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“The Moon Haunts You.”
Khonshu baby, the only thing that haunts me is this video. 😭😭😭
MoonKnight
Saw this on Instagram and why is it giving moon knight 😭😭😭
Khonshu with an avatar that definitely thought he was a woman for, like, a week
☾ Relationship: Khonshu x Gn! Reader
𖤓 Rating: Pure fluff involving misunderstandings (and a silly avatar)
☆ Author's Note: Okay okay okay, first blurb posted - I think I've finally figured out this Tumblr thing (it only took a year).
⋆ The god's newest pick doesn't really know anything about ancient Egyptian gods - they had a phase during middle school where they were obsessed with Egyptian rulers, but the religion was never their strong suit.
⋆ (Maybe to make this extra funny, they have an interest in European art or sumth like that, in which the moon is def a symbol of femininity)
⋆ So when they're approached by this deity of the moon (I'm thinking in some rather rough circumstances, maybe not as dire as Marc's, but still a near death experience - maybe at their own hand after a series of disasters in their life - their soul hopelessly looking for direction, calling out to anything that could hear it), they ASSUME it's a goddess. Because, duh! moon = WOMAN!
⋆ So they're majorly confused when they start reading up on their patron and all of the books and websites and exhibits refer to Khonshu as a GOD.
⋆ The avatar def thinks it's like some ancient misogyny that's carried through the last few millennia ("Ugh, that's actually so fucked up - I mean, what, just because Khonshu has a deep voice and a boxier frame means that she's a MAN? What a crock of shit."), and BRINGS IT UP to Khonshu. Probably asks something along the lines of "Did you know about this? I mean, I assume you did, but should I be correcting it???" While gesturing to the title of a Britannica article on their phone titled Khonshu: Egyptian God of the Ancient Moon. And Khonshu is just absolutely fucking perplexed, because... what???
⋆ So his latest avatar (which he's seriously about to reconsider because what is his foolish mortal talking about) has to be like "Every article I read about you refers to you as a man, does that bother you at all? I mean, I get in ancient times being a man meant having more respect and power and whatever but surely people still would have respected their own goddess, no?"
⋆ And Khonshu is still confused but in the fondly amused way that loved ones are with like, toddlers - shaking his head gently as he laughs that deep, slightly condescending rumble and corrects, "I am a god, little scarab. Not a goddess."
Time cast a spell
Marc Spector x reader x Steven Grant
Word Count: 1.9k
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From the beginning of time souls that were meant to be each other always found one another. In each and every lifetime. Now wasn’t much different either, apart from the fact that they may not have been born in the same decade. The gods laughed at their obliviousness.
The older man, Marc Spector, a unique one he was. 3 men living in one body, a vigilante. Always a villain and violent. His fated one, a much younger woman and a breath of fresh air. Osiris swore to the other gods that she must’ve been a descendant of his, life followed wherever she stood. She was innocence in its purest form. Khonshu observed her from a distance, a part of him wanting to pluck her right out of his avatar’s life, allowing him to lead the life he lives. But he couldn’t, there was something so alluring about a woman who worshipped him every night the moon was full. A funny thing really, his avatar’s other half was a follower of his and oftentimes she pleased him greatly.
Marc met her by accident the first time. It wasn’t much, a bumped shoulder and a grumbled apology but the smell of her fruity perfume stuck around, it was like the scent had wrapped itself into the clothes he wore. He didn’t know what she looked like but she was in his dreams every single night. Steven had grown curious of her, he asked Marc who she was and if she was a special lady friend of his. The latter just snarked at him and Steven listened, clearly finding out that another woman so soon after Layla was a soft spot.
Steven met her the second time. However this time she was distressed, her eyes a little swollen and mascara smudged under her eyes as she chased her furry little feline down the street. Luckily the bastard stopped at his feet, rubbing his black fur all up against Steven’s legs.
“Oh Jazzy, there you are!” She exclaimed, coming to a quick halt as the fat coal coloured cat slowly made his way towards his owner's arms. She picked him up eagerly, the cat snuggling into her chest as if he’d been looking for her. She hadn’t even noticed Steven and Steven was too awkward to say anything.
“Will you speak or just stare at her like a creep?” Marc asked from the reflective surface of the pole. Steven just stuttered but before he could say anything the goddess in front of him did.
“Oh thank you so much for stopping this little fat bastard!” The woman exclaimed, her eyes looking animated as she thanked Steven.
“Oh uh, no need to thank me really, he ran into me” Steven awkwardly smiled, his hand fiddling with the shoulder bag he wore.
“Well Jazzy here doesn’t really just rub up against everyone so you must be special.” She joked, holding the cat in her arms like a baby. Steven just nodded, unable to say anything.
“I’m Y/n by the way.” She tells him, extending her hand for a handshake and Steven, in return, repeats his name to her and she smiles.
“Well I think I must let you head home before I talk your ear off in the alley way. You looked like you were in a rush.” The younger woman spoke gently, her eyes diverting to the cat, keeping a close eye on him. Steven nodded, too stunned to say much else and could only wave goodbye as she turned and left. This time the perfume lingering onto Steven’s clothes.
“Mate I think I might never wash these again” Steven tells Marc, a lovesick expression clouded his eyes.
“Yeah well, that’s not such a good idea, I don’t think we’ll be seeing her again” Marc sneered, certainty coating his words. At that Steven snapped back into reality, Marc’s harsh words sinking in as he continued home.
Jasper’s rough meow woke her up from her peaceful slumber, the old cat deciding to put all of his weight onto her chest, waking her up.
“Jazzy, I love you, I really do but you weigh 12 pounds and I can’t breathe.” She deadpanned. Staring at the cat as if he understood her and maybe he did because he got off her chest and slunk into the spot beside her, cleaning himself. She stared at him for a second, lips twitching up into a smile before she made her way out of bed.
The day to her was unknown. She knew she had errands to run but nothing that would take her more than two hours. Maybe she could drop by the museum, she hadn’t seen it yet despite living in London for 3 years now. She hummed to herself in agreement to the plans, grabbing her clothes and hopping into the shower. Unbeknownst to her, a god eyed her every movement.
Steven wouldn’t say that today was great. Marc had the body the night before and now he was tired and barely conscious. Donna hadn’t been the greatest either, nagging him for his clothes this time around and all Steven could do was give her a look. Jake laughed at him when he saw the state his buddy was in and the latter could only glare at him.
(Y/n) made her way up the stairs of the museum, admiring the poster of the Ennead before she noticed its inaccuracies. The weather was bearable today, not too chilly but just warm enough. She made her way up the steps, walking through each and every exhibition until she reached her favourite, Egypt. There was something about the ancient civilization that called her in, it lured her like a moth drawn to a flame. She stood there for a couple seconds, not quite aware of what would be waiting for her.
Khonshu watched her, his eyes following the young woman like a hawk. He made sure he hid his presence, not wanting her to even sense him in the slightest.
“I wonder how much longer you can hide it from her.” Hathor’s voice purred in the moon god’s ears as she came to stand next to him. Khonshu didn’t turn his gaze away from the woman who was now engrossed in some sarcophagus.
“What is it you want, Hathor? Do you not have your own avatar to attend to.” Khonshu sneered and the goddess chuckled lightly, watching (Y/n) as well now.
“My avatar is doing just fine. She’s thriving,” she said, “yours however, their life might just get turned upside down again.” She smirked and Khonshu thought about engaging in battle there and then. Hathor not privy to his thoughts jus smirked, leaning fully against the pillar.
“I won’t let her.”
“You cannot stop what has already been fated, Khonshu, no matter how much you might try. Don’t forget who she descends from.” Hathor gave the young woman one last look before patting her dear friend’s arm and leaving. Khonshu wondered if she was there just to antagonize him or to help him see clearly.
(Y/n) couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched intently, her red lips curling down into a frown. She didn’t like the feeling and in recent days it had been more prominent, as if the looming figure never left. It started after she got Jasper back from the strange but cute man. Her thoughts drifted towards him, Steven, a charming yet very awkward man. She found him very likeable though and wondered if she’d see him again. However the size of London and the population pulled her out from dreamland, knowing that it would be near impossible.
A small black figure caught her eye as she was immediately drawn to it. Upon inspection it was a plushy of Anubis, a great god turned into one that children would hold in their sleep. She thought it was cute, but then she saw a scarab and then Hathor and so it went on until she had 12 of them in her hands, anymore and she wouldn’t be able to get home.
Steven eyed the woman with the copious amount of gift shop items and a small smile snagged on his face.
“Uh, need some help there?” Steven questioned the stranger, awkwardness thick in his voice, his hands suddenly feeling more clammy.
“Hm, oh yes please!” The voice, a very familiar one chirped back, handing Steven the pile of stuffies before he could say anything else.
“No fucking way.” Marc scoffed from the reflection once the so-called stranger's face was revealed. It was her, the woman Marc bumped into and the one whose cat was rubbing up against Steven.
“Oh it’s you! Hello Steven!” Her voice gleamed with happiness and excitement and Steven suddenly felt faint, his heart was beating too fast that the older man thought he was gonna have a heart attack. Her eyes lit up in a certain way that made it seem like they had stars littered in them and Steven had a hard time looking away from them.
“Oh hello. How is uh, the little bugger?” Steven asked, truly wondering about the black that seemed to fancy him.
“Oh Jasper! He’s doing wonderful, probably looking for a way out as we speak.” She chuckled, waving her hand in the air as her gold bracelets clinked together. Red lips upturned in a soft smile, a far away gaze in her eyes.
“Right yeah. Cheeky bastard.” Steven joked, hoping to hear that laugh again.
“Oh that he is. Now enough about that little trouble maker.” She said, resting her arms on the countertop and leaning forward just a bit, “Would you like to join me for coffee or tea sometime, whatever is preferable to you.” She asked with a delicate smile and Steven was at a loss for words.
“Steven, man, you’re gonna have to say something, she can’t read your mind.” Marc told him, sighing at his friend.
“Oh right! Yes, of course. Does Wednesday at 5pm work for you?” Steven rattled off and the younger woman in front of him could only smile, nod and admire.
“That works perfectly for me Steven, I’ll see you then.” She grabbed the bag of stuffies from him and waved him bye. A small piece of paper with some digits written on it left on the desk.
Steven was giddy and despite Marc’s fake reluctance, he too was looking very forward to this night.
Later that evening, (Y/n) was sprawled onto her bed, her iPad tossed beside her still playing the video she was watching from earlier. Khonshu observed the scene, an intriguing little thing she was.
“Child.” He whispered, his voice mixing in with the air. The young woman stirred a little yet still showed no signs of waking up.
“Little one, arise.” Khonshu poked at her with his staff and that seemingly did the trick.
“Huh, w-what.” She mumbled, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes. She looked ahead only to see bandages wrapped around a humanoid figure until she looked up and saw a floating bird skull, she screeched.
Khonshu leaned down until she was able to see his head, “At last we meet, darling.” His voice mixed in with the night sky as the woman in front of him looked confused and scared before she passed out.
Khonshu stood up, looking at her body and then up at the night sky.
“At last, after eons of torture she took form once again.” He spoke to the sky, his words letting the gods know what they suspected. Taking one last look at her, Khonshu fled in the night sky to his avatar.
He looked at the peaceful Marc Spector, asleep as if he had no worries for tomorrow.
“You have no idea what she will bring you, Marc.” And with those words Khonshu disappeared, letting things play out the way they need to for now.
Tagging these beauties: @weredancingonamoonbeam @jake-g-lockley
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...
I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA :33
WHAT IF…
Khonshu is mad at the boys and just to piss them off he decides to play with you while the boys watch and their not allowed to touch 😻
JUST IMAGINE PLEASE, AND KHONSHU’S ALL LIKE
“They can never play like this with you like this little bug. Am I right?”
:3
It’s okay if you don’t want to write this‼️
Passion
Pairing: Khonshu x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: SMUT, dirty talking, fingering, overstimulating, forced voyeurism, ropes, coming in pants. (Poor Marc is forced to watch), use of princess.
Word Count: 4292
Summary: The god of the moon and his avatar have been in your life for quite some time. Not only do you help with making sure their needs are met, you are a kind soul. A good refresher for the boys to be around when everything else is trying to kill them, including their own god. When Khonshu comes barreling into your apartment, you are stunned. You are picked up and hoisted over his shoulder. The god has a lesson to be taught. But, not for you.
Author Note: I'm a bit late of getting this posted. So sorry. But I hope the seven pages of smut makes it up for that!
Masterlist
Ao3
When a whoosh of air nearly pushes you off of your feet, your face morph into a scowl, head whipping towards the culprit. Said god may not have a face to express his emotions but the tense air that followed him spoke loud enough.
The plastic cup in your hand slammed down on the counter. “What in the world was that for?” you snapped at the god who began to stalk towards your form in the kitchen. You swear, there’s never a day of peace around here. There is always something up with either Khonshu or the three men who stayed with you.
No peace. At all.
Hands snatched your form off of the floor and flung you over a bony, uncomfortable shoulder. A grunt left your lips. “Khonshu!” you attempted to scold the Egyptian god. It seemed like he could care less as he marched through your apartment and into the living room. To where Marc was sitting.
“What in the hell is your problem, pigeon head?” Marc’s voice filtered into the air behind you, in front of Khonshu. The black haired man then made a choking noise when Khonshu move. You squirmed on his shoulder until a swat to your ass stilled you. A whimper fell from your throat. A silent warning.
“You.” Khonshu’s voice thundered inside of each of your heads. Your entire body tingled from the anger that radiated off of his voice. That only meant the two of you were in it deep.
Marc scoffed. “Me?! The hell is that suppose to mean? I’ve been doing nothing all day. How could I possible be at fault for whatever tantrum you’re throwing now?” Your lips pressed together at the man’s words and instantly knew he was going to get it. Only you were allowed to talk to Khonshu like that. Only his little bug, his stardust. Not Marc who is suppose to be his servant.
The air stilled. You could hear your heart thundering in your ears.
Your legs were spread wide, hooked over the outsides of Khonshu’s long, nimble legs. Your eyes rapidly blinked to gain a sense of what just happened. Both of your arms are tied behind your back, locked in a position that only offered Khonshu every chance to touch you. Your back to Khonshu’s chest.
In front of you sat Marc, somehow tied to the one-person chair that’s in your living room. Cream white ropes are attached to each of his limbs before disappearing behind the chair. A look of shock mirrors your own on his face. The two of you peered at each other, stunned into silence at the sudden change of positions.
Out of the two of you, you were the first to move, to squirm in his hold. Large, dexterous hands engulfed your thighs and pinned you to Khonshu’s lap. A long, bony beak appeared to your left, hovering over your shoulder. “Stop moving, little bug. That boy needs to learn a lesson on what’s mine. Only what’s mine to touch.” He makes a point to run the soft pads of cloth fingertips up the inside of your thighs. A shiver shot down your spine.
“What’s mine to feel.” They stopped at the apex of your thighs.
“What’s mine to hear.” A breathless moan fell gracefully from your lips.
Marc scoffed, a scowl etched into his handsome face. “Not like you can taste their sweet nectar,” Marc grounded out his god. The muscles that lined your thighs clenched at the idea. But… Marc was right. Khonshu’s lack of a real mouth hinders that ability.
A dark chuckle vibrated your brain. One of his hands traveled up to rest on your belly and kept you snug to his torso. “One of these days, I shall posses a mortal to finally taste what you brag. It might be even you that I use as a toy for my little bug,” Khonshu’s voice rumbles. You have to bite at your lip, anything to stop yourself from making any noises.
But, he sees it all.
Soft cloth pads skim your jawline. “Do you like that idea, Stardust? The worm might actually have a purpose for me.” Your eyes widened before hooding over, already putty in his hands.
“Like you know anything about that.” There was a hint of jealousy in Marc’s voice. Khonshu’s fingers twitched against the apex of your thigh. “You will never be able to taste their pussy. Not for yourself. Only with a body that isn’t yours.”
A cold drop of water dripped down your spine, causing you to shutter. Fear dribbled into your veins when the tension in the air tenfolded. Marc was going to learn his lesson not to mess with Khonshu.
Not when it came to you.
The shirt that once adorn your torso was promptly ripped off and discarded off to the side. You yelped and squirmed, not prepared to have your chest exposed so soon. Your nipples hardened at the sudden cool air brushing over them. Marc could be heard cursing under his breath, eyes watching the scene unfold before him.
Warm hands palmed at your freed breasts, playfully squeezing the flesh. You squirmed in his lap and rocked your hips without meaning to. The beak to your left slightly tilted up into the air. Fingers pinched at your nipples. Your breath hitched as your back arched up into the greedy hands. He continued to play with them, gaining noises he wished he could bathe in. This will have to satisfy him.
Your head tilted back as well to rest against his chest, back continued to be arched.
“Does this feel good, little one? Do you like having my large hands on you? Where I can feel every inch of your body?” The deep rumble of his voice inside of your mind did things to you. Your jaw dropped with a soft moan, eyes drifting over to his skull head. He was handsome in his own, unique way. From his towering presence to voice that could probably make you come just by him talking.
“Princess, come on. You think he has any control over you?” Marc bit out and brought you back to the presence. You gazed over at him, eyes lightly hooded over. A whine built up in your throat only to be cut off by a hiss. Khonshu harshly pinched at your nipples.
Shocks of pain and pleasure raced down your spine at the roughness. Your hips rutted up against nothing in search of friction. The man strained against the ropes once more in hopes they would finally give. The power of a god heavily outweighs his strength. They hold.
The god growls and gropes your breasts harder. “I do. You will sit there and watch as I pleasure my little bug. You will have nothing, not even scraps after I am finished with them,” Khonshu explains what is going to happen. You tug on the ropes binding your hands behind your back but they, too, are holding firmly.
His hands left your chest. One arm wraps around torso and easily lifts you up. The other hand grips at the waist band of your pants. With one powerful tug, the shorts are promptly torn from your body. They were also discard mindlessly. Your first reaction was to close your legs, nervous to be exposed like this in front of Marc. Him and others have seen you naked before, but you weren’t expecting this.
Both of his hands hold your thighs down on top of his, preventing you from closing off the sight. “Keep them open. Make them beg for it. Make them want you in ways they can’t,” he growls into the depths of your mind in a soft, rumbling whisper. His voice is husky, thick with lust and anger.
When he felt you timidly relax in his lap, he let one of his hands drift to your mound. Clothe wrapped fingers glided over your skin and cupped your sex. You couldn’t help your hips rutting against his palm.
A dark chuckle resonated in your mind. “Such a needy little thing in the eyes of my avatar. Do you know what he is thinking about right now?” You whined and turned your head away from Marc, eyes shut. Khonshu snarled. His free limb snatched your chin and forced you to face Marc again. “I didn’t say you could look away from him. Keep those pretty eyes on him, little bug. Or else, I’ll tease you for hours straight, never letting you come.”
“Please, no!” you pleaded, eyes darting up towards Khonshu’s face. His fingers squished your cheeks together. You returned your gaze back on the man in front of you.
There was a bulge in his pants. His eyes were focused on you despite the fact Khonshu hid away your exposed cunt. He watched when Khonshu allowed on of his lithe fingers prod at your entrance.
You wiggled your hips against his hand, desperate for the penetration. “That feels good, doesn’t it. It does. I can feel you getting wet, little bug,” he taunted darkly. Khonshu pulled his hand away to show off the slick on his middle finger. He used another finger to see the string of slick connecting the two. “Such a good little bug. So good for me.” You whimpered, pussy throbbing at the lost of contact.
“I wouldn’t be teasing you as much, princess. You know that. I would give you what you deserve,” Marc reasoned, trying to you to break free and come to him. The ache in his groin only growing. He wished to touch your skin, to feel you, to taste you. He wanted to feel your lips on his while he rutted into you passionately. “A good fuck.”
Khonshu hummed nonchalantly. “Oh, they will. You’ll get to watch as their tight pussy stretches to accommodate my size. The way it gapes, my cum leaking from them. I will mark them as mine, only mine.” You gasped at the touch of a finger prodding your entrance again. Another one joined it before pressing passed your labia.
The slick that gathered on the digits eased their intrusion. Your walls clenched down on his fingers as he pressed all the way to the knuckle. The fingers wiggled. They were against your cervix. God, he was so deep with just his digits. You groaned lowly in your throat, head tilting backwards again. Yet, a hand on your chin prevented you from soaking into the pleasure blindly. “I said keep your eyes on the worm.”
Through the haze of your mounting pleasure, you pinned your gaze on the stressed man. His gaze was directly on Khonshu’s hand. His face was twisted with anger. The former pleading and reason hadn’t worked before. The muscles in his neck bulged when he strained against his restraints once more. “Let me go, bird brain. You don’t even know how to treat them right. Fucking let me go!”
Only a chuckle echoed in the air. Khonshu pulled out his fingers until the pads rested on a place he knew so well. Then, they curled. You choked on a gasp, eyes snapping wide. He had immediately found your g-spot, heavily rubbing against it. His thumb settled on your puffy, throbbing clit and started to rub circles on it. You panted, eyes flickering down to his hand between your legs. No wonder Marc was watching you intently.
“But, you’re wrong, my avatar. I know every little thing about their body. Each quirk, each noise. I know everything. Even how to make them… squeal.” He emphasized his point by harshly pressing down on both your clit and g-spot. A cry left your lips, thigh muscles desperate to close on his hand. The pleasure skyrocketing into a territory that was too much for you to handle.
Yet, the god didn’t stop there. He started a fast, rough pace that left you reeling for ground to stand on. There was none. All you could do was sit there and endure the pleasurable pain that radiated inside of you.
“Khonshu! You’re being too rough,” Marc snapped, muscles bulging. It should be him pleasuring you like that, not him. Not that asshole of a god he was bond to. Though, it wasn’t unlike to be just as rough. But, he would rather be him controlling the situation than the Egyptian god.
If the god could, he would have a massive smirk plastered on his face. “No, I don’t think I am.” He made a point of thrusting his hand hard. The obscene noises between your legs only grew. “Don’t you agree, little one.” You clenched around his digits as answer, too focus on the impending orgasm. He groaned and curled his fingers every few thrusts.
The throbbing intensified. Your eyes left Marc as you gazed up at the god. “Khon, I-I’m going to-ah!” You tried to warn him but the words were hard to get out. He chuckled and tightened his hold around your torso.
“I know, little bug. Now, eyes back on the worm. He should get a front row seat to how you come on your god’s hand.” You obeyed his command, anything to get to the end.
Marc’s anger was still evident in his eyes while he looked at you. You knew if there was a chance, he would be directly between your legs, either fucking you into a oblivion or eating you out like a starved man. Khonshu kept his avatar firmly locked up; unable to touch not only himself but you as well.
“That’s it, love. Come. Come at the thought of me fucking you. Imagine it’s me inside of you,” Marc purred with a smirk gracing his features. “Imagine my cock making you feel this good. My cock feels better. I know it does.”
“Are you going to believe him, Stardust? You know how my cock feels inside of you, stretching you out, filling in places no mortal could ever even touch. You love the feeling of my cum dripping out of you, marking you from the inside out,” he spoke into your mind, voice rumbling.
Your brows pushed together, breath quickening. Your orgasm was right there, you were standing on the edge. “That’s it, come for your god.” Your entire body tensed up, shattering in his lap. White noise filled your ears, blocking out all the noises in the world. Fire pooled in the pit of your belly and spreading out to every corner of your frame.
As you came down, you squirmed and thrashed when he didn’t stop. The ropes bite into your wrists. “Such a beautiful sight.” One of them said it. You whined.
The fingers inside of you left. Your limp body was lifted up, unable to hold any limb, head lolling back against his shoulder. “You did so good, little bug. But you’ve got more.” You made another pathetic noise and looked at him through your dazed expression. He kept you lifted up for a few more moments. Then, you felt the familiar touch of a cock at your entrance. Your toes curled in preparation.
“Yeah, that’s what you want, isn’t it?” You could only nod your head and grind down on the tip. It barely through your labia before you were stopped. You whimpered and tried everything in the book to get him inside of you. He couldn’t just tease you like this and not allow you to sink down on him.
A hand grabbed the back of your knee and hoisted it up to your chest. The arm around your torso also included that leg. You were completely exposed to Marc as all he could do was watch the twitching cock prod your wet entrance. A whine built up in the back of your throat while Khonshu denied your wants and needs. Said god rocked his hips, dragging the head against your soaked labia.
With a single push, the head broke past and entered inside of your warm, welcoming core. Your fingers clawed at the fabric of Khonshu’s stomach. No matter how many times the two of you fucked, he stretched you out each time. It’s like your body begged to be broken every time.
Khonshu sunk you down to the hilt and kept your body flush with his upper frame. You were a panting mewling mess just from him entering you. Your toes curled as you looked at Marc, jaw slackened.
The previous orgasm in your system aiding your ability to take him in one go. Your mind foggy, sluggish to think besides the lust simmering in your veins. You throbbed around his length. The god groaned in agreement, his hold tightening around you. “You love it when your god splits you open on his cock. In front of his avatar. Making the servant watch what I take as mine,” he purred into the depths of your mind.
“You took that so good, princess. Are you thinking about how it could be my cock?” Marc’s voice graced your ears. You hummed and slightly nodded. Truly, you were too dazed to understand what he had fully said. The cock inside of you taking away your ability to think properly. You didn’t care who’s it was. All you wanted was someone to be inside of you, fucking you mindlessly and turning you into a puppet for their enjoyment.
Khonshu scoffed. “No, they’re not. They have my cock deep inside of them, knowing it’s me who is ruining them for anyone else,” he snapped, his hold tightening on you. “You won’t get to feel what I get to feel. They’re so fucking tight. They were made for me. And me only. I am their god. They worship me.” Jealousy alit in his voice.
He decided to make a point by lifting you up until only the head was still buried in you before letting you drop. The sudden thrust of him filling you had you arching your back. It pushed more of him inside of your tight pussy, taking more than you every thought possible. The head far enough to bruise your cervix. You cried out, hands clawing at his stomach.
“I worship them. They’re so good. Such a good little bug, taking my cock,” he growled, thrusts quickening. Your brows furrowed together, jaw dropping again. You kept your eyes on Marc, trying to obey Khonshu like the good little human you are to him.
Clothed fingers touched at your exposed clit, throbbing with each deep, fast thrust into you. The size of him kept constant pressure against your g-spot, alighting your clit with need. His touch sent your head flying backwards, disobeying his direct order. But, the god was lost in burying his dick so far inside of you would forget about Marc, Jake, and Steven. You would only think about him. HisHe is your god.
Your legs were desperate to close, to fight off the sting of overstimulation crawling up your spine. The touch on your clit, g-spot, cervix was all too much for you to handle.
Yet, his thighs kept yours spread wide open, preventing you from hiding away from his avatar’s sight. The few times he would allow Marc to see you like this, so open and taking his cock. Khonshu growled. His arm tightening around your torso while his pace increased to a brutal speed.
Skin slapped against cloth so hard it caused your skin to tingle. The nerves alit blaze with each pound. You started to squirm. The pleasure growing to a point it hurt in such a good way. Your toes curled. A white ring forming around the base of Khonshu’s cock and only growing with each thrust. All you could do was take, take, take. There was no chance to wiggle free for a moment of rest.
“They can never play like this with you like this little bug. Am I right?” The god’s voice thundered in your mind, echoing inside. His nimble fingers pinched your clit. You keened, tears pooling on the edge of your lash line. “Answer me!”
You find your voice, barely audible. “Yes! Oh my god, yes!” That’s all you can scream out that could make sense. The pressure on your clit relaxed. He restarted his original speed on the nub again.
Everything ached down to the bone in the most sweetest of ways. You had been reduced to nothing more than a blubbering, drooling mess in his lap. Your head tipped back, unable to keep straight no matter how you hard.
The god tightened his hold on you, fingers digging into your thighs. Bruises left in their wake. “You’re mind. You understand? You’re mine to take. Mine to fill. Mine to hear your moans. Everything about you is mine,” he bit out. Your dazed mind wholeheartedly agreed. He fills your pussy in the best of ways, stretching you out and ruining you for any other person. You were his. Through and through.
“Fucking come, little bug. Come on my cock. Show the worms how much you love my dick.” Your body obeyed the god.
White flashed behind your eye lids and left you blinded. Drool dripped down from the corner of your mouth. You didn’t even know if you were screaming as a chaotic silence engulfed you. Your hands pulled, tugged at the ropes, desperate for something to ground you. You felt like you were floating in a sea of lust and desire. Nothing to anchor you. Each thrust pushing you further out into the ocean.
In the back of your mind, it started small. The poke of overstimulation. You weakly moaned your discomfort and squirmed in his lap, muscles going lax again. Khonshu snapped his hips harder against you. He was lost in his own pleasure, desperate to fill you. Mark you from on the inside out. Those worms will never get this deep in you, tainting you in the way he does.
His hips snapped once, twice, thrice before pressing firmly to yours. Your body twitch, feeling his cock throb inside of you. Ropes of cum filling you up, staining your insides. The god is groaning inside of your mind, muttering how much you are his. He refuses to let up his tight grip, not every last drop is poured deep.
Your thigh is slowly released to rest on top of his own. Large palm petted down your sides, calming down your panting. Fingers teasingly pinch at your hard nipples for a fleeting moment. “Such a good little star, taking it all. You better not let any of it drip out.” You shuttered and whined at him. “You’re going to keep it all inside of you, right? I want you to feel it dripping out of you all fucking day. Even if Marc has a turn with you, your only thoughts will be about how deep I was.”
Dazed, you nodded and turned your head to nuzzle against his chest. He softened, hands continuing to pet your sides and the tops of your thighs. “Yes, you’re mine, little one.”
Khonshu was gentle when grabbed your hips and dragged you off of his cock. The pull rubbed across your sensitive g-spot, causing you to twitch. He shushed your softly and laid you down on the bed. A towel under your hips for the moment.
“You’re an asshole, Khonshu,” Marc grounded out, sounding like he was on the verge of murder. The god chuckled and cupped your cheek. Your eyes flickered over to the wrecked man. A wet spot in his pants.
“I like to think myself as generous. I could’ve blindfolded you, so all you could hear was their moans and cries. But, I was nice enough to allow you see and hear everything.” The hairs that stuck to your forehead were carefully combed out of the way. “Now though? You’ve bothered me enough. Leave.” His thumb stroked your cheek. You weakly nuzzled against it.
“What?!” Marc sputtered, face morphing with shock. He fought harder to free himself but again, he can’t win against a god. Not when his little mortal was in his hold. “You can’t serious think I’m going to willingly leave. They need care, love, and affection. You don’t even know single thing about any of those!”
The bony tip of a beak pressed a mock kiss to your forehead, nuzzling for a moment. Then, the god turned a dangerous look towards his avatar. “This was meant to be a lesson, but it seems you’ve yet to learn from it. I shall make sure it sticks next time. My little star needs rest and you are bothering them. Out!”
All the ropes that held Marc to the chair dissipated. Before the man had a chance to step an inch close to the two of you, a gust of wind sent him flying through the bedroom door. It promptly shut and locked.
Your god returned his gaze back onto you, shoulders relaxing. “Now, with the worms gone, I can focus solely on you.” His voice is gentle in your mind like a soft caress. You hummed, eyes drifting shut. You could still feel his cum slowly dripping out of you, staining the towel underneath you. “You did so well for me, little bug.” The corners of your mouth curled up weakly.
There was no doubt in your mind that Khonshu would move the stars and moon for you if you asked for it. He was yours as much as you were his.
The trend in fics where Khonshu is a part of the reader’s life too but he gives them softer treatment will never not be funny to me.
Like the bird is sort of Mr. Steal-Yo-Girl over there, he lowkey just has a crush on them.
