khonshus-stardust

[khonshus-stardust]

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.

[khonshus-stardust]

HEAR ME OUT

It’s just you in your room and Khonshu shows up and pent up and wants to do something now. But is also upset (for whatever reason) so he makes you finger your self on your bed and just watches you while rubbing himself through his lines and talks you through it, then after your first 0rgasm he’s just suddenly right in front of you and begins too overstimulate you by fingering you and degrading you for listening to him so easily and calling you his dirty little bug🫶🤭

Take It

Pairing: Khonshu x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, dirty talking, fingering, overstimulating, name calling (dirty little bug, slut, etc.)

Word Count: 2735

Summary: In a fit of rage, the god appears in your room while you're in the middle of reading. Used to this behavior, you don't act different until he orders you to strip. He's tense and needs release.

Author Note: I sent a screenshot of this to my bestie. The two of us were freaking out because this is fucking gold! Thank you for being my first ask on this blog! I'm glad to see you return as well

Masterlist

Ao3

Air swirled harshly around your lax form reading on the bed. After the countless times the god has appeared in your room time and time again, you’ve grown accustomed to this. Your eyes don’t leave the entertaining pages before you.

A cold hand encases your bare ankle and yanked you closer to the foot of your bed. The yelp that left your lips couldn’t be helped. Your eyes snapped to the imposing ancient Egyptian god that stood your room. A glare was easily set on his tattered form. “What is wrong with you?” you snarked before shaking your head. “Don’t answer that. I know: it’s a lot.”

His grasp let go of your ankle. Khonshu, known for being the god of the moon, towered in over your form. Despite having no muscles and only cloth to make up his frame, he held himself tensely. His hands were balled into fists at his sides; shoulders slightly bunched up; and he just stood there, looking at you. As if one more wrong thing could send him into a frenzy.

It was a sight you were familiar with. Dealing with Khonshu was a full-time job that was unpaid.

Despite having a hate-love relationship with the dead bird god, that didn’t stop you from being concerned about him. The book in hand was marked then set to the side, on the nearby nightstand. You go to sit up on your knees when the god finally spoke up.

“Don’t move,” Khonshu barked, body growing even tenser. You turned your head to the side and looked at him suspiciously. The god took a step back and rested a hand on the end board of your bed. The walls of your room not tall enough to allow him full freedom to stand tall.

The metal creaked precariously under his massive, lithe hands. “Strip.” Your head jolted yet your thighs clenched together.

“Excuse me?” you sputtered with your lips parting afterwards. His hand tightened again. Khonshu took a step forward to further crowd into your space. His long beak surging passed any boundaries. The soulless, empty sockets of the skull of his head bore holes into your head.

“I said strip,” he growled, voice ringing in your head. The lump in your throat was hard to swallow. Your tongue darted out and coated your dry lips. “Don’t make me say it again.” Your whole body shuttered.

Timidly, you reached for the hem of your shirt before finding somewhere else to look at. The fabric was pulled over your head and tossed to the side.

Khonshu hummed. “Don’t stop.” Like the good follower of the moon god you are, you listened to his demands. The rest of your clothing is pulled off and thrown off to the side of the bed. He observed the entire time, enjoying the exposed skin you relented to him.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve been naked before the god. Like mentioned before, you had a love-hate relationship with him. Both sides of the coin included letting him use you for his own pleasure. A life you enjoyed with little complaint.

“Scoot back, up against the headboard, little bug,” he ordered and stepped back, hand leaving the end board. Timidly, you followed the instructions and used the pillows as a comfortable rest and barrier from the cool material. Throughout the times you’ve done this with him, you kept your legs closed with anxiety driving you. His never-ending gaze caused your heart to flutter like the wings of a bird.

The god himself sat himself down in the only chair in your bedroom, legs spread wide. His imposing frame purposefully taking in all the space it could.

One of his legs was jutting out while the other was bent at the knee. An elbow was perched on the armrest at an acute angle, wrist hanging loosely. His other arm hung loosely off the other armrest, palm touching his thigh. A relaxed form for the god who looked ready to tear into something less than two minutes ago.

His long beak tilted up and slightly to the side to show off his nonexistent throat. “Look at you,” he mused. If his face wasn’t stagnant, you believed a carefree smirk would be etched into his features. With his arm jutting into the air, he lazily wiggled his pointer finger side to side at you. “Open those legs for me.”

You bite at your bottom lip then let your legs spread open. “A sight for sore eyes,” Khonshu groaned and shifted his hips. You sucked in a quick breath at the sight and had to stop yourself from mewling at the move.

But the god noticed the way your empty pussy clenched and chuckled lowly. His voice continuously swirling inside of your head. “Touch your clit, little one.” This side of Khonshu wasn’t what you were used to but fuck, you felt your body heat up at it.

One of your hands drifted between your spread legs and pressed against your clit. It throbbed against your fingertips. You leaned your head back and started to softly rub circles.

“Did I say move?” Khonshu growled and leaned forward in his seat. You whined and gave the god a frown, hand stilling. “Pout all you want, slut. Only I get to tell you what to do.” The god scoffed and returned his relaxed posture from before.

With that same finger pointing in your general direction, he used two to show a spreading movement. “Spread more. I want to see every little flutter, every little throb.” You huffed but listened to him, letting your legs open further for his gaze.

A cool breeze drifted over your exposed moist labia. You shuttered, thighs tensing. “Poor thing, already getting wet all because of my words. Isn’t that right, little bug?” All you could do was nod softly. He dipped his massive skull. “Now, you may play with your clit. Go slowly, light pressure.”

Now with permission, you started an even pace. Your walls constructed for a moment at the new source of pleasure. You groaned and rested your head back against the headboard. It offered relief to the building lust in the pit of your stomach.

You knew what to do. The movements familiar and memory this long into your life. The way you flicked your wrist into perfect motion, albeit slower than you would like.

More of your arousal began shine in the low light of the room at the beginning of your entrance. “Stop.” In the haze of your pleasure, you didn’t realize he had even said anything to you the first time. “I said stop!” You jolted and removed your hand unwillingly with a mewl. Your clit flutter, demanding for you return to your former movements.

Slightly dazed, you eyed the god still in his chair, position barely even changed. The hand on his thigh had slide up further to rest close to where his thighs meets his waist. “With one finger, push into that tight little cunt,” he instructed.

Happily, you followed through with just your middle finger entering you. The simply yet obscene noise had you whining, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough. The god had ruined you since the first time he drove into you. You looked at him with sweet doe-eyes and silently pleaded for more.

“Hm, look how good you take it,” he groaned. His hand slid up only a couple more inches and cupped a lump under the wrappings that covered his form. It took you longer than you would have admitted to realize he was palming himself. Your walls pulsed around the finger buried into your soaked cunt. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

All you could offer was a mewl. The god tsked. “Use your thumb to rub at your clit and curl your middle finger. Find your g-spot.”

Instantly, you listened, desperate for whatever he allowed. Your finger curled deep inside of you and easily found that spongy spot. A shock of pleasure was sent up your spine to dwell in the pit of stomach. “Oh, fuck,” you moaned and used your thumb to draw tight circles around your engorged clit. It pulsed against your thumbpad.

Your jaw dropped with airily, breathless pants and whines. Clear, stick arousal freely drips from your slightly filled entrance and rolls down the swell of your ass cheeks before soaking into the bedsheets. Your other hand trembled on the mattress, gripping the blankets tightly.

Involuntarily, you couldn’t control your hips squirming, trying to add fuel to the growing embers. “Stay still, don’t move your hips,” Khonshu growled, voice huskier than before. You reopened your eyes and find the god rubbing at his clothed cock. It strained for release. You could imagine the feel of it. The head popping past your labia and stretching your walls to accommodate him all over again. The way the tip slammed against your cervix at each hard thrust, trying to fight every inch inside your smaller body.

The hand on the bed slapped against your mouth, sealing the whimpers beginning to spill freely from your loose lips. You locked your teeth down on a knuckle as the pleasure began to build further in the pits of stomach.

“Let me hear you. Don’t you dare hide anything from me, little bug!” the god snarled and was on the verge of leaping from his seat to tear your hand from your mouth. His free palm slammed against the armrest, balled into a fist. He continued to rub himself harder, using the heel of his hand.

Your unfocused eyes found the empty, dark sockets of his. The knuckle fell away to rest on your thigh. Khonshu growled and grabbed the end of the armrest righter. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Just like that. Look at all that mess. So messy,” he rambled and stayed leaning forward, ready to leap to action.

A strewn of whines and mewl filled the rooms vacant air as you grew closer, velvet walls tightening around your single finger. “Feels-“ he groans “-good doesn’t it?” Your toes begin to curl, legs growing taunt. “I want to see you, watch you come just at the sound of my voice, little one.” You do your best to keep your eyes on the tense god before you. Anything to please him.

“You going to come, sweet little mortal?” his voice echoes inside of your head, bouncing off of the walls. You rapidly nodded your head and couldn’t help but fasten your fingers, needing quicker movements. He doesn’t stop you, watching as your head pitched back with a cry of his name.

The soft, ribbed walls of your pussy constricted around your finger, locking down on the intrusion. They begin to flutter, like bird wings.  You rubbed fiercely at that spongy spot just shy of your entrance, inside of you.

As the crescendo helped drag your mind back to the depths of your body, you felt large, lithe hands wrapped around your wrist. Your digit was pulled free, only connected with a clear strong of your slick for a moment before it was laid to rest at your side. A whine pulled free from your throat, eyes flickering open. You gasped at the imposing form of Khonshu kneeling on the bed, between your spread legs. “Khonshu?” you whispered his name after moments ago screaming it to his fellow gods.

He didn’t answer and cupped your sex, easily dwarfing it in his palm. Still in the downfall of your orgasm, you yelped but jerked your hips up to gain friction. His other hand entered your vision and took hold of your hip, now pinned to the mattress.

Two fingers prodded at your dripping folds before pushing in. Your head smacked against the headboard but the pain was brushed to the side. The digits press against your cervix before they were pulled out enough to touch at your G-spot only an inch or two passed your labia.

Pleasure filled your veins, turning your mind slowly into slush at the sudden stimulation. You were still trying to reel yourself in from the last orgasm. “You’re so wet, little bug. All just from me telling you to fuck yourself with your fingers. Such a dirty little bug listening to their god,” he purred inside of your mind. His voice velvet in the depths of your brain.

The hand that had brought you to your first orgasm shakily wrapped around his thin wrist for support. Khonshu continued to fuck you with two of his fingers, stretching you more than what any of your own digits could. “You take my fingers so well. I’ve ruined you for any mortal. You’re all mine, little mortal. All mine to ruin and dirty.” Your cunt fluttered again. “Such a dirty little bug liking me destroying you.”

You panted and tried to thrust your hips up for more, anything to drag his fingers deeper into you. “Please, Khon. More, more,” you pleaded the god of the moon, eyes hazing over, pupils blown wide. None of the iris able to peek through in the low light.

Khonshu chuckled, vibrating your mind. “Such a slut, begging for more.” This own thumb covered the entirety of your engorged clit and pressed against the sensitive nub. You gasped and shuttered at the tingling feeling overestimating your nerves. Your hand tightened. Khonshu scoffed. “You asked for it. Now, you’re going to take what I give.”

Once more, you clenched down on him. He gave a particular hard thrust of his digits into you g-spot that had trying to lift off of the bed. He just laughed then started to rub circles on clit.

The texture of the cloth that encased his body dragged across the sensitive flesh of your nub. You whined and attempted to pull at his wrist. But the god was situated where he wanted to be.

He continued onward and picked up a pace that had you squirming wildly underneath him. It was to the point he used his own legs to pin down yours to control your lower half. “You’re going to take what I give,” he reiterated.

The overstimulation created arcs of electricity across your skin, making your entire body not only feel alive but on fire. One of your hands clawed and fisted the bedsheets, desperate for purchase the closer you got to exploding.

Your nerves had been burned, filled with too much energy than they could handle. Like the pleasure, you consumed the pain all the same, wanting more. “Dirty little bug, letting a god ruin them, fucking them with his fingers.”

White blinded you as you screamed out a pathetic cry and arched your back. Khonshu did not stop. He used his fingers to draw your orgasm out as long as possible. Your nerves were lit on fire, burning fiercely just under your skin. They were being rubbed raw, bare for him to play with as he pleases. Your screams began to turn into whimpers and mewls. You fell flat back to the bed in heap of mush and ecstasy.

Khonshu finally relented when your body gave its last shuttered. His thin digits were pulled free from the depths of you used cunt. You twitched one more time. He held up his hand and spread his two fingers apart. They were connected at the tips by a clear, sticky string of your slick. “One of these days, I’ll take a mortal form so I can taste your sweet essence,” he muttered more to himself than the room.

Tiredly, you huffed through your nose and looked at him, eyes still dazed over. Khonshu leaned over and cupped your cheek in his clean hand. “You did so well for me, my little dirty bug,” he whispered and pressed the tip of his beak to your forehead. You smiled weakly at him.

“Are you going to tell me what had you in a tissy when you arrived?” you asked him in a soft voice and nuzzled into his palm. The god shook his head.

“Nothing you need to worry that pretty little head over. God issues,” he stated then reached over, pulling a towel hanging from end board of the bed. The god carefully used it to clean off the inside of your thighs and his fingers. He pecked your forehead again. “Till we meet again, my dear mortal.” Then, in rush of wind, the god was gone from sight.

[khonshus-stardust]

OMG, I AM SO HAPPY I FOUND SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR KHONSHU, I KNEW I COULDN’T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTS TO FUCK HIM

Hahaha! I love this! I'm glad to know there's more out there. He's so fuckable mannnnn. It's voice bro. I can't. It's just yummmmm. Hey, if you want to hit me up for any requests, I'm more than happy to write for him!

[khonshus-stardust]

Different Ways

Pairing: Khonshu x Reader

Word Count: 2429

Summary: Once in awhile, Khonshu will allow his avatar to have a break. It's the four of you: Marc, Layla, Khonshu, and yourself in a town you love to visit. You are happily strolling along when you spot a necklace that was far out of your price range. So, keep going along when you notice the tall mummy bird god gone from sight. Where did he go?

Author Note: Don't worry folks! I haven't forgotten about our favorite dead god. I got caught up in requests on my other blog and have been trying to keep up with them.

Masterlist

Ao3

There was something about seeing the moon god causally chilling on the wall’s edge. One leg hung over the edge while the other rested underneath that one. His staff leaned against said brick wall, between his legs. The crescent end next to his skull.

After all that has occurred with Ammit and Egypt, you didn’t expect to see him like so. Khonshu looked relaxed compared to how you first saw him. So demanding and ready for battle, and grouchy. Very grouchy. You smiled minutely at this. He’s a very grouchy and jealous god. You didn’t know why but your heart fell for him.

Before you, Marc and Layla conversed about something. There was no mission to worry about currently. Instead, the three of you were taking a short vacation. One that everyone needed.

A deep breath of oxygen filled your lungs. The air up here was fresh with the pine trees. You’ve missed this place, only visiting a few times throughout your life. Leavenworth, no matter the time of year, was amazing to visit. Though the cooler weather wasn’t for everyone. You didn’t mind one bit. No jacket as your two friends were wrapped up with one of their own.

The shadow of something past near you, making your head tilt up. A hawk of sorts glided far above the ground, eyes searching for a snack. It’s wings flapped a few times as it circled in the air. That made you look over to Khonshu’s last position once more, but the god wasn’t there. You raised a brow at this in question and turned your head to search for him.

He appeared behind Marc, making him jump at the sudden appearance. Any person around him barely gave notice and stayed focused on their conversations. Said human whipped his head to glare at the god but immediately looked back at Layla. “Khonshu,” he spat out quietly with a harsh tone. You giggled at this and leaned back in your chair.

Layla peered over at you and smiled. “Shouldn’t he be used to that by now?” she teased her husband and pointed her thumb at him. You agreed with her, nodding your head at Layla, a sparkle in your eyes.

“Yeah, I have been around him the least and quickly got over it,” you jestered alongside Layla. She took at sip from her bubbly drink, no ice. That was true. Though, you were easy to scare. The spooks the god gave you were quickly thwarted after the third for forth time he suddenly appeared in your apartment.

Marc turned his glare to the two of you, causing said duo to snicker at his expression. “I’m easily frightened by him,” he tries to excuse himself. It doesn’t work as much as he thinks it does.

Instead, the two of you looked at one another again and laughed, both leaning towards the other. Marc huffed and harshly fell back against the back of his seat. You two just laughed all over again. “You’re playing yourself, Worm,” Khonshu snarked from behind said avatar. You shook your head at the name calling but couldn’t hide the minute smile.

Khonshu disappeared then reappeared neck to you, casting a shadow over you. “I saw that, Stardust,” he was quick to point out. A hint of red blushed over your cheeks at this. You grasped at your drink and sipped away at it.

“I have no idea what you mean,” you stated and peeked out to look over at the masses moving about on the street. No clue. Completely innocent here. Khonshu hummed deeply at your words and rested a large hand on your shoulder. Your entire body tensed up at this. What is he doing?

“Hmm, I thought I saw you smile. Isn’t that something you mortals do? When I called the worm here ‘Worm’,” he continued to try and get you to admit. Something you didn’t want to do. You disliked when Khonshu called Marc ‘Worm’. It’s disrespectful. After everything that has occurred. How could Khonshu name call him things that like? Yet, he calls you ‘Stardust’. You didn’t mind that one. You did have a passion for the stars.

You shook your head once more, denying the accusation. Everything besides the god was intriguing. You saw the playful smirk on Layla’s face and gave her a knowing look. One she laughed at. Being at the other end of the teasing wasn’t fun. Your arms crossed with a pout, lip jutting out. Your cup still hiding a portion of your face.

The god hummed, the stood up. Though, his face doesn’t have the ability to move, you sensed a smirk before he straight up disappeared. Uh oh. That made you fear on where he had gone. He has something up his sleeves. Sometimes, you swear he should be the god of tricks. “Well that’s not good,” Layla stated and set down her bubbly drink. You shot her a ‘no shit’ look.

“He has something planned and I don’t like it,” you sighed and scanned the surroundings. Not a sign of the mummy god anywhere. “I swear, if he messes with my apartment, I will find a way to kill him.” That’s your place, your little place carved out in this world. You hated when people messed with your things.

Layla laughed ad rested fully on the backrest of her chair. “I believe he won’t dare do that,” she said with honesty. You hoped she was right. Or else.

Later on, after lunch had been consumed, the three of you paid and left for the streets. Though, it wasn’t the winter months, where everyone from all the states migrated to see the lights, Leavenworth was still busy. People bustled about, making you nervous and sticking close to Marc and Layla. People weren’t your thing. Let alone a bunch of them. Yet, this place calls to you and makes you take the trip up here.

Something in a shop’s window caught your attention, you broke away from the trio and made your way into the building. It smelled like old pine wood, one of the best smells. You smiled at that and slipped between people towards the window.

A silver necklace with a gold crescent moon and stars hung from a holder. Call yourself cliché with your whole situation and feelings for a specific god, but it was maginfic. You checked the price tag and cringed. Of course. You pouted, gave it one last look, then moved away to graze through the small shop.

Nothing else called to you. That frustrated you. There was a buzz from your phone. You slipped the device into your hand and noticed a text from Marc. ‘Where are you?’ Shit, right. Whoops. A quick response to explain what happened and where to meet was sent to him. You got a thumbs up in return. You deadpanned at the message before leaving the store.

As you stepped back onto the wide sidewalk, you peered back into the window. The necklace was gone! The others around it swaying. With the amount of people around, you held onto a sadden noise and slugged your shoulders. Welp, that was that. You lost your opportunity.

Though, you didn’t grow up a densely populated area, you knew how to snake your way through the sea of people. It wasn’t long before you saw the familiar faces of Marc and Layla. You quickened your pace then stopped before them. “Sorry, got distracted,” you apologized.

“Find anything interesting? “ Marc questioned as the three of you started on your path again.

“Yeah, but it was too much. When I left the store, it was already gone,” you said and scanned the upcoming buildings for anything of interest. There was one store that caught your attention. That have the best ice cream you have ever tasted.

Marc made an ‘aww’ noise and placed a consoling hand on your shoulder. “There’s always next time.” That, he was correct for. But that didn’t less that face you lost this opportunity.  You purposely knocked your shoulder into his.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You smiled at him then felt a certain presence behind you. If you haven’t been around him so many times, you would’ve spooked. Instead, you spun on your heel to face the towering god. You continued to walk backwards and act like you were enjoying the sights. Then, you turned back around and strolled behind the two. “What are you up to, Khon?” you questioned, acting like you were talking to your friends.

Said duo turned their head back to find Khonshu keeping an easy pace with us. You could feel how close he was to you, almost pressed to your back. Yet, the god didn’t say a word.

At every step, you saw the end of his staff in the corner of your eyes. He was almost hovering over you, like a guard dog. That thought made you giggle with a minute smile. Hilarious. You tilted your head up to find the god’s skull within your vision. “What are you doing?” you quietly asked again with a raised brow.

Still nothing. If that’s the case, you continued your pathing with a shrug of your shoulders. You stepped closer to Marc and Layla and rested your elbows on their shoulders. “There’s a few things that we can do tomorrow, if you guys wanna?” you offered.

Leavenworth had a lot to offer. From not only the sights but to adventures. There was horse back riding, rafting, ziplining, etc. You had already done most of the things possible here, after visiting so many times.

This caught Layla’s attention. She perked up and gazed at you. “I would love to! What is there to do besides browse the shops?” You stated the easier adventures possible without needing to book far in advanced. This was sort of an impromptu vacation.  

“Horseback riding sounds great,” she said and nudged her shoulder into Marc’s. The man nodded his head in agreement, gaze casting behind you for a second. You pulled away from them to return a pace or two behind them.

As you opened your mouth to respond, someone knocked into you kind of roughly. By the looks of it, she was a someone lived here. Her glare set hard on you. You rubbed at your shoulder and tried to apologize out of curditisy. Instead, the woman beat you to the punch, face pulled into a disgust. “Watch where you’re going, tourist,” she spat out then promptly strutted away.

A sudden gush of snowy wind knocked her right on her ass. The sight caused you to burst out laughing before quieting when her head snapped to you. Uh oh.

She angrily got to her feet, stomping them as she made her way back to you. Before she could get within ten feet though, she froze, almost falling over as she did. You were confused as her eyes peered above you.

Then, a golden staff slammed next to you, making the ground shake. A cool hand held onto your shoulder as the god leaned over you. You tensed at the touch, feeling the way his power wrapped around you like a blanket. The woman was smart to turn on her heel and make a quick escape away. Everyone around glancing at her strange actions.

Marc and Layla came up to after the whole ordeal. The former leaned close to you but secretly peered up at the towering god. “Khonshu, you can’t fucking do that!” he quietly growled and grabbed your hand. Before he could do anything though, Khonshu tugged you back away from Marc.

But, Khonshu didn’t say anything. Unusual for cocky, sometimes rude, god. Marc scoffed and backed off, hands up in surrender. When the two of you didn’t move – you too still shocked about what happened – he walked away. Layla gave you a knowing look and rushed after Marc, trying to talk him down.

Khonshu hummed, grasp squeezing your shoulder. “I swear, if anyone lays another hand on you, I will cut over their arm,” he growled. With the public around you and no known people, you held in your laugh. A smile grew on your face. Sometimes, he says the weird of things. Or he does the weird of things. Like less than five minutes ago.

You patted at his hand on your shoulder then tried to walk after Marc and Layla. Yet, the grasp he had on you prevented that.

Something cold and thin kissed your skin. You tried to peek down but a hand grasp at your chin. “Khon? What are you doing?” you whispered softly, nervous on what he had planned. You still don’t know what he did early.

“Stay still, Stardust,” he said lowly and removed his hand. Khonshu continued to mess with whatever he was doing. In the meantime – not to look like a fool, you gazed out at the mountains as if you were sightseeing. Well, to be honest, you were. The mountains were your home. Of course, you would love to look at them all day.

“What are you doing?” you whispered and fidgeted in your spot. His hands ghosted over your skin, making you shiver. You felt him step even closer as if to stop you from moving more.

Khonshu’s hands still, hesitating in pulling away. Then, the god stepped around you and knelt down in front of your form. This time, you discarded the fact you needed to act sane. Your gaze was set on him, head tilted to the side. His head tilted down, hands pulling a cold chain around your neck.

The god paused, hands still on your skin before he stood back up to his full height. You immediately looked down at what he had down. A gasp escaped your mouth.

It’s the necklace! You squealed, hands shaking at your sides. It was all you could do to stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him. A few tourists gave you weird looks, but you didn’t care at all. “Thank you!” But a thought came it mind, a brow falling as you peered up at him. “How did you know?”

A large hand rested on your shoulder, Khonshu nudging you towards the direction of Marc and Layla. “There’s a saying you mortals have. ‘A magician never reveals his secrets.’” You set a deadpanned expression on him then rolled your eyes. You willingly went where he directed, people parting a way for you. A smile bright on your face.

[khonshus-stardust]

Sweeting Nothings

Pairing: Khonshu x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, light aftercare, possessive sex (again, it's Khonshu), rough sex, dirty talk, nicknames. Let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 2854

Summary: You give him your body and he'll give you the universe. His stars and moon and night sky. You are his. He is yours. Khonshu whispers wonderful things in your ear.

Author Note: Man, does this god get my blood pumping. The height, strength, voice, and the fact he's the moon god. I'll happily sign my life away to be on my knees before him… Might have exposed myself just a hair too much. Oh well.

Masterlist

Ao3

A hand carded through the strands of your hair. Then, it grasped tightly. Pain flared up at the roots of your hair. You groaned and gazed up at the culprit. Khonshu tilted his head down at you, vacant eyes piercing through yours. The hands on his thighs slid up and stopped at his scarab belt. You kept your eyes on him with the tinies of smirks on your face.

“Well, love, aren’t you going to help me?” you questioned with a honeyed voice. To this day, you don’t understand nor will you try had to on how and where his penis exists. That was his thing to deal with, not you.

There was a low chuckle that rumbled in his chest. The god’s free hand rested on top of his belt. He leaned forward, beak to nose with you now. “I want to hear you beg, little bug,” his grumbly voice surrounded your kneeled form. A shiver ran down the length of your spine. You licked at your dry lips, fingers digging a bit harder into his thighs.

Time and time again, you’ve learned he’s far too stubborn. If he want’s something, he’ll get it at any cost. It’s better to fold into his command.

With a deep sigh, you pushed out your bottom lip, head titled down, and eyes on him. Sparks of discomfort zipped down from your scalp.  “Can I suck you off, love?” you pleaded and scooted a couple of inches closer.

The moon god before you hummed and lifted his long head. “And why should I? Give your god a good reason and he may let you taste and please him.” You felt yourself clench at his words. He was your god though. You loved the sound of that and have for awhile now.

You ignored the pain that surfaced as you sat up on your knees. The underside of your biceps rested on his thighs as you kept your gaze on him. The floor wasn’t merciful at this action. Both of your hands laid flat on his stomach. “Please, my powerful god. Let me please you. I promise you won’t regret it.” You placed a gentle kiss on his stomach to seal the deal.

No words came from him as his free hand began to tug at the scarab belt wrapped around his thin waist. His other hand pushed on your head, slightly pulling on the strands of hair in his grasp. You were forced to follow and sit back down on your calves. Yet, your gaze refused to leave his dirty white skull.

Out of the bottom of you gaze, the god removed the belt and pulled his cream-colored cock free. He was still semi-soft. That wouldn’t be for long though, not on your watch. “Be good, little bug and suck my cock,” he growled and tilted his beak back down at you.

He didn’t need to tell you twice. Without another sound, you wrapped a hand around his length and gave him a light stroke. The god’s body stiffened while he twitched in your grasped. You smirk minutely at this and kitten licked the tip. His cloth fingertips dug into your scalp and tugged you all the closer.

As he hardened under your administrations, drops of precum dribbled down. Your slick tongue slid on the underside of Khonshu’s hard cock. Salty precum met your taste buds. You hummed at the taste and licked smally at him again. His head tilted back, beak pointing towards the ceiling. “Stardust, you know, you shouldn’t tease me,” he growled. Khonshu’s other hand wrapped around back of your neck and pulled you even closer. “Suck.”

It wasn’t an ask. No, he demanded it. The god’s strength easily overpowered you with one hand, his other simply was a threat. One you would listen to.

Your soft, wet lips around just the tip and licked at the slit. His body tensed once more.

The sight before you was beautiful. An Egyptian god falling apart below. Said being’s dick sat heavily in your mouth. His head pointed towards his own moon high in the sky. Hands on your body. The strength of them could easily kill you but all he does with them was make you suck him off.

You let him slide slowly deeper into your mouth, throat clenching at the intrusion. Khonshu groaned, hips thrust just an inch forward. That made your throat close around him again. “Fuck, Little one. You know how to suck my cock.” If Khonshu wasn’t almost all the way in your mouth, you would’ve gave a witty comment.

Since the god was preoccupied with his pleasure, you let a hand snake down, gliding over skin and nestling between your legs. He had long rid of your frame of clothing. You circled a finger around your clit, not yet touching it. Yet, the pleasure that produced made a whine build up in your throat. The vibration raced up Khonshu’s erection.

His hand on your head pulled you forward. Your nose butted up against the wrappings that covered most of his body. Your throat spasmed around him. “Good, good, bug, good,” he rumbled then released his hold. You were quick to pull back and gasp at needed oxygen.

A string of saliva hung off of your lips, still attached to Khonshu. The moon god wiped it away with his thumb. One of your hands wrapped around his hardened length and squeezed. He groaned deep within his chest.

Khonshu used a hand to grasp your neck and yanked you forward. “I’m close little one. Think you can help me?” Even with a boney face, you knew he was smirking due to the sound of his voice. You, yourself, had a grin just the same and leaned forward. The grip on your neck tightened as your tongue stuck out and licked from the middle up to the tip. His cock twitched within your hold.

Your lips wrapped around his cock and took him further down your throat. With your other hand, you kept a slow pace circling around your clit. Yet, when you accidently cut too close and skimmed over your clit, you jumped and whined. This caught the god’s eye.

The creature tilted his head. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” His grip on your throat tightened and kept himself lodged almost to your throat, enough to breath. “Are you that desperate? Playing with yourself as you pleased your god? Do you think already that I’ve forgotten my little one?” he purred and leaned forward this time. The tip of his beak grazed your cheek. Your hand stilled between your trembling legs.

He chuckled. “I didn’t say stop.” With wide eyes staring up at him, you started back up hesitantly. What was his plan? “Good, little one. Now, shall we continue?” This time, you nodded your head to answer his question.

Since you’ve given him consent, he loosened his hold on your throat. His other hand slid down from your scalp to your shoulder. “You’re so good for me. Sucking my cock so greedily. You want my seed that badly, bug?” A moan bubbled up your throat and made the god growl then thrust his hips forward. The tip of his penis knocked against the back of your throat.

“Mmmm, I’m going to come. I want you to swallow every single drop. Alright?” You let loose a whine and used the hand wrapped around him to pump the section you couldn’t swallow. This was praised with appraisal.

With one last thrust, the god shoved all he could down your throat. It spasmed around his length. Your nose pushed against his pelvis. A muffled yelp was cut off as you felt his seed forced down your windpipe. Both of your hands clawed at his wrappings but never giving the signal for him to release you.

At the last second, he pulled out and let himself rest of your tongue. Your lips wrapped around and suckled the rest of his cum out. It was salty. The taste matched his personality. The thought made you smile up at him.

Said being hummed then tapped his leg. A silent demand. With a pout, you stood on shaky legs and straddled him. His softer cock rested on his abdomen.

One of your hands was wet with your slick. To be a tease, you raised that limb to your mouth suckled on your digits. The moon god growled at you and set his hands on your waist. “One of these days I’ll get a human body and eat you out like the way you deserve,” he whispered deeply. “I’ll mark you up so no one can dispute the fact you’re mine.”

God, you loved it when he possessive. He claimed you as his and his only. The same way you like to tell him he’s yours just the same.

“I can’t wait, love,” you said and sat down, pressing his cock between the two of you. His grip tightened to point you knew there would be bruises there in the morning. You started up a gentle rocking with your hips, letting his dick slid between your soaked folds. “Now fuck me the way you said you could.” There was a wide grin on your face. Some days, you loved being a brat or stubborn. In the end, you always get what you want anyhow.

Khonshu growled and slid both of his hands down to the underside of your thighs and lifted you up. It caused pleasure to spring to life as your clit was dragged across his length. The god’s fingers dug even deeper in your flesh. He forced you higher up his body and laid you down on his chest.

A moan sounded from your sore throat as the god placed the tip of his cock at your entrance. Yet, Khonshu didn’t move. For a vengeful god full of rage half the time, he cared about your pleasure and comfort. “Fuck me, Khon,” is all he needed to let you sink down. You cried out and clawed at his wrappings, back arched and chest pushed out. No matter how many times, the god always feels so good.

Your cunt clenched around him. “Fuck, Khon. Babes.” His chest vibrated with a chuckle.

When both of your hips met, he stopped to circle his hips just a hair. “Al-ways so tight for me, little bug.” At the break of his voice, you weakly smiled then patted him with one hand. “You’re being so good for me.” Oh fuck you. You bit your knuckle, pussy pulsing around him. He laughed again at this and petted the top of your head before his hand returned back to its original spot.

“Please, Khon,” you begged, stubbornness crumbling underneath him.

“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll take care of you.” His beak rested on your shoulder, cheek to cheek with you. Another moan spilled from your lips when he thrusted upwards. It became increasingly hard to focus on the god below you. “I’ll always take care of you.”

That was truth. Surprisingly so.

Khonshu started up a decent pace. The god both thrusted up and pushed your hips down to meet his. The rhythm he created was perfect, for the moment. Each time he made contact, it caused friction on your clit. You whimpered under the growing pleasure, hands grasping at his tattered wrappings. “Khonshu,” you whined, biting your lower lip.

Even though he couldn’t physically smile, you knew there would be a shit eating one there. Every time the two of you made love, both parties were satisfied in the end. Khonshu, with you filled and covered in his cum and you in his arms. You, curled up to your god, blissed out and happy. This time was no different as he railed you.

One of his hands on your hip shifted just enough to still touch your hip but also graze his thumb over your clit. Khonshu slightly lessened how hard his thrusts were to circle the hidden nub. As he, you had to bit your knuckle again to stop from screaming out. Your neighbors probably think you as crazy at this point. Yelling out an Egyptian god’s name, mostly moaning it. It surprised you that they didn’t file a complaint about you yet.

He huffed next to your ear. A hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged it away from your mouth. Moans shortly spilling out until you bit at your lip. “Little bug, I want to hear you. Let the gods know from the Astral Plane what pleasures I bring to you.” God, that sounded so hot coming from him.

“You, you think Osiris w-would approve of this?” you attempted to joke with what’s left of your mind. Khonshu jolted his hips up and hit a spot particularly. A cry pierced the air. “Khonshu!”

“No, but there’s nothing on this plane that could drag me away from you, bug,” he growled in your ear and slid his thumb over your clit. This caused pleasure to race up your spine, legs trembling now.

It was solely his grip that stopped you from sitting down completely. His strength out did yours. That’s when you started to truly feel that band in the pit of your stomach tighten. You were close. “Kh-Khonshu, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come,” you whimpered and almost curled up against his chest.

“And who told you that you could?” Oh shit. Fuck. Your pussy pulsed around him. He, himself, stuttered in his thrusts, nearly coming to a stop. Yet, Khonshu was quick to start up his former pace again. “Because I didn’t say you could come.” You were going to die at this rate by just his words.

“Please, Khonshu!” you cried out and gazed up at the large entity. Even without a malleable face, you could feel the smirk that would be there if he had one. His thumb solely pressed down on your clit and caused you to moan through clenched teeth. The god’s name now being said like a prayer, spilling from you lips like water.

A hum vibrated his chest against yours. “I like it when you say my name like that,” he growled into your ear. “Keep saying my name like that and I’ll let you come on my cock.” You released a whine from the depths of your sore throat.

“Baby, please, Khon. Ju-just, just let me come. Khonshu, please. I’m going-going to come. Khonshu!” Your pussy throbbed around him in a quickening pace. The inevitable was going to happen. With or without his permission.

Khonshu circled around your clit again. “All right, little one. You can come. Scream my names to the gods. Let them know how much I pleasure you.”

Your jaw dropped with your forehead pressed against the god’s chest. Said being’s name kept falling your lips now. As the oncoming orgasm continued to grow, so did your voice and volume.

Then, the string snapped deep within your belly. Tears sprung to the corner of your eyes as the orgasm hit you like a freight train. Without meaning to, your body curled in on itself, muscles tensing all at once to curl in on itself. Yet, Khonshu wasn’t letting that happen. He wanted to look you in the eye as you come all over his cock. Then, he’ll fill you and mark you as his all over again.

The hand on your hip was quick to grasp your jaw and force you to look him in the black, empty eye sockets of his. Your eyes rolled back into your head. You tried to ground yourself in some sort way but it was too late.

He snapped his hips with all of his might to meet yours and used one hand to keep you flush with him. Deep within, his cock throbbed and coated your insides with his seed. You were his and his to keep. The god moved his hands to wrap around your torso, chest to chest with him. “Good, little bug. Such a good little mortal for your god.” You whined pathetically at his words.

Once a sliver of your mind came back to you, there was only one thing you wanted to say first. “Still trying to knock me up, Khon?” you teased and placed a trembling hand on the cheek of his beak. He growled and humped up into you. “Ah, fuck!” You bit your lower lip.

His hands dug into your flesh. “Always.” Since the first time you teased him like that, he’s learned about that little kink of yours. Strange but nothing he’s not afraid to play with. Especially when you look so delicious, filled with his seed.

You giggled tiredly and buried your head into his chest. There was no heartbeat or breath to listen to, but it was him. His smell seemed to soak into your flesh. You took a deep breath and curled more into his body, hand leaving his beak.

As the two of you rested on the couch, you hoped to god that there wasn’t a mess. This poor couch has probably been through enough.

[khonshus-stardust]

Suck

Pairing: Khonshu x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, throat fuck, rough, possessive Khonshu, he uses your mouth, oral, masturbation, blow job, dom/sub. Let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 1919

Summary: You're a working person of socitey. You go to work and come home, hopefully to see Marc and his looming bird god. Today was different. You return back to your apartment. It's dark as you strolled into the bedroom. Nothing amiss until you feel eyes on you. It's Khonshu. Sitting in a chair, watching you, cock in hand. Oh, what will this god do to you?

Author Note: I should probably publish these when I finish them or else they stay forgotten in Word for me to stumble upon. Whoopies.

Masterlist

Ao3

THERE IS SMUT BELOW. DO NOT ENTER CHILDREN

Your small backpack that held your wallet and other valuables plopped onto the chair next to the door. A deep sigh escaped your lungs as you took off your shoes.

The apartment was quiet and still, undisturbed throughout the day. Marc hadn’t crashed the place yet. Which means, him and Khonshu weren’t done with their mission. You huffed at the new information and strolled further into the place.

Even though it was night and dark, the full moon shined through the curtains and lit up your path into the kitchen. First thing first, water. A cup was filled with said liquid and down your throat it went. It was still sore even days after your last encounter with the moon god. How was that still possible? With a sigh, you placed down the cup and walked towards your bedroom. You needed to get your uniform of. It stunk from the restaurant you serve at.

As you stepped into your room, it was dark but you knew the exact pathing needed. Your shirt was pulled over your head and tossed to the side. The black pants you wore followed the same path. Shedding yourself of these items felt amazing. You’ve been busting ass at the restaurant and getting a lot of tips in return. To be honest, even the mangers have been recognizing the hard work you’ve put in. It’s made you happy to know that.

Especially after that whole ordeal with Ammit and Khonshu that dragged you from your comfy apartment to Egypt. How in the world did they mange to get you there? You will never know. But that was something you’ve never wanted to experience again. The god you cared for has promised to you that will never happen again. Hopefully he can keep his word.

Right as you were put on some nightwear, someone’s gaze was on you. Immediately you perked up, pupils blown wide and scanning the room. It’s not like there’s much space in here to hide in. The moon helped shine some light down on the other side of the room.

Over on opposite of you sat a familiar form. A metal crescent moon shining lowly as the moon’s light casted over his frame. Khonshu’s beak tilted up towards your standing, almost naked body. “I didn’t even have to ask you,” he purred.

His arm slowly moving finally caught your attention down. A heated blush covered your face at the sight of him. Khonshu continued to drag a fisted hand up and down his exposed dick. Out of reaction, you tried to hide your covered breasts and vagina from his gaze. “What in the hell are you doing?!” you gasped and back into the dresser behind you.

This was far from the first time he’s seen you naked and vice versa to you. Yet it was the situation that made you act this way. What was he thinking?! Man, how did you not even notice he was there? You should probably work on that.

“The worms can handle themselves. I came to see my little one,” he answered, voice low and seems to vibrate the air around you. God, you loved his voice no matter the situation. He sounded so beautiful as he spoke. Khonshu leaned forward in his seat, hand still moving while his other arm rested on his thigh. “This cock isn’t going to suck itself.”

The blush that was consuming your cheeks started to creep down your neck. You yelled out his name in warning but could feel a heat starting in your belly. “Ah, keep saying my name like that.” His hand speed up for a few strokes. “Come here, bug.” Khonshu’s voice hardened, now ordering you to listen to him.

“B-but-but, I…” your voice died off as your eyes were trained on the god’s movement. They refused to look anywhere else in the room. Even the carpet wasn’t interesting enough.

God, the way he just sat there, exposed without a care in the world. He’s so smug, confident about his movements. Careless to be honest, in your mind. You should probably listen to him but your feet were rooted in their spot, unable to follow his former order. And he saw this and wished he could smirk physically.

A sudden gust of wind shoved you forward. Just enough for him to use his free hand to grasp your neck and force you onto your knees. Your eyes were blown wide at his action but you couldn’t escape. The god was on a war path.

The carpet bit into your knees, possibly giving you burns yet that was the last thing on your mind currently. Now, Khonshu peered down at your form between his legs, a firm hand on your throat. Bless the Afterlife, he could just come right then and there at the sight. Your eyes wide and cutely staring up at him. Bottom lip dropped just a hair and plush. The god may not be able to kiss you but he’ll make your lips red and swollen. “Khon?” you whispered his name.

“Suck,” he growled gravelly and yanked you forward, face pressed against his leaking dick. He didn’t want to waste his first load of the night. As much as he loved to cover you, he prefer to fill you. It didn’t make which hole, though he might have a preference towards your cunt.

With one last gaze up towards him, you leaned forward. The god stopped stroking and held the base of cock up for you. Your tongue touched right above his fingers and dragged up. Fuck him, gods. He was going to come just at that touch and the way you looked. So prettily and handsome. So exposed. Just for him. All for him. His.

His hand around your throat switched to the top of you head and grasped all the strands of hair possible. Pain shot through your scalp as Khonshu forced your mouth up and around the tip of his cock. “I told you to suck, worm,” he spat and shoved more of his cream-colored penis in.

Your throat burned at the intrusion then the panic started to set it when he didn’t move. No new oxygen reached your lungs, causing them to ache with depresration.

The limb around his length moved to his thigh and rested there. His long beak stared down at you. It was easily felt, the smugness that rolled off of him in thick waves. You tried to make a sound when your lungs began to burn for the need of oxygen. Yet, nothing could sound from you.

Tears began to prickle the corner of your eyes as you stared pathetically up at him. The sight to him was beyond gorgeous. Your lips stretched wide around him, the tears, your pupils blown wide. If only you could stay this way all the time… Maybe, he should take you to one of his temples and mark you there in his own place. Such a good idea.

When the edges of your vision began to blacken, that’s when you had to pull back. With three taps on his thigh, the god immediately released his sturdy hold. He watched as you yanked your head back and heaved oxygen back into your lungs, head bowed. Khonshu reached down and used a single finger to tilt your head up at him. Your bottom lip was dropped and covered in saliva and probably his precum. Yet, he saw the depresation in your eyes and smirked to himself.

Khonshu was quick to rewrap a hand in your hair and force you back into your former position. This time though, he began to move your head up and down his length.

Pleasure spiked up his spine and seeped into his old, weather bones. Praise himself. This was better than anything he’s ever done with any other being in his life. Nothing could be even compared to your small, maulable mouth and throat sucking him. You were going to milk him dry.

It wasn’t long before he felt that familiar heat blazing in his stomach. Khonshu grasped your hair even tighter, causing you to moan at the pain. Tears falling down your cheeks now. The vibrations raced up his cock. Bless himself, he was going to come.

And you knew. It was a talltell sign by now. His little noises that he doesn’t even know he makes. The minute growls, grunts, and even whines. The way his hips stuttered, body starting to tense at what was the enviable. Both of you knew there was no stopping it. He was going to get what he wants.

“Li-ttle bug,” and that, that was his nail in the coffin sign, “I’m going to come. Don’t you waste a drop. You know what will happen if you do.” With clothe hands, they can still sting.

You placed both of your hands on his thighs and worked with him to the best of your ability. The position and height made it a little difficult. When he would hit the back of your throat, sliding down it, you clenched the muscles there. What he would describe as you strangling him. Not that he minds one bit.

After working with him for a while now, there was no need for your hands. He can slide down your throat with little resistance. So, you let your hands wander up and stroke up and down his stomach, It was a strange senision not to feel any muscles moving underneath wrapping.

Khonshu’s head flung up, hand forcing you all the way down without warning. Any cries that would’ve escaped were stuck. The god twitched in your throat as the deepest of groans rumbled from his chest. Your name somewhere in the vibrations.

When his hand relaxed enough, you were quick to puil off and sucked in needed air once more. Your throat was sore, lungs burning but it’s something you would do all over again just for him. You moved your hand to his cocked and started up a slow pace. The god’s head snapped down, hips stuttering up into your grasp. He saw the growing smirk on your red face.

Once you weren’t panting like a bitch in heat, you sat back up and stared up at him. He could see the gears working in your head. “What are you planning, little one?” You were up to something.

An answer wasn’t verbally given. Yet, you leaned forward and licked a stripe up from the base. Khonshu grunted, hands fisted on his thighs. You little worm.

Before he could do anything, you wrapped your lips around the flared tip and sucked. He got what he wanted, so he’s got nothing to complain about. Khonshu felt like his very being just left his physical body. The only sound he could make was a choked gasp. His hands flew to the couch as he grasped the fabric there. Your name flying from him.

All you did was hum nonchalant without relenting the force. Khonshu was ready to explode at the overstimulation. Then, he finally shot his hand out to the back of your head and pulled you off.

A loud pop sounded. Your head was tilted back and made you look the god in his nonexistent eyes. Just by how much he took up in the room, you knew you were in trouble.

“You just signed your death wish, worm.” Oh shit. All you could do was pray to any other god listening for help. Not that any would come.

[khonshus-stardust]

I’m Not Jealous Part 2

Pairing: Khonshu x Reader (AFAB)

Warnings: use of beautiful and pet names (Stardust, Little Bug, etc.), use of toys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cum play, breeding kink, size kink, soft and rough sex, very possessive Khonshu, light anal play, teasing, cockwarming, Somnophilia (kinda of), squirting

Word Count: 3478

Summary: Once you've had your turn with Khonshu, it time he has his hands on you.

Author Note: A second part to Khonshu being a jealous fucking god when he thinks he’s not. It’s the fucking truth. He’s jealous there’s no denying.

Part 1

Masterlist

Ao3

Both hands were grasped tightly and pinned above your head. A gasp voiced from your throat as you stared up at the towering god. His thighs were pressing against the bottoms of yours. Khonshu moved as close as possible to you, letting little to no room between the two of you. His free hand resting on your chest. “Now, I get to resume what I was previously doing,” Khonshu said.

“I liked what I was doing though,” you pouted, face matching your tone. The god shook his head, slightly shifting his position yet keeping your hands in his grasp. Your hips rolled up and graze his softening cock.

His entire body tensed at the feeling, head slightly bowed now. Khonshu slightly thrusted his hips forward, cock rubbing through your drenched folds. Cum smeared more across your skin, continuous marking you as his. A thought he was happy to enjoy inside of his head. He hummed. “You’re going to come twice by your god’s fingers, Stardust,” he ordered, hand slipping down towards your sex.

A tremble wrecked your body at his words. You couldn’t believe he had just said that. Yet, you hoped to the best of your ability you would listen to him.

Above your head, your hands grasped at the bed sheets. The tip of his beak gazed against the skin on your chest and traveled between your breasts. You arched your back in reaction. “Good, Little Bug.” Accidentally, your legs squeezed together at his words. The moving hand got trapped before he could touch your clit.

Khonshu squeezed your wrists, a silent warning given to you to keep them right there. Then with that hand he forced your legs open. The strength displayed made something in you turning into a melted puddle. He let a finger ghost over your clit, making your back arch all over. His beak stopped underneath your chin and rested there.

The god made a mental note of all of this, drinking in all of your reactions to his touching. The way you squirmed underneath his towering form. You were in the Afterlife, surely as you mewled after his fingers pressed more to that bundle of nerves, hidden.

If it were up to him, you would already be a crying messing underneath him. Good tears after all. But no, a turn of events had his white cum coating your already sweaty skin. There was a smirk on his beak, not one that anyone could see anyhow. You’ve been marked as him. Maybe, maybe he’ll keep you as his, leave Marc, Jake, and the worm behind. He’ll have you as his, all his.

Without thinking, his hips thrusted forward again, gaining little friction and pleasure. Yet, the feeling against your skin was Afterlife sent. It sent sparks rolling up his spine.

Gods, he was going to drown in you.

When his fingers started to finally circle your clit, actually touching it, you sighed like you were in heaven; body slightly relaxing. “Yes, Khon, just like that please,” you softly moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

The tip of his beak ran back down to your breast before leaving your skin. His free hand didn’t return to your wrists. Instead, they started from your navel then slide up to find a nipple. Your brows furrowed together. The feeling it sent down your spine was loved on. Same thing could be said for Khonshu as he watched your reaction.

So sensitive, he thought before letting a finger slide passed your folds without warning. Another gasp tore more harshly at your throat. Both arms came back to your sides and grasped at the sheets as he slowly entered you.

At this point, you were far more prepared then needed to be so gentle with you. But, he knew his strength, knew how much could harm a human. There was no way was he going to harm if you didn’t consent to it.

That finger curled, like a ‘come here’ motion and drew a moan from you. An invisible smirk graced his fingers. “Do that again, please!” you begged, fisting the sheets even tighter.

A slight breeze washed over your skin, curtains moving with the force. You shivered and glanced at the cracked open window, the crescent moon staring back at you. A smile washing over your features.

Whatever you wanted, he followed, finger curling over and over and over. Your legs folding and resting off of the bed. “Don’t close them, Little Bug. Be good for your god,” Khonshu whispered next to your ear.

His fingers – north and south- and words did it. A pathetic cry pierced the night air, his name alongside the sound. Your back arched, hands almost tearing at the sheets below. They scrambled for purchase but found none as he continued his movements, driving you into oversensitivity. Your body shaking the longer as he went as you tried to endure before it became too much.

You were able to push with weak arms at his hand. Instantly, he pulled away and stared down at your sweaty form. Your lungs were taking in deeper breaths than usual. Khonshu lightly rubbed at your nipple but that wasn’t enough. It helped you soak in that post orgasm bliss, eyes shut.

Chains dangling against each other caught your attention. With heavy eyes, you spotted the nipple clamps in Khonshu’s hand. If your cheeks weren’t already red, they would’ve been set ablaze now. “May I, Stardust?” the moon god questioned with a honeyed tone.

Anyone else, it would probably be a no. That voice and tone of his… how could you deny him? You dipped your head but he shook his. “Little Bug, I need a yes or no. Tell your god what you want him to do to you.” You heard the smirk in his voice.

Your lips pressed against one another. My gods. At that moment, you wanted to just tell him what but there was that nervousness that sat in your stomach that prevent that. Instead, you shied your head away, shoulders lifted in the process. Khonshu made a ‘tsk’ like noise and shook his head. The hand free of your slick gentle grasp your chin forced you to look up at him. “I asked you a question. I need an answer.”

A balloon full of oxygen filled your lungs. Images of past events flashed in your head. The god had already made you come at least once. Last time, he’s made you come on his fingers and cock then… filled you. Gods, that made your cunt throb at the thought. You wanted him to fill you again. “Yes,” you whispered softly, eyes doe like.

He chuckled, shoulders shaking with the sound. Every noise he created made you melt for him. All those grunts and low laughs and groans…

Cold met your skin, making you tense at the feeling. It was almost unbelievable that Khonshu was about to put nipple clamps on you. For a good second, you thought you died and went to heaven or wherever he resided.

With his free hand, he ran a thumb over one of your nipples. They perked more at the attention. The god was careful, trailing the rubber tips around them before clamping one on. Your sex clenched as pain flared down your spine. A quick breath taken at the feeling. You’ve used them before. It was the fact that it someone else putting them on you that made your clit ache for attention.

Once both were gentle placed on, Khonshu let his hands rest on your rib cage. His fingers grasping at your sides and thumbs soothing the area underneath your nipples. “How does that feel, Stardust?” his voice was sweet, delicious honey to you.

“So good, so f-fucking good,” you responded, the bottom of your thighs now resting on top of his own. There was an invisible smirk on his face. With one of his hands, he holds the chain connecting the nipple clamps in a curled finger. He pulled back until the chain was taunt. You moaned, hands gripping the bed sheets.

Khonshu jerked the chain with small movements. Without thinking, one of your hands slithered between your legs to play with your clit. Your movements were halted when Khonshu grasped your wrist and pinned it above your head. “Do I need to get rope? Are you going to listen to your god? Be good for him?” he growled lowly into your ear.

Oh, fuck. You felt yourself clench around nothing at his words, hips humping for any friction. Not that he would give you any at that moment. All you wanted him to do was spin you around fuck you like last time. Gods, that was amazing. You gaze up at the eyeless god. “I’ll be good, I promise,” you told him with puppy dog eyes. Ones that he could barely deny. He far too smitten with you at this point.

That made him fall for you even more. With that hand pinning your wrist, he moved it to your chin and gently stroked your cheek bone. You softly smiled at this then turned and placed a kiss on the palm of his hand. Fuck, he just wanted to devour you whole right there. The fondness in your eyes made him feel warm and cozy, like by a fire in the middle of a blizzard.

He was going to wreck you. Wholeheartedly.

Fingers brushed against your clit, gaining a moan in the process. He wasn’t going to stop now, not until you begged him, screaming out to his moon. Khonshu let his finger dance across the sensitive nub there before setting a pace. His other hand kept a taunt pull on the chain.

Words failed you. You could feel yourself stuck in a pleasurable state, yet unable to climb off that edge again. One of your hands trembled as it reached towards the dormant vibrator sitting less than a foot away from you.

The moon god saw this and stopped you from touching it. There was a desperation in your eyes he saw. You wanted to come all over his fingers, but you needed some more. He did say you were going to come twice before he sheathed his cock into you. As much as he wished to go against his own words, he kept a smooth pace on your clit and grabbed the vibrator. The chain landed on your chest with a noise of metal on metal. It’s chilly metal a harsh contrast to your sweaty, heated skin. You shivered at the feeling.

“If you want something, Little Bug, you need to ask your god first,” he reminded and kept the device in hand. He couldn’t have you defy him again.

Your brows furrowed upwards. “Kh-khon, please,” you stuttered. He only shook his head. You knew what he wanted but didn’t know if you could get it out. “Khonshu, please!” That wasn’t enough. A stuttering sigh escaped your lips. “Use the vibrator.” The words were finally said.

The device was switched on, creating a low buzzing noise in the quietness of your room. Your eyes widened at the noise, not truly expecting it. He’s going to use that on you. You were truly in heaven.

One hand spread your folds apart, exposing your clit to the cool air of the beginning night. You shivered at the feeling, cunt clench in anticipation. Then, he slowly brought the buzzing vibrator to your clit, keeping light pressure on it. A harsh gasp tore through your throat as pleasure sparked through all of your nerves. ���Fuck, Khon!” you cried, back arching. The chain on your chest rolling around.

Khonshu just watched you wither under his administrations. So beautiful, is all he could think. When you began to become a little rowdy, he used the hand not holding the vibrator to slide up to your neck.

Nimble yet strong fingers embraced your neck. Your eyes widened to the side of dinner plates. That was the end. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come!” you warned, brain becoming like mush as he pushed you forward. His hand tightened oh-so-slightly.

You screamed out his name again, hands flying to grasp at the loose, flowy fabric that pour over his shoulders. Khonshu was forced to let go of your throat and place that hand on the middle of your chest. Your body was twitching almost violently underneath him. A goddess in his eyes. Such a magnificent goddess.

Before long, it was beginning to become too much for you. Your brain was turning to mush at this point so all you could think was to push. Both of your hands were buried int eh clothe on his shoulders. His strength easily out did yours. You start to blubber nonsense as it grew and grew and grew. Then, you came again, mouth open in a silent scream.

The vibration on your poor abused clit had been removed. Your taunt, arched body fell back to the bed, eyes closed. Your lungs took heavy breaths as you just laid there.

Hands pet against your moist skin. Someone called out to you, muttering what sounded like praises to you slow to your ear. You gave a half-assed hum.

Randomly, you heard the word ‘squirt’. Your eyes snapped opened to find Khonshu leaning over you, a hand on your chin. His beak resting on your shoulder. At this point, your ears were clearing to finally understand what he was say. Oh. My. Gods. You had squirted. On him. The ground needed to spilt open and swallow you completely.

That was embarrassing. A deadly heat burning at your cheeks. “I-I’m so sorry,” you apologize and tried to sit you. You had to clean the mess so he wasn’t as angry with you. He had all rights to-

A sturdy hand pushed you firmly back down to the bed. The god stood tall on his knees, hands grasp at your hips and dragged them to meet his pelvis. It was rough.

Not a word came from him. Only ragged grunts and sounds. Khonshu simply lined up his cock and speared through your folds. You haven’t even fully come down on your second orgasm as he did so. Your cunt throbbing around his cock.

The moment his hips snapped against the back of your spread thighs, the god started up a brutal pace. There was no slap of skin against skin but it still made your thighs sting with each thrust. You moaned as he pushed full force into you, filling you to the brim with just his cock. Heaven, this was heaven.

The god was in his own mindset the moment he entered you. Your little cunt holding him in a vice grip and throbbing around him. His first few thrust stuttered at just the overwhelming feeling of you. You were his. There wasn’t a single thing in his life that would make him share you. He’ll kill Marc himself if he dared. You were his. “Mine,” he muttered underneath his breath. His hands were going to cause bruises on your skin but that only made him hold you tighter. That would show Marc you were his.

Most of your weight was forced onto your upper back. One of your hands was able to touch his knee. You needed something hold or by the gods, you were going to float off in space.

He kept a fast, harsh pace, forcing your body to pounce with every thrust. You heard his quiet whisper, barely over the blood rushing in your ears and brain turning to mush. That just made you squeeze him that harder.

If the god had eyes, they would be full blown and wide open when you clench just that tighter. His hips stuttered as he felt himself on the edge already. A snarl escaped him. If he was going to come so soon, he’ll make it worthy.

Somehow, his hips snapped even harder against yours. You cried out at this, hands tearing at the most likely ruined sheets underneath. Tears were pooling at the corner of your eyes. The pleasure far more than you’ve handled before.

“I’m going to fill, Little Bug. Your cunt is mine. No one can have. All mine. You’re mine,” he snarled above you. Your hand was quick to find your clit and messily rub at it. That made your pussy flutter around him, further dooming him.

A growl sounded from the god. His back arch, hands holding you as close as possible to him. He spent his cum deep into you, a dark thought coming to his mind. Maybe you’ll take his seed. No one could deny you were his as that point.

Deep inside of you, you felt him throb as he came inside of you. Not only were you marked on your skin, tainted by his cum, he’s marked you on the inside as well. That made you come close after him, pulsing around him. You milked the god of what he was worth.

Khonshu waited until your body went slack in his hold before carefully lowering you to the bed. His cock slowly pulled out. A rush of white cum was pushed out by the quantity he produced. With two fingers, he pressed some of the cum back into you. “I should knock you, Stardust. You’ll be marked as mine, all mine,” he growled, hands roaming over your torse. You keened at this, still partially out of it.

One stopped and grasped the forgotten chain, he pulled at it. A moan escaping your lips. Khonshu pulled his fingers free then moved them so they hovered before your mouth. Without a full thought, you took in them and sucked at them. Not only did you taste his cum, but you could taste yourself. Your eyes rolled back at that.

They were pulled from your mouth. You laid there, taking in deep breaths, eyes softly shut.

To be honest, you were exhausted. How could you not be? This was a god that you just had sex with, though not the first time, and hopefully not the last. Your muscles ached, you skin felt sticky, your hair probably a mess. Most of all, you needed to clean the mess he created between your legs.

Underneath you, the creaked with shifting weight. All you had the energy to do was hum. What was Khonshu doing? The nipple clamps were oh-so-carefully opened and set to the side. You felt his body come to rest next to yours. Hands grabbed at your limb body and pulled you on top of him. You smiled with a low hum and enjoyed the embrace.

A knowing hard, wet object rested between your folds, lightly sliding between the globes of your ass cheeks. You made a noise of question without opening your eyes. But the god didn’t acknowledge you and carefully lifted you up. His cock slide back between your slit. He just laid there, enjoying the feeling you gave him.

He placed a hand on the middle of your back and stroked up and down your spine. “You did so good, Little Bug. Can you do one more for your god? Just one more?” he whispered next to your ear. His beak rest on top of your shoulder.

You made a high pitch whine and buried your face into his shoulder. You didn’t have the energy to move a muscle. “I need an answer,” his voice was the softest you’ve ever heard. All you were able to get out was a simple yes.

That was all he needed.

With careful hands, he placed them on your ass, spreading you wide to him. His hips begin to thrust in a gentle, slow melodic rhythm that could possible lure you to sleep.

When one of his fingers grazed over your puckered hole, you were able to tense just a hair at the feeling. Yet, your cunt pulsed at the feeling. You felt the god’s chest underneath vibrate. “I think I just learned another secret about you, Stardust,” he teased and repeated that form motion. You were able to tilt your head back and moan.

“Maybe next, I’ll fill that hole before coming down your throat. How does th-at sound?” His other hand slid underneath you and let his thumb start rub against your clit. “I’ll save that for next time, when you’re more coherent.”

“Come for your god, Stardust,” he order, tone soft. For the last time of that night, the two of you came together. The other’s name sung like a prayer. He filled you again, hips pressed against yours. While you clenched over and over, milking him more.

Khonshu hummed and stroked you down your spine again. “Such a good Little Bug for your god,” he whispered and held you close. The exhaustion deep in your bones and his petting lured you into sleep. His cock still deep inside of you, cum and all.

[khonshus-stardust]

Khonshu’s Masterlist

Fluff - F

Angst - A

Smut/NSFW/+18 - M

Here's a masterlist of what I've written for this blog. Also, there are mature scenes down below. Make sure you don't not interact with them if you are underage. I don't want to know, please. There are fluff ones though, go check them out. No touchy-touchy of naughty things.

Khonshu

Jealousy? What Jealous? - M

Waking Up With Khonshu - M Begging For Cuddles - F

Time and Place - F?

I'm Not Jealous (Add on to Jealous?) - M/F I’m Not Jealous  Part 2 (Add on to Jealous) - M/F

Suck (M)

Different Ways (F)

Take It (M)

Passion (M)

[khonshus-stardust]

I'm Not Jealous

Pairings: Khonshu x Reader, (Slight) Marc Spector x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, nipple play, size kink, possessiveness (it’s Khonshu), use of toys, cum play, blow job, oral (male receiving)

Word Count: 3974

Summary: You're his. He's made this clear the last time you've interacted and ended up in your bed. It was your mistake though, thinking if you fuck him that'll ease him off. Nope, his possessive self is raging full two thousand percent. He makes himself clear once more this night. You'll be calling out for work for the next… week. There's no chance of you walking even to kitchen, let alone your car.

Author Note: Hey guys, sorry about the delay on writing stuff. I caught a mild case of Covid but it still made me super sleepy and tried. Plus, my chest was hurting. Anyhow, this is kind of an add-on to 'Jealousy? What Jealousy?' It can be read without reading that but it would always be nice to check out more Khonshu smut. There's not enough of that anywhere. That's why I'm fixing that problem.

Masterlist

Ao3

Part 2

Younglings, take your asses out of here. Go play with your dolls. This isn't the story you were looking for.

Smut below the cut

Slender arms wrapped around your waist, rousing you from your slumber. A groan rumbled in the back of your throat. One of your hands slithered up to feel rough clothe attached to the limbs encasing you. You lightly shifted your body, turning the other direction, and buried your face into familiar feeling cloth.

The chest you were snuggled up against vibrated. A deep voice washing over you, nearly lolling you back to sleep. That when you heard another voice. It felt like cotton was in your ears. Man, how tired were you? You muttered the noises to be quiet and curled more into a ball. They needed to leave you alone so you could fall back asleep for a good day or so.

Yet, your mumbled words seemed to make to situation worse. Both eyes groggily blinked up to see a dirty gold crescent moon staring at you. Huh? Khonshu? Wha…? You pulled your head further back to find the god in front of you, on his side, arms wrapped securely around you. His skull resting carefully on top of yours.

Well, this was new. “Khon? Why are you in my bed? While I’m sleeping?” you questioned and went to sit up when the moon god wouldn’t allow for that. His arms tightened and kept you snug to his chest.

“I sensed a disturbance and found Marc sneaking into your apartment. He tried to get in your room while you were sleeping. I was merely protecting you, Stardust,” Khonshu defended, voice vibrating his chest. It’s not that you would complain about cuddles, especially with him but you still had some nerves.

Mention man scoffed and raised a brow at Khonshu’s words. “I’ve been told its okay to crash here whenever. I was just trying to see if they were awake. You should know Khonshu how much of a night owl they are,” Marc argued and gestured with his arms to make his point. You were able to fight against Khonshu’s hold to sit up.

Said god moved with you. You were promptly pulled into his lap, long arms wrapped around your waist to keep you close to him. What were you going to do with him? You tiredly rubbed at your eyes and stared over at Marc. “Khon, he’s fine. He literally has a key to my place for that reason,” you sided with Marc.

Khonshu made a noise of disagreement, head turned to the side. Then he moved so his beak was right next to his ear. “You shouldn’t have given him a key.” This time, you rolled your eyes and fought him to get up.

“We’re good friends, Khonshu. Of course I gave him a key.” It was far too early to be arguing like this. First, you needed some sort of energy substance to keep your eyes at least open before entraining this whole situation. You yawned and walked past Marc. He turned with you and followed you out.

The next moment, wind whooshed around the room. Khonshu stood in the kitchen, staff in hand. “I thought we got over the whole jealousy thing, love? I thought you took that out on me two nights ago?” you questioned. That night was wonderful but you thought it would help the problem not make it worse by the way it seems.

Out of the corner of your eye, Marc tensed up, eyes wide. “I thought that was a nightmare,” he shuttered. You raised a brow at him then chuckled.

“It wasn’t that bad. You’ve probably seen worse,” you countered and poured yourself a cup of water. Your words may say you’re nonchalant about what happened but… the heat rising to your cheeks said otherwise. That night… you wouldn’t believe it happened if it wasn’t bruises on your hips and thighs.

A glare was set on you from the man. “Still a nightmare.” You took a large gulp of water and looked at Khonshu not too far away. He stood tall, a tight grasp on his staff and beak facing you. His gaze was set heavily on you, you felt it. “I don’t know how you could even do that with him.”

“It’s simple. You humans do it all the time to procreate,” Khonshu stated and walked behind you.

“That’s not what I meant! Wait, were you trying to… knock them up?” Marc whispered that last part, eyes wide as he stared at the two of you. “Can you even do that?” Both of your faces are blushing heavily at his words. He did not just ask that. But that last question now makes you concerned. You weren’t on any birth control, not needing it for anything. Yet, if he could, a new whole problem would be created.

The god places a gentle hand on your shoulder, fingers on the cusp of pressing into your skin. “No, I wasn’t. And I can’t, to my knowledge,” he answered and pulled you close to him. His body now pressed against yours. “That shouldn’t be any of your concern anyhow, Marc.”

Whisps of anger slowly appeared on said human’s face. “It is my concern, Khonshu. They’re my friend. And you’re just an old, dead, bird god that’s an ass to me more times that I can count,” he growled and took a couple of threatening steps up to the two of you. Your brows furrowed at the action yet surprise sparkled in your eyes.

“A friend you say, but your actions say otherwise.” Khonshu leaned over you and put his beak right in front of Marc’s face. “Why are you so angry? They can choose who they want to have intercourse with.” He had a point that neither of you could counter.

Marc angrily stared up at the tall god, silently. The two kept the quiet as you slowly sipped at your water. You felt yourself beginning to wake the longer you watched these two.

To be honest, it was hilarious to see these two argue from time to time. It was always one thing after another with them. But they always got the job done in the end it seems. “Are you two done bickering? I want to get some drawings in before I have to go work,” you butted in and stepped away from them. Both turned their heads towards you as you moved.

“We’re not bickering,” they stated sternly at the same time. You could only giggle at their antics and start a path back to your room, hips swaying noticeably.

“That says otherwise,” you said over your shoulder and was about to enter your room. When you suddenly ran into a cool body. Confused, your followed up from the stomach to find Khonshu before. You hated when he did that out of the blue. You gazed at him, a brow raised. “You’re not helping your situation, babes.”

You took a step to the side to get around him but he mimicked your movements. “Marc?” Khonshu questioned, voice rumbling in his chest. “What do you say?”

It was only silence behind you. What does that mean? You were about to turn your head when he finally spoke up. “If you’re willing to share,” he growled out and marched over to you, only a couple of steps behind you. “And if they’re okay with it.” They were acting like you weren’t right between them.

“I’m sorry but what are you two inferring while I’m right here? Because I’m fucking clueless,” you said with a hip jutted out and a hand resting on it. Someone’s own was placed on top of yours. You were pulled back to a warm chest. An arm slithered around your waist, a warm breath tickling the back of your neck. But you did not question or fear who it was. “Marc.”

“You’ve fucked the mummy bird. Would you like to have a turn with me? I promise you’ll be taken care of,” Marc whisper lowly into your ear. This couldn’t be happening. He was asking that of you. You laughed internally at the way of how described Khonshu.

One of you hands came up and rested over top of the arm around your waist. His warmth slowly seeping into your bones. “That’s not the deal, Marc,” Khonshu growled in front of you. Nimble fingers grasped your bicep and tried to pull you from the man’s hold. It didn’t work. Two begin to tug at you. “They’re mine.”

Your brows fell as annoyance filled your veins. With a groan, you pushed at the two, effectively moving them away from you. They gazed at you in shock. Khonshu returning to his full stance. You turned to fully face Marc, a soft smile on your lips. “Could we talk about this later? But I wouldn’t mind having a turn with you.”

Marc’s hard façade cracked into a minute smile. You stepped close and kissed him on the cheek. That completely broke him. “Alright fine. I’ll leave… let you two talk this out,” Marc stated and stared at you for a few extra seconds. Then, he took his leave.

The moment the door closed with a soft click, arms wrapped around you. A yelp accidently escaped you as you were promptly lifted off of your feet. “Khon! Why do you have to be so possessive sometimes? Or should I say jealous?” you teased and felt yourself land on the bed on your back.

Mention god crawled on top of your form. “I’m not jealous, little one. It’s just, you’re mine,” he growled and spread your legs, moving to be between them. One of your brows raised at his antics. You laughed at his words though and shook your head. “It’s the truth, Stardust.”

“So what was that deal I heard mentioned? Have the two of you talked about having a threesome?” you decided to get it out of the way. It’s all you could think of when you heard that.

To be honest, if they have been discussing those types of things, you couldn’t feel opposed. It felt like it would truly satisfy you in a strange way. You gazed up at lean god above you and waited for his response. But Khonshu stopped what he was doing and just stared down at you. One of his hands resting gentle on your sternum. “I won’t be mad if you had been.”

His stiff body deflated as if he releasing a breath, he sighed. “I see the way you look at him. I don’t want to let you go. I want you as mine…. But yes, we’ve made conversation about it a couple of times.” He paused his words to let that hand on you move up to gentle grasp your chin. “Would you like that? With him?”

Shock surged through your veins yet you refused to let it appear on your face. The times you’ve been around his stagnant personality, you’ve never seen him this soft before. You smiled at this. “I’ll have to talk with him then the three of us but I wouldn’t mind. I kinda like that stuff, mentally at least,” you stated in return and began to feel a little self-conscience about what you had said. Your shoulders bunched up, head slightly lowered.

Khonshu seemed to make a strange purr/growl noise at this. “You would love to be used by us. Wouldn’t you, Stardust?” The sound and his words made you squeak yet you felt yourself getting wetter. He chuckled at your reaction and moved that hand from your chin to where your shirt ended. You barely nodded your head, letting him remove your shirt and bra from you.

His thumb soft rubbed over your nipple. You shivered at the feeling and let a hand touch his chest. “I know a few things he could do for that I cannot do in this form. What do you say? Let him suck on your breasts? Or maybe eat you out? Let him eat you like a thirsty man far from the Nile? Would you let him do that to you?” His free hand started at your knee and began to slowly roam up.

Another shiver raked your form. Your nails tug into the rough cloth that covered his chest, eyes softly closing on their own. The god chuckled, beak close to your ear. “I asked you question, Stardust.” The gentle ministrations turned a little harsh. He pinched the nipple he was playing with. You gasped, eyes flying open to peer up at him.

“Yes, Khonshu, yes! I would,” you confessed, hands gripping at what was in reach. His moving hand stopped at your hip, fingers pressing into the flesh there.

Gods, you wanted him to fuck you like how he did last time. Inside his own thoughts, he was thinking the same damn thing. Seeing you blissed out, sweat covering your skin. Maybe he’ll cover you with cum. That would mark you as his.

Only his.

He wished he had a tongue just to taste you but he can use Marc. That’s what he’s for. A hum sounded from him. “Good, Little Bug, good. We’ll set something up. But for right now-“ both hands now gripped at your waist band and pulled- “you’re mine. I’ll show you.”

Your pants were promptly removed from you. Same as your underwear. Everything seemingly thrown hazardously into the darkening room. The sun soon to set.

Each leg was spread wide to accommodate the large being before you. Even as lean as he is, he still was bigger than a human. That thought made you silently keen. His hand rested on your mound, thumb drawing light circles around your clit. Not this again! You just wanted him to fuck you. “Khon, just fuck me. Please. No more teasing,” you begged and played the puppy dog eyes on him. It usual worked on him.

This time was completely different than that.

A chuckle sounded from the moon god and he shook his head. “I was able to get you to come once before I even fucked you. How about two times?” his words rolled over you like melting butter. Your eyes widened at that, brows furrowing.

“But, Khon… I-I, it’s hard for me to come more than once. That was luck last time. I don’t think I’ll be able to this time,” you confessed and pulled your arms to your chest, heart thumping against its boney cage.

If the god could, he would’ve raised a nonchalant brow at this. Hm. If that’s the case, he might need more than just his fingers and cock. He wanted to ensure you were comfortable and confident. That’s biggest part on making you come, let alone the three times he wants at least.

He sat up, hands resting on your thighs. “You already sent Marc away so I’ll have to be creative.” Even with a face that cannot move, you could hear the smirk in his voice. That made you worried on what he had up his sleeve and tilted your head. He didn’t say anything else.

The bed creaked under his weight. Khonshu stretched a long arm and pulled open your second nightstand drawer. Fear and embarrassment filled your veins. “Wait!” you called. He placed a hand on sternum and forced you still. How does he know? Yeah check the first one but he completely bypassed that and went for…

Metal squeaked quietly. The hand on your chest let his thumb softly run over one of you nipples, slightly distracting me. You tried to wiggle to stop him. “There’s nothing in there! No reason to op-“ Khonshu pulled out a pink vibrator.

Blood flushed to your instantly, hands grasping at the sheets below. All you could do was pathetically stare at the object he held in front of you. “I’ll have this to help me.” He set it off to the side and plucked something else from the drawer. Nipple clamps. Gods, you hoped the ground opened up and swallowed you whole.

You used your hands to cover your blushing face. A groan sounded from the back of your throat. But a sudden thought hit you. “How did you even know those were there?” You refused to uncover, surviving in the darkness.

The god chuckled. “I have my secrets,” is all he gave to you before setting both objects to the side. Khonshu returned to his former position. One thumb teasing your nipple, the other circling around your clit. A soft gasp coming from you.

Before you could let yourself fully embrace the feeling he was pushing you towards, you were able to place a hand on his shoulder. “Wait, wait. Khon, can you…” you trailed off, unable to fully say what you want.

“Can I what? Come, Little Bug. Tell your god what you want.” Both of his hands didn’t slow, still keeping a constant, even pressure.

Words failed you. How could you ask such a thing from anyone? Let alone him! You bit your lip, hand fiddling with rough texture of his clothing. His own on your chest moved back up to your chin and grasped it. “You can tell me, Stardust.”

With a deep breath and a moment of hesitance, you spoke your mind, voice quiet. “Ca-can you let me see…” Come on, you can do this! It’s just Khonshu. “Your dick, please.” You were finally able to get off of your chest. His head quirked to the side.

“Is that what got you all nervous? You wanting to see your gods cock? You don’t need to be so embarrassed about it, Stardust. I’ll happily show you.” The hand on your chin was removed and headed towards what could be considered his belt. With nimble fingers, the strange looking belt was removed from his waist.

Once that was dropped, he messed with the wrappings that covered that area. Yet, when he pulled his flaccid, cream-colored cock out, your lips pressed together.

Since he was kneeling between your open legs, the god was within reach. Without another word, your hand easily grasped the only part of him that looked like flesh. A purr/growl noise rumbled in his chest, movements stuttering. You smirked at this and gave him a decent squeeze. He bowed his skull, beak brushing against the skin on your stomach.

As you went to start a slow pace, a nimble hand wrapped around yours and hesitate to pull you off. “This is about you. Not me. I’m going to take care of you.” His words made you melt but still.

You pulled out your famous puppy dog eyes. “Please, Khonshu. I wanna, you know,” you pleased, hand trying to grasp his cock again. His size easily fit his stature. Not the thickest, though it didn’t feel that way when he was inside of you, but his length was impressive.

Khonshu didn’t say anything, only letting his thumb finally rest on top of your clit. Your eyes widened at the feeling, hips on the verge of humping. “Only if you tell me what you want. That’s the deal,” he countered and held a tight grip around your wrist.

“But-but you know what I want!” He shook his large head and let his thumb press harder. You couldn’t help but to thrust your hips up, gaining friction. A moan spilled from your lips at this. Yet, a thought came to your head. This might be plan to distract you.

No. You shook your head and attempted to reach forward but he wouldn’t allow that. With a growl and through gritted teeth, you gave in. “I want to suck you off, okay?” The god before you snickered, shoulders shaking with the movement. You rolled your eyes with a slight pout.

He released your hand, snapping you out of your pout. Before he had the chance to change his mind, you were quick to grasp his dick again and squeezed again. Khonshu rested that hand on your chest, head slightly bowed again. “You’re going to be the death of me, Stardust. You know that?” Laughter bubbled softly in the back of your throat.

As his thumb played with your clit, you leaned forward onto your elbow and stroked him. When you got to his base, you applied pressure. At his tip, you ran your thumb over the end.

Tiny spurts of pre-cum smeared across that same finger. You brought it up to your tongue and gentle licked it okay. For one, you weren’t expecting that. For two, you truly don’t mind the taste. You hummed at the taste before returning to your previous movements.

But greed over came you. You are human after all.

You disregarded the hand between your legs and moved to be on your stomach, face in front of his hardening cock. As you did this, the wetness growing couldn’t be ignore. The god was effective, something you couldn’t just ignore. “Little Bug, what in the world do you think you’re doing?”

“I told you what I wanted to do,” you sassed at him then take a long lick from the base to tip. Khonshu choked on his next words. A hand resting on top of your hair. When you got to the top, you wrapped your lips around just the tip and suckled.

The hand on your head grasp what strands of hair he could. Pain flared to life at the grip strength but you ignored it and just sucked. Your name was stuttered from the god. He was having an internal battle on letting you suck him off or just say fuck it and pound into you. Ever since last time, he couldn’t get over the fact you’re so small compared to him. That made you so tight around him.

To make the whole situation though, he reached forward with his other hand and slight a finger into your cunt. The slick that had been growing since the two of you started easily helped guide him in.

A moan was vibrating in the back of your throat. That sent waves of pleasure of his spine. Khonshu pulled on your hair towards him. You did your absolute best to accommodate his length. “Good,” he purred, fucking purred. He sounded like sin.

All he could wish for in this moment was a mouth and tongue, just so you could feel the same way he is. He gently thrusted as he moved your head in a gentle rhythm. Still having half the mind of your comfort and safety. “Stardust!” his voice went up an octave. It was all you doing this to him.

Suddenly, your head was pulled back, body pushed onto your back. The moon god crawled to be between your legs, a hand quickly stroking his cock.  Quiet whispers of your name were rumbling in his chest.

Finally, his skull was thrown back. White ropes of cum spurted from his cock all over your chest and stomach. A lot more than what the average person could produce covered what he could reach. You simply reached down and took a scoop. It had the same consistency as humans. Then, you decided to take a full taste. Not half bad for a god that like looked a mummy.

When he was done, a low hum growled from deep in his chest. Even without eyes, you could feel a dangerous gaze set ablaze on your already fiery skin. “Khon?” you whimpered in the quiet.

A deep chuckle sounded from him, shoulders shaking with the noise. “Your turn, Stardust.” You were promptly pounced on by the moon god.

[khonshus-stardust]

Time and Place

Pairing: Khonshu x Reader

Word Count: 1224

Summary: The moon is shining down on you as you sit on the roof of your apartment. It peaceful and quiet before a familiar god makes his sudden appearance. Of course he does. But he asks something of you that surprises you.

Author Note: Had this rolling around. I also finished this on my break at work. It's not beta checked soooo if there's any mistakes either let me know or just ignore them please.

Ao3

Dark clouds rolled across the night sky, stars blocked from sight. The crescent moon tried shine through but didn’t have the power to do so. You sighed, breathing in the cool night air and eyes drifting close.

Rocks bit at your butt the longer you sat on the roof. It wasn’t the most comfortable but your roof offered ample sight of the beautiful sky above you. You were a night owl, always enjoying the darkness over the brightness of day. In general, it hurt your eyes far too much. That could be considered a problem but that wasn’t something you cared to address right now.

Something about the appearing and disappearing moon made some symbolic notion. Your mind wandered over to the moon boys, as you’ve deemed them. They don’t seem to mind the name and kept letting you call them that.

Jake had muttered something to you before leaving the apartment. What he said went over your head. Worse of all, you couldn’t figure out what he said. You had tuned your brain out at the wrong time. He was gone by the time you opened the door. Okay, well, you’ll learn the hard way when he’s coming back.

On the other side of the coin, Khonshu hasn’t made any of his famous entrances in a week. That concerned you. He liked to random show up in your apartment then leave with a whoosh of wind. Your poor cat, Banshee, has been scared far too many times because of this. A couple of arguments hadn’t gotten anywhere with him. It’s just a cat to him.

The longer you thought about the moon god, sitting underneath the now visible moon, you began to worry. He had to be fine. It was Khonshu after all. He liked dramatics. You’ve seen how hard its too kill the looming god. Ammit had failed even with the upper hand. But you were just human.

Your foot bounced on the concrete roof. Hopefully, it wasn’t loud enough to wake the neighbors below. Or else, Jeff would take away this privilege. Your hand raked through your hair the longer you sat there.

Why had Jake just left like that? One moment, you were happily talking to Steven about a museum being built in Egypt. Next, Jake mumbles words and is gone that same moment.

Over the course of many months, you’ve come to feel when Khonshu has entered the room. Sometimes, he doesn’t like to show himself to you. That’s how you’ve gained a great skill, so they can’t just sneak off without saying something to you. The first time they did that and came back bloodied… let’s just say they learned their lesson because of that.

Even Khonshu knew not to mess with you. A spit fire human you were. Well, you weren’t much for yelling. Yet, when you did yell at them, they knew they were in big trouble.

A groan sounded in the back of your throat, head tilted back. Goosebumps rippled over your skin as cool wind brushed over your skin. “Cold, Stardust?”

You yelped, body freezing up at the voice. Before your head whipped towards the origin. There stood Khonshu in all of his glory, crescent staff held in his grasp. “Fuck you!” Those were you first words to spill from your mouth in reaction. Your lips pressed against each other, eyes wide. Whoops.

That didn’t seem to faze the god though. He laughed, head tilted back then returned his nonexistent gaze at you. “Later, now listen, little bug. I need your assistance, much to Marc’s and them displeasure. It’s nothing dangerous, just tricky,” he asked of you.

One of your brows quirked up at this, a hip jutting out. “And what is the request?” you questioned in return. It all depended on what he wanted. Work and your personal life might stand in your way.

“I need you to pose as my avatar as a distraction. You’ll be completely safe under my protection,” he explained. Both of your brows raised at his offer. Huh? “We’ll be heading to Spain, if that helps any.”

Spain? You’ve heard the sights are beautiful there. You rested a finger on your chin, a thinking face exposed. Hm… “And what do I get out of this? Also, how do I pose as your avatar and pull that off?” Those questions needed to be answered. When it came Khonshu, you wanted to know what you were getting into. Marc’s told you how tricky he can be. That, you have experienced as well.

Khonshu stepped up to you and leaned down so his beak was hovering in front of your face. His hand gently grasped your chin. “Getting  vengeance for your dear god. As for that second question, I’ll relinquish Marc as my avatar for the time and allow you take the mantel.”

Slithery fingers of nervousness crawled up your spine. You’ve heard the stories and seen Moon Knight in action. It’s something you don’t prefer. “I-I don’t know, Khon. Temporarily be your avatar? That seems kind of dangerous. I’m not much of a fighter.” You didn’t like to fight. That didn’t mean you didn’t know how to.

Being around the four of them have taught you you needed to bulk up per say. Layla and Marc weren’t always there to help you when you dragged into any battle by accident. Instead, you took what you had learned as a kid and worked on it.

The god hummed. “You don’t need to be. I’ll be right by your side. I just need you as a distraction so Marc can sneak by. I’ll keep you safe, Stardust.” You almost always melted when he called you that name.

You pulled away from him and groaned. What were you supposed to do?! He was making it hard to say no. Also, what else could you get out of this? Vengeance wasn’t something you craved like the god before you. “I’ll do it if you allow Marc, Steven, and Jake, all of them, have a break for a week. I want some alone time with them, please.”

“Am I allowed to join?” That made you think for an extra second. Should you?

Fine.

“Yes but only if you’re nice to all of them. No mean name calling and such or I’ll kick you butt to the curb, okay?”

He grumbled and stood fully up, shoulders square. The grasp on his staff tightened. “Alright, I agree to your terms.”

A smirk overtook your features. It was all you could offer him. Shaking hands would show off how nervous you were. Marc wasn’t going to happy with you. None of them will be. “Okay, and I agree to yours.” It became quiet for a few seconds longer than you would like. “So, how does this work?”

“When it comes closer to the day, I’ll let you know, little moon. After then, we’ll talk about you wanting to fuck me.” Then, like always, the god was gone with a whoosh of wind. Your mouth dropped to the ground at his words.

“Khonshu!” you swore, red covering your cheeks. That god is completely unbelievable. Now , you knew you were going to regret this. “I’m going to fucking kill him the next time I see him.” You promised that if Marc or the other gods don’t do it first.

[khonshus-stardust]

Begging For Cuddles

Pairing: Khonshu x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word Count: 1877

Summary: A long day of work with people that don't appreciate you as a person, you arrive home. There's a car in the apartments parking lot that is familiar. The boys are back! They've been gone for so long. Khonshu is there with them. Your little group is finally back together. After your time with Jake and Marc, Khonshu steals you away.

Ao3

A headache grew more as a child screamed at the top of their lungs. Murder was seriously on your mind at that moment and the next, and the next one as it continued. You truly considered smashing your head into the granite counter tops over and over, until you either died or the child stopped.

This all started when the kid wanted a food item on the screens above you. Yet, their parent wouldn’t allow them. Half spoiled, by the looks and sounds of it. You struggled to keep on a customer service smile; your pleasing voice strained as you asked the parent if that was all.

Khonshu, save you. Those words made it seemed like the world was crumbling around them. The child threw themselves to the ground and somehow cried louder. You could feel the cracks in the façade only growing more. Thankfully, the parent paid for the meals and left while dragging the kid. There had to be steam puffing from your ears right now or, at least, you were red in the face. You didn’t feel bad for the child; the parent on the other hand, a little. They did create that monstrosity of a human being.

Once they left, you were able to go into the back real quick to take a break. Their food and ice cream yet to be prepared. A couple of your co-workers saw your face and gave sympathizing expressions. They knew your distaste for loud noise. Crying children did it for you. “You can’t punt it,” Emily teased as she poured a cup of ice cream out.

Oh, you knew that. Unfortunately. If there weren’t people around or its parent, the child would be on its way to Jupiter. Those noises just set you off.

At the end of the day, you were glad to be not closing and left in your vehicle. She gave you little issues. A purring beauty of powerful metal under you.

When you reached home, there was a familiar car in the parking lot. It surprised you to find him here after being gone for so long. But if that means he’s back…

Your feet pounded against the concrete as you flew up the stairs of your apartment. No one could stand in your way, not a human or a god. One of your neighbors stared at you for a hot moment as you past them. But they wouldn’t dare step in your way. You looked to be on a heavy mission.

The door to your apartment swung open reveal the occupied living room. Marc sat there head tilted back for only a moment before he was startled awake. His eyes met yours first. “That’s one grand entrance, babe,” he joked and rose slowly to a full stand. It was easily to tell he was in a ton of pain.

That didn’t mean you were on him within a second. His legs trembling before giving out. The poor man landing harshly on his butt. But you were peppering Marc’s face in kisses, leaving light marks of chap stick on him. Not that he minded. You squealed on his lap then tightly wrapped your arms around him. Fuck, you missed him. It had nearly been three weeks without seeing his beautiful face.

What about Steven and Jake, though? You finally pulled back, only for him to tug you in for a real kiss. Your lips against his soft, plush ones. “Fucking hell, I’ve missed you so much, baby… Sorry, we’ve missed you,” he said mouth to mouth with you. You somehow held onto his tighter, hoping the boys could feel your love through it.

As you opened your mouth to ask about them, you felt a sudden presence close behind you. “I’ve also missed you, Little Bug.” A harsh gasp tore at your throat. You spun around, getting to your feet, and faced the impossibly tall god.

The brightest of smiles returned to your face. “Khonshu!” You raced up to him and wrapped your arms around him. “Gods, I’ve missed you so much, honey.” Kisses were placed on his thin stomach, far too short to reach for his beak. But the dirty wrappings were the least of your concerns. Your boys were home, all of them.

“What about me, princesa?” Jake’s voice filtered into the electrified air. You turned back around to look at him in the same position that Marc was in. “Don’t I get some lovin’?”

There was a small smile on your lips. “Of course, my darling Jake gets some loving,” you teased him playfully while stripping off the sweater you had on. It was caked in ice cream and other nasty stuff. You had your normal uniform on underneath, nothing too exposed. Though, nothing that any the boys hadn’t seen before. Skin they’ve worshipped before, even the god less than five feet away.

Khonshu made a noise of disagreement, possibly a little jealous that his time was cut short. That didn’t stop you from strutting up to the man on the floor. Jake grabbed the back of knees and swiftly pulled you down. Then, he place a hand behind your neck and pulled you into a wonderful kiss.

His tongue quickly came out to place. He was a man of great patience, mostly. Your hands settled on his shoulders, unlike his. They began to roam. One coming behind your back and one-handed the clips of your bra off. You were able to fully take a breath of relief.

There was a small noise behind you, like wind whooshing. Yet, you were preoccupied when Jake repositioned you. Your back to the ground and him above you. At first, the position hurt your back after strain of pulling three doubles in the past three days. It shouldn’t be legal but money was money, even at the cost of your body and mentality.

But Jake has a watchful eye with the help of two others hanging in nearby reflective materials. “Everythin’ all right, princesa?” he questioned, concern laced in his voice. Something very unlike him.

The man was rough, and you mean rough, around the edges. Once you break past that-that was hard enough, he was a very protective, caring, sweet partner. There were times he could be overbearing, similar to a now missing god of the moon.

“Yeah, just my back. The floor is helping to stretch it out though.” And that was the honest truth. It was easing the pain that sprouted from the hard-working days. Working ten days in a row was too much for your poor body. But you needed a distraction from missing your lovers.

Jake hummed, hands running down your sides. “Would you like for a massage?” That sounded like heaven right there. Someone to take care of you for once in a while. But it wasn’t like you to accept help so easily. That’s why took up four extra shifts this week alone. Even your managers were pitying you and giving free food to you, which is against policy.

“No, I’ll be okay. Please, do continue with whatever you were doing though.” This time, you smirked. There was just hint of naughtiness in his eyes.

He stares at you for a few moments, as if deciding before his mind makes itself up. His mouth latches onto your chin and carves his own path down to the collar of your shirt. From there, your evening got exciting.

By the looks of it, Khonshu ran these poor boys to the ground and back. Jake had passed out barely a second after he came inside of you. You ran your fingers down the side of his face. Not even a god could know how much you missed them. It’s been far too long, which made you mad at a special god who kept them and himself away from you. You placed a blanket on him after getting up.

You went to the bathroom and cleaned up. Your legs did a little wobble that, if Jake was still away, would’ve fixed. He liked to say ‘if you can still walk, I didn’t do a good enough job.’

That was something you loved about him, unless you had work the next day. There were times, very few times, he would allow you to top him. He would still have his hands on you, partially to control the speed.

Afterwards, you lumbered into the kitchen for some food. Today was long yet you didn’t feel tired. Not after the two orgasms Jake pulled from you. You could feel the dopamine running through your veins but not enough to knock you out.

Instead, you grabbed a half-eaten Blizzard and headed to your room with a spoon in hand. When you entered, there was scene you weren’t expecting.

Khonshu laid on his back, beak straight to the ceiling, on your bed. “Well, this is a sight to see,” you teased and strutted into the room. He didn’t turn his head but you knew his eyes were on you.

“You need rest, Little One. I can see it like my moon,” Khonshu ordered and reached out with a hand. As much as you desperately wanted to lay down and cuddle with the god, you didn’t feel tired.

Outside the large window close to your bed, his moon shone brightly through the curtains. It partially kissed his torso and upper thighs. The middle of his thighs down were off the bed, his frame far too large for it. “I don’t need to go to bed. I’m not tired. I’ll be fine.” You don’t have work tomorrow and the day after that. You had two days of to do whatever the fuck you wanted.

“But, Little Bug, I’ll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.” His words made you freeze. That’s the softest you’ve ever heard him. He usually wasn’t this way.

A minute blush was creeping up onto your cheeks. He looked beautiful in the moonlight. It kissed the wrappings that covered his frame nicely. You finally sighed, shoulders dropping. “Oh-h. Well-“ then a sudden thought hit you- “are you trying to seduce me into a healthy pattern?” you accused and jutted out a hip. You stuck your spoon into the cup and gave him a knowing look.

Khonshu’s body tensed but he didn’t turn his long beak to look at you. It would’ve been pointless. “Is it working?” This time, you sighed with a grumbled and shook your head. As much as you didn’t want to agree, you’ve missed him so much.

Without another word, you crawled up into bed with him. If he had a face that could move, you knew there would be a massive smirk on his face. You laid chest to chest with him, face buried in the place between his shoulder and nonexistent neck.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

You decided to elbow him in the side. “Shut up,” you mumbled and got comfortable in your spot. Now, this was night you could finally get the needed sleep you desperately deserved.

“Sleep, Little One. I’ll be here when you wake.” Khonshu brushed a hand down the back of your head. Next moment, you were out like a lightbulb.

[khonshus-stardust]

Waking Up With Khonshu

Pairing: Khonshu x Reader (AFAB)

Warnings: soft sex, voyeurism, somnophilia (consensual), Khonshu (because he's a fucking warning himself), becomes slightly rough sex since its Khonshu we are talking about

Word Count: 3082

Summary: Gods don't require sleep to function like humans do. But Khonshu understands this with you as his lover. You slept all night long through his time. So when the sun comes up, he attempts to get you to rouse from your sleep. It takes little more than a few pokes and words to fully wake you up. Khonshu does the only thing he knows that works, for the most part.

Author Note: Okay, well, this is the first time I'm writing for this man. I made a comment to my cousin how little there is of Khonshu and she said I should fix it. And, I'm doing that! Enjoy the softer side of Khonshu.

Ao3

A familiar hand trailed down from the top of your head to your neck. “It’s time to get up, Little Bug,” the crispy sound of a voice helped rouse you from sleep. Yet, all you responded with was a groan and curling into a tighter ball. His scent filtered into your nose, causing a minute smile to appear.

There was a deep sigh. The hand lifted up then touched your cheek. One of the softest of smiles gracing your face this lazy morning. But still, you won’t fully wake. Your mind stuck between conscience and sleep. It refused to go anywhere else. This was slightly annoying a tall figure knelt down before your resting form on the couch.

“Stardust, you need to get up,” he requested of you. The blanket on you shifted, sliding down your frame and exposing you to the cool morning. You whimpered with a shiver. The half tank top and short-shorts did little to keep warmth in. Curse the mornings of the north. “I know you can hear me.”

You made an undignified voice from the back of your throat. It’s not one you would easily admit you made. Instead, you tugged at the blanket and pulled it back over yourself. “Ah, no. Marc is arriving soon, Little Bug. I need you up.” That same hand ran from your cheek towards your chest. The thin cloth that blocked him from seeing one his favor parts of you was pressed against your skin.

This got a reaction out of you. You stretched out from the ball position and pushed against his hand. But, your eyes were still closed. The soft light coming from the nearest window almost blinded you. He hummed and allowed his hand to press on. It went over your breasts, down your stomach, then stopped at the elastic of your short-shorts. They had little crescent moons on them. A pair he adored and loved when you wore them around him. Yet, the amount of exposure of your legs made him possessive of Marc, Steven, or Jake from seeing you this way.

Something bony gently tapped against the top of your head. You stretched out more, further opening up to him.

The tips of fingers barely going underneath the waistband of your shorts. A whine escaping you. You reached out with a hand , brushing against the cloth that wrapped around his lean bicep. “Is this how I have to wake you up? With my fingers slotted between your legs?”

As your mind waked, you thought that didn’t sound half bad. The god always knew how to have you screaming, either at him or the moon. 

He continued his soft assault. One finger easily found your clit and pressed against it. You lowly keened with your back arching at his actions. “There’s my Stardust,” he whispered with adornment. His lone finger started to slowly circle around that hidden nub.

Your other hand followed down the length of his arm until he grabbed it and pinned it to your chest. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleep? If you’re not, I guess I don’t need to wake you up this way.” That made you whine with a high pitch tone.

“Please, love. I need you,” you begged. Your eyes finally opening up and staring up at the long bird skull. Khonshu didn’t physically have eyes but no matter what, you could feel them upon your form.

Same as you knew he would be smirking if he could. “It has been a bit… Is my Stardust that desperate?” You rapidly nodded your head and put on a pout with the whole effect. Your bottom lip pushed out  as your hips subconsciously canted forward.

Khonshu chuckled deeply and tilted his head to the side yet said nothing else. His hand started its movement once more. You moaned this time, head bowed down and hips humping against the limb. The last thing on your mind was how undignified this was. But when the last time you say your god was two weeks ago and he left you on the edge, you needed this. More than he probably knew.

“You’re so beautiful, Stardust. Your body reacts such in a delicious way. It knows what your god wants from you.” Yourself knew what he wanted. His name screamed to hanging half moon still in the sky.

Without meaning too, you locked your thighs around his hand at the soft words. “Fuck, Khonshu,” you whispered and grasped with your free hand. The other still pinned against your chest. He continued to hold it against you, partially restrained to the couch. “Come on, love. Let me come, please.”

His low voice chuckled next to your ear. “Hearing you beg is more stunning than my moon and stars.” He gently pushed at one of you legs, silently asking you to open up. To which, you happily did. The blanket forgotten about on the floor now. His other hand releasing yours and helps pull down your shorts. They were thrown somewhere in the living room.

As more of your body was exposed to the god, he hummed and ran his hands down sides. One resting on top of your mound. “Much better.” You silently agreed with him and bucked your hips. He laughed again and stroked softly at your labia, not yet touching where you wanted.

The end of his long beak rested on your cheek. You turned your head and kissed the bone, love shining in your eyes. With Khonshu’s predicament, he couldn’t respond in the same fashion but you understood and knew he felt the same.

Then, the god finally returned to his former spot. A soft moan escaping your lips, his name falling off of them all the same. “Good girl, good girl.” Those two works repeated struck you hard. The praise hitting you at your core. A throb racing through your empty vagina.

He must have read your mind or sense your desperation and slide a single digit in. Your mouth hung open with a low groan, hips rocking at faster pace.

You felt all that familiar tightening in your core. A hand now grasped at the couch below you but it gave you no purchase as your body continued figurately to hurtle forward. His name whispered like a prayer on your lips. Both eyes open and staring up at his immovable figures. But Khonshu’s nonexistent eyes were on you, that you knew.

“Be a good girl, Stardust. Cum for your god,” he commanded close to your ear. And like he said, you listened to your god. You would always listen to him.

Your muscles tightened harshly against him, throbbing with your heartbeat. His name screamed out to his faint moon in the lighting sky. Your nails raked down the length of his arm then pressed the back of his hand closer. It’s been too long and you relished in the feeling.

Soon after, you relaxed and fell into a groggy mindset. If it wasn’t for his fingers rubbing again at your clit, you would’ve stayed there for the rest of time.

A high pitch whine escaped from your throat. You looked up at him, finding a halo of light surrounding his figure. It was strange to see him in the sun’s light compared to his own. Nevertheless, he looked like the god he was called for. “You can give your god one more. Right, Little One?” he questioned softly. You would do a lot for him. What he asked of you was so simple. You nodded your head eagerly but had something else on mind.

With that in mind, you got up and maneuver the god into the position you wanted. Khonshu stared at you in question but allowed you to do what you wanted.

Now, he sat on the floor with his back to couch, legs stretched. In general, he looked delicious. You licked your lips then pulled the last bit of clothing off. Khonshu hummed at the display. A single hand reached out to you, which you gratefully took. He carefully tugged at you. You straddled his thin waist and smiled up at him.

Your pussy pressed against his crouch. The bulge hidden below wrappings twitched at your actions. “Hm, you know how to please your god, Stardust,” he groaned into your ear.

“Someone taught me how,” you returned and humped him. His hand still wet with your slick slide up your side and cupped your breast. The long beak that made up his head gently rubbed at your cheek. “Now, how about you make me cum a second time. If you think you can.”

His entire frame tensed at your words; and you felt his gaze shifting from something soft to a challenge. Well, you started it first. At times, you liked to test him. All in all, he seemed to like it in return. He liked it when you pushed his buttons and you did as well. The soft sex wasn’t something to brush past but when he got that punishing pace going on. You wouldn’t be able to walk for the rest of the day until he healed you, or not. It all depended on his whole mood.

Your body was simply turned around, still on your knees but facing the door into your apartment. Reverse cowgirl. He liked them both. This way, he still had a show of power over you.

“Two can play that game,” he growled in your ear, causing a shiver to run up your spine. Khonshu knew what you liked. You’ve played this game many times before. The both of you understood how tease or get what you wanted from the other. In this play, the god had the reins, like usual. Every once in awhile, he’ll allow the smallest of control over to you. That’s how much he loves and trusts you. Far more than his Avatar.

One of his hand strokes down your back. From pinkie to thumb, it was nearly able to touch your sides. You moan and rock your hips again. “Come on, Khonshu. You know what I want,” you demand. Both of your hands gripped his thin thighs. The old wrappings that covered the majority of his body lightly scratched your skin. It wasn’t the softest of materials but it made up him.

There was his famous laugh filling the air. Both hands latching onto your thighs. “I do, Little Bug. But you’re begging…” he groans lowly, head tilted back. You wanted to reach back and run a hand underneath his beak. This position didn’t allow you to do that. Instead, you rested all of your weight down on his clothed cock. “It does wonderful things to me.”

“Like when I beg you to fuck me all night long, under your shining moon,” you partially asked as if you didn’t know that something he favored. His grip tightened, head leveling down. “Like when I beg for you to cum inside of me, filling my pussy up as yours.” Khonshu growled and tugged back at you. “Like when I beg for you let me cum all over your cock.”

At the next moment, your pussy was filled. Two hands grasped at your sides and pressed you flushed with his hips. A high pitch moan ripped from your throat as you clawed at his thighs. There was a presence of pain but an amount you liked. From the nearby window, sun light kissed your skin gently.

Your back arched fully, head completely tilted back and stared wide eyed at the bird god. What you had said pushed him to the point you were silently asking for. A hand came around held the front of your throat. His wrappings lightly scratched there as he lightly stroked the skin at your throat. “You speak the truth, Stardust. The night may not be on us but I will fuck you happily,” he mumbled close to your ear. His beak rubbing against your cheek.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you moaned and rose your hips only for them to fall, forcing him back into you. He groaned as well, his own hips bucking up. The force causing you to rise and fall down once more. Your pussy clenched at the movement. It felt good, so good.

Khonshu started his pace, reasonably quick and hard. It had you bouncing on his cock with quiet skin-to-cloth slapping. You continued to gaze into the pits of his eye-sockets with his hand on your throat. “That’s my good girl. I know you can cum on your god’s cock one more time.”

That hand moved back to your thigh then lifted your whole body up. The tips of your toes the only thing touching the ground now with your back pressed against his chest. The metal crescent lightly digging into your back but didn’t take away from the pleasure. Khonshu’s bony cheek pressed to yours as he groaned. His hips pounding harshly as his speed increased. Your head thrown back and rested on his shoulder.

Your hands scrambled for purchase and found his wrist the closest thing. This new position made his cock slide against your g-shot stronger. Stars appeared in your eyesight. Fuck, you were close once more. A feeling you couldn’t wait to relish in with your god.

“Khonshu, please. I wanna cum. Cum with me, please-please-please-please,” you cried out and clung to him like a life-line. You wished for him to fill and claim you like all those times before.

A reminder never hurt.

He kept that same pace you always loved up. His body curling up around yours. A knowing action of his closing orgasming. Every time, he sounded so beautiful when he came. The moan of his life time was something you would never pass up.

A door slamming closed brought your head up, knocking into Khonshu’s skull. It made you internally cringe but your eyes snapped to the front door. Marc stood there, gaze wide and locked onto your exposed form. A plastic white grocery bag in his left hand.

The moon god behind you froze, cock still halfway inside of you. They were staring the other down for a few countless moments. “Problem?” he hissed then started his pace again. You were fighting against how your pussy throbbed at the man watching your actions. But actions speak louder than words. Your head rested once more on Khonshu’s shoulder.

“I-I thought you didn’t wa-want him to see,” you teased then moaned when the god hit something deep in you. Past memories of the god being possessive filled your mind. At times, it was hilarious to see such a god throw a tantrum about Marc seeing more skin than Khonshu allowed. Other days, it could get annoying easily. A small part of you liked to tease him about it. Though, a moment like this wasn’t what you expected. Nevertheless, you felt his fingers grip harder. There were going to be bruises on your thighs by the end of the night.

“He can see but cannot touch what’s mine.” Khonshu made that clear with a particular harsh thrust. “Now, tell me who you belong to and you can cum again.” Once more, his possessive side shone threw the brightening morning.

“Yours! I’m yours, Khonshu! All yours,” you cried out and held on tighter. Then, you came. Harder than ever before. The strength of a god was the only thing able to keep you from tensing up all the way. Your body trying to curl up on itself. Khonshu quickened his pace and drew whole body tremors from you. Until he stilled, cock fully sheathed and throbbing inside of you. Your nose nuzzled against his cheek as your body twitched against his hold.

Your chest rose and fell drastically, gaze blankly staring at the white ceiling. A hand laid firmly on your stomach and reminded you of the situation. Red covered every inch of your face without missing a beat. There was no way in the world you could look at Marc, Steven, or Jake the same way. Not after what Marc had just watched and experienced. Without any control, your pussy clenched around Khonshu again.

Khonshu’s other hand came down circled your clit. The overstimulated nub throbbed painful. “No, Khon, no. It hurts,” you whined and weakly pushed his hand away; given a few minutes, you could probably go again. The god listened without hesitation then lifted his head.

“Enjoy the show?” he questioned. You easily knew there was a smirk on his feature even though he couldn’t physically show it. This side of him wasn’t something you were entirely used to but you could get accustomed to easily.

“Khonshu, what the fuck?” Marc’s voice sounded higher than normal. You opened an eye to see red dusting his own cheeks. The bag in his hand had been dropped to the hardwood floor hazardously. A can of vegetables had rolled out. “Don’t we have some business to do,” he grunted with his jaw tense.

“This business was more important,” Khonshu chattered back then easily pulled himself from you. A flush of his white cum spilled from your pussy and onto the hardwood floor. You shivered at the feeling and closed your legs. Yet the god wouldn’t allow that. “Ah-ah, Stardust. Don’t hide yourself from your god. Not when I’ve filled you so perfectly.” His finger took a small scoop through the cum that painted your thighs and pressed it back in. Your back arched with a whine piercing the quiet air.

“Khonshu,” Marc warned and refused to look in your general direction. The god chuckled before placing you on the couch behind you. A familiar blanket was pulled over your naked form.

“I’ll let you sleep in, Little One. You humans do need your sleep.” He pressed his cheek to your forehead in a mock kiss. “And a god can be tiring.” Khonshu stared down at you for a few moments before turning around to face Marc. His staff somehow returned to his grasp.

As much as you wanted your god to stay with you, the night may be over but vengeance never stopped. He would return. The two of you could dance to this quiet song all over again.

Before sleep claimed you once more, you shifted your eyes over to the man. Out of the corner of his eye, you saw him gazing at you as well. When your eyes met, his flashed away to the mirror close by. Then, darkness is all you see.

[khonshus-stardust]

Jealousy? What Jealousy?

Pairings: Khonshu/reader (gender neutral but female bodied) Steven Grant/reader

Words: 3384

Summary: Work has had you busy but you've finally come to a break. When you awoke, you ate breakfast then sat down for some drawing. It's almost three in the afternoon when you realized how much time you've been sitting down for. Steven, one of your lovers, makes a comment about it so you get up. A special bird man appears in your apartment. Words are exchange and you came to a conclusion.

He's jealous.

Author Note: Gender-neutral but mentions of female parts. If anyone wants a male one, let me know. I don’t mind writing for anyone.

More smut with Khonshu. This one isn't that great. I found a smut prompt that I liked but struggled to use for him. This was my second attempt after throwing away about 2000 words. Might have to use it for a different fandom.

Masterlist

Ao3

A free three days of work calls you as you sat at your computer, Clip Studio Paint pulled up. Your digital drawing tablet rested in your lap, months of use clearly etched into the screen. It’s bright light not harsh with the sun’s light pouring past the curtains as you worked. Yet, your eyes burned from possible hours of staring at the device.

One singular line giving much more trouble than it should be. After what felt like the hundredth time, you gave up, hands thrown up with a groan. You take a gulp from the nearby water bottle before deciding to stand up.

In all honest, that was a horrible decision to carry out. It was morning when you had last stood up, that’s when you first sat down for the day. Now, the was  two-thirds through the sky. Only a quarter of your water had been used up during that time.

All possible joints in your legs and back popped as you stood up. The noises drawing the attention of your reading lover. Steven cringed, brows pinched as his eyes gazed at you. “Honey, I think its time to stop for awhile. You need a break,” the man stated and set down his book. The cover read something about myths. You shrugged your shoulders though, gaze returning back to your work.

He was right. A bathroom and snack break was needed. “I know. Thanks, babe.” You walked up to him and placed a kiss on his forehead. A shy smile took over his features as you start to walk away from Steven. “Need anything from the kitchen?” you called over your shoulder.

“No thank you!” he responded. You entered the kitchen and easily grabbed the Oreos from the counter. There was whoosh of wind behind you as you turned around.

There stood Khonshu in all of his glory. His crescent staff gripped in hand while he held his head high. “Hey, Khon. Whatcha up to, love?” You stopped to leaned back against the island and gaze up at the impossibly tall god.

“I wanted to ensure the idiot wasn’t screwing about,” he responded and took the needed steps to enter your personal space, skull lowered.

On the other hand, you rolled your eyes and flicked his beak. Ever time he calls Steven that stupid name, you hated and he knew that. Did Khonshu stop though? No, not fully. But he has calmed down on the name calling and sort. “Steven is fine. He’s just reading while I draw. Want to join our little group or do you have godly duties to preform?” you teased and knocked your hip into his leg. It did nothing to move him.

The moon god hummed then used his ridiculously long arms to pull you into his side. “No, I don’t have any ‘godly duties’ to worry about, Stardust. I would like to join.” You bumped into him once more before grabbing his hand and dragging him towards your room.

“Perfect. You can sit and watch from my bed!” He had to duck to enter the room but stopped when he saw Steven on the bed. “There’s plenty of room for the two of you.” You tugged him towards the furniture. He paused after his legs hit the wooden base.

You moved back to your chair with your Oreos. Out of the corner of your eyes, Steven gave Khonshu a confused expression then looked at you. All you did was smile at him.

Well, until Khonshu grabbed his nearest arm and promptly pulled him off. Your mouth dropped as you stared wildly at him. “Khonshu!” you gasped and rushed over to Steven. The poor man rubbed at his head then glared at the god. You glared at Khonshu in disbelief! “What was that, mister?”

“Only you and I are allowed on this bed. Not the idiot.” One step forward. Two steps back! He was starting to come around then he does this. What was happening?!

With an angry mother look on your face, you marched up to him. “That was extremely rude of you.” Then you paused, a sudden thought randomly coming to your brain. “Are you jealous? Is that why you’ve been acting this way lately. You know by now that I care about Steven, Marc, and Jake. “

Khonshu scoffed then shook his head. “I’m not jealous. A god does not get jealous of a mortal.” His words only solidified your thoughts.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You are jealous,” you reiterated and crossed your arms. Behind you, Steven got to his feet and called your name. Yet, you ignored him for a minute.

“I would like to speak to you. Privately,” Khonshu demanded, staff slamming against the carpet. More wind swirled around the room. After the months of him in your life, you’ve learned to not have anything free floating in your apartment. Nothing came fluttering to hit you this time.

“I agree. I think it’s time we had a talk.” You walked over to Steven and held his hands in yours. “I’m sorry, Steven. Let me talk with him and clear this, alright?” Your lips pressed against his knuckles and smiled at him.

“Love, are you sure?” he questioned, worry bubbling in his eyes.

Your hands squeezed his. “Yeah, I can handle him all by myself. It’s just Khonshu,” you jestered. Steven stared for an extra moment before nodding his head. The man was still reluctant to walk into the living room but did nevertheless; your good boy.

With a deep breath, you faced the god still in your room and raised a brow. “What do you need to get off your chest, Khon? Something is bothering you.” The god was silent though as he took a seat where Steven had originally sat. Unlike usual, you didn’t feel his gaze upon your frame. Something was really going on with him. You decided to walk up to him and stand between his parted legs. One of your hands softly touched his beak. “Tell me, lover bird. What do you want? Why do you feel jealous?”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

One moment, you were on your feet. Next, your back pressed into the bed as Khonshu towered over you. Your hands gathered into only one of his, pinned high above your head. Both of your eyes blown wide at the sudden shift.

He wasn’t one for words. Actions spoke loud for the god from the years he has lived. Which meant, instead of telling, he was going to show you.

It hit you. Khonshu has walked in when you or one of his Moon Knights were pleasing your body. Many times, he’s paused to watch, you guessed now. His gaze pinned on your frame. The latest time, Marc had to throw a pillow for him to disappear. Unfortunately, that had ruined the mood and caused the two of you to stop.

Yes, he’s jealous. He wants that same affection. He’s been starved from affection for a long time. Human or not, no one can go on living.

“I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t like it. You can do whatever you want, lover bird.” Oh, those words made the immortal before you shake. “Have your way with me.”

Khonshu takes that to heart, or what’s there for that organ. Your clothes are removed before you could call his name. But then, he stops, all excitement paused as his gaze raked down your frame. That pause caused you to worry though and whispered his name.

His skull shot up to stare at your concerned expression. He let his free hand start on your breasts, letting your nipple be pinched between his thumb and pointer finger. You softly moaned his name like a prayer and he drank it up like a thirsty man. He did it again, eating up your reactions.

It’s not his first time. Can’t be when he’s been alive for thousands of years. But it was his first time with you. You were different in his nonexistent eyes. He wants to pick you apart and find what makes you tick, what makes you moan, squirm, whine for him. It came to him though, he lacked a humanoid mouth but made up in it with his nimble fingers.

They wandered from your breasts to your labia. His pointer fingers slowly dragging around the outside and watched as your back arched with a whine. A desperate and needy whine. “You sound so pretty, Stardust,” he whispered close to your ear.

That finger inches closer to where you needed it most before ghosting over that spot. Your legs clasped together and trapped his hand between them. Khonshu chuckled and used both hands to pry them back open. “Be patient, Little Bug. I’ll take care of you, I promise,” he stated and situated himself between your legs. “Now, be a good mortal and keep them open for me.”

Your core clenched at his words. Now, that was the only thought on you mind. You wanted to be his good mortal. So, you kept you legs open and arms above your head.

He returned to letting his finger wander aimlessly around your most sensitive area. But he pitied your whines and let his pointer rest on your hidden clit. You gasped, hips jutting up at the touch. “There you go, Little Bug. Is that what you want?” he teased.

“Yes! Please, Khonshu,” you begged and whined. The god laughed lowly and applied a small amount of pressure. Your thighs threatened to close to take all you could from this position. Instead, Khonshu held your wrists in his hand like before. You accidentally bucked your hips, making his hand move against your clit. “Oh, fuck, Khon. Please.”

Time seemed to stop at that moment. Khonshu took his time to absorb your beauty before him. He’s never been like this towards a human before. But for you, he would tear down the universe to ensure your safety.

Finally, the moon god used his thumb to circle your clit while his middle finger dipped into your core. It took all of your will power not to buck your hips. Or, better yet, switch positions with him and use him. He doesn’t know this but you’ve been wanting to fuck him about a month after you’ve met him. You were good at keeping secrets hidden.

“Good, Stardust, good,” he whispered; the end of his beak right next to your ear. You let your hips thrust up again and pushed his finger deeper. His thumb pressed against your clit almost perfectly. “Are you going to cum for your god, Little Bug? Are you going to be good for me?” The praise hit you deep. You’ve been strung tight over these past few weeks with little outlets. Masturbating hadn’t been hitting that growing itch as time continued. Now, Khonshu was scratching it perfectly.

You fought against his hold on your wrist but he wouldn’t let up. A sudden need to touch him passed over you. It was quickly squashed when Khonshu slid in another finger and curled them. He stroked the spongey spot inside of you. “F-faster, Khonshu, please.” If he went faster, you would cum for him. Like the good little mortal you are.

Khonshu listened to you and quickened his movements. In returned, he received a high-pitched moan. This time, you couldn’t help as your thighs locked around his hand again. Yet, he didn’t stop or let that slow him down. He continued.

His name was cried out like a prayer. It hit you hard, cumming underneath him. Your back arching, vagina throbbing around his fingers. Once again, he didn’t stop, fingers never once slowing. They just kept that same pace.

That drove you into the depth of oversensitivity. “Khon, s-stop,” you stuttered, body on the verge of curling in on itself. The god followed your words and paused all movements. The moment he did, your body relaxed, thighs falling open.

“Are you okay, Stardust?” he questioned and used the hand that was pinning your wrists to hold your chin. You softly smile and nodded your head.  You were more than okay.

“Yeah, but I wanna see what else you can do,” you challenged with a growing smirk. If he’s willing, why not take what he offers.  Khonshu gave a quick, short noise and tilted his skull as if he wanted a better look.

His hand returned to its originally spot between your legs and rubbed over your clit once more. Your back arched, still sensitive to any touches. “Now, you’re getting a little cocky. I can show you why that’s a bad idea.”

“Nah, I think you’re still jealous of the boys,” you teased with a full-blown smirk on your face. After earlier today, you know that’s a way to push his buttons. You wanted to see how he reacted when you did it. Maybe it was different compared to when any of the boys do it, especially Marc.

Wind rushed around the room, but nothing was knocked over. “I’m not jealous!” he growled then flipped you over on your hands and knees. Yet, one of his arms wrapped around your stomach and lifted you up. Most of your weight was on your arms which shook due to the new position. He kept close to his chest, hips pressed against you. His other arm holding up his weight and yours.

A knowing object slid between your legs and caused you to glance down. A cream-colored cock rested against your pussy. Khonshu pulled his hips back then, with the help of the arm wrapped around your waist, he position the tip of his dick at your entrance. “You don’t know what I look like when I’m jealous,” he snarked then pushed all the way in.

The previous orgasm helped him bottom all the way. A heady moan escaping as one of your hands finds his wrist and held onto it. “Fuck!” you shouted, walls pulsing around him. He was big and long, so deep inside of you. The size difference always hit different in thought. But it felt good, so good in real life. You’ve been needing this for so long. It seemed like he read your mind.

As rude as he could be, Khonshu kept his hips still and used the nearest hand to gently rub circles around your clit. You moaned and tried to push against him. All you wanted him to do was fuck you into the mattress. First, he needed to move.

He laughed quiet and thrusted once, pausing afterwards. You throbbed around him causing him to groan and tighten his hold. “Show me h-how jealous you are, Khonshu,” you challenged him once more with a knowing smirk on your face.

“The idiot is right out that door, remember? He’s probably listening to you moan underneath me,” he hissed and started up a pace. With his finger playing with your clit and your pussy full, you could only answer with a moan. “He can probably hear you, Stardust.”

Your toes curled at his words. Fuck. You didn’t know why that made you react that way. It shouldn’t be hot that you wanted Steven to hear, possibly watch your god fuck you into the bed; watch the way your face contorts when he rubs against your g-spot; watch your body shake with pleasure. You felt yourself clench around Khonshu’s cock at your thoughts. It felt so dirty to think that way but gods, you wished it would happen.

“Is that what you want? You want Steven to hear you moaning for me?” You answered by clenching his cock again, unable to verbally confirm his suspicions. Not that you freely wanted to anyhow. “Mm, you do, Little Bug.” He pauses his words as if to think about the scenario. “Not tonight. Tonight, you’re with me.”

Khonshu emphasize that with a harsh thrust of his hips. Your head whipped back, mouth dropped. He whimpered something about being good for him, his little good mortal.

It wasn’t long before you felt that familiar tightening in the pit of your belly. The arm holding you up gave out. Instead, Khonshu sat back on his calves and held you against his chest. That didn’t stop him from driving his cock into you.

Now, he had a free hand to roam around your body. It slithered around your throat for a moment – a show of power – before pinching at your nipples. More curse escaped from you. The new actions only pushed you closer and closer to end. “Khonshu, please.”

“I know, Stardust. It’s okay, you can cum. Cum for your god,” he soothed and kept the same pace, never once changing the angle, speed, or harshness.

Something about him ended it all. Your hands clawed for purchase, anything to steady yourself on this nonexistent cliff. Nothing prepared you as the band inside of you snapped.

Your entire body tensed, head thrown back against his chest as he kept up the same speed. His name screamed out, loud enough to probably worry the neighbors. The float down was the best. You felt blissful, head lazing back, throat humming contently.

As your mind came back to the realm, you felt the god behind you stutter before shoving you fully on his cock. A warm stickiness dripping from your full pussy and onto the bed. “Good boy, Khonshu,” you praised the god with a hoarse voice. “You’re filling me so good.” If he wasn’t holding onto you tightly before, there was no chance for escape now; even though that wasn’t a thought on your mind.

Finally, the god collapsed onto his side, still deep inside of, not letting you go. You allowed him to hold you as close as he wanted and enjoyed the company. His hand gone from being between your thighs. “Are you trying to knock me up or something, mister?” His arm muscles tensed at your words.

“Don’t tempt me, Stardust,” he growled and nuzzled his beak between the area of your neck and shoulder. Your walls pulsed around him at his answer. Khonshu chuckled. “Unless you want that.”

“A talk for another time, lover bird. Now, could you release me, please?” you asked and wiggled against him. His hips dragged back his cock only to shove it back in. Another curse spilling from your lips. “Come on. I have to make sure I don’t get a UTI.” One of the bad things of having a female body and sex.

The god has been on this earth and around humans to know what this is. “And I would just heal you,” he said without moving an inch.

“Please, love?” you begged with pout he possibly could see.

It was silent between the two of you before he finally released you from his hold. “Fine, just don’t let Steven touch you. You’re still mine.” You sighed before dislodging yourself and standing up, legs wobbling but still of use.

There was a smirk on your face couldn’t see from this angle. You began to walk away, hips sashing. “I guess I was right, Khon. You are jealous of them,” you jestered towards him as you opened the door and turned your head back. The god moved to be on his back, beak up towards the ceiling. His knees below hung off the bed, arms spread out.

“You’re calling that jealousy? Believe me, if you can still use your legs, I’m not being jealous,” he stated with a firm, knowing tone. Your lips pressed together. Then an idea hit you.

“What about next time?” you questioned, actually wanting to know if he’s willing for another time. You hoped that this wasn’t a one and done. You loved him, more than you’re willing to admit out loud with him anywhere near you.

The god laughed, chest shaking with the motion. That caused doubt to bubble. “Next, you’ll need to take a week from work off.” Your mouth dropped at his words. “I’ll also being using that mouth of yours.”

With that, you scrambled out of the room, ignoring the red blushing look that Steven had on his face. The bathroom was your savor for the moment. Yet, thoughts of next time couldn’t stop appearing in your mind.

You hoped next time wasn’t far away.