn’t know if he did or didn’t, it would swell. He felt a strange feeling a pump in his chest, his fingers tingled hearing such a heartfelt thing leave your pretty lips. Your cheeks were red from the alcohol and your eyelids were heavy, your lips curved with a genuine smile.
Never in his life, had he felt like this about an avatar. His little bird had pulled strings in his soul enough to completely change the way he thought about this devotion-based relationship.
His wrapped hand reaches out for your fluffy hair, brushing your hair back out of your face. The little contact pushes you back against the cushions and your head fell against the soft material causing your eyes to shut completely. You didn’t even notice him caressing your hair, down to your cheeks - his eyes unable to keep themselves from lingering onto how your shirt fell off your shoulders. His large hand pulls it up, thinking you may be cold─definitely not because his eyes would lurk further and further.
“My dove, sleep well. You’ve got a rough week to get through but I will be alongside you like always.”
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You wanted to pound your head against the table, listening to your lectures about non-sense. They were discussing your options for the next assignment, doing jewellery design was more of an impulse choice and just to make your mother happy as you didn’t even want to go to university.
They mentioned stuff about attending galleries and museums to collect data and inspiration, most importantly they were offering a class trip to the British Museum.
You tapped your feet as you spun the pen in your hand until you notice him standing next to your lecturer, and the pen drops against your sketchbook. You are needed, my avatar, we must prevent the death of many by this useless war.
You had to squeeze through your classmates and even though probably no one was looking at you, it felt embarrassing to leave the lecture before it finished.
“I can’t believe you’re pulling me out of class!” You whisper yell, rushing down the steps to get outside before Khonshu could take you to the destination you were needed.
Khonshu scoffs, picking up his staff and walking alongside you, “You must be confused, little bird. You are firstly my avatar then secondly, anything else.”
“I just wish I could, you know, attend class and be normal for even a day?” You mutter.
He cocks his head, “You are able to do such things but protecting the lives of others is the price you must pay for the gift I bestowed upon you.”
“I know, you remind me of that too often.”
“And you complain about the clauses too often.”
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It was already the day of the museum visit and were excited to break out of your school, work, and home routine, not including the Moon Knight stuff.
You’ve never actually been to the British Museum even though it was only a couple of tube rides away. You were going with your class and all plus you were all paired up to go around the place, you assumed it was a sort of attempt of making students make friends.
“You better behave today,” You mutter, getting on the coach that would take you all.
Khonshu scoffs, outside of the coach only watching you through the window, “You are off to the museum that houses stolen artifacts from tombs and temples, some of those items belonged to me and my fellow deities. Surely, you would want my very intuitive commentary on what you are to look at, would you not?”
“Sure but, I want to be normal today? Okay.”
You sit in a window seat and the other seat was soon occupied, “Uh, wait─”
“Hey,” The guy from work the other day, for some reason his name was not ringing any bells, “It’s Thomas or Tom.”
“Oh sorry, I forget people really easily.”
Tom laughs, “It’s okay, I thought you’d call me or text but I guess I was just hopeful. We could still be friends, right?”
Friends? Who does this vermin think he is to be sitting next to you without permission. Khonshu's rough voice scrapes your ears and you couldn’t even hear what left the other guy's mouth, you only smiled and nodded hoping he wasn’t asking anything too serious.
“I’m your partner for today, if you’re wondering why I’m here.”
You gape, “Ah, alright. That’s cool.” It was cool, he seemed like a nice guy and he was your age so hopefully, you’d have something to talk about.
I recommend you break his windpipe before he slobbers all over you. You sighed, looking away from Tom and whispering, “Don’t be so dramatic.”
“Sorry?”
“Hm?” You pretended as if nothing had happened.
Tom smiled, “I thought you said something.”
“Oh might’ve been my headphones.”
You are making me lose my patience, crow. I will not let this stand, you will not be able to withstand my wrath. The coach shakes as Khonshu uses his powers to make the winds move. You try your hardest to ignore him but the death bird gets closer and practically tries to shove his head through the window glaring at you. Fuck, this was going to be a great trip.
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“Khonsu─”
“What?” You whip around as if you were exposed.
Tom points at the hieroglyphs, “That’s apparently Khonsu, depicted as─a pigeon?”
A Falcon, little bird, correct this man before I correct the way his head can rotate. He lurks behind you, watching your every move like he always does.
“I think that’s a falcon,” You say, doing as Khonshu would’ve liked.
Tom hums, squinting his eyes at the hieroglyphs again, “Looks like a pigeon.”
“He really does─” You had to stop yourself before you said something too personal, you laugh it off and pretended it was a part of the conversation and moved on. Only to look behind your shoulders to see a rather displeased-looking Khonshu, his head tilted downwards as if he was looking at you over his non-existent eyebrows.
“More about this Khonshu, I’ve barely heard of this guy.”
You shrug, holding onto your tote bag, “He seems cool though, a moon god.”
“Yea, they’ve got a lot of stuff about this God, he doesn’t seem very popular.”
Khonshu scoffs, this child does not know what he is talking about. He seems ignorant of the Ennead and the Deities that form it.
“I don’t know much either, to be honest, I only learned about him recently.” You say, replying to Khonshu indirectly hoping to be on some sort of common ground with him because knowing this relationship he’s bound to complain all night.
“Khonshu means Traveller─”
“Hm, might have something to do with him guiding the travellers of the night sky.” Tom looks at you with shock, surprised that you knew that information. If only he knew you helped Khonshu guide those travellers, that would be a real trip.
Tom chuckles, “You are brilliant.”
“Thanks.”
You are brilliant, little dove but this boy is getting on my last nerve. Khonshu hisses. He’s right next to you now and you look up at him but it looks like you’re looking at the tall scripture.
“So, is it true? That you mark the passage of time, with the moon, and with that allow new life to be created. After all, we learn in astronomy that without the moon the world would go out of bounds, natural disasters, animals would perish and plants would die and we would run out of food and also die?” Your eyes are glued to his. If Khonshu could smile he would but he would never tell you that. Yet, he nods, impressed.
“Woah─that’s cute how you talk to the image of Khonshu as if he’s really there,” Tom places himself between you and Khonshu unknowingly, “You’re really passionate about this stuff, huh?”
“Oh,” You laugh, “Yea, something like that.”
My dear, without the moon you wouldn’t be able to experience those autumns you love so much. Without the moon, there would be no seasons and no life. Khonshu spoke, his words were soft and lush.
You smiled, at Khonshu, not Tom, and your eyes glimmered, “That’s beautiful.”
“Yea.” Tom says. Khonshu wanted to bash his staff into this kid’s skull, for interrupting your moment with him.
You snap out of it, looking at Tom for once, “Oh─what?”
“You said that was beautiful,” Tom points at the scripture that included a painting of Khonshu, a human form of him.
You tap your head, “Yea duh, sorry, I literally zoned out.”
Tom doesn’t mind, brushing it off easily before moving on to the other displays. You walk behind him trying to catch up to the rest of the group as well, but not before asking, “Hey, you have a human form right?”
Sometimes, only sometimes. Khonshu replies.
That surprises you, “Sometimes? When is sometimes?”
Sometimes.
Your eyes land on something very shiny and pretty so you take out your phone and snap a photo of it, feeling the cold air whoosh behind you as you see Khonshu’s beak come into view from your peripheral.
Hm, he’s still here. Khonshu murmurs.
“Who’s that,” You look towards Khonshu but Tom answers because to anyone else you were just talking to the only person people can actually see.
“That’s a statuette of Ra, apparently, at least I know something,” He laughs, “He’s the God of the Sun.”
“Hm, is that Khonshu’s sworn enemy or something?”
Tom shrugs from the other side of the glass, “I would think so.”
Khonshu breathes heavily, you met his gaze asking for an answer with your eyes. Yes, Ra and I do not get along, after all the moon and sun are complete opposites.
“So you hate him?”
Yes. I hate him.
“Me─I don’t know him but being a God of the sun sounds cool.” Tom was actually getting a bit annoying now, somehow you enjoyed the museum with Khonshu a lot more than another human being and it seemed Khonshu despised Tom as much he despised that sworn enemy of his.
Shut up, vermin. How many times is he going to think you are talking to him when clearly you are speaking to me. Khonshu growls, trying to bite off the guy’s head.
“Not everyone can see you, Khonshu.” You whispered.
Khonshu hums, “Good, I only want to be seen by your pretty eyes.”
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Kinktober Day 4/7
Size Kink with Khonshu
Marc's sibling
Yn x Knonshu
Warnings: sex, mention of death
Marc was your brother. You grew up as him being the closest thing to family. You were only about 15 when your mother died so Marc had taken you in. Seven years later you were now 22 living with Marc while you go to school and start making money to eventually move out and pay off school. You had known of Khonshu but you had never seen him until now. All of the sudden you had started to see him in the corner of your eye. You decided not to tell your brother about it because he was very busy and it felt wrong to stress him out. You go to your room deciding to ignore the common sightings of the Egyptian God. As you lay into bed, you feel large hands wrap around your waist, flipping you onto your back. You looked up to see Khonshu staring right at you. You look into his eyes with a hint of fear as he rubs your hips. He starts to take off your clothes and you looked at him with a pleading look. As if he read you mind he shook his head yes and revealed his dick. Your jaw dropped as you looked at his 9 inches. He smiled, playing with your hair as he put his cock in your mouth. You gagged as you curled your toes and started to suck him. As he came into your mouth, he grabbed your waist flipping you around. He then shoved his cock into your whole, stretching you out. He slowly moved, eventually going faster and faster. By the time he finished you had come twice and was very exhausted. He used his powers to clean you and gave you pajamas with a style similar to Marc's suit. He tucked you in, disappearing after as if nothing happened.
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The Arm of a God (And Other Things)
Khonshu x Fem!Reader
Summary:
You take a week-long hiking trip alone, despite the warnings at the lodge from experienced hikers.
But were you truly alone?
No. Never.
The bears and mountain lions were the least of your concerns. In fact...
They never were to begin with.
TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, PiV sex, unprotected sex, size difference, reader is a size queen, needy(?)Khonshu, creampie, ngl it's a lot like the dude's a god and like 9 feet tall I refuse to believe every part of his anatomy isn't proportionate to the rest of him, like he has a breeding kink?? God of fertility hellooooooo
MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME
Taglist: @drinkingwithkhonshu @gingersforeverbox @manque-damour @nikkivenomized
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"Look, kid, no offense but..." The older man replied to you, his thick, bushy eyebrows pinched with concern for your well-being, "It's dangerous out there if you're alone. And compared to a bear, you're a small snack."
You smile at the old man, briefly taking in his far more rugged appearance. He looked every part of a human grizzly bear; large, imposing, muscular. He could probably take an actual grizzly bear in a bare-knuckle fight and come out even. He was an experienced hiker, a man born for the wilderness.
His concern for you was sweet. Compared to him, you were a tiny porcelain teacup; clean, and fragile. Sure you looked that way, but you trusted yourself and your abilities.
You looked small... but you weren't helpless. And you never had to worry in any of your travels.
"Thank you for your concern, but I'm covered." You chuckle sweetly, tapping the pendant around your neck. It was a small stone, scribbled with some sort of symbols, a crescent moon featured most prominently.
He squinted his green eyes at the necklace. He obviously couldn't understand what they said, but he understood it was some sort of religious object.
"Look kid, god can only do so much if a brown bear raids your camp in the middle o' the night." He says, clicking his teeth.
"Trust me. I got my bear spray, a good taser, a machete..." You begin listing off your protective items, some of which were bullshit. Most of your items in your pack were food and other important supplies.
He seemed impressed once you were done, stroking his thick beard approvingly. "All right, I s'pose. But since you've checked in here, there's a policy you tune into the lodge's frequency so if anything happens, we can come get ya."
To show how serious you took his advice--even if it wasn't needed--you pulled out your radio. It had about a 30 kilometer radius. An expensive purchase, to be sure, but a nice one. You tune it to the frequency he tells you and look at him as you clip it back to your pack securely.
"Anything else?" You chirp.
"Nope... Just... Be careful. The weather can get kinda crazy further up the mountain." He grunts.
You turn, giving a playful salute as you do, dragging deep into your lungs the air of the mountains after a fresh morning rain.
You weren't afraid for what the night brought. Not at all. But you knew that you've never had to be afraid when the moon rose.
Not when you had faith.
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You'd made good progress, only having to stop and rest a few times throughout the day, free-climbing a few boulders here and there, and to check your map. Your destination was an old burnt-down mansion that was destroyed in a bad storm sometime in the 1920s. So, over a hundred years ago.
Nobody really knew about them or bothered to find them because they were so far off the beaten path, but you marked your trail to find your way back. If you even got lost in the first place.
The first time you found out about this place was a small article written by a backpacker who explored forgotten ruins on YouTube. Yeah, they aren't as exciting as climbing a pyramid down in South America, but to you they were. You adored finding them and exploring them, touching pieces of recent history that were forgotten far quicker than ruins from thousands of years ago.
And when you found them, you tossed your pack down and did a happy little dance; they were amazing! The walls were made of river stone, joined by concrete and held up merely by their own sturdy construction. Some of the walls had fallen due to time, but you could easily make out a few old windows and doorways. Every inch of the ruins was covered in moss, shrubbery, and old and young trees embracing what was left.
You'd even climbed an old stairway you found in the back for fun; it may have led to the worker's lodgings, or.... hell maybe just another entrance to the second floor.
But now, the sun was gone, and you'd set up camp in the middle of the ruins, where a small pond had formed thanks to a depression in the ground. Perhaps the remains of a basement or cellar that had caved in due to the fire and passage of time.
Your fire crackled as you let your water purifier do it's job, your clean water dripping into your canteen with a steady "drip, drip, drip".
You finished off your pre-packaged meal--a nice packet of spaghetti and meatballs with some extra protein powder thrown in--and was now letting it settle, laying on your plush sleeping bag as you stared at the night sky, the moon fat as it hung from the stars; your fingers brushing and caressing the small pendant around your neck.
"I am not surprised to find you in a place like this." A heavy voice echoed off the stone walls.
You sat up on your elbows and lifted your gaze, smiling as you spot him--a large, lithe figure perched casually on the ruins, the light of the moon illuminating the eerie bird skull in place of his head.
"You know how much I love doing this." You remind him.
"Yes, I know." His voice said softly, his body moving in a blur. In a moment, he was standing above you.
You crossed your arms behind your head and grinned up at him. "It's been a month... Having fun with your Moon Guy?"
"My Moon Knight." He corrects, moving to sit next to you, laying his staff down on the remnants of the stone floor, little bits of grass and foliage peeking through the crags.
"Yeah, yeah." You snort, turning to roll on your side to grin at him again, resting your head in the palm of your hand.
"So... Read on the internet about some crazy shit going down in Egypt. And... It felt like you were gone. What happened with that?"
"Ammit and her cult. My Moon Knight and Taweret's Avatar stopped her. My Fist killed her Avatar." He said slowly. "And for meddling with the heavens... The Ennead imprisoned me, briefly."
You sat up fully, shocked by this news. "What? H-how... Why did--"
His fingers brush your lips to silence you, the touch feather light but enough to cease your speaking.
"It is settled, now. Don't worry." He says to you gently, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his warm palm heating your skin while his thumb brushes your cheek.
You close your eyes and sigh, frowning at him. "Damn you, old man... Don't worry me like that again, or I'll kill you."
"Of course. I wouldn't dare incur your wrath." He chuckled.
"Damn straight you won't." You sigh; his hand moved down your throat to encircle you, flattening on your upper back to pull you against him so you were astride in his lap.
You slowly slide your hands up his bandaged chest, feeling his heat bleed through your skin and warm you to your core. Your fingers toy with the large crescent moon fixed to his chest, brushing his flowing robes off to the sides.
"You are a force of nature," He hums, his other hand sliding down to completely encapsulate your ass and pull you tighter against him.
"One I have come to appreciate far more after my imprisonment."
You chuckle and watch as the strips of linen as soft as a moth's wing fall away into wisps of mist, leaving his almost searing hot skin bare to your touch.
His skin was a lifeless monochrome, ashen color, but it wasn't lacking in life at all, far from it. You could feel his godly heart thump in his chest, feel his muscles twitch as you touched him.
And already, you could feel the hard length of him pressing against you, swelling and twitching as it came to life as well.
It felt like his arousal flooded into you, spreading through your core and riling you up. You could already feel yourself soaking through your underwear, a dark stain soaking through your pants.
Sometimes you wished he could come to you at home; or in a motel room at least, so you can wear something nice for him, some lingerie or...
His fingers brushed your lips once again and he tapped them twice, signaling for you to open.
You obey silently, letting the soft pads of his index and middle finger part your jaws, caressing the muscle of your tongue, your eyes locking with his own eyeless gaze.
A rumble comes from him, and he groans as you roll your hips against his erection, the want and heat almost burning you inside and out.
One of your hands shoves down to undo your belt and unbutton your pants, and Khonshu withdraws his fingers from your mouth and almost dizzingly fast, his hand was shoved into your underwear, toying with your swollen clit.
You moan softly, your own small hands gripping at the gold collar on him for stability as one of his large fingers dips into your tight hole.
He grinds his palm into your clit as his finger curled and pressed against that overly sensitive spot on the walls of your cunt.
"Tight..." Khonshu growled, his other hand rolling your hips in time with his other hand. "You need to relax for me, love."
"T-Trying..." You pant, feeling the cool texture of his smooth dry beak caress against the blazing heat of your cheek.
"Hmmmh." He sighed and retracted his hands from you. "Get undressed. I need you to lie back."
You scramble off of his lap, watching his throbbing length bob eagerly as you peel your clothes off of you, lying back on your sleeping bag, spreading your legs for him to see every inch of you that was ready and waiting for him.
He had been gone for a month, and you knew on some nights, even when he wasn't there with you physically, you knew he would watch as you'd touch yourself to thoughts of him. No mortal man could ever compare to the love and carnal touch of a god, and he always felt a pang of guilt when he had to leave you for whatever duties he had.
But your reunions always ended this way, heat, lust and sheer want for companionship. You had started praying to him when you felt other religions didn't do it for you, finding that you being the wanderer that you were, would find more solace in prayer to a god who protected those like you.
And you certainly didn't expect to catch his eye, let alone capture his heart the way that you had.
His hand rests on your knee, thumb caressing the bones beneath the skin as he leans over you. He couldn't kiss you, but you always made sure that was never a problem, even now, as you tipped your head to place a soft kiss to the smooth side of his beak.
"Fuck--" You groaned, dropping your head back onto your travel pillow when his other hand rediscovered its place against your weeping sex, his thumb rolling small circles over your engorged clit while his other two fingers glide over your entrance; the muscles fluttering in anticipation of what was to come.
You squirm with impatience as each swipe of his fingers only serves to ignite a hotter flame burning low in your loins.
"Khonshu." You breathed.
When you said his name like that, it was always sweeter than any offering or prayer he has received. More uplifting than knowing his works uproots evil to protect the innocent, more delicious than watching Ammit and Harrow die at the end of Jake's gun.
"Just a bit more." He tightly reprimands, his other hand squeezing your knee to remind you to relax.
"You're such a damn tease." You whine, wiping one of your hands down your face, biting your lip and gripping your hair as his fingers inch slowly into your tight, hot hole.
Another deep, rumbling groan comes from him as he feels your body grip him like he was your reason for breathing; dragging, squeezing, pleading for him to just take you already....
But he wouldn't--couldn't--until your body had adjusted enough for this to be pleasurable for you as much as him. He was larger than a human man, and he knew your body was fragile compared to his.
Of course, he always felt smug and prideful when he acknowledged the fact he probably ruined you for any mortal man you may decide to bed one day. Because, honestly, now.
What mortal man can compare to a god in both love and in the bedroom?
You arched your hips up off the ground with a moan, whimpering out his name when his fingers curled upwards. But by bit he could feel your muscles ease up around him, your sweet body becoming slick and welcoming.
Sometimes he would get so mesmerized in how your body reacted just to his fingers that he neglected his cock entirely in focus on you.
He could feel your gummy walls press down on his fingers, fluttering around him as he pumped and curled them inside of you, fingering you open so you could take him fully.
He said your name so softly that it crackled like dry leaves on the wind, and you had to lazily drag your eyes open to look at him, the moon and stars shining above and behind him.
He was beautiful, in his own macabre sort of way...
Oh, if the Ennead knew he was fucking you, you both would probably be in heaps of trouble. But you always figured "bring it on" because you had some choice words for those bastards if you ever had the chance to meet them.
But those were thoughts for later, right now you were focused on your impending orgasm as his fingers scissored inside of you, pushing you closer and closer to that peak so when he pushed inside of you with his cock you wouldn't hurt (or bleed, as that has happened before when the two of you got overzealous).
And of course, right as you were about to cum, your whole body electrified to the point you actually thought you saw sparks in your peripheral vision... Khonshu pulled his fingers free of your wanting body.
You practically sobbed in frustration as your climax was taken from you so abruptly. It was a favorite thing of his to do to you; edging you like he does. But you knew it was for more selfish reasons than anything else.
He leaned over you, bracing his body on his forearms as he gently brushed your head with his beak--his closest approximation of a kiss--and you felt something warm and wet drip onto your belly.
Sparing a glance down, you pant softly as you watch the faintly glowing fluid drip from the tip of his cock; the very tip of it flushed the tiniest shade of pink on his otherwise colorless body. Maybe once upon a time his skin was a different color, but in his exile, it has become so dull.
"Are you ready." He grits out. More a statement than a question, really, as he knew your answer beforehand. But it was important to him that you never had any reservations.
He would not take without first receiving consent from you, without giving.
He was not Set, after all.
"Please." You breathe, reaching out to touch his cock, fingers brushing along the silky soft skin, smearing the precum over the tip with your thumb; earning a delicious groan from him.
He grunts softly, nodding as he lets you guide his weeping cock through your slick folds and to your hole.
It was always breath-stealing, the moment he pushed into you, his thick girth spearing you open and filling you so full you swore he was buried in your guts.
You kept your hand low, feeling him as he slowly slid further inside of you, a hiss coming from him. You were relaxed now, yes... but still so tight because of your comparative sizes that it knocked him off kilter; your heat enveloping him so welcomingly as though he was coming home again.
"K-Khonshu!" You hiccuped, your eyes rolling back into your head as you felt him fill you.
Khonshu's leg moves, pushing your thigh and nudging your legs open for him further; the both of you making low breathy sounds as your body squeezed him instinctively at the action.
"I'm... going to move, now." He snarls, reaching down to caress your thigh as he pulls back, your body desperately clinging to him, begging him to stay inside.
Your nails claw at his arms as you grit your teeth, sweat beading your brow as you feel him slide out inch by torturous inch before rolling his hips back into yours, filling you up almost as quickly as he pulled away.
"Oh--oh--" You whine, barely able to speak or form coherent thoughts as Khonshu starts arching his back and rolling his hips at the right angle to make your brain turn to mush.
The first time he had you, you thought you actually died. He had you ride his fingers until you couldn't move, and then he had you pinned, still thrusting his hand inside of you, coaxing and caressing your muscles to allow him entrance.
You did bleed, of course, because of his size. You'd had human bed partners, yes, but none compared to him in any way. You'd probably never be able to look at a human cock again and get as excited as you did when Khonshu teased you.
Oh, how strange it was... Gods often looked down at mortals because of their fallacies, not unlike their own in some ways... But lifetimes ago, the Old Gods of Egypt kept close relationships with their mortal followers. Of course... None had gone so far as to lay with them like Khonshu had done with you.
You'd tried to tease him, the first time you got intimate, that you were his first.
That's when he proved to you that just because you were his first human, didn't mean you were his first bedroom partner.
The way he made love to you was ethereal, almost entirely unreal. It was so good that sometimes you thought you'd dreamt it.
"Khonshu, I'm..." You moan, lifting your hips off of the ground to meet his thrusts as they picked up speed.
Khonshu watched you, his eyeless gaze boring holes into you as he studied your face, as beautiful as the most detailed works of art in human history as you came undone around him, soaking his skin as your body pushes every wave of your climax out.
His pace faltered, and he collapsed back onto his forearms as your legs locked around him, digging into the taut muscles of his glutes as your orgasm nearly knocked him senseless for a moment.
He gripped your sleeping bag tight in one hand as his pace quickened, desperate to taste his own release that threatened to swell up inside of him.
"Almost." He says, his voice wavering.
"Do it." You moan loudly, dragging your nails down his back desperately.
"Hrr--you--" He moaned back, his other hand moving back to grip your thigh so tightly you'd be feeling the bruises for days onward, even in his absence.
"Please."
"You... are... always... so... greedy." He snaps out with each thrust of his hips, the sinful sound of skin slapping skin and your cries filling the ruins.
"Is--Is it really being greedy if you--you want to--want--" Your voice breaks apart as he angles his hips up, his cock throbbing and twitching inside of you as he pumps you full, the sensation of being so utterly stuffed enough to push you into your second orgasm, forcing out globs of his glowing seed around his cock as he fucks you through both your orgasms, riding our your highs together in a blissful, mind-numbing spiral.
You were vaguely aware when he pulled his cock free of your body, barely grasping at the threads of consciousness as he looked down at you, his thumb pressing into your lower belly as he watched his divine seed drip from you.
He half wondered, if maybe you would get pregnant. Wondered what kind of child you would bear. A demi-god, surely, but what kind? In his pantheon, the children of their parents rarely shared the same aspects. Save for some overlapping connectivities, that is...
He could almost see your belly swell, nice and round... And felt something tug deep within his chest, a drive to see if this little thought bubble could burst--to see if his imagination would be a reality and bear fruit.
But, of course... His mind was dragged to the forefront of reality when your shaky little hand caressed the skull that was his head, your eyes drowsy and satiated as you smiled up at him, your god, your protector.
Your lover.
As he laid next to you, he curled your body with his and watched as the last embers of your fire burned away, leaving you only haloed in the soft, silver rays of his moon.
He couldn't believe he ever found you
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Hiiii I lovee your story’s I just want to ask if you can do a part 3 to “Spare key” ? I will understand if you can’t, but I love the story so far!
oh my love. this series has 2 more parts before it makes an unexpected twist…
ANYWAY
current series i have up on my blog
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but trust when i say another jake lockley series is being started and this time we stay completely solo
and a khonshu solo series is also being started
anything else you’d like to see turned into a series let me know! any series ideas please throw them my way.
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𝓓𝓪𝔂 8 - A Concept Of Desire || Khonshu x fem!reader
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Summary: In the wake of centuries of longing, Khonshu realizes that the girl who works with his avatar, Jake Lockley, is responsible for rekindling his hidden desires.
Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v, hair pulling)
Word count: 1757
Author: Rouge
A/N: the prompt for today is: Hair Pulling
orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish
The concept of desire was defined as a psychological force that ultimately fabricates a need, a craving, or lust, most commonly and aptly associated with a sexual longing.
Khonshu's situation was no different. He could say with great certainty that nearly all males have experienced this torment. The unbridled desire for sexual pleasure ran through his veins. A burning sensation in Khonshu's stomach, a reminder of the hunger he could not satiate, the thirst he could not quench. Khosnhu sometimes felt woeful - he always thought he was above the basic human instincts, the primal needs that people eagerly sought. Yet there he was, engrossed in his own desires, centuries old longings still unfulfilled.
As you walked into the bar each week to meet Jake Lockley, 8 pm - his nostrils flared, his pulse soared - physiological reminders of Khonshu's desires and cacoethes.
This week was no different, Khonshu was at the bar, invisible to all but Jake. The week was like all others that came before, that evening was no different; but when you and Jake locked eyes like you did those many moons ago, the fire in Khonshu resurged - he was never to have you as you were just a mortal being, but he couldn't deny his inner desires, burning himself like a blazing fire, his imagination running wild as his glance moved along the curves of your figure.
You were a smaller woman, you were perhaps 160 centimeters tall, but the heels you wore were so deceptive - and Khonshu realized with astonishment that he was quite attracted to women of smaller stature.
The shoes paired perfectly with your seductive black, garter leg wraps. The tight leg straps highlighted your healthy skin, your perfectly toned legs flowed into a stunning red-velvet corset-dress that hugged your bust and curves perfectly. He looked up at your matte, red lips; your smoky eyeshadow highlighted your beautiful Y/E/C eyes, which transported him to a place of ecstasy, a realm of euphoria. In a way, it was as if you had fallen from heavens and reminded mere mortals what it would be like to be sculpted by the Gods. Beauty is, and forever will be in the eye of the beholder, Khonshu reminded himself.
Khonshu knew that lust could last for months, years, even centuries. In spite of this, his passion seemed to have been brewing for only a few weeks, five, maybe six - when his mind was torturing him, he lost track of time. Despite not brewing for that long, his concoction of lust was explosive and effervescent.
Thoughts of the good, the bad, and the naughty whirred through Khonshu's mind as a sense of controlled panic overcame him as he finally locked onto a more clear-cut image in his own subconscious and plunged into his own imagination as he remained trancened by your hypnotic gaze.
If Khonshu were mortal, he would love nothing more than to sink his inquisitive fingers, adventurous tongue, and plump lips between your legs.
With his venous and vascular hands, Khonshu would stroke one of your breasts, kissing the trail from your navel to your abdomen. Besides twirling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he would wrap his lips around your other nipple, flick it, and swirl your areola clockwise with his tongue. After incorporating some teeth, Khonshu will continue ascending towards your neck. Your hair would be brushed aside in a loving and caring manner. Khonshu would nibble on your earlobes while moaning and whispering in your ear; sweet nothings and dirty talks echoing in your ear canal.
Taking another deep breath, Khonshu reabsorbed himself into his vivid imagination once more after a brief lapse in concentration as he listened to your conversation with Lockley about yet another target. The god was thinking about the morning after.
It would be heaven spooning you. His cock would be squeezed between your legs tightly due to its stiffness and fatness.
You would send shivers down his spine as you scratched his abdomen with your velvet, red, and freshly manicured nails. During the time that his lips would feel comfortable on yours, the veiny ridges on his cock would stimulate your pussy, allowing your tight, little, sweet-nectar slit to do its job and coat his hardened shaft with your slick wetness. Khonshu would gently pull back your hair, a good clump in his tight fisted hands; he would tug at it harder and harder if you didn't protest. The stout lips of his mouth would trace the back and side of your neck as he kissed you, once again whispering sweet nothings and dirty teases - what he was going to do to you, how he was going to enjoy you and your gorgeous body.
Khonshu would detach his hips from you after a while to angle his body to tease the slit with his swollen cock, already glistening in his pre-cum. In slow motion, his digits would explore every curve around your waist, rubbing your clit occasionally as well. "Do you think you deserve this?" Khonshu would whisper softly into your ear. Determined to get as deep as possible, he would pick up your smaller frame and throw you passionately onto the bed again. While your legs rested over Khonshu's broad shoulders, he would kiss down the inside of your thighs. His one hand would be placed at the base of his shaft, angled downward to push his cock inside you slowly, while his other hand would be placed on your clit to rub it gently.
He would push deeply into your pussy, then trace his fingers up your neck, wrapping them around it possessively, before leaning forward to change the angle of penetration and pushing even harder. He would reach up and grab a handful of your hair. By wrapping it around his hand and holding your hips in the other, he would drive his dick into your waiting pussy. After pulling out his shaft, he would slap it on your pussy lips, which would elicit a grunt from your parted lips. A delicious, wet echo would emanate from Khonshu's hefty cock in harmony with your beautiful slit.
Khonshu would then turn you over and push you to your knees. Pushing your head into a pillow, you would try to muffle the whimper of pleasure as he again slipped his length into you. Khonshu would lean forward to yank his arm around your waist, to play with your nipples, as his torso rested on your arched back. In the process, he would grab your hair and pull it tightly into a ponytail, causing you to roll your eyes while a moan escaped your lips as he pounded into your pussy from behind. Khonshu would pull your hair harder the harder he thrust. You would try to escape the position for a pleasure so primal and intense would overwhelm your body, setting a knot in your abdomen that was so tight it was only a matter of time before it snapped. You would be drawn to Khonshu by his hand in your hair, hardly tugging. “And where do you think you’re going, Y/N?” He would groan angrily. “Better be a good girl and stick your ass more to me, otherwise I’ll have to rip your hair off.”
His lower torso would smash into your magnificent arse as he grasped your hip tightly with one hand. He would use his hands not only to compliment each thrust and pull you in deeper, but also to create red handprints on your ass. Khonshu would pull at your hair and spank your ass occasionally. Whenever you tried to lay your chest on the bed, he would tug on your ponytail, urging you back into a position that would allow him to penetrate deeper into your pussy.
The urge to release his load would tighten his balls and make his cock twitch.
Your moans would become louder. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" You would plead.
Having no choice but to obey his desires, the dam would be broken and his cum would be released; his seed filling your pussy, dripping from your body when he pulled his cock out.
After the intercourse, Khonshu would cuddle your face against his chest.
Khonshu's reverie was interrupted by Jake's thick accent, "Khonshu? Are you even listening?"
The Egyptian God of the Moon tilted his skull head slightly, looking at Lockley. "Could you please rephrase that, Jake?"
As Jake frowned, he put his hand on his gear lever as the idiot driving in front abruptly braked. “Por Dios, ¿y ahora qué te pasa?”
Despite not even intending to reply to Jake, Khonshu asked simply, "What was your question again?"
After Jake parked the limo in front of his apartment, he turned off the engine and placed his arm around the headrest of Khonshu's seat. "I was wondering if it would be okay if Y/N stayed here for a day or two. Since we're working together on that guy, it would be easier, you know, ol' bird."
Khonshu poked Jake with his beak on the shoulder. “You can trust me when I say I have no objection to Y/N visiting us, my friend. She might stay as long as she needs to."
The frown on Jake's face deepened; he could not persuade Khonshu to let him bring a girl into the apartment for a date or just a friendly meeting. The situation is dangerous, more for her than for us, Khonshu would argue.
Jake pulled the keys out of the ignition switch, asking, "Since when are you so willing to let extraños into nuestro apartamento?"
Khonshu shrugged his shoulders in response, exiting the car quickly. "If we want to deliver the vengeance soon, we've got a lot of planning to do."Jake watched the tall, lanky figure enter the apartment and disappear into the darkness. A smile spread across Lockley's face. In spite of being Khonshu's avatar and not much else, he knew things. It was little known to Khonshu that Jake was able to sense god's true, hidden feelings, especially those that were so intense.
The smirk on Jake's lips did not fade as he stepped out of the limo to join Khonshu. In order to complete the job, Jake was willing to do whatever it took to lure you into his apartment. In addition to planning, this was also a way of releasing Jake’s own male greed. Perhaps Khonshu would also be able to make use of his hidden lust.
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Suck
Pairing: Khonshu x Reader
Warnings: SMUT, throat fuck, rough, possessive Khonshu, he uses your mouth, oral, masturbation, blow job, dom/sub. Let me know if I missed any!
Word Count: 1919
Summary: You're a working person of socitey. You go to work and come home, hopefully to see Marc and his looming bird god. Today was different. You return back to your apartment. It's dark as you strolled into the bedroom. Nothing amiss until you feel eyes on you. It's Khonshu. Sitting in a chair, watching you, cock in hand. Oh, what will this god do to you?
Author Note: I should probably publish these when I finish them or else they stay forgotten in Word for me to stumble upon. Whoopies.
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THERE IS SMUT BELOW. DO NOT ENTER CHILDREN
Your small backpack that held your wallet and other valuables plopped onto the chair next to the door. A deep sigh escaped your lungs as you took off your shoes.
The apartment was quiet and still, undisturbed throughout the day. Marc hadn’t crashed the place yet. Which means, him and Khonshu weren’t done with their mission. You huffed at the new information and strolled further into the place.
Even though it was night and dark, the full moon shined through the curtains and lit up your path into the kitchen. First thing first, water. A cup was filled with said liquid and down your throat it went. It was still sore even days after your last encounter with the moon god. How was that still possible? With a sigh, you placed down the cup and walked towards your bedroom. You needed to get your uniform of. It stunk from the restaurant you serve at.
As you stepped into your room, it was dark but you knew the exact pathing needed. Your shirt was pulled over your head and tossed to the side. The black pants you wore followed the same path. Shedding yourself of these items felt amazing. You’ve been busting ass at the restaurant and getting a lot of tips in return. To be honest, even the mangers have been recognizing the hard work you’ve put in. It’s made you happy to know that.
Especially after that whole ordeal with Ammit and Khonshu that dragged you from your comfy apartment to Egypt. How in the world did they mange to get you there? You will never know. But that was something you’ve never wanted to experience again. The god you cared for has promised to you that will never happen again. Hopefully he can keep his word.
Right as you were put on some nightwear, someone’s gaze was on you. Immediately you perked up, pupils blown wide and scanning the room. It’s not like there’s much space in here to hide in. The moon helped shine some light down on the other side of the room.
Over on opposite of you sat a familiar form. A metal crescent moon shining lowly as the moon’s light casted over his frame. Khonshu’s beak tilted up towards your standing, almost naked body. “I didn’t even have to ask you,” he purred.
His arm slowly moving finally caught your attention down. A heated blush covered your face at the sight of him. Khonshu continued to drag a fisted hand up and down his exposed dick. Out of reaction, you tried to hide your covered breasts and vagina from his gaze. “What in the hell are you doing?!” you gasped and back into the dresser behind you.
This was far from the first time he’s seen you naked and vice versa to you. Yet it was the situation that made you act this way. What was he thinking?! Man, how did you not even notice he was there? You should probably work on that.
“The worms can handle themselves. I came to see my little one,” he answered, voice low and seems to vibrate the air around you. God, you loved his voice no matter the situation. He sounded so beautiful as he spoke. Khonshu leaned forward in his seat, hand still moving while his other arm rested on his thigh. “This cock isn’t going to suck itself.”
The blush that was consuming your cheeks started to creep down your neck. You yelled out his name in warning but could feel a heat starting in your belly. “Ah, keep saying my name like that.” His hand speed up for a few strokes. “Come here, bug.” Khonshu’s voice hardened, now ordering you to listen to him.
“B-but-but, I…” your voice died off as your eyes were trained on the god’s movement. They refused to look anywhere else in the room. Even the carpet wasn’t interesting enough.
God, the way he just sat there, exposed without a care in the world. He’s so smug, confident about his movements. Careless to be honest, in your mind. You should probably listen to him but your feet were rooted in their spot, unable to follow his former order. And he saw this and wished he could smirk physically.
A sudden gust of wind shoved you forward. Just enough for him to use his free hand to grasp your neck and force you onto your knees. Your eyes were blown wide at his action but you couldn’t escape. The god was on a war path.
The carpet bit into your knees, possibly giving you burns yet that was the last thing on your mind currently. Now, Khonshu peered down at your form between his legs, a firm hand on your throat. Bless the Afterlife, he could just come right then and there at the sight. Your eyes wide and cutely staring up at him. Bottom lip dropped just a hair and plush. The god may not be able to kiss you but he’ll make your lips red and swollen. “Khon?” you whispered his name.
“Suck,” he growled gravelly and yanked you forward, face pressed against his leaking dick. He didn’t want to waste his first load of the night. As much as he loved to cover you, he prefer to fill you. It didn’t make which hole, though he might have a preference towards your cunt.
With one last gaze up towards him, you leaned forward. The god stopped stroking and held the base of cock up for you. Your tongue touched right above his fingers and dragged up. Fuck him, gods. He was going to come just at that touch and the way you looked. So prettily and handsome. So exposed. Just for him. All for him. His.
His hand around your throat switched to the top of you head and grasped all the strands of hair possible. Pain shot through your scalp as Khonshu forced your mouth up and around the tip of his cock. “I told you to suck, worm,” he spat and shoved more of his cream-colored penis in.
Your throat burned at the intrusion then the panic started to set it when he didn’t move. No new oxygen reached your lungs, causing them to ache with depresration.
The limb around his length moved to his thigh and rested there. His long beak stared down at you. It was easily felt, the smugness that rolled off of him in thick waves. You tried to make a sound when your lungs began to burn for the need of oxygen. Yet, nothing could sound from you.
Tears began to prickle the corner of your eyes as you stared pathetically up at him. The sight to him was beyond gorgeous. Your lips stretched wide around him, the tears, your pupils blown wide. If only you could stay this way all the time… Maybe, he should take you to one of his temples and mark you there in his own place. Such a good idea.
When the edges of your vision began to blacken, that’s when you had to pull back. With three taps on his thigh, the god immediately released his sturdy hold. He watched as you yanked your head back and heaved oxygen back into your lungs, head bowed. Khonshu reached down and used a single finger to tilt your head up at him. Your bottom lip was dropped and covered in saliva and probably his precum. Yet, he saw the depresation in your eyes and smirked to himself.
Khonshu was quick to rewrap a hand in your hair and force you back into your former position. This time though, he began to move your head up and down his length.
Pleasure spiked up his spine and seeped into his old, weather bones. Praise himself. This was better than anything he’s ever done with any other being in his life. Nothing could be even compared to your small, maulable mouth and throat sucking him. You were going to milk him dry.
It wasn’t long before he felt that familiar heat blazing in his stomach. Khonshu grasped your hair even tighter, causing you to moan at the pain. Tears falling down your cheeks now. The vibrations raced up his cock. Bless himself, he was going to come.
And you knew. It was a talltell sign by now. His little noises that he doesn’t even know he makes. The minute growls, grunts, and even whines. The way his hips stuttered, body starting to tense at what was the enviable. Both of you knew there was no stopping it. He was going to get what he wants.
“Li-ttle bug,” and that, that was his nail in the coffin sign, “I’m going to come. Don’t you waste a drop. You know what will happen if you do.” With clothe hands, they can still sting.
You placed both of your hands on his thighs and worked with him to the best of your ability. The position and height made it a little difficult. When he would hit the back of your throat, sliding down it, you clenched the muscles there. What he would describe as you strangling him. Not that he minds one bit.
After working with him for a while now, there was no need for your hands. He can slide down your throat with little resistance. So, you let your hands wander up and stroke up and down his stomach, It was a strange senision not to feel any muscles moving underneath wrapping.
Khonshu’s head flung up, hand forcing you all the way down without warning. Any cries that would’ve escaped were stuck. The god twitched in your throat as the deepest of groans rumbled from his chest. Your name somewhere in the vibrations.
When his hand relaxed enough, you were quick to puil off and sucked in needed air once more. Your throat was sore, lungs burning but it’s something you would do all over again just for him. You moved your hand to his cocked and started up a slow pace. The god’s head snapped down, hips stuttering up into your grasp. He saw the growing smirk on your red face.
Once you weren’t panting like a bitch in heat, you sat back up and stared up at him. He could see the gears working in your head. “What are you planning, little one?” You were up to something.
An answer wasn’t verbally given. Yet, you leaned forward and licked a stripe up from the base. Khonshu grunted, hands fisted on his thighs. You little worm.
Before he could do anything, you wrapped your lips around the flared tip and sucked. He got what he wanted, so he’s got nothing to complain about. Khonshu felt like his very being just left his physical body. The only sound he could make was a choked gasp. His hands flew to the couch as he grasped the fabric there. Your name flying from him.
All you did was hum nonchalant without relenting the force. Khonshu was ready to explode at the overstimulation. Then, he finally shot his hand out to the back of your head and pulled you off.
A loud pop sounded. Your head was tilted back and made you look the god in his nonexistent eyes. Just by how much he took up in the room, you knew you were in trouble.
“You just signed your death wish, worm.” Oh shit. All you could do was pray to any other god listening for help. Not that any would come.
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To Be Loved or Feared
Rated: M
Word count: 607
A/N: an idea for if Cupid's Curse!reader banged Khonshu pls sir i gave u smut let me go
Warnings: Khonshu just him he's the warning
It all started with a question: "Do you miss being loved?"
Banishment has been unkinded to Khonshu; helpless, rotting away, forced to watch over a world he no longer recognizes.
"It will be brief."
Of course a love Goddess would offer him the emotion he closed off long ago. An emotion he has few and far between felt towards Marc Spector, a broken little boy he calls his son. Twisted by mortal standards, Khonshu values him greatly and there will be no other like him. High praise coming from him considering he has many avatars when he returned long ago from banishment.
"I have no need of it," You stare up at him, "Use it on someone else." He turns away ready to disappear when he stops. A scent is different from usual ones you trigger others' smell, their concept of what desire smells like. He is of incense, the ones often burning in his temple, his hand's grip on his staff tightening as you move in front of him. Your eyes are pink and bright, "For a moment, allow me to provide you succor. You deserve one moment of bliss, Khonshu."
This body, Marc's body, is easily taken over when he is not aware. So he uses it for this moment of succor you offered him.
"Do what you wish, minx. I do not have all night."
"Thank you, I promise it will be worth it. Now rest your weary bones, center yourself to this point, open your heart."
Khonshu has tasted mortal flesh before in his youth as many arrogant young gods before him. He played with the honey and nectar, he sometimes thought about it but never fondly. When you touch him, touch the mortal body, everything is… Blissful. The ability to see things through rose colored glasses is dangerous, you only use it for those near death or to protect the minds of children. Using it on Khonshu to temporarily free him of the burdened thoughts and anger he holds within him.
He reaches up from where he lays, the magic dancing around Marc's eyes.
"Relax, relax, don’t fight it." You disrobe yourself and the body of your lover. This is not something you would be doing if not for speaking to all of them about this. It was a flat no until you explained the benefits. Khonshu has been on edge and tad more ruthless. You want to free him from the hold of bloodlust and have him once more remember he protects not always kills.
He touches you at his leisure, with skilled hands, your body responsive to his touch; he is completely thrilled by your powers as you touch him through the flesh he possesses.
"Little bug," He sits up then pushes you down to lay under him, "Your tribute to me is most appreciated." You go to give your thanks only to find yourself gasping and moaning, the God quick to play with as he has seen Jake done many times. The boy does not know to control himself when it comes to you it seems. Not that Khonshu can blame him, as you whisper the God's name is the sweetness of voices. He can nearly envy Aphrodite for having such a faithful avatar as you with the lovely voice, he wouldn't have mind hearing you pray to him. Might have indulged him in you as he is doing now.
"Say my name."
"Khonshu, Khonshu, oh, there please, your worship!" You are here to give into every whim he wishes, to give your love to him, to satisfy him for as along as the moon is in the sky.
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Out of all of the gods in the marvel universe
I want to fuck the one with the bird head
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KHONSHU IN A SUIT FROM THE COMICS??? YES PLEASE.
Lord, I can go on an entire NSFW rant about him.
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under our moonlight¹
pairing: khonshu x reader
⟶ cw. age-gap (lol), uni!au, avatar!reader, soft khonshu, smut
sypnosis: khonshu feels a certain way about his young avatar
⟶ wc. 1.8k
a/n: hii i couldn’t stop thinking about khonshu so here it is!! this was posted first on ao3 and will be onwardsss. the italics means khonshu is speaking inside your head whilst if dialogue means he’s actually talking outloud but of course only you can hear him anyways but for plot its what it is for now!! the structures kinda broken idk it uploaded weird but hope you enjoy!!!
part 1 // part 2 // part 3
It wasn’t very easy to focus on writing this essay that you had due tomorrow, especially not if you had left it last moment and definitely not when you have a dead pigeon scowling at you as you ignored him.
His voice boomed through your head every second you had any thought of your own, he just kept interrupting all the focus and thoughts you had.
I’m serious, we must make haste. You sighed, rubbing your head. You continue to ignore him. You cannot ignore me all night, you are my moon knight, this is our deal.
You groan, throwing off your headphones against your couch. The music that could be heard from it echoed softly, and the bird looks at it with a tilted head.
“Couldn’t we just halt it for one night? You told me I could still live a normal life, this is a part of that normal life you promised me.”
Khonshu, the skully bird that you owed your life to scoffs, “Even if this thing you call an education of yours is a part of your normal life, the expectations of an avatar bestows it, above all else, you must devote yourself.”
You can’t roll your eyes much more, staring at the god who barely fit his head in your small apartment. He crouches slightly, his head nearly hits the roof and his staff is held at an angle. His cloak and bandages flow through non-existent wind, it is rather distracting.
He seemed unwilling to budge, you were used to it.
“Fine, can you wait thirty minutes?” You bargained, “Just thirty, okay?”
The God sighs, Sure, but do not make me wait much longer.
Khonshu practically breathes down your neck the entire time, down to every last second. The bird didn’t know much about personal space.
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The next day you felt awfully sore, your body was so goddamn sore. The ceremonial suit healed enough of your body but you couldn’t stay in it long enough, you were too tired and fell asleep. Now you were at your early shift working in a small cafe, having to put the brightest smile on your face right now as you mopped the floors.
“Right,” Your manager walked by calling out your name, “We’re one short today so you guys are going to have a handful of work, they’re on the board so, that’s all I have for you.”
Great, seems like a lot of people were calling in sick this week and well, taking their goddamn holidays at any sign of sunlight but then again, people do take advantage of England's lack of sun but fuck, an indie cafe on the streets of London was bound to be popular, especially as a niche shop with barely any seats. It didn’t matter much, most people just take their drinks to go─for some reason even though it would be much cheaper and faster somewhere like Costa but maybe it was the cute cup sleeves.
“Well fuck me,” Your shift partner groans, she leans on the top of her broom, “Hopefully they don’t ask us to work overtime, again!”
You laugh.
“Surely wouldn’t be a bad thing, I thought you enjoyed working?” You said jokingly.
She places a finger on her lips, “Hush, I only say that to impress him.” She was referring to the manager that had just come by, she did after all have the hugest crush on him.
A presence behind you couldn’t ignore, why was he here? Right now. You turned to face him, trying your hardest to not yell at him right now, no one else sees him but you and well, you didn’t want to seem like a crazy person.
“Khonshu, I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t come to my job.” You whispered to yourself, knowing he could hear you. The dead bird hums, looking around the room with his huge head bouncing about. His heavy feet and staff against the ground could only be felt and heard by you. His bandages wrapped around your arms slightly as he brushed past you to stare at your friend.
His beak almost touches her, and she flinches when he teleports back towards you, “Huh, did he just turn the ac on? It’s far too cold for ac today.”
“Maybe?” You answered quickly feeling uneasy, confused as to what Khonshu was trying to do. “I’ll check.”
She thanks you as you basically run off towards the counters, pretending to press buttons on the touchscreen heat control. Hoping that the God that has you wrapped around his fingers would come too.
“What are you doing?” You asked, looking at him as he leans against the drinks station, brushing his fingers against the coffee machines.
Khonshu hums, his voice echoes out of his throat, “I was curious as to what my avatar gets to in the daytime, the time I never see her.”
You sigh, placing a hand on your hips, “I work, Khonshu. It’s either work or school, do you think I go around selling drugs or something?”
Khonshu sighs, “No.”
He’s direct, but quick with his words even though a lot of it was vague and confusing to you. A ding signals a customer and you pushed past his large frame, the cold and wrapped up body burned under your warm touch but you didn’t know that only he felt it.
Khonshu watches you. He watches his small avatar do her mundane tasks. His large body leans back on the counter, he sees you from behind as you served a customer. A young guy, your age, and attractive. He smiles for far too long, and practically giggles as you spoke.
You asked if he wanted any cookies or cakes, and he smiles asking you what you would recommend. Khonshu recognized this pattern, the flirting that all his other avatars had been through, experienced, or done themselves. This happened a lot to his very beautiful avatar and you always turned them down but for some reason, Khonshu felt a discomfort watching you smile and play along with his vile intentions.
Little bird, give that man his coffee before I make him drink it through a hole in his stomach. He sees you flinch, you turn to scowl at him and he feels good about it. You did as he said, taking the man’s money and making his drink as the man stands and awaits his drink.
You moved back to take the coffee grinds and put them in the machine, smacking Khonshu’s thigh as he was in the way which made the God move but he still stays sat, his large beak brushing some of your hair. Must he stand and watch your every move, I will take his eyes and feed them to your rat back home.
“Khonshu, he’s just waiting for his coffee, a lot of people just stand like that and he asked for takeaway so he’s not even staying here,” You glare at him, “And Luna is a cat! Not a rat.”
That cat looks like a rat, I cannot believe you named her after the moon even though she is a disgusting creature. Khonshu grumbles. Gosh, you weren’t going to argue with him right now about your cat. You knew that she was not the cutest looking to everyone but hell, she was to you, and just because she’s a hairless cat he calls her a rat.
“I thought Egyptians honored cats,” You ask, quietly.
Hmm, not one that looks like a rat. I had many cats, beautiful creatures with fur. At least he was a cat person but still doesn’t make it for the fact that he did hate your cat.
Khonshu breathes down your neck the entire time you made the hot drink, until the time you handed it back to the customer. He watches the man’s hands linger on yours for far too long, he wanted to snap his wrist and bend it behind his back beyond humanly possible.
“Keep the change,” The man says, smiling ear to ear. You thank him, and hopes for him to have a good day. Khonshu was confused as to why you would wish for such a vermin to have a good day.
“See, just a customer,” You put the extra cash into the tips jar, “No need to get jealous.”
Jealous? Do I reek of jealousy little bird? I’m only worried for my avatar’s safety whether it be physically or mentally, and that worm seemed like someone with a corrupted heart. I do not get jealous. Khonshu spat his voice booms in your head.
You hum, turning to face him with a note in your hands, smiling at him, “A worm that gave me his number.”
Give it to me, I will erase it from existence. He reaches but you dodged and crumbled it into a ball before shoving it in your back pocket.
You shake your head, biting your lip, “Nah, I’ll text him─let’s see if you get jealous.”
You will not. I forbid it. Khonsu practically shouts in your ears, you only chuckle and walk past him. He drops the end of his scepter onto the ground to get your attention, “Y/n, as my avatar you will listen to me. You are forbidden to act upon this desire─”
“Nothing in our deal suggests you controlling my sex life, Khonshu, now either leave or stand out of the way rush hour is about to start.”
Khonshu does stand out of the way for a couple of minutes before you feel cold fingers brush against the sides of your hips, it pushes you against the counter as you waited for the blender to finish. The cold fingers belonged to him of course, the boney beak brushes the edge of your sweater.
His fingers slip their way slowly into your back pockets and you were unable to stop him, the crumbled paper leaves your pocket quickly and disintegrates upon his touch.
You gulped, feeling your cheeks redden at his tight hold. You can’t possibly be feeling like this around him, especially not in public. God, you haven’t been touched in months and the closest thing to a man’s hand has you already this worked up, you needed to get laid.
You cleared your throat, “You going to stand behind me all day?”
If needs be, my little bird. Khonshu’s voice breaks through your core, down the pits of your stomach. I sense no discomfort in you, rather, something else but I don’t think you are ready for that conversation.
With that, he leaves you with your breath choked up in your throat and your heart racing. You were only broken out of your trance when the blender dinged and you continued your routine, fill the cup, hand it over and smile.
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