8 - A Concept Of Desire || Khonshu X Fem!reader

𝓓𝓪𝔂 8 - A Concept Of Desire || Khonshu x fem!reader

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Summary: In the wake of centuries of longing, Khonshu realizes that the girl who works with his avatar, Jake Lockley, is responsible for rekindling his hidden desires.

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v, hair pulling)

Word count: 1757

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Hair Pulling orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish

The concept of desire was defined as a psychological force that ultimately fabricates a need, a craving, or lust, most commonly and aptly associated with a sexual longing.

Khonshu's situation was no different. He could say with great certainty that nearly all males have experienced this torment. The unbridled desire for sexual pleasure ran through his veins. A burning sensation in Khonshu's stomach, a reminder of the hunger he could not satiate, the thirst he could not quench. Khosnhu sometimes felt woeful - he always thought he was above the basic human instincts, the primal needs that people eagerly sought. Yet there he was, engrossed in his own desires, centuries old longings still unfulfilled.

As you walked into the bar each week to meet Jake Lockley, 8 pm - his nostrils flared, his pulse soared - physiological reminders of Khonshu's desires and cacoethes.

This week was no different, Khonshu was at the bar, invisible to all but Jake. The week was like all others that came before, that evening was no different; but when you and Jake locked eyes like you did those many moons ago, the fire in Khonshu resurged - he was never to have you as you were just a mortal being, but he couldn't deny his inner desires, burning himself like a blazing fire, his imagination running wild as his glance moved along the curves of your figure.

You were a smaller woman, you were perhaps 160 centimeters tall, but the heels you wore were so deceptive - and Khonshu realized with astonishment that he was quite attracted to women of smaller stature.

The shoes paired perfectly with your seductive black, garter leg wraps. The tight leg straps highlighted your healthy skin, your perfectly toned legs flowed into a stunning red-velvet corset-dress that hugged your bust and curves perfectly. He looked up at your matte, red lips; your smoky eyeshadow highlighted your beautiful Y/E/C eyes, which transported him to a place of ecstasy, a realm of euphoria. In a way, it was as if you had fallen from heavens and reminded mere mortals what it would be like to be sculpted by the Gods. Beauty is, and forever will be in the eye of the beholder, Khonshu reminded himself.

Khonshu knew that lust could last for months, years, even centuries. In spite of this, his passion seemed to have been brewing for only a few weeks, five, maybe six - when his mind was torturing him, he lost track of time. Despite not brewing for that long, his concoction of lust was explosive and effervescent. 

Thoughts of the good, the bad, and the naughty whirred through Khonshu's mind as a sense of controlled panic overcame him as he finally locked onto a more clear-cut image in his own subconscious and plunged into his own imagination as he remained trancened by your hypnotic gaze.

If Khonshu were mortal, he would love nothing more than to sink his inquisitive fingers, adventurous tongue, and plump lips between your legs.

With his venous and vascular hands, Khonshu would stroke one of your breasts, kissing the trail from your navel to your abdomen. Besides twirling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he would wrap his lips around your other nipple, flick it, and swirl your areola clockwise with his tongue. After incorporating some teeth, Khonshu will continue ascending towards your neck. Your hair would be brushed aside in a loving and caring manner. Khonshu would nibble on your earlobes while moaning and whispering in your ear; sweet nothings and dirty talks echoing in your ear canal.

Taking another deep breath, Khonshu reabsorbed himself into his vivid imagination once more after a brief lapse in concentration as he listened to your conversation with Lockley about yet another target. The god was thinking about the morning after.

It would be heaven spooning you. His cock would be squeezed between your legs tightly due to its stiffness and fatness. 

You would send shivers down his spine as you scratched his abdomen with your velvet, red, and freshly manicured nails. During the time that his lips would feel comfortable on yours, the veiny ridges on his cock would stimulate your pussy, allowing your tight, little, sweet-nectar slit to do its job and coat his hardened shaft with your slick wetness. Khonshu would gently pull back your hair, a good clump in his tight fisted hands; he would tug at it harder and harder if you didn't protest. The stout lips of his mouth would trace the back and side of your neck as he kissed you, once again whispering sweet nothings and dirty teases - what he was going to do to you, how he was going to enjoy you and your gorgeous body.

Khonshu would detach his hips from you after a while to angle his body to tease the slit with his swollen cock, already glistening in his pre-cum. In slow motion, his digits would explore every curve around your waist, rubbing your clit occasionally as well. "Do you think you deserve this?" Khonshu would whisper softly into your ear. Determined to get as deep as possible, he would pick up your smaller frame and throw you passionately onto the bed again. While your legs rested over Khonshu's broad shoulders, he would kiss down the inside of your thighs. His one hand would be placed at the base of his shaft, angled downward to push his cock inside you slowly, while his other hand would be placed on your clit to rub it gently.

He would push deeply into your pussy, then trace his fingers up your neck, wrapping them around it possessively, before leaning forward to change the angle of penetration and pushing even harder. He would reach up and grab a handful of your hair. By wrapping it around his hand and holding your hips in the other, he would drive his dick into your waiting pussy. After pulling out his shaft, he would slap it on your pussy lips, which would elicit a grunt from your parted lips. A delicious, wet echo would emanate from Khonshu's hefty cock in harmony with your beautiful slit.

Khonshu would then turn you over and push you to your knees. Pushing your head into a pillow, you would try to muffle the whimper of pleasure as he again slipped his length into you. Khonshu would lean forward to yank his arm around your waist, to play with your nipples, as his torso rested on your arched back. In the process, he would grab your hair and pull it tightly into a ponytail, causing you to roll your eyes while a moan escaped your lips as he pounded into your pussy from behind. Khonshu would pull your hair harder the harder he thrust. You would try to escape the position for a pleasure so primal and intense would overwhelm your body, setting a knot in your abdomen that was so tight it was only a matter of time before it snapped. You would be drawn to Khonshu by his hand in your hair, hardly tugging. “And where do you think you’re going, Y/N?” He would groan angrily. “Better be a good girl and stick your ass more to me, otherwise I’ll have to rip your hair off.”

His lower torso would smash into your magnificent arse as he grasped your hip tightly with one hand. He would use his hands not only to compliment each thrust and pull you in deeper, but also to create red handprints on your ass. Khonshu would pull at your hair and spank your ass occasionally. Whenever you tried to lay your chest on the bed, he would tug on your ponytail, urging you back into a position that would allow him to penetrate deeper into your pussy. 

The urge to release his load would tighten his balls and make his cock twitch.

Your moans would become louder. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" You would plead.

Having no choice but to obey his desires, the dam would be broken and his cum would be released; his seed filling your pussy, dripping from your body when he pulled his cock out.

After the intercourse, Khonshu would cuddle your face against his chest.

Khonshu's reverie was interrupted by Jake's thick accent, "Khonshu? Are you even listening?"

The Egyptian God of the Moon tilted his skull head slightly, looking at Lockley. "Could you please rephrase that, Jake?"

As Jake frowned, he put his hand on his gear lever as the idiot driving in front abruptly braked. “Por Dios, ¿y ahora qué te pasa?”

Despite not even intending to reply to Jake, Khonshu asked simply, "What was your question again?"

After Jake parked the limo in front of his apartment, he turned off the engine and placed his arm around the headrest of Khonshu's seat. "I was wondering if it would be okay if Y/N stayed here for a day or two. Since we're working together on that guy, it would be easier, you know, ol' bird."

Khonshu poked Jake with his beak on the shoulder. “You can trust me when I say I have no objection to Y/N visiting us, my friend. She might stay as long as she needs to."

The frown on Jake's face deepened; he could not persuade Khonshu to let him bring a girl into the apartment for a date or just a friendly meeting. The situation is dangerous, more for her than for us, Khonshu would argue. Jake pulled the keys out of the ignition switch, asking, "Since when are you so willing to let extraños into nuestro apartamento?"

Khonshu shrugged his shoulders in response, exiting the car quickly. "If we want to deliver the vengeance soon, we've got a lot of planning to do."Jake watched the tall, lanky figure enter the apartment and disappear into the darkness. A smile spread across Lockley's face. In spite of being Khonshu's avatar and not much else, he knew things. It was little known to Khonshu that Jake was able to sense god's true, hidden feelings, especially those that were so intense. The smirk on Jake's lips did not fade as he stepped out of the limo to join Khonshu. In order to complete the job, Jake was willing to do whatever it took to lure you into his apartment. In addition to planning, this was also a way of releasing Jake’s own male greed. Perhaps Khonshu would also be able to make use of his hidden lust.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 14 - Solving A Case || BBC Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader

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Summary: Sherlock insists that you visit him, but his motives are rather unclear.

Warnings: some undressing

Word count: ~ 800

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

A/N: the prompt for today is: Undressing

"Good morning, Mrs. Hudson!" You shouted before going straight to Sherlock's apartment.

A completely unknown reason prompted him to contact you, asking you to go to his house immediately.

Sherlock walked down the front hall and glared at you, cocking his one eyebrow up, as soon as he heard your sweet tone echoing off the walls. "You're running late, Y/N."

As you tried to remove your scarf, you nodded. "I know, I am so sorry, it wasn't my fault..."

"You say it wasn't your fault?" He inquired.

"Of course it wasn't. They fixed a sidewalk on the way from my flat, so traffic was a little chaotic," you said finally as you removed your coat and scarf.

His frown had been replaced by a smile on his lips. "Don't worry, I'm aware of it, and I calculated that you might be late. Let us not waste any more time. Please follow me."

After throwing your stuff on the couch, you followed him quickly with an eye roll. "We were going to meet later anyway, so what's the big deal?"

Sherlock looked at you as soon as the door to his office closed behind you and said, "Undress."

Not sure if you heard it right, you blinked and looked around awkwardly. "Excuse me? What?”

"You heard me. Undress, Y/N," he repeated, looking at you.

As you took off your shoes, a look of confusion still appeared on your face. "Like, you want me to take off everything?"

Sherlock cocked his eyebrow at you. "Did I tell you to take your shoes off? I told you to undress."

"I wouldn't take off my skinny jeans with shoes on," you rolled your eyes and then smiled.

It hit you then - there was no doubt your dear boyfriend was eagerly awaiting tonight's date. Revealing your bra, you slowly took off your shirt. It was only a matter of time before your pants followed, revealing matching bottoms. "Sherlock, you might have told me earlier that you cannot wait to see me that much."

He walked to you and traced his fingers along the stripe of your bra, humming to himself. He put hands on your shoulders and slowly turned you around to take a look at your bun.

There was something odd about this, but Sherlock was always odd, so you didn't pay much attention, but when you didn't reach any good conclusions, you started to wonder. "Sherlock? What are we doing exactly?”

"I'm undressing you," he told you simply, pushing his hands beneath the straps of your bra, tugging them down your shoulders, cupping your breasts after.

You gasped and bit your lips, smiling at him. "Well, I can see that. You want to take stuff slowly today?"

"Maybe," his response was brief.

Playing with your bottom lip, you nodded, staying quiet, enjoying his touch.

Soon, his hands moved from your breasts down your body, through the stomach, until they reached your thong.

As his hand reached lower, you let out another soft gasp that filled you with goosebumps.

Sherlock's hand played with your thong, and soon he pushed the material down your legs, slowly and constantly, humming at the softest of your skin under his calloused fingers.

When you stepped out of the panties, you realized you were fully naked in front of him. Like every time, it made you blush. "Sherlock, stop playing with me."

He put hands to your shoulders and slowly caressed down them; his touches soft and delicate like a summer rain. "Good, good, very well." Soon, he turned you around and took one more glance over your curvy hips and fully breasts and thighs.

As you stared at the door in front of you, you were confused. Usually, Sherlock took things slow and unexpectedly, but this was getting silly.

Suddenly, he sent you a warm smile. "Ok, I'm done, you can get dressed, if you want, of course."

"What?" You asked quietly, looking at him. "Excuse me? What do you mean you are done?”

"I am solving a mysterious case. The deceased woman was your size and I had to check something. Thank you for helping me get the clue that the killer had to be left-handed."

"Wouldn't it have been easier to go touch the actual body instead of dragging me all the way here?" You asked.

"Why touch some random, cold Noddy when I have you in my reach, my beautiful?" Sherlock walked back to you and kissed your cheek.

"Well, it seems like your hobby," you grumbled, annoyed by the kiss. "But maybe you could take a little break?"

His eyebrow went up slowly and a cocky grin appeared on his lips. As Sherlock started unbuttoning his plain shirt, he nodded. "I like this idea, Y/N."

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 17 - The Train Ride || Tangerine x fem!reader

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Summary: Everyone knows how boring it can be to travel by train. Nevertheless, having Tangerine himself as a plus-one can make things more exciting.

Warnings: smut without plot (fingerfucking)

Word count: 842 Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Fingering

You placed your hand on his knee and snuck it up onto his lap shortly after. "It's been half a night since we started traveling. I know you have some strange dude on your fucking list again, but you ag"You're almost as horny as I am, Tangerine."

When he opened his eyes, he saw you sitting beside him with your legs crossed and your dress short enough to reveal some of your thighs as your shoulders were fondled against your chest. “What?” His eyes were still blurred from sleep as he asked.

reed to take me with you, and I have my own fucking needs." Your eyebrow cocked slowly as you observed a mischievous grin forming at the corners of his mouth as you said, "I'm horny and I wanna fuck," you whispered quietly.

"Let's go in here," Tangerine pointed to the bathroom with his head, and you nodded enthusiastically.

An older couple seated nearby gave you an annoyed glance as you entered a unisex bathroom together.

The two of you grabbed each other and locked lips; your tongues twirled and explored each other's mouths. It was only necessary to break the kiss to breathe.

"I have only this dress on," you told him, popping your breasts out of the top of your dress after making sure the door was locked.

After noticing the hint, Tangerine kissed you from neck to chest.

Slipping both of your hands into his neatly brushed hair, you demanded, "Suck 'em."

First, he kissed you through your cleavage; he also sucked hungrily into one of your nipples.

"Just like that,” you praised, rolling your head back a bit.

Tangerine groped your other breast and rolled your nipple between his fingertips, then switched and sucked the nipple he had teased.

You shivered slightly. With a little gasp, you told him, "You have a lovely mouth, baby."

Tangerine switched back and forth a couple more times before deciding you needed something different. With his free hand, Tangerine ran a finger along your slit, discovering with amusement that you were already quite damp. After teasing your clit for a moment, he slipped one finger and then another into your pussy.

You moaned and quivered.

Within you, Tangerine began to scissor his fingers, massaging your core.

You started biting your lip, trying not to scream out as Tangerine got you close.

Tangerine brushed your clitoris with his thumb as he fingered you and occasionally sucked your breast. As he began to pump his fingers deeper and harder into your tight pussy, he whispered, "Look at you, Y/N, so greedy."

You clung to his shoulder, clad in his plain, blue shirt, trying to stabilize yourself from falling.

While Tangerine pulled his fingers from you, he offered them to you for licking; you happily accepted, tasting your juices on his digits, making almost pornographic sounds as you licked his fingers clean. 

Next, he pushed you further onto the sink, picked up one of your legs, spat on his hand, and brought it straight to your slit, massaging it gently in little circles. His index and middle fingers soon found their way back to your welcoming wetness. 

As you moaned louder, his unoccupied hand covered your lips. “Shush, we don't want to make a scene on the fucking train, do we?” He asked, leaning forward to kiss your cheek; his mustache scratched your earlobe sending a shiver up your spine.

While nodding, you closed your eyes and tried to regain your composure; it didn't help much, so Tangerine did not move his palm away from your lips as he still fingered your pussy.

Once Tangerine sensed you were loosening up a bit, he added his third finger, filling you all the way to the brim, earning a tear rolling down your cheek for the pleasure got unbearable for you. To get better access to your already dripping cunt, he yanked your thigh over his forearm.

Suddenly, someone started knocking on the door, asking something in Japanese.

“Yeah, yeah, I know but I’m absolutely swamped right now, yeah?” Tangerine replied sharply. As the voice outside the door rose, Tangerine snapped, “Bugger off, will ya?!"

You'd probably laugh at his reaction, if not for his hand over your mouth; on the other hand, there was something else to focus on.

As much as possible, you rolled your hips for him, slowly but steadily, to meet all of his thrusts.

Tangerine turned his head toward you and focused on you once again. Trying to reach your g-spot, he scissored his fingers deep inside your pussy, massaging your slick, inner walls. "Come on and cum for me, dollface, we don't have an entire day," he whispered into your ear.As you gushed through an orgasm, your moans were muffled by his hand. As soon as you recovered, you tugged your dress down, pushed your boobs back into the material and checked your hair in the mirror to make sure it wasn't a mess. “That was something, Tangerine. It would be great if I could tag along more often."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 10 - A Steamy Farewell || Leto Atreides x fem!reader

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Summary: After years of service under Duke Leto's command, you are about to leave Arrakis. There's nothing more surprising than being farewelled by the leader himself, especially if it's in a steamy way

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v)

Word count: 1315

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Drunk Sex

In order to say goodbye to Arrakis, I decided to throw a party; it was a hot summer evening party with a few coworkers and a lot of wine that everyone enjoyed. My party had thinned out by this point, so I walked the last people down the hill, to their barracks, to say goodbye. I was chatting with a couple of coworkers while Duke Leto Atreides walked his concubine, Lady Jessica, back to their chambers. Then he joined our little group on the training field. 

In between hugs and farewells, we chatted briefly, and I thanked them all for coming.

Despite the fact that it seemed silly for him to walk up and back down again, and I had taken the walk up the hill hundreds of times during my duties, I considered it polite and gentlemanly for him to linger near me and suggest that he walk me back up to the headquarters. We headed back up the little hill. Taking a different route up, Leto stood on a flat area above me and reached down to pull me up. As he pulled me up, my body skimmed along the length of his; he was incredibly strong and I could feel it in his touch. Once I was on my feet next to him, he stabilized me by wrapping his hands around my ribcage. All these things kind of affected me. For a moment, we were silent, then we continued up the hill towards the headquarters. We arrived at my door after a long walk, and it was awkward for a moment. In our drunken and giddy state, we decided to go inside for another drink.

While serving on Arrakis, I managed to collect all kinds of crazy old things about the place that I totally adored and showed him.

Throughout the whole time he was following me around my room; he was very close to me and touched me from time to time.

Knowing he had his beloved concubine, I was pretending not to notice, even though I was subtly encouraging it by leaning in slightly and telling myself that I was drunk and it was to fall or lean on him.

Once I showed Duke Leto the secret door in the back of a closet, I turned around and noticed that we were pressing against each other. As he pulled me closer, he wrapped his arms around me. I placed my hands on his broad chest that was covered by one of his finest, black shirts. It was as if we were subtly fitting our bodies closer together. The look on Leto's face was serious.

I told him, "You should make sure your concubine has made it back safely and that Paul is feeling well. " Leto kissed my neck and breathed deeply, avoiding to reply, "I know, this isn't right, but I crave you." 

As his erection pressed down on me, I couldn't resist moving against it and rubbing my nipples against his chest through our shirts. He was so tall, muscular, and sexy, I couldn't resist myself.

After sliding his hand up my thigh, Leto grabbed a handful of my ass and pulled me even closer to him. “You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered to me.

As we kissed and breathed heavily, I alternated between pushing him away, telling him we couldn't, and pulling him back.

My back was pushed against the wall as he picked me up; I wrapped my legs around him, letting out a brief moan directly into his ear. It was almost like he had an erection inside me despite my panties and his fitted pants still being on; my skirt rode up my thighs as his calloused hand caressed the back of my thigh.

As we grabbed each other and touched everywhere, Leto pulled back my head by my hair so he could kiss the side of my neck and face. It was intense and passionate.

Due to the fact that he was carrying me around the room, we were often falling against things or almost falling over, and we were kissing each other very violently; we would laugh about knocking things over intermittently.

In the end, we ended up near my front door, and I pushed him out, shouting, "I really  want you, but you have to go back to your family!" I slammed the door shut and rested my back against it, trembling as I breathed barely.

After a brief moment of silence, I heard a knock. Naturally, I answered it.

Standing there, Leto cocked an eyebrow at me as he said, "You won't be able to get rid of me this easily." The Duke pushed me back into my room.

We fell to the floor; I hit my back hard against it, laughing nervously. His clothes were taken off by him quickly; my panties and shirt followed as we laid on the cold, stone floor. He pushed my bra aside and started kissing, sucking, and biting my nipples and ran his hand up my thigh, right to the place where I was so hot and wet for him already. Suddenly, his urgency slowed.

While Leto was kissing me so hard; I was writhing with so much desire that I was almost in pain when he started slowly and gently teasing and torturing my pussy with his calloused fingers. Then he hovered over me for just a moment. I felt  the hard tip of Leto’s cock poking on my slick clit.

Leto slowly sank into me all the way, deliciously spreading and filling me; he stopped when he was all the way in. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Y/N. You’ll fucking make me cum in a second.”

I was panting and desperate for release but he didn't move. I took the initiative and fucked him from below by rising and lowering my hips and getting harder and faster as he hovered over me. "Oh, stop it and fuck me like you've wanted," I encouraged him, wrapping arms around his neck and slipping my hand into his salt-pepper hair.

I felt him grab me by the hips and buck his hips fast into mine, fucking me hard and deep, grunting deeply; almost animalistic noises were emanating from his broad chest.

The scent of Caladan wine could be detected in each breath of Leto as he fucked me slower, like he was making sweet love to me, with tender, gentle kisses placed all over my face. When Leto rolled me on top of him, he didn't change his slow, passionate rhythm inside of me, pulling on my hair, kissing and caressing scars on my body, asking if I was okay, whispering sweet nothings, all the while slowly bringing me to another orgasm.

My eyes were closed as I let myself be enraptured by the luxuriant feel of every inch of his thick cock inside of me. I was moving up and down his dick, forward and back, deeper and faster. My hands rested against his chest for some kind of support until he grabbed my hips, bucking his hips into me to match my movements. Soon, Leto cum deep into me and I contracted and convulsed around him, collapsing onto the top of his chest; my hair messy and my breaths shallow.

After a while, still lying on the floor of my room, we began laughing. 

My drunken state made me think I had just dreamt it, so I couldn't believe it actually happened. I knew things were going to get hairy with his concubine in the morning, but I was flattered that Leto wanted to stay with me for the night, our bodies entwined, gentle, tender kisses and caresses placed to each other, despite the trouble he was sure to get for not returning to his chamber for the night.

In all honesty, I was looking forward to more sex in the morning.

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