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𝓡𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵
𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐕 𝐨𝐟 𝐗𝐗𝐕
[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽]
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summary ☾
⤏ khonshu was unfamiliar with the concept of self-care, but it would seem that he's unexpectedly well-versed in others.
pairing(s) ☽ khonshu/reader | promises kept!verse
word count ☾ 2.9k
a/n ☽
⤏ my fourth entry for the moon knight bingo hosted by @juneknight and @spacecowboyhotch over at @moonknight-events. I will eventually crosspost this to the main fic for promises kept on ao3 when it will best fit the chronological progression of the chapters.
⤏ this took a turn I didn't anticipate. khonshu kind of got away from me, tbh. have a flirty old bird I guess? (@angel-of-the-moons I feel like you might enjoy this one.🤭)
☽ MASTERPOST ☾
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What are you doing?
The rumbled words emerged from the shadows hemmed up in the corners of the bathroom more like a disinterested observation than a question.
“Would you care to take a guess?” you offered, opening your eyes and glancing towards the dimly lit silhouette having knelt in front of the door.
The warm, humid room was cramped and ill-suited for more than one person to occupy it at one time, but that fact didn’t seem to have stopped Khonshu from materializing at your side—likely in pursuit of tracking down your exact location since you weren’t in the living room or your bedroom like you usually were at this hour. It was a slow night in London, for once—the police channels had been quiet all evening, so you hadn’t felt the need to be prepared for the moon god’s urgent beck and call. Ru was winding down from school and homework with Lizzie watching her favorite baking show, and your portable speaker played music at the necessary volume to disguise your murmured responses to the lunar deity’s incredulity.
Bathing. In the dark. He tilted his skull. The electricity is not malfunctioning.
“It’s meant to be relaxing.” You raised a hand out of the steaming water to indicate the row of flickering candles lining the broad posterior lip of the tub flush against the wall. “And I can see perfectly well.”
He leaned forward, hands planted on his thighs not unlike a child, and you noticed that his staff was propped against the door frame. You are…self-soothing?
He must have picked up that term recently, as you’d definitely never heard him use it before. “Sort of. More like self-care. Liz offered to keep Ru entertained so I could get a breather until supper’s ready.”
Hmm. Khonshu sank back into his haunches. So you simmer yourself…and to what end?
You chuckled, pulling your legs up and folding your arms across the tops of your knees—modesty was a foreign concept to the ancient being, having associated with a culture that dwelled in the desert and thus rarely utilized complete coverings save to block the harshest of sunlight—and while you’d mostly grown accustomed to his penchant for invading your privacy at inopportune times, you didn’t particularly want to explain the entire premise to him with your chest on full display. “Hot water benefits the human body in many ways—relaxed muscles, improved moods, and the like—not to mention the positive effects of aromatherapy and inhalation of steam.”
Is that why you’re steeping a tea bag?
“It was a bathbomb wrapped in cloth with flowers and stuff in it—that’s why the water’s purple. It’s scented with lavender and chamomile. Smell it?”
How could I not? It has fumigated the entire room.
You shrugged. “At least it’s nice—better than BO, anyway.”
His shoulders scrunched in the only approximation of a frown you’d been able to determine. I see little point in any of this frivolity.
“Have you ever had a spa day, Khonshu?”
The inexpressive dimensions of his skull could not morph to adapt to his dripping dubiety, but it didn’t have to—his once uncanny stillness spoke enough to it.
“It’s nice,” you continued, ignoring his skeptical grunt. “With all those priests and priestesses fawning over you in your temples, I figured you’d have been pampered a time or two over the course of several thousand years.”
We were only allowed to interact directly with our avatars—we oftentimes utilized them as oracles, or spoke to the priesthood through statues, visions, dreams, or signs. Khonshu pushed his shoulders back. They would tend to our sculptures and reliefs as if they were our bodies, make offerings to them, enact rituals in our names, but…nothing quite like this.
“That’s a shame. I think a deep-tissue massage would do you a lot of good.” You reached for the exfoliator and the bar of soap and lathered up the perforated weave in order to scrub yourself so you’d at least look semi-productive. “Maybe some moisturization wouldn’t hurt…last time I saw your elbows, they looked crusty as hell.”
At first you thought you might actually have rendered him speechless, but you should have known better—another cursory peek in his direction revealed that he was merely observing.
I do recall a similar practice, he responded, tapering his beak down towards you, although it was generally utilized in preserving the khat of the mortals that journeyed west.
You rolled your eyes. “Of course. It wouldn’t offer you much of a vast improvement, then, huh? There’s not a whole lot I could do for a mummified bird.”
Khonshu scoffed, but said no more.
You began to wash your body in earnest, starting with your face, then moved down your neck, shoulders, arms, torso, pelvis, legs, and feet. You tried to reach around to tend to your back in the same way, but you winced as the action tugged at sore muscles beneath your shoulder blade—a scuffle with a carjacker the night before had resulted in him collapsed unconscious in the street, and you hadn’t trusted the police not to run him over in their haste to capture him (as well as a glimpse of you in their ever-persistent effort in pinning down the identity of their local do-gooder vigilante), so you’d had to drag him onto the sidewalk with…mixed results. The man had been big enough that he could have carried the car away with him, if the whim had so struck him, instead of hot-wiring it.
Allow me.
You startled as Khonshu’s hand curled over your arm to grasp the porous swatch of sudsy material. You watched, enraptured, as the gauze binding his flesh receded like sand slipping through an hourglass to reveal the pockmarked, ashen skin underneath—but you had only a glimpse before he withdrew with the stretched loofa.
Give me your back.
You twisted adjacent to the length of the tub and leaned forward obediently, deigning not to comment upon it. You supposed that wet wrappings wouldn’t be a pleasant sensation for anybody.
Khonshu imitated your earlier actions, although he was unexpectedly gentler. He dragged the loofa in rhythmic circles from the nape of your neck steadily down, from side to side, to the small of your back—then, to your continued surprise, he placed the fabric on your thigh before cupping his hands in the water and pouring it over your skin to wash away the suds. He then wiped away the rest, the roughened texture of his fingers softened by the soap and water, the pliability of your skin, although you noticed this touch lingered far longer.
You said nothing as he began to explore the typography of your spine and ribcage, seemingly subconsciously. To be such a hardass about almost everything, as well as an unforgiving sparring partner, you had almost forgotten how careful he could be. A foolish notion, really, as you were fully aware of how he treated Ru like porcelain on the verge of shattering—he always had. The methodicality of it lulled you into a trance-like state, your eyelids drooping as you leaned into both of his hands, now working in tandem to press and stroke the tension out of your muscles.
…When was the last time someone had touched you like this? You couldn’t recall. Your ex-husband hadn’t usually utilized this intimate a method of aftercare, even while you’d been trying for a baby. You’d been too busy with Ru and chores during the day to schedule an appointment, although you suspected that a deep-tissue would do you a world of good—Khonshu’s armor always healed your wounds if you wore it long enough, but it still often left you stiff if you’d hyperextended yourself during combat.
Khonshu dug the heel of his palm into that one incredibly tender catch under your shoulder blade. You sucked in a breath and winced, your entire back going rigid against the pain that lanced up into your neck. His displeased grunt was much closer to your ear than you’d anticipated, and you opened your eyes to glance up at him out of your periphery to see that he’d hunched over you.
You did not tell me that you were still in pain, he finally rumbled sternly. Why did you release the armor before you were healed?
“I am healed,” you told him, “just a little sore. It’s normal. I guess it doesn’t stitch everything back together exactly where it was before.”
He grumbled in refutation, but tapped his fingertips against the arch of your spine. Relax. It will only grow worse if you are tense.
“It’s not exactly—comfortable!” you squeaked, jerked forward to avoid the insistent digging of his fingers.
Of all the methods he could have used to steady you, reaching up and curling the length of his hand around the column of your throat was decidedly not what you would ever have expected. Your pulse leapt against the perfectly measured, unoppressive pressure he applied, and—in spite of the copious amount of heat flooding your face—you had to admit that it worked to keep you as still as a statue.
An inexplicable warmth—tingly like the slow creep of magic his armor provided to alleviate your wounds, but far more concentrated (and if you didn’t know any better, you’d have remarked that it almost felt like lidocaine)—wreathed his free hand as he began to knead the tightness out of the problem spot. You groaned softly as he did so, the vibration of the sound resonating through his hand and tickling your throat in turn, squeezing your eyes shut as you twitched on reflex to avoid the pain. Even with his magic’s numbing ability, the injury must have been worse than you’d initially anticipated because it swept right around the curve of your ribs and under—
“Hey!” you gasped, lurching away from those long, beguiling fingers as he followed the muscle to your torso and almost brushed the underside of your breast. This caused the blade of his palm to dig into your jugular, pitching your voice into a broken, if muffled, squeal. “Whoa, watch it—that’s off-limits!”
You’ve a rib out of place, he deadpanned.
“I could have my sacrum detached from my pelvic girdle, but that doesn’t mean I’d let you fondle my ass to fix it, either,” you hissed, trying to pull away, in vain.
Why must you be so stubborn? he groused, pressing his palm into your side directly over the rib in question. His soothing power sank into your body, and you had a hard time resisting the relief it brought. I had no intention of groping you.
You’d thought your face couldn’t grow any hotter, but you were promptly proven wrong. You told yourself that it was strictly the proximity of another person that was causing your uncontrollable reaction, that it had been years since the last time you’d been in such a compromising and vulnerable situation, not that it was Khonshu specifically. (You had always been shit at lying, even to yourself, admittedly.) “I, uh…sorry. Just…wasn’t expecting that.”
I did not mean to startle you. The curve of his beak descended over the slope of your opposite shoulder and the golden, emblematic crescent moon bound over his chest brushed against your back. …Just know that if I ever touched you in such a manner, there is no question that you would be anticipating it, Srit mwt.
You mouthed a curse and dropped your head as much as you could manage with him still holding you in place in hopes to hide your utter mortification. He should not have been having this effect on you. Khonshu was many things, but sexual was not a word you had mentally associated with him at any point.
You remembered, idly, that your research into his mythos had revealed that he was regarded as a god of fertility.
“Uh-huh,” you responded lamely, swallowing and surrendering to him just so that it would be over sooner. You’d planned on soaking for a while after washing up to enjoy the hot water, but now all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and scream into your pillow until your heart stopped drumming itself into a tattoo against the inside of your thoracic cavity.
Then the god of the moon had the the nerve—the fucking gall—to chuckle; a low, raspy noise that carried into your ribcage like a subwoofer ricocheted sound through a vehicle. You needn’t worry. I do not extend such invitations lightly…and I am not particularly inclined to commence anything that could not be completed.
Fuck. Honestly.
You were familiar with the banter the pair of you had shared over the years of serving as his avatar, but you’d never known him to…was he flirting with you, or were you imagining things? Surely not. He despised humans, humanity in general, thought himself above mere mortals to the point that he only associated with whomever he’d selected to be his Fist at any given time (as far as you were aware, anyway).
This was new. It was foreign and unexpected and completely out of character for him. Just when you’d thought you had pinned down his personality, he’d gone and revealed another aspect of himself—like a phase of the celestial body he represented. It didn’t make you uncomfortable, per se (quite the opposite, in fact, if you were to be totally honest with yourself; you’d made somewhat suggestive remarks to him in passing before, mostly for humor’s sake, but he’d never before responded in kind), but it was disarming you in a way for which you never could have prepared yourself.
He had seen you naked before—numerous times, in fact, much to your chagrin, since he couldn’t be bothered to at least knock on something before he appeared out of thin air—but he’d never acted like he’d even noticed your body, nor had he ever cared about the modern concept of modesty. You’d learned to live with it, had grown accustomed to him appearing at the most inopportune of moments. You’d just assumed that he might not even feel any attraction whatsoever, or at least not towards you.
Was that assumption incorrect? Had you misread his body language all this time? Was he just worryingly skilled at hiding any reactions he could have had? You hadn’t a clue—you didn’t know what to think, especially since you swore you could feel each individual crease on his cool, coarse palms against your heated flesh. He was a dominant entity, controlling out of necessity given the nature of his creed, but you’d never thought that it could carry over into a context quite like this.
…Of course, you’d never thought he’d offer to help you bathe, either, but here you were: naked, wet, and as vulnerable as one could be, trying very hard to hide exactly what he was doing to you simply by touching you comparatively chastely in sharp contrast to what the tone of his voice might have indicated.
You cleared your throat, realizing that you’d been quite a little too long. You could almost hear his smug grin—if he were even capable of displaying it in his primary, decayed shape. “...Thanks. For the…for the help. I feel a lot better now.”
Impatient, as always, he tutted. Just a moment.
“No, really, I’m good, you’ve worked your ma—gic!”
The sharp, high noise that escaped you as his hand compressed your rib and set it back in place with a dull click was worse than you could’ve imagined. Khonshu, mercifully, withdrew as quickly as he’d approached, leaving you reeling and dazed. You sucked in a breath, gritting your teeth against the urge to cringe, and probed your side experimentally.
There. That wasn’t so bad, now was it, hmm?
“If you weren’t a literal deity that could smite me from this plane of existence, I would offer you some very choice words on the quality of your bedside manner.”
That has never restricted you before. Khonshu’s spindly form creaked as he stood and straightened to his full height (or as close to it as was possible, given the bathroom’s low ceiling), leaving you shivering in the humid air he stirred in his wake. Although I doubt you will complain that I finished the job that you failed to allow the armor to finish.
“Well,” you started indignantly, “I guess I can count on you to finish everything I don’t, then, huh?”
A beat of silence passed, and that was arguably worse than anything he could’ve said in reply.
You dropped your head into your hands and groaned. “Forget I said that.”
He had the audacity to laugh at you. Should you ever require assistance, he crooned, all you need do is to call my name. I will hear you at any time or place.
You reached a hand back to deliver him a solitary finger, refraining from the urge to crawl into the drain and drown yourself. “I think I’ve had about enough of you tonight, thanks.”
If that’s all you can take, then I worry that you couldn’t—
“Shut,” you ground out, “the fuck up.”
Khonshu laughed as he slipped back into whatever the hell sort of fifth dimension he lived in when he wasn’t plaguing you with his insufferability.
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*Random man speaking shit about Steven*
*Steven looking like a kicked puppy*
Marc: I'm gonna hit the living shit out of this guy.
Jake, calmly: it's not necessary amigo.
Marc: why?
Jake, pointing at Y/n: just look.
Y/n standing up from the table, running towards to the guy: IF YOU DARE TO SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT MY BOY I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR WINDPIPE AND TEAR OUT YOUR FUCKING SPINE. GET IT?!
Marc: holy shit.
Jake: yeah. Holy shit.
Steven: mates.. . Don't wanna break the magical moment but Y/n is choking that man.
Khonshu, from the corner: FINISH HIM LITTLE HUMAN!
#moon knight#steven grant#marc spector#khonshu#jake lockley#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#khonshu x reader#incorrect marvel quotes#incorrect quotes#jake lockley x reader
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How Moon Knight characters would react to you asking for pads:
#I'm not sorry#moon knight#steven grant#marc spector#jake lockley#marvel#mcu#khonshu#Ammit#Icons#Period text#Text meme#Text trend#Moon knight x reader#Marc Spector x reader#Steven Grant x reader#Ammit x reader#Jake lockley x reader#Khonshu x reader
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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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Imagine: being the reincarnation of a priestess of Khonshu, being Marc's younger sister and that he always keeps you away from the god.
Marc: Don't go near her, I don't want you near her.
Khonshu: Do you think you will always be by his side?
Marc: Yes.
Y/N: Marc, who are you talking to?
Marc: *turning to see you* with no one
Y/n: but I saw you talk
Marc: I didn't talk to anyone, we didn't have to go to the museum today.
Y/n: yes you are right let's go
As they walked, you noticed the shadow of a man with the head of a crow. When you turned around you didn't see anything
Khonshu: You can't take care of her forever, not when she sleeps.
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Marc and Steven: we had a deal so let us go
Khonshu: fine
5 minutes later:
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Chaotic
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relationships: steven grant x avenger!witch!reader, future marc spector x reader, jake lockley x reader [gender neutral]
word count: 2.3k
summary: When you move to London you aren't expecting to fall in love. You also aren't expecting an Egyptian god who kind of sounds like Darth Vader to crash your date but that's just your life apparently.
warnings: reader assaults khonshu with bread, enemies to friends w/ khonshu, big bird is kinda rude to steven but u put him in place
a/n: reader uses chaos magic and is also psychic, f/c = favorite color, steven/marc/jake are moon knight but lets pretends the whole harrow/armpit drama hasn't happened yet, thanos never happened bc i said so
Before you even met Steven, you felt him.
That sounds odd but your abilities make you constantly aware of others, which can be a lot. Especially in such a bustling city like London. Of course you didn’t read his mind or anything. It’s a common misconception that telepaths just love to read minds but that’s not true. You only use it on enemies for information, if you just went around listening to people's inner thoughts you’d probably drive yourself mad. People are weird.
All that being said, you decided to go to the London museum, thinking it would be quiet and relaxing. A nice little escape. You didn’t think how overwhelming it would be to be surrounded by history, invading your senses with centuries of stories. Mostly fucked up stories because colonialism. After years of studying magic your mind is like a fortress, but that didn’t stop the artifacts from banging on your mental door. You’re incredibly grateful that you’re able to control your visions now. You do not want to see all this shit first hand.
You manage to stumble into the gift shop, one hand rubbing your temple in an attempt to ward off the coming headache. You sense some kind of power, something looming and ancient. You wonder if it’s from the Egyptian wing you just walked through but this feels more… recent. It’s an odd sensation that isn’t helping your overwhelmed mind at all.
“Are you alright?” A gentle voice acts. Apparently you aren’t doing great at hiding your discomfort. You look up to meet the deepest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, framed with dark eye bags. He's absolutely beautiful. Like a sleep deprived male model. Before you can answer you find yourself stumbling, dots swimming in your vision. He quickly leaves the counter to grasp your arm with large, gentle hands.
His touch burns through your designer coat (a parting gift from Tony Stark) but not in a bad way. His energy is unique. Divided but whole. Chaotic but reassuring. “I’m fine, just a dizzy spell.” You mumble, trying not to lean into his body. Would it be manipulative if you pretended to faint so he would catch you? No, you’re better than that. Barely.
“You sure? Maybe you should sit down. I could get you a drink, or a snack.”
You should tell him that you’re fine but for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. He’s just so genuine. And look at that hair... would it be weird to touch it? You suppress the urge, managing a polite response, “that sounds nice, but I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. I think I just need some fresh air.”
“Don’t worry, my boss is always telling me to be more helpful with customers. Lets get you outside, yeah?”
You grin, lidded eyes flicking to his name tag, “thank you, Steven. That’s very kind of you.”
He flashes the sweetest smile you’ve ever witnessed, making you even more light headed. He keeps his grasp on your arm as he leads you to the exit. You can already feel your mind clearing thanks to the distance between you and the artifacts. Once you’re safely leaning against the wall Steven speaks up, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere."
You can't help but dopily grin as he speed walks away. Within a minute he’s back by your side. He presents you a bag of scarab gummies, “here you are.” He pauses for a moment before adding, "I don’t know why we sell these, they weren’t eating stuff like that in Ancient Egypt, were they?
“Thank you.” You smile, finding his rambling adorable. You try not to react when you take the candy from him and his calloused fingers brush your own. “I’m also realizing I never introduced myself, I’m Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. That’s a pretty name.”
Before you can stop yourself you mutter under your breath, “you’re prettier.” You watch in horror as he tenses up, ears burning red. “I-I think you’re pretty too. Beautiful, more like it,” he fumbles. Suddenly the gummies are out of your hand. You look down to see them floating above your palms, surrounded by a F/C glow. You quickly snatch them from mid air. Luckily Steven is too busy staring at his shoes in embarrassment to notice.
You clear your throat nervously, catching his attention. “So, do you like working here?” Really? That’s the best you could come up with. You mentally facepalm as he nods like a rather adorable bobblehead. “Oh yeah, I love history. It would be nice to be a tour guide though. Maybe one day, right?”
You hum in response, shoving some sweets in your mouth before you can ask any other dumb questions. “Do you, um, like your job?” He asks politely.
You pause. So he really doesn’t recgonize you. Not that you consider yourself famous but ever since you joined the Avengers on a few missions you found yourself thrust in the public eye. You meet a lot of fans but people also tend to be… wary of you. Apparently being one of the most powerful magic users on Earth makes them uneasy.
“I work… in security.” That’s technically not a lie. “It can be stressful but I get to travel a lot so that’s fun.”
“Have you ever been to Egypt?”
The childlike excitement in his voice is absolutely adorable. “A few times, yeah. What about you?”
“No, I wish. I’d love to go someday.” He sighs wistfully. “Enough about me though, are you feeling any better.”
His concern makes your heart flutter. “Much.” You grin, shuffling your bag on your shoulder to look for your wallet. “How much were the gummies?”
“They were only a few pounds, don’t worry about it.”
Thoughtful, gorgeous, and polite? You’re convinced Steven was written by a woman. You bite your lip in a way you hope looks flirty. “Well I need to pay you back somehow. What about lunch?”
He freezes, looking at you incredulously. “Are you… asking me out?” Any confidence you had starts to shatter. “I’m trying,” you mumble embarrassed. He shakes his head vehmently, “no, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just surprised! I mean, you’re so beautiful!”
You smile so big your cheeks hurt. “I think you’re beautiful too, Steven.”
His tan cheeks flame. “Thank you.”
“Can I have your number?”
He nods enthusiastically. You pull out your phone and type in his digits as he tells them to you. “I left my phone in the gift shop but I’ll text you as soon I get inside,” he promises, rocking on the balls of his feet. You grin as you send him a message.
“Stevie!”
A loud, feminine voice makes you both flinch. An aggravated woman pokes her head out the door, popping her chewing gum far too loudly for your liking. “What are you doing out- wait. Are you Y/N L/N?”
Steven looks at you in confusion as you nod with a charming smile. You can tell that she’s Steven’s superior and decide to help him out. “I am. What’s your name, hon?”
“Donna! I’m a big fan. It was so mental when you closed that portal to hell in New Jersey!”
Steven’s eyes become impossibly wider. “Yeah, that was a difficult one.” You reminisce fondly. “Would you like a picture?”
She nods excitedly, pulling out her phone. You take a selfie, trying not to chuckle at her excited gasp when you sling an arm around here. You try to ignore Steven’s bewildered gaze. Hopefully what you’re about to do will make up for your little fib.
“You know Steven here has been very helpful,” you muse after she clicks the photo. She looks at you surprised. You can already tell she doesn’t particularly like the man (which is quite bewildering to you, how is it possible to dislike Steven?)
"Really?”
You nod with an affirmative hum. “I bet he’s your best tour guide, isn’t he?”
“Oh, he actually works in the giftshop.”
You feign shock. “Really? I was hoping he could give me a private tour sometime,” you pout sadly. Donna hurries to comfort you, “oh, he can do that! I’ve been meaning to promote him anways!”
“That’s great!” You grin, turning your attention back to a very confused brunet. “I’ve gotta go but I’ll be looking forward to seeing you, Steven,” you purr, lightly squeezing his (suprisingly muscular) bicep. He nods dumbly watching you walk down the steps.
“Oi, what were you doing with a bloody superhero?” Donna asks him incredulously, the jealousy clear in her voice.
“Planning a date.” He breathes out softly, still wondering if the interaction was just a dream.
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It’s the day of your date and Steven is ecsatic. Marc and Jake are not. They agree you’re beautiful but are very against the idea of going out with an Avenger, saying it will get in the way of their ‘business’ with Khonshu. But Steven is tired of letting that bloody pigeon influence his life so he ignores all of them, puts on his favorite jumper, and goes to the closest florist shop.
And that’s how he finds himself standing infront of you with a boquet of sunflowers.“These are just beautiful!” You gush, pressing a kiss againt his cheek as you take them. He flushes adorably. You do a quick scan around the park to make sure no one is looking before conjuring a vase with water. Did you do it just to show off? Yes. Yes you did.
You place the flowers in the middle of the picnic blanket. “Now we have a centerpiece,” you hum happily, grabbing the wicker basket you brought. He sits across from you, watching in awe as you pull a variety of noodles, dumplings, rice, and tofu dishes out. Like clowns coming out of a little car.
“Try this,” you offer, handing him one of the containers. “And don’t worry, it’s all vegan.”
He opens it to reveal ball shaped food he recognizes as dim sum. He uses the provided chopsticks to pop one into his mouth, moaning at the combination of steamed vegetables and rich seasoning.
“This is amazing!” You grin in response, working on your own fruit and tofu skewer. “That’s because it’s the real deal. I went on a little trip to Hong Kong this morning.”
He pauses mid bite, resembling a confused chipmunk. You snicker. “I can teleport, remember?” You point at his empty cup, feeling it with juice. “Maybe on our next date I can take you to Egypt?”
He inhales the dimsum in shock, choking loudly. You use your powers to pull the food out of Steven’s throat, looking at him in concern. He quickly swallows the drink you made him.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, aces. Just got a bit too excited.”
“You’re adorable, Steven.”
As the date goes on you open up to each other. He tells you about his DID, which you could somewhat sense already. His mind felt different but you couldn’t put a finger on it. You tell him about how you struggled to control your powers and accept yourself. You used to feel like a weapon but you learnt that weapons aren’t always a bad thing, they can be used to protect others. Instead of a nuclear bomb you started seeing yourself as a shield.
For once Steven doesn’t feel like an outsider. He wants to tell you about Moon Knight. He knows you won’t judge him. Just as he begans to build up the courage a booming, gravelly voice rattles in his head.
“Don’t tell them anything, worm!”
You both flinch. A shiver runs through you as your hair stands on end. All your instincts are telling you to get ready for a fight. That sense of ancient power you felt in the museum is back tenfold. “Did you hear that?” You ask Steven.
He looks at you in complete shock. “What?”
“Can the witch hear me?”
“Okay, where is that Darth Vader voice coming from?” You groan, eyes glowing F/C. Your powers mean you’re always aware of your surroundings, you don’t like this sudden uncertainty. Especially not when Steven is at risk.
Suddenly a large mummified being with a bird skull appears behind your date. Because this is what your life has come to apparently. “Can you see me, witch?” Without saying anything you use your abilities to send a roll flying, hitting him square in the beak. He flinches back in surprise. Steven watches on, not knowing if he should laugh or shake in fear. Maybe both.
“Does that answer your question?” You ask sassily. “You’re some kind of deity right? I’m getting Egyptian vibes,” you muse outloud. Despite having no real facial features he manages to look unimpressed. “I thought you had magic, yet you can’t figure out who I am, little one?"
You squint at him for a moment, reaching out your consciousness. “Khonshu? I think I’ll call you cashew.”
“You will not!” He bellows. Poor Steven flinches at the volume but you just purse your lips. “It’s not fun being called stupid nicknames, is it?”
He pauses, tilting his skeletal head at you. “Excuse me?”
“You called Steven a worm. That was very rude,” you huff protectively. “You should really treat your avatar better.”
“You know about avatars?”
“Magic, babe,” you remind, wiggling your fingers as sparks dance between them. “I want to be in Steven's life, and his alter’s if they’ll have me. We’ll be spending time together so we might as well get along, don’t you agree?”
The god nods reluctantly. “I suppose.”
“Good,” you beam up at him. “But if you ever disrespect Steven again we will have words,” you promise in a sickly sweet voice.
Steven looks at you in absolute awe. ‘I changed my mind. I like them,’ Marc speaks in his head. ‘That was fucking hot,’ Jake adds on helpfully. For once the system agrees on something.
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Happy Pocky Day with Khonshu
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The sun and the moon
🌙Pairing-Moon boys x f!reader x Khonshu x Hathor
🌔Summary- You, a long lost descendant of Hathor, crosses paths with Moon Knight. A chance for Khonshu to reconcile with his past and a chance for the boys to have a future.
🌒CW-18+,MDNI, Explicit smut, angst, hurt, comfort, canon typical violence, god and goddess powers, mentions of parental abuse, past domestic abuse (not physical), healing old wounds, healing your inner child, eventual happy ending.
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A/N- This idea has been bouncing around in my head for months and now I’m finally tackling it. Don’t have a set schedule for posting or an idea for how many chapters so it should be a wild ride for my moon babes.
Not beta read
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Prologue
He steps into the coffee shop holding a newspaper over his head to shield himself from the rain. He’s sporting that scowl between his brows as he grumbles under his breath.
He takes his fingers through his hair trying as best he can to smooth his hair out of his face. No flat cap today.
The barista doesn’t understand as she tries to make conversation. It was so obvious to you in the beginning and yet people who greet him everyday don’t even notice.
Hmmm coffee with sugar today…interesting.
He says something to the mirror next to the register about buying a new coffee pot as he taps his foot and waits. His arms crossed as he scanned the room.
It’s Pavlovian the way he drifts to you and sits next to your table. The one he doesn’t even know is saved for him.
“This tastes like crap.” He sets the mug down like it personally offended him.
“You’re a little nicer when you have tea.” Marc looks over at you, but you don’t look up from your book. “Although decidedly more grumpy than when you have black coffee.”
He clears his throat a little before speaking. “I’m sorry, did you say something to me?”
You pick up your pressed sunflower bookmark and place it gently between the pages. “You’re much nicer on the days you have tea.”
He feels warm suddenly, when your eyes meet him. The heat is almost too much as he shucks off his jacket. Maybe the coffee was stronger than he thought because he’s sure he can hear his own heartbeat.
Steven did tell him to take a break.
You smile at him and place the book in your bag as you stand from the corner table and exit. You squeeze his shoulder once as you wave goodbye to the barista.
He stares down at where your hand was, it’s seared into him. Like the ache from a sunburn.
Well that settles that mate
“Settles what?”
She has that effect on all of us
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He doesn’t know how long it’s been.
When he sees you again and recognizes the barista as she smiles at him. Her cheeks are red and she stammers a little over her words.
He can’t focus on anything but that table next to you. He wants to get to that table before anyone else does.
You can tell it’s him when he walks in. His hair is combed back and he’s wearing that black jacket you love that fits him like a glove.
Your eyes flit briefly to the register where the girl who is absolutely smitten with them tries to compose herself enough to not ruin his coffee again.
He’s nervous
There’s two open tables, the one next to you and one by the drafty door. You meet his eyes as he weighs his options while he waits for the girl to finish his coffee.
There's that warmth again, it’s too hot in here. He removes his jacket and sheepishly heads toward you. He gently places it in the seat beside your corner table that looks out onto the street.
“I would never let anyone take your spot.” He’s certain this time, you’re speaking to him. You don’t look up from your book The art and architecture of ancient Egypt.
They call his name twice before he heads back to the counter to collect his coffee.
You take a few notes and bite down on your pen as you think of what to say next. He can see the indentation where you bite the pen. The way your lips rest carefully on the edge. The way your brow furrows when you’re thinking.
He finds himself exactly where he wants to be in his seat. With nothing to say.
The hot coffee somehow cools him down from the flames burning inside. He closes his eyes and is drawn back to the last time he remembered it tasting this good.
When he opens them again you’re smiling at the barista shooting her a thumbs up as she claps her hands in delight.
He swallows thickly, he’s never been this nervous. Not even as moon knight.
“I’ve seen that book before.” His voice somehow sounds foreign even to him.
You flip it over and glance at the back and laugh. A sound he could definitely get used to.
“I would hope so, Steven let me borrow it.”
She’s almost finished it, I just gave it to her a few days ago.
You resume your book as if you didn’t just say the most earth shattering thing for his fragile mind to hear. It shouldn’t come as a surprise with how comfortable you are in his presence.
You know he’s dangling off a cliff and you might as well just give him that push he needs to let go.
“That reminds me.” You dig through your bag for a moment before sliding a small leather bag toward him. “I haven’t seen Jake in a few days, it looked like he might need it.”
Marc shakily opens the bag to reveal a leather patch kit. He takes three deep breaths before zipping it closed.
If you’re going to sit there like an idiota at least say thank you.
“Jake said thank you.” Shit. Why would he say that out loud?
“De nada.”
You know.
Sì she knows.
Was he that closed off after Layla that they didn’t want him to meet you? Maybe they were scared he’d run you away. It’s shocking to have Jake partnering with Steven to keep secrets from him.
Then again, maybe you weren’t a secret.
You can tell he’s genuinely surprised and a little uncomfortable but Steven and Jake told you that was to be expected. This is the longest conversation you’ve had with him, where he didn’t recede from the front.
Long enough for him to finally start opening up to you. Asking your name and how long you’ve known him, them.
You and Steven bonded over tea and your love for ancient Egypt. He was helping you prepare for your interview with the museum to become a curator.
Jake would give you rides to the library or home, when the weather was particularly bad.
He can place it now…that scent that lingers on his clothes from time to time. Your perfume, a mixture of vanilla and lavender. It’s overwhelming his senses now as you lean in and laugh at some off handed remark he said.
You must be comfortable enough to hug them, to press your body close to theirs. Close enough to leave a trace of you on them for days on end. It’s exhilarating and maddening all at once…to know he’s closed himself off from you for so long that you’re practically strangers.
Except you aren’t.
You’re much more than that. The way you reach over and trace a new scar on his brow. Staring at it like it personally offended you. Your touch burns and lingers long after you’ve placed them back in your lap. The look on your face like you’ve possibly crossed some boundary with him. He desperately wants you to touch him again. To leave a mark not unlike his scars.
“I thought he was supposed to heal you?”
It’s evident he’s missed more days with you than he can conceive. He can feel his chest constricting even before the words leave his mouth. “Who?”
“Khonshu.”
The bird looks on from a building high above the street. He’s not sure how you could’ve forgotten that you’re the one who’s supposed to heal them.
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Khonshu just wants to protect his Moon Knight 🌙
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HALLOWEEN WITH THE MONSTERS!
Including Mothman, Dullahan, Yautja and Khonshu
Edid: Finally a real note. Just a Post of my beloved silly skrunkles. Also for Khonshu's part I used witch reader from the headcanons I wrote for him before because I just felt like it.
Mothman
- He has seen humans celebrate halloween before but didn't quite understand it, always wonderd why humans tried to mimic other monsters.
-Once you properly explain it to him, and talk about free food- he's hooked. His antenna stand straight and he goes to put on a white blanket to go as a ghost Trick or Treating.
-He could already go without a costume but he looks so cute and happy in his little white robe, you couldn't bring yourself to tell him.
-You go around everywhere and he does the most adorable chirb when he says "Trick or Treat", almost everyone gives him extra candy because it's that cute. The sweet old Lady next door gave him a full bucket of candy and his antenna did a cute little wiggle.
-He munches himself into a sugar rush with all the candy he eats. Also he hand feeds you candy. Still in his costume too. By end of it all you got a chonky moth in a ghost costume, happily purring as you rub his belly.
Dullahan
-Come on, Halloween is one of his fav times of the year. He get's to walk around freely, get candy and scare people shitless! He even made you a matching outfit to his.
-You'll both be riding on his steed, scaring unasuming mortals. Sapphire Flames erupting as he let's out a wicked laugh, terrifying anyone he sees.
-Sometimes he'll put his head somewhere for a person to pick up and then igniting his eye sockets, giving the poor someone a heart attack.
-Other than that he'll gallop the streets with you, drawing the attention of other halloween goers, drinking up all the praise he get's for his "costume". Will do tricks like taking his head off in front of everyone. Let's the children even play with with, creating dancing figures with his flames.
-In the rare event he meets another Dullahan, he'll talk for ages with them and do some duo pranks. The horses will just chill with you, judging their riders.
-Like a real Gentleman he comes back with his head filled to the brim with the candy, all for you. He won't answer any questions about how he got it...
Yautja
-It was suprisingly easy to get your mate to celebrate halloween. He's mostly excited to adorn you in the bones of the beasts he hunted.
-He's purring the entire time you put on your costume, the skull of a xenomorph being your mask.
-He himself puts on something, some giant jagged bones. Sharpening his claws and showing off his face. You two will have all the eyes on you.
-If you wanted candy however, you could have simply asked him to get you some, your mate loves to spoil you, but if Trick or Treating is what you want than you shall have it. He can never say no to you.
-With him by your side, you get aalllll candy. After getting the sweets going to horror maze is a MUST. He doesn't get scared but he puffs up with pride whenever you get spooked and cling to him.
-Lowkey he scares the workers there. Some other people there think he works there and fan over him.
-By the end of it all you turned him into a halloween fan, he cannot wait for next year, but before the night ends there is one last thing you two need to do...going on a hunt!
Khonshu
-The God of the Moon wasn't too interested in your mortal holiday. Yet somehow, you managed to convince him to go with you, manifesting him in a corporeal form. So that's why you asked him to teach you the magic to invoke entities...
-But you did go through all the hard work to summom him into the material plane, he can't bring himself to say no to his favorite human. And it has been centuries since he last walked the earth with mortals.
-Okay fine, you did it, you got your oh so great and benevolent god to acompany you during this wicked night. Steve and Marc are beyond impressed with your skill to make Khonshu do anything you want.
-Surprisingly enough though, you didn't have to say anything about Khonshu needing a new look, all his idea. After all, the god has decided that since he'll walk among mortals after so many years, he might as well dress for the occasion.
-Pale bandages and golden crescent moons get replaced with black robes that shine like the stars and are adorned with blood red moons. He looks a little like a Vampire.
-Old Birb Man mantifests some fangs after you said that, threatening to take a sip out of you.
-He even dresses you up himself, whatever costume you had before will be changed to make you look worthy to be a god's consort. All will look upon you with awe. Only the best for his beloved star.
-You walk the streets together, the witch and their terrifying patron drawing the eyes and adoration of everyone.
-Daddy Khonshu decides to go even extra and cause a Blood Moon, with a jack'o-latern face filling the celestial body.
-He puffs up when people compliment him, ah yes, how he missed the worship of mortals. Hand feed him the candy you got and he'll coo about how a perfect human you are, his best accolyte. That's how you find out about Khonshu's massive sweet tooth
-However manifesting Khonshu for so long takes it's toll on you, invoking a deity upon the material plane is quite a lot of work. Khonshu already plans to reward you plenty for not only for letting him walk among the earth again but also feel the joy of halloween.
-The night ends with you getting usherd to bed, face lovingly carresed before Khonshu dematerializes.
-While all gaze upon a grinning blood moon.
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Y/n: guys! Guess what?
Marc: ?
Y/n: the pretty shop assistance asked me out of a date
Marc:...
Y/n: Marc? Are you alright?
~In the head space~
*Jake, cursing in Spanish, destroying everything around him*
*Steven, crying in the corner*
*Khonshu making a plan, how to kill the shop assistance*
~Out of head space~
Y/n: Marc? Are you having a stroke?
Marc: I'm sorry. I just told the others. We are happy for you baby.
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After Ammit was defeated -
Layla : We won
Marc : We are free, no more fights
Steven : And now there will be peace
Khonshu who is totally not lying : Yes
Jake cleaning a gun in the shadows : Yeah, totally peace.
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Moon knight silly moments
You: Do you think I'd be a good avatar?
Khonshu: No.
You: What? Why not?
Khonshu: You're too... precious for that.
You: *points at Steven*
Khonshu: He wasn't a choice, I didn't know it was a package deal at the time. He came free.
Steven: Hey!
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Khonshu: Marc, I am afraid
Marc: Stand next to Y/N, stop bothering me.
Khonshu: That’s why I’m afraid
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𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐲
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ marc spector x fem! reader, steven grant x fem! reader, khonshu x fem! reader (sort of??)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ what happens when khonshu wishes to meet you for the first time without ever being brought up before
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ my usual bullshit and sex jokes
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ NO ONE BETTER FUCKING YELL AT ME FOR THIS I SWEAR TO GOD (2.3k words)
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“I need to have a discussion with the two of you.” Khonshu’s voice spread wide and echoed off the walls of the flat.
“Oh yeah? Go ahead but make it quick Y/n’s coming over for dinner.” Marc looked over to the god before moving around the silverware on the table trying to decide whether it went fork-knife or knife-fork.
“Move the mirror over here Marc, this is of the utmost importance.” The god spoke again, not moving from his place next to one of the chairs.
With a shake of his head he walked over to the other side of the room pulling out a full length mirror and carried it back over to the table leaning against the back of a living room chair so it would face the kitchen and dining room space.
“Speak fast Khonshu, you’ve got about ten minutes.” Marc sat in a chair in front of the mirror as he set a timer on his phone, “Steven buddy cmon out.” His reflection changed to his hair being parted to the side rather than slicked back indicating Steven was there.
“I want to show myself to Y/n.” Both men, though fully incompetent now of moving on their own turned their heads quickly at Khonshu’s remark.
“Woah woah woah. First of all never say it like that,” Steven immediately looked confused, “and second what?” Marc was the first to speak before Steven chimed in.
“I mean no disrespect to you Khonshu, but this is already strange enough for her and it took her awhile to get used to this. I’m so sure if seeing a giant mummified body with a bird skull is a good next step.” Marc nodded along with Steven agreeing with him even pointing at him once he was done.
“She is important to both of you, you use the power I grant the two of you to primarily protect her whether she is in danger or not. Therefore, she and I should meet.” Khonshu stated his case as Marc shook his head and Steven nodded along.
“Well she did say that after the events of the snap nothing would shock her anymore. I suppose you do play a big role in our lives.” Marc looked over at Steven like he had just said one of the craziest sentences he had ever heard.
“Even the fool agrees with me Marc.” Though Khonshu called him a fool, Steven didn’t change his response. In fact he thought for a second that if you and Khonshu got to know one another you would prevent him from being called a fool or an idiot.
“How about this, when she comes over I will try my best to bring you up and explain that whole situation. If she’s game then you can, if she’s scared shitless then absolutely not.” Marc did not wanna agree to this by any means, but now even Steven was siding with the god and it was two against one. So making a bargain seemed like the best idea at the time.
“I accept your offer. Maybe let Steven do the explanation, he is the more knowledgeable subject.” With that being said Khonshu disappeared allowing Steven and Marc to talk amongst themselves.
“Did he just call me stupid?” Marc was offended by the god’s parting remarks as he sat there looking in the mirror.
“In his own way yeah.” Steven spoke sympathetically towards his other half as he nodded a bit.
“What an asshole, anyway if she isn’t getting what I’m saying then I’ll let you take the reins.” Steven nodded in agreement as Marc rose from his seat to take the mirror and move it back to its original place against the wall as his phone timer started beeping.
About midway through dinner, Marc noticed a shadow appearing in the corner of his eye, specifically a beak peeking from behind the curtain.
“What?” You turned your head to look a little, since Marc’s story had slowed down and then stopped as he turned his head completely.
“Huh god I don’t even know where to start.” Marc shook his head but looked back towards you encouraging you to look at him rather than at the window assuming that Khonshu may decide to disregard his earlier statement and just appear to you.
“You got a stalker or something?” Lightening Marc’s somewhat seemingly upset expression you sipped your drink again and just looked at him a little lost.
“Worse, so much worse.” He spoke in the same energy you had just given as Khonshu moved from behind the curtain over to the table slowly.
“Do not call me worse.” Khonshu scolded him as he now stood directly behind him.
“What has Steven taught you about egyptology?” Marc decided that the best way to bring up this conversation was to start with what you already may know.
“A ton, anything in particular you’re looking for?” You assumed that Steven had explained something to him in a way that he didn’t understand.
“Yeah uh who’s the god of the moon?” Easy enough question based on the fact that Steven was a knowledge bank and for some reason you let him ramble on, get excited, and tell you everything about everything. Plus the one that would lead into the conversation.
“Thoth, He was also the patron of science, literature, wisdom, and invention.” You answered based on what you remembered Steven reading you in one of his books.
“WHAT? THAT WORM DID NOT TEACH HER THAT. BRING HIM TO ME NOW!” Khonshu was now yelling in Marc’s ear making Marc flinch.
“Okay okay, have you heard of Khonshu?” Marc internally hoped that Steven hadn’t made a complete and total blunder of what you thought.
“Are we still talking about gods? That sounds like a shoe brand.” Marc closed his eyes and sighed knowing that was not going to go over well.
“DID SHE JUST SAY I WAS FOOTWEAR?” Still screaming right behind him you just looked flat out confused.
“I think Steven wants to come out and talk to you about this.” Marc knew he had just dug a hole that he was not going to escape from and knew that maybe Steven had a way to remedy this situation.
“About what? Marc, what is going on?” You didn’t even get a response as his body convulsed slightly. Rolling your eyes you took a large drink from your cup.
“Hello love, how are you tonight?” Steven reached his hand across the table to squeeze the one of yours that was not holding the cup.
“I’m really confused, how are you?” You squeezed his hand back smiling at his affection and his sweet greeting.
“I’m quite good, thank you.” He gave you a smile just staring at you. He was all in his head about how beautiful you looked and how cold your hand felt in his.
“On with it.” Khonshu’s voice made him jump back a bit as he was quickly reminded of what he was there to do.
“Right uh, so Khonshu he is the god of the moon, protector of night travelers and bringer of vengeance in egyptology.” Steven spoke quickly and rose from his seat and grabbed one of the books off of the messy shelves.
“Here let me show you.” He walked over to your side of the table and crouched down next to you. One to get away from Khonshu and two to show you a picture of the god.
“Awe, it's a little bird man.” You tipped your head as Steven turned the book so you could get a better look at the picture.
“LITTLE? I AM BIGGER THAN HER. I AM BIGGER THAN YOU.” Once again Khonshu was slamming his staff on the ground and yelling.
“Ac-actually he was quite large.” Steven piped up, not sure which option was better, making Khonshu happy or accidentally upsetting you.
“How do we know that for sure? He could’ve been literally the same size as he is on this paper.” You joked with Steven laughing, letting him know that even though you were questioning him you didn’t mean anything by it and you weren’t angry with him at all.
“I-” Before Steven could even speak again Khonshu started screaming again, “I WILL SHOW HER MY SIZE. I TOWER ALL OF YOU!”
“Angel, uhm.” You looked at Steven worried, not sure what was going on as he flinched and he was breathing in a panic.
“Stevie, what’s wrong? What is going on? What is all this about?” You turned your whole body to face him, putting a hand on his cheek gently, petting his face with your thumb.
“He’s real and he’s right there and he keeps screaming at me and he’s attached to Marc and I because Marc made a deal to be his avatar because Marc was dying and being a stupid buggar.” Steven sounded like he could cry at the stress that was currently happening.
“Sweetheart, let’s go to bed okay? Let’s go lay down.” Genuine concern was written all over your face because you looked over to where he pointed and saw nothing. And though Marc had brought up almost dying and being saved he didn’t say anything like that. You continued to show Steven affection, now taking your other hand to find one of his and hold it in yours. Rubbing his cheek with your thumb some more.
Did you just call me a stupid buggar? Why is everyone calling me stupid tonight? Steven could hear Marc’s voice in his head, clearly annoyed.
“Hey Steven, right here babe.” You knew Marc was talking to him, probably offended by what he had said or was also just as confused as you were.
“Ask the question idiot.” Khonshu requested from the other side of the table.
“If-if Khonshu revealed himself,”
WOULD EVERYONE STOP SAYING IT LIKE THAT.
“Marc shut it, anyway, if Khonshu was right there and appeared would that scare or upset you.” Steven was giving you a fake smile trying to get things sorted out.
“Uhm, no? I guess not. Steven, I really think we should go lay down.” You offered up going to bed again as you looked at your disheveled, distressed boyfriend.
As you started to rise gently helping Steven stand a voice startled you,
“SEE I AM TALL!” Immediately you turned to look and there stood a bird skull sort of attached to a human body that was mummified.
“How much alcohol was in this cup? Did Marc put drugs in here?” You picked up your glass as Steven basically hid behind you.
And now I am putting drugs in people’s drinks. Great.
A frustrated Marc spoke to Steven as he wrapped his arms around your waist in a protective fashion. Not that Khonshu would hurt you, but he wasn’t happy and you thought something had to be horribly wrong.
“N-no darling, he’s very much real.” Steven reassured you, if you would even call it that considering your options were being way too drunk or that there was an angry god standing before you.
“No wonder Marc acts so weird sometimes.” You leaned back a bit and whispered to Steven, somewhat forgetting that Marc can hear everything you say.
I ACT WEIRD? WHEN DO I ACT WEIRD?
“Hi there Khonshu, I’m Y/n.” You took a deep breath before speaking, leaning forward a bit to get back into your original stance.
“Apologize and we can be confidantes.” Khonshu tipped his beak to the side, his eye holes facing the ceiling.
“Oh, did I hurt your feelings?” It was a genuine question.
“You did not hurt my feelings.” Khonshu immediately looked back at you.
“Then why should I apologize?” You could feel Steven getting tense behind you.
“Because I am a god and that was not nice.” Khonshu spoke back to you.
“So I did hurt your feelings.” You gave the god a little smirk.
“YOU DID NOT.” Khonshu yelled back at you slamming his staff into the floor beside his feet.
“Woah calm down birdy, I’m sorry okay.” You put both of your hands up in defense.
“I suppose you are forgiven, you are very important to my avatar and in that regard are important to me. So, I saw it fit that we meet and begin to build a bond.”
“Did he just say build a bond?” Steven whispered to himself.
Did he just let her call him birdy? Marc responded.
“Relax boys,” you directed your comment towards Marc and Steven, “Yes, that makes sense, we can do that.” Even though you were standing in front of a giant god you felt like worse had happened you had heard and seen weirder. Plus if he was hanging out with the body you consistently were around it was good to know what was protecting them or possibly getting them killed.
“Glad to hear we’re in agreement, we will converse more often, as for tonight I require Marc's assistance but he should be home before the early hours of the morning.”
Did he just give a curfew?
“That would be lovely, then I can spend some time with you and get some rest before work.” Steven gleamed at the arrangement that was just made squeezing you and audibly kissing your cheek.
What the fuck.
“Yes, now give Marc the body. The quicker we move the less time we will take.” Khonshu gave instructions.
Steven kissed you saying see you later as Marc appeared as the presenting person in the body.
“Well, sorry dinner got weird, but uh I will see you tomorrow.” Marc spun you around putting his hands around your waist, dipping down, and kissing you.
“It’s okay, I love you, be safe.” You whispered to Marc as he let you go.
“I love you too babe.” He smacked your ass lightly as you walked away from him. “Dude what the hell was that?” He spoke to Khonshu as he conjured the suit.
“I met her.” Khonshu spoke as they headed out the window rather than the door.
“You let her call you birdy.” As Marc landed he continued his conversation.
“It was a term of endearment. She was being pleasant.” Khonshu walked alongside him.
“Oh my god.” Marc knew this was a mistake, he knew it from the moment it was brought up. What in the world was this going to turn into…
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