#Osiris N.

[philippequeau]

Consolation de la conscience

“Boèce” Dans la Consolation de la philosophie, écrite dans sa geôle, Boèce, attendant d’être exécuté par le roi Ostrogoth Théodoric, se demande : « Si Dieu existe, d’où vient le mal ? Et d’où vient le bien, s’il n’existe pas ? »i Il résumait là un raisonnement d’Épicure conservé par Lactance  : « Dieu, dit Épicure, ou bien veut supprimer le mal et ne le peut pas ; ou bien il le peut et ne le…

[ew2yu]

Old birds must preen one another

[kanroji-san]

Osiris: *on his way to annoy Y/N* You know Y/N, when I was your age-

Y/N: *who knew he was coming back with his bullshit and is fed up with it* When you were my age you fucked your sister- so shut the fuck up!

Isis: *sitting nearby, spitting out her tea* Y/N!!!

Y/n to Osiris:

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snarls beneath its breath, which provokes shivers throughout your spine. That wasn't human, not even close to something even a god can produce. It was so quiet, like a whisper in the air, yet it provoked all hair to stand on end. 

"Do not disappoint." Otto's words are hushed in your head, a mere quiet murmur that was nothing short of an order. 

Before you have the chance to respond, your body is hauled upwards to your bare feet with the loincloth and skirt from before now adorning your bottom. You glanced around, noticing that you were alone before touching your cheeks which were void of tears and smudged eyeliner; however, the folds of your feminity still retained the thick, sweet slick from your arousal. 

The ultimate being could have cleaned it away but had not, as if to torture you with that throbbing heat beneath. Or perhaps to provoke your head to cloud with desire and throw yourself to your new target like a harlot.

Another knock steals your attention, which spurs you to clear your throat and saunter over. It's another performance, another rendition to become the most desirable being to the god of death for the entertainment of Otto. 

Upon opening the door to your room, you have to crane your neck to meet molten golden eyes shielding in the shade of the encrusted jackal headpiece.

Something tingles in the air; his radiance and unearthly presence suffocating. The pressure is nearly overbearing, thickening the air to spur you to struggle to breathe naturally. He is infused with power, an existence that should not even exist but does against all odds.

His expression is nonexistent, with a face impassive and stony. He refrains from speaking first as though he awaits for you to...

Oh...

"My lord." You welcome, head dipping down to bow in abasement. "I humbly greet you." 

Something in the back of your head digs its claws into your brain, attempting to provoke your ankles to give out. It wants you to collapse to your knees, and grovel at the god's feet as if you are not even worthy to be in front of him.

Anubis is the patron deity of jackals, yet his own presence orders you to obey his silent command.

Lower yourself like a loyal dog to its owner. 

You're sure it was on purpose, forcing you to acknowledge your place and the prestige of who you are dealing with this evening. He who stands before you is no normal human, no ordinary deity or being of comprehensibility. 

He is the god of death, one of the nine Egyptian Enneads and he demands devotion. 

"Rise." His voice practically drips with superiority, nothing less of his domineering presence. 

You do as told, raising your head to look forward at his built abdomen. His figure is impressive, with a bulkier constitution than Apollo. There was no time to appreciate his figure when you first met or even the quick glance in the weighing room, but now you can appreciate the robust structure.

Not to mention, just like his mother, his limbs are long and lengthy, reigning at an impressive 8ft (243.84cm). Most of his dark skin is shown, scarcely covered in silks but more attired in jewelry. 

Small and insignificant, it's what pours into your stomach and wails as he stands before you. The feeling is similar to something that dwells within, forgotten but remaining from a long time ago. Its familiarity is sickening just as it is welcoming. 

Abruptly his thumb and forefinger snatch your chin and title your head upwards. His touch ignites tingles from the contact that swarm within your tummy. Your vision drifts from the built rows of his abdomen to the wide and flexing pectorals, before settling back once again on plump nude lips and golden eyes. 

He's handsome and unbelievably gorgeous, and the power he holds is mouth-watering. Anubis is a god who reigns supreme, only surpassed by his own father. 

There must be a plethora of goddesses that have thrown themselves to his feet, pleading for just a chance. Not to mention the number of souls who come to the underworld to have their hearts weighed only to be completely bewitched by his otherworldly magnificence. 

"My birth mother practically adores you..." He murmurs more to himself as he tilts your head to the side so he can observe your jaw and the tendon in your neck tightening. "But I do not see the attraction of a mortal such as you." 

There is something inside of you that twinges as if he struck your own pride. For a moment you feel your blood boil, seething beneath the thin layer of skin before inhaling deeply.

You're gorgeous, you're intelligent, you're alluring, you are that woman. You never took the Egyptian deity of death to be such a liar. For his words to be true, he would have strayed from your chambers instead of arriving.

He's ever so busy; death is never-ending, nevertheless, he took the time out of his absurdly busy schedule to visit your room...he may not want you now, but he's interested. 

And that's all you need to get started. 

"My lord~. Please forgive this unworthy one." You drop to your knees as your chin slips from his grasp. His height already far surpasses your own, but something within his stomach must tingle when you give him what he likes. 

Submission

"Only the finest and most meritorious woman should be in the presence of a powerful god such as you." Your head rests upon the back of your hands that obscure a devious grin on your lips. "I would never think of myself good enough for such a deity but if you would let me...I'll do everything I can to please you, My lord. Just tell me what I can do; tell me what to do." 

The way you react is demeaning, basically degrading by giving up your will. But that is the point; it nearly runs your blood hot with excitement at the prospect of 'offering' him that control. From his own radiant and domineering presence, you can tell he is assertive and commanding. 

He is one of the Ennead gods! The deity who guides lost souls and kings through the afterlife, who protects and embalms the dead. He is one of the most important beings to exist in Egyptian mythology, and he knows that. 

Anubis wants control; he needs it. How can he be a deity if there are no worshippers or parishioners that do everything to please him? You don't mind letting him believe that he has it, by offering it with complete 'submission.' 

Even if you must resign your pride and push away your dignity, it's all an act because at the end of the day...it was your decision to let him do what he wanted. Plus, it feels like a dirty little secret knowing that you are just playing around and he is completely unaware of what you truly are.

"You know your place?" Anubis breathes outwards, and you can hear his clothes shift as though he is squatting down in front of your bowing figure. 

Only slightly do you nod your head but you refrain from speaking; he has not permitted it just yet. It seems that your assumption was correct because he hums in a pleased manner and runs his large hand through your hair. 

His fingers are coarse and rough and seething with an unnatural warmth. There's this soothing sensation, like a comforting reward that he is bestowing on you for being good. 

If you were a sweet little cat, you'd probably purr and lean into his palm.

"No wonder my birth mother declared you as the perfect little bride. You are obedient, like a good little girl." 

"Isn't that all you want? To be the perfect little girl?"

You disregard Otto's words and swallow the lump in your throat. It is imperative to perform just the way Anubis likes it. 

"Stand, and you may speak to your god." The Jackal deity commands with a voice that could send trembles through the earth but definitely shoots electricity through your veins. 

"Thank you so much, My Lord." Gingerly you raise your head and body, with his large hand still remaining in your hair. 

His lips display a suave smile, marked with charm and confidence. You had his interest at first, but now you have his attention

You are that woman. 

Abruptly his thick fingers tangle within your locks and tug, forcing your chin to the ceiling as a stinging sensation resonates in your scalp. Your hands fly upwards, unconsciously attempting to grasp his wrist yet you manage to squeeze them to your chest.

"Good." Anubis murmurs and leans down to bend at the waist and hover his lips by your ear. "You know already that you do not deserve to touch me. That is a privilege you must earn." 

Oh, he really wants you to work for it. Apollo was easy; now it appears you must put in a little more labor to corrupt this being. 

"Please, My Lord, My god, My Nesu-" The last part you articulated had not been translated though you could feel the importance of it. "Please tell this unworthy one how to gain that privilege. I'll do anything for you." 

You are not conceited enough to feel shame for begging; in fact, you love it. You love the way it ignites some part of the other person's brain alive, the way it replaces their blood with excitement, and let's not forget the way it drives them utterly insane to hear it again. 

Sure, Anubis can believe that he has all the power, but he'll find out what makes a b*tch. 

"Anything?" He probes, warm breath fanning across your ear and tickling. "Do you understand the intensity of what you state?" 

A grin wants to etch onto your lips; you can practically feel his anticipation, his eagerness in your own blood. The god probably desires to see how far he can push it, and how much you can endure.

He'll learn the hard way, literally. 

"Oh, My Nesu~. Anything and everything. I know I do not deserve it, but I desire you so bad." You speak the sweetest honey, saturated with so much sugar as you tell him exactly what he wants to hear. 

The Egyptian deity pulls away from your ear to lean back. His eyes beneath the Jackal headpiece observes your face, curiously taking in your appearance. 

Does he see the humor in your (e/c) iris' or is it masked by your desperate hunger for gratification? Can he discern the growing smirk on your lips from the way he's already falling into your trap? Perhaps not by how his tongue sweeps over his bottom lip with anticipation.

How ironic when he exists as the god to weigh a deceased's soul, configuring how much sin they've accumulated through their lifetime, only for him to be consumed by it. 

"How would you best like me to show my devotion?" Your question seems to rouse him from somewhere in his mind as he blinks slowly before meeting your gaze. 

"Those are dangerous words, Hemet." Another word not translated, but the physical impact it has on your body proves that it must mean something of great importance. Or maybe it's just a nasty little nickname he has for his abrupt bride. "Can you take it?" 

He has no idea what he has gotten himself into. "I can take you." 

Anubis abruptly yanks your head back, pushing your body out of the way to enter your bed chambers and slam the door behind himself. From the moment he stepped in, he has become your husband in unwritten matrimony. 

A slight yelp seeps from your lips from the searing sting before you are thrust toward your bed. You land on your stomach with your face bouncing against the plush mattress; the loose gold beads from the headpiece Nephthys gave you had clacked and rattled together. 

Scrambling onto your back had barely been fast enough as Anubis' giant form swathes over your own. His knees dig into the round bed by your waist as a single hand holds up his weight above your head. 

The bangles around his bottom and belly chains jingled from the movements as he grinned, sharpened canines displaying through his rows of white teeth. Walnut brown curls peek out from behind his headdress, and your fingers twitch with a yearning to pull them. 

It's practically p*ssy throbbing the way this huge god straddles your little 'ol mortal body and shows you how insignificant you are to him. Oh, you are so tiny, so human in comparison to a deity.

What you would give to have him between your legs, reshaping your insides with that monster beneath his silks. Each thrust would knock the wind out of you, robbing it away with every pound, roll, and rock that jabs right against your sensitive little cervix. 

He'd hurt so good, f*ck he'd tear into your nerves and control every sensation in the most commanding and demanding way possible. 

"Poor little Nymph. Must be torture to only be able to imagine but never fulfill that desire, hmm?" Otto's ethereal tone only reestablishes that deep sense of arousal. 

The memory of his bony hands touching you, caressing your body, is still fresh, and you're still soaked. At this point, you've fallen too deep into that part of your mind you like to disappear to, where shame, guilt, or any shred of rational thinking cannot penetrate. 

Head empty, just big chocolate-skinned god ready to f*ck you up.

"You are cute, Hemet! With that look you bare-" His free hand ghostly skims over your face before ceasing by your lips and plunging his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. His slightly pointed nails dig into the gummy flesh of your cheek as he yanks at the corner. "-I would not have believed that your heart weighed lighter than the feather." 

You want to speak, sweeten him up with some more sugary words however the opportunity right now is too good to pass up. Just like the little sl*t you are, your tongue traces over the rough skin and suckles. 

A laugh snags in your throat, desiring to giggle out because it's funny how right now, he tastes like power. 

Eagerly, practically desperately, you suck on his large fingers as if you've been starved for weeks, and you wouldn't dare let this treat evade you. 

Unconsciously, your thighs are squeezing together with your hips raising and attempting to grind against the wet cloth of your undergarment. It's hot beneath, seething with heat warming the slick spread outwards on your folds. 

It's probably humiliating, becoming so aroused by his mere presence and slender digits within your mouth but you cannot help it. The pressure of his radiance bares weight on your ribs consistently, as though it commands your own lungs when to breathe and when to choke. 

He gives the orders, and you'll listen...for now.  

"If only he knew of how truly disobedient you are. You would go from a submissive wife to a rebellious pet so quickly. We both know he could not handle it." 

'Oh, Otto~. You speak as if you can.' Your 'words' prompt a rumble from its voice in your head that goes straight to your cl*t. 

There's this throbbing sensation that is going along to beat of your heart. It's picking up the pace, growing in strength the longer you suck and taste the god's finger in your mouth.

You're clenching over nothing, begging for any form of relief. 

Abruptly Anubis moves his fingers, no longer yanking at the corner of your lips but plunging down the back of your throat. The action was so sudden that you gagged with eyes enlarging and watering. 

Your fingers almost grasp his thick thighs, almost touching that smooth skin that is nearly completely showing from the way the silks covering his bottom had ridden up. Instead, you grip the sheets beside your body and gurgle. 

"Can you breathe?" The Jackal deity questions, yet the tone is laced with mockery. When you shake your head, he hums and pushes his fingers deeper to where the knuckles of his other fingers dig into your teeth. "Do not respire until your god allows it." 

Your lacquered eyes shimmer in the light from the floating stars before trailing down your face. Make-up begins to smudge and darken around your lids just as the gloss on your lips smeared in such an obscene manner. 

It hurts, your throat begins to ache from the constriction and blockage, yet you refrain from pulling away. Your pride is too vast to give in first and beg for freedom, not even when your head is spinning, and you feel your grasp on reality slipping away. 

You're too arrogant, too conceited, and too f*ckin full of yourself to back down. It's been your greatest asset that you used and abused to get what you wanted. But it also brings some of the worst consequences that you say you don't deserve...

Anubis tilts his head and watches your collarbone jut against the skin, becoming prominent as your throat constricts from the gagging and choking. His golden eyes observe the flush of your skin, burning with heat that could rival even the god of the sun, Ra. 

Oh, he's becoming aroused from this with the way his c*ck beneath the silk bulges against the cloth and enlarges. It's almost unbelievable. When his shaft was unaroused, it was already ample and presumably could have even filled your palm. 

'F*ck you, Otto.' 

"Only if you are good enough."

What an infuriating piece of sh*t. The ultimate being finds too much pleasure in your suffering. If only there was a way to really get back at him...but you'll think about that another day. 

For now, you return your awareness to the tightening in your chest and vertigo in your head. Your fight-or-flight instincts want to kick in, practically begging you to yank his hand out of your mouth and crawl away. 

But at the same time, there is this euphoria. Warm yet somehow soothing, the lack of air begins to diminish all the little nonsense thoughts. There is no hunger, no exhaustion, or even lust. It's as though you've been pulled beneath heavy, dark waters. With weightlessness and fluidity, it's the most serene sensation you can feel. 

Nothing else matters. 

"Breathe." The sound of Anubis' voice is muffled yet upon feeling his hand being withdrawn from your mouth, you are yanked out of those blissful waters and brought back to reality. 

A cough sputters from your lips just as your eyes focus on the handsome face above yours. Your vision is blurry and muddled for a second before concentrating on his devilish grin. 

"Good girl." You are praised softly with his hand cradling your face, the burning flesh of your cheeks nestled within his coarse palm. "Good little Hemet." 

Yes, yes you are. The praise goes straight to your raging heart, kindling a heat that ignites all your nerves. "Have I earned it, my Lord?" Your fingers that clumped your bedsheets beneath from the hold now burrow your nails against your skin. "Is this unworthy one allowed the privilege to touch?" 

Anubis hums absentmindedly, tilting his head and clicking the jewelry around his neck together. 

"Please, My Nesu. Please grant me the privilege to touch you, to please you. I offer my entire being to you so that I may be able to gratify your ever desire." The words sound slurred in your ears, spoken off a gluttonous tongue. 

The Egyptian deity stares down at your dazed expression, tracing the curves of your nose, the shape of your jaw, and the twitching in your lips. After a minute of silence beside your panting, he responds however with no words. 

No, his large hands grasp the silks around his waist and remove them with fluid motion. Nothing shields his modesty; nothing protects your probing eyes from devouring the sight of his well-endowed length that drips with a pearly white liquid from the colored tip. 

Oh no, you're salivating from the sight. It's gorgeous, holy f*ck it's deliciously exquisite. No wonder he exudes egotism and pretentiousness, the god of the dead has a d*ck that would surely kill you. 

Its length was far longer than your forearm, rivaling something supernatural. The base where his crotch resides is hairless, with the beginning of his shaft straight and existing in a lighter, tanner color than his darker skin. There is even a gold band clasped around the base like a decorated bracelet that matches the ones around his wrist and waist. From there, the middle area thickens just the slightest to the side, but underneath it bulges out to a girth greater than your wrist. 

And then there is the almost pointed tip, with the glands nearly blushing a vibrant red, as though all the blood within is just flooding inside. There are a multitude of veins jutting against the skin, nearly twitching at the sight of your eyes taking it in. But there is one that rivals them all, just right on the underside starting from the base and traveling all the way to the tip with the thickness of your finger. Humans were made in the image of the gods, yet what hangs above your face is nothing close to humane; it feels bestial. 

It's a monster. 

"Be a good little Hemet and please your god," Anubis exclaims while grinning coyly, presenting his sharpened canines in pride. 

Yet before you can even reach up for the terror about to break your jaw, one of his hands grasps the middle of his c*ck to point it downwards, so the tip rests right up against your lips. 

Hot, heavy, musky, and f*cking terrifying, pre-c*m already begins to dribble onto the soft flesh of your lips and infiltrate within your mouth so you can taste the power of a god. 

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"I'm actually a fairly dominant person. I don't like to have no control or be told what to do." Chin-Sun raised an eyebrow, even tilting her head in surprise as she lifted her eyes from her notebook. "Really? I would have thought that a promiscuous woman like yourself revels in it during intercourse."  You waved a hand dismissively and leaned against the cushion in her office. "You wouldn't be wrong to assume, I can easily switch between dynamics depending on who I'm with, but truthfully I like to steer away from it." The therapist had not expected your response, still sitting there across from you with a perplexed expression. It prompted you to raise a brow. "Come on, what's so shocking about that?" "I know you can switch, but from everything I know so far, you'd be desperate to be a pleaser in a submissive role." Her words harden your expression while straightening your lips.  Refraining from speaking, you observe her more intently than before. It's difficult to tell her expressions or feelings unless she outright displays them...which only happens when she wants you to see it.  "Why would you say that? I don't need praise, I don't need recognition, I just need a good f*ck, and then I'm off on my way." There's a tightening in your throat as you meet her dark eyes. "What even gave you that idea?"   She merely shrugged her shoulder before setting aside her notebook. You watch her closely, following every movement until she leans back and crosses one leg over the other.  "Let's be honest (Y/n). After everything with your father-"  She wasn't able to finish as you launched out of your seat and grasped the coffee table, flipping it over to desecrate the ground with shattered glass and broken decorations. "Don't you even finish that sentence or I swear I'll f*cking rip your throat out."   Your threat did nothing to intimidate the short-haired woman, even though both of you knew there were no empty threats.  You do what you want.   Except when it comes to the therapist, she knows how to make you back down. "No wonder dear o' daddy abandoned you. Even after everything he did, even after ruining you, he just didn't want you anymore."

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I almost gave Anubis a monster c*ck, like an actual hound c*ck but I decided against it bc Promsicious readers aren't like TDMLM readers.

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𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

[astraldrake]

wip

quieter days and untapped potential

[braindamagedrizz]

Since I'm absolutely NOT normal about Osiris, I need some drawing ideas for him and my Hunter Ruxiz

[thesean]

why is everyone saying saint and osiris being happy for Once is a death flag. we just ended the war against the witness that has spanned for eons are we not allowed to revel in hope

[aghostsdestiny]

1st art of 2023!

Saint-14 brought riches & ancient scrolls, but Osiris only wanted one thing 💕

[gabbertrapmix]

Osiris, an older OC I finally got around to drawing!! (Believe it or not, when I first started drawing Pokemon I actually drew almost entirely Alola content until Unova got to me)

He's a bounty hunter who lives in the Ultra Space desert wastelands, and the cloak he wears protects him from overheating since his black fur absorbs light. He's currently tracking down Xeron, that Xurkitree I haven't drawn in like a year 💀 hopefully he will make a reappearance soon

[telestoapologist]

destiny 2 fans when a character they don’t like has flaws like every other character in the game

[cassiartblog]

Moon Knight Selim x fem!reader

summery: You are with the gods along with Mark to accuse Harrow and Selim takes a look at you, which Osiris doesn't go unnoticed. That's why he encourages Selim to go to you after the trial while Mark talks to Hathors' avatar.

 warnings: kinda fluff, first kiss between them, slow burn, age difference, smut, oral receiving (m and f), not proof read

words: 3216

The sun started to darken. Mark and you stared at the sky and wondered what Khonshus plan was. The plan was soon explained to you, albeit not in detail. So it didn't take long until a passage opened out of nowhere, led you into the interior of a huge pyramid. You and Mark now stood in the middle and didn't know what would happen next. Khonshu had just left so you stood a little helpless looking up at the 5 people who seemed to be gathering. A woman spoke up and asked you if Khonshu had explained how it works. Mark shouldn't fight back, she added. You looked uncertainly from her to Mark and around the room of the pyramid. You didn't even know why you were nervous since you knew Khonshu and Mark were doing the talking.

Your gaze continued to roam the room, hoping your nervousness would subside. You felt the avatars of the other gods looking at you, but they quickly shifted their gazes back to Mark, realizing that you would only be a silent observer. But two eyes stayed and looked at you. You sensed that and looked at him briefly. He seemed caught, but didn't look away. You tried to eye him inconspicuously. He was wearing a suit and had short, dark hair. His eyes reflected the light, almost as if they were glowing in the light. But the light in this chamber wasn't particularly good, which made you happy. Maybe then your bright red cheeks wouldn't be so noticeable. When everyone was finished gathering, he looked away from you and a gleam flickered briefly in all the avatars' eyes. 

It wasn't long before Mark's eyes turned white and he seemed to speak in a different voice. It was still his own, but you suspect the strange sound came from Khonshu, who now seemed to be speaking through Mark. You tend to stay in the background and listen to the gods. Mainly speaking the two men you recognize for Osiris and Horus. Like you, the female gods tended to stay in the background. Khonshu presented his request and reported it to Harrow. Harrow was also quickly summoned. The last time you saw him you almost got killed which is why you glared at him. Osiris saw this as he kept glancing at you. 

You didn't know if it was really Osiris or the influence of his avatar, but you felt his gaze on you again and again, albeit only briefly. Harrow stood before the gods, in the midst of Mark and you. You inevitably back away and join Mark's other side. This did not go unnoticed, but it was not commented. Harrow protested his innocence and recounted how poorly Khonshu's current avatar was doing. After that, the gods only seemed to care about Mark. You looked up at the gods in disbelief and shook your head almost imperceptibly. Hathos noticed this and gave both you and Mark a pitying look. The matter was quickly settled by the gods and Harrow departed again.

Even the gods withdrew. Their avatars stayed there, but they also made their way back. But not all, as you can see. Hathors' avatar approached Mark and wanted to talk to him privately. Now you were almost alone and you didn't know much what to do with yourself. You walked around the room looking at the different statues. One saw immediately that these represented Egyptian gods. You wonder which of them Khonshu was. Mark sometimes called him old bird, so you assumed he had the shape or at least the head of a bird.

"Come on, now go to her." Osiris said to Selim. However, he wasn't sure. You were beautiful and he could hardly take his eyes off you standing there alone looking at the statues. But you were also significantly younger than him and he didn't know if you would even be interested in a man like him. "You won't know unless you try," Osiris' words echoed in his head.

Osiris was right. Soon you would be out with Mark again and he would regret not having spoken to you. He straightened his shirt and tie. Stroke his short hair back with his hand and took another deep breath. Then he dared and walked towards you. You were still distracted by the statues and didn't even realize Selim. You also didn't notice how the man had now joined you and silently looked at the statue with you. He didn't know exactly what to say.

You heard a throat clearing next to you and startled. A little jump to the side and your eyes were instantly on the man. He was scared almost as much as you were. "Oh eh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said, raising his hands apologetically. You didn't say anything, just looked at him silently. He sighed. "You are not satisfied with the decision of the gods, are you?" “Harrow's a dangerous man, but no one here seems to care,” you said bitterly. Selim realized that maybe he shouldn't have started that subject.

"I'm Selim," he then said and gave you his hand. You looked at him skeptically, but then took his hand and said, "My name is Y/N." The next time you broke the silence, "How long have you been an avatar?" Selim seemed to be happy that you struck up a conversation. He thought for a moment before answering. “Several years. But the gods hold back a lot, so I don't have much to do with Osiris.” “Lucky you. Khonshu gets on Mark's nerves all the time.” Hearing your laughter sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

Selim wanted to be considerate and not rush you, but he noticed how he was getting closer and closer to you. His heart was beating fast and he hoped you wouldn't notice. He looked over at Mark and Hathor's avatar and saw that they were almost done. He had to hurry. "Y/N?" You looked at him questioningly. "This might be a bit hasty, but can we exchange numbers?" He could see the astonishment on your face. A smile formed and you were about to reply when Mark came and pulled you away. "Come on, we have to hurry." "Wait, Mark.", you said and wanted to gave Selim your number, but Mark didn't let himself be turned away. "Man, you dumbass." You call out when you're outside.

"We don't have time to care about dating stuff," Mark said firmly, pulling you further. What he didn't know was that Selim came through the doorway and heard you two. He was happy you would have giving him your number if you could, but he was starting to dislike Mark. Hathor's avatar came to a halt beside him. "We will definitely see them again, don't worry Selim." He nodded and hoped she was right. 

It actually didn't take long for you to see each other again. But the circumstances were not what you wished for. Mark was dead and you and Layla were chasing Harrow. He was about to break into the pyramid. The other avatars were already there, facing Harrow. But you saw what Harrow was capable of. You plucked up courage and before Harrow could seal their deaths, you jumped on top of him and you both fell to the ground. With all your strength you try to take his cane away from him. The source of his power. The avatars or their gods looked at you in shock. Although Selim had just given his body to Osiris, he still knew everything that was happening. He couldn't believe what he saw. Harrow fought you and managed to kill 3 of the avatars. And now both Osiris and Selim understood why you had thrown yourself at Harrow. Osiris admired your strong will, even when you were losing.

"Why are you standing in my way. You don't have a chance against me.” Harrow spoke as he grabbed you by the collar. At that moment, Selim took over his body and ran towards you. He snatched you from the fanatic's hands and dragged you behind him. Now the fourth avatar also fell. Selim and Osiris knew they couldn't stop Harrow and Osiris disappeared into the underworld. You wouldn't find out until much later that he did this to free Mark and Steven. Selim pulled you behind a wall and down a hallway. His only goal was to keep you safe.

You got injured during the fight and a laceration adorned your forehead. Everything hurt and you were happy when Selim finally came to a stop. He turned to you, took your face in his hands and worriedly looked at your wound. His brown eyes were so dark they were almost black. That's why they reflected the light so much. Your eyes got lost in his and when he noticed your gaze he looked you in the eyes too.

He couldn't avert his gaze and leaned forward almost imperceptibly. For the last two days all he could think about was you and what your reunion could be like. He felt the electricity between you and wet his lips. You did the same and you leaned a little closer too. He saw this as consent and closed the distance between you. His soft lips met yours and they moved gently against yours.

You placed a hand on his chest while one of his hands went from your cheek to your neck to deepen the kiss. The tingling in your stomach increased and you pressed yourself against Selim. He gasped softly and licked your bottom lip in response to your action. He asked to be let in, and you were happy to grant him that. The kiss deepened even more and he held you tightly against him. His hand that was on your cheek now traveled down to your back to pull you even closer to him. You tried to grab hold of his short hair and held him close to you by his shirt. Even if one of you both wanted to put some distance between you now, the other would have had to let go of him first, that's how tight you held on each other.

Selim breathlessly broke the kiss. He gasped a little before he asked: "When the fight is over, do we want to go out to dinner together?" You nodded and immediately pulled him into a kiss again, which he greedily returned. It wasn't long before you were pinned against the nearest wall and could feel the bulge in his pants against you. You were already a panting mess. His shirt was pulled out of his pants, the tie was hanging loosely around his neck and you didn't look much better either. You kissed and looked at each other with lustful eyes. Selim couldn't believe that the second encounter with you led to a making-out-session, but he couldn't complain.

"Maybe we should help the others in the fight." You whisper breathlessly, even if you would much rather be alone here with Selim. He nodded but didn't move. A moment later he said, "You're hurt and you need someone to take care of you. None of us are able to fight or stand against Harrow.” His eyes, even more darkened with lust, looked at you, waiting for an answer. You just nod, grab his tie and pull him into another kiss.

He pulled you away from the wall without breaking the kiss, picked you up and placed you on the base of a statue destroyed by Harrow's intrusion. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms behind his back. You grabbed hold of the back of his shirt and pulled him against you. His body pounded against you and he moaned as his covered erection pressed between your legs. He was breathing heavily with excitement and it was no different for you. The kiss broke and he looked at you pleadingly. You nod again in response and to your surprise he goes on his knees. He undid your belt without breaking eye contact. You helped him pull down your pants and now his gaze wandered between your legs. He gasped in excitement when he saw how wet you were to him.

"Tell me, all you could think about was me, couldn't you?" he breathed, kissing your inner thighs. When you said yes, he gently placed his lips on your folds and kissed them tenderly before running his tongue between them. He tasted you and another moan escaped him. Your smell and taste, so intense that it clouded his mind and he couldn't think of anything else. With a firm grip he held your legs on his shoulders and began to eat you out. His gasps grew louder as he wrapped his lips around your most sensitive spot and began to suck. This was the first time he heard your moan and he fell in love with the sound. One of your hands grabbed the back of his head and pulled him even closer while you braced yourself with the other.

You pressed him against your core so hard he couldn't breathe, but he didn't mind, he just kept licking and sucking. His cock twitched in his pants, begging for release. But Selim ignored it as best as he could. He wanted you to cum before he undressed himself. His grip on your left leg loosened and his hand slipped between your legs to guide two fingers into your entrance. Meanwhile, he continued to lick your clit, basking in the feeling and your moans. This increased more and more and you felt the tingling in your stomach getting more and more intense. You pushed yourself against him even more and started to move your hips. "I'm close," you choke out between moans and Selim's gaze wandered up to you as he continues to pleasure you.

There was so much admiration next to lust in his eyes. He wanted to see you when you came. He longed for you, wanted to adore you, feel you and make you his. You came with a stifled scream and threw your head back. The most beautiful creature I have ever seen, Selim thought. He brought you through your orgasm, tasted you and adored you. The orgasm subsided and you look down at him. There was so much adoration in his eyes. You bend down to him as he reaches out to you, caught in another kiss. You pulled him up to you and opened his shirt.

 Your hands slid over his now bare chest and you looked at Selim how much he enjoyed it. He was well built, if not as muscular as Mark. His chest was covered in brown chest hair as you'd expect from an Eastern European. His breathing quickened as your hands slid from his chest, over his stomach, to his waistband. Selim gasped as you unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. His erection jumped out at you, surrounded by a cropped wreath of pubic hair. Selim was well cared for.

You bend forward again and kiss his chest as you enclose his cock in one hand. His perfume hit you and clouded your senses. He smelled good and you enjoy that as you kiss now his flat stomach. His hand gently rested in your hair and he looked at you imploringly. "I need you," he whispered. You grin and lift his member up to kiss the tip. A long groan escaped the older man. The mischievous grin was tugging at your lips and you decided to test it out. Again you gently kiss the tip before you suddenly take it in your mouth and swallow it completely. He thrust against your throat, but you suppress the gag reflex. Selim, taken completely by surprise, cannot stop his moans as they echo loudly off the pyramid walls. The feeling of your mouth was so intense he could have come instantly.

He looked at you startled and at the same time begging, without being able to formulate a word. He's desperately trying to fight the urge to thrust into your mouth. You retreated, only to lunge forward again at the same speed, making his member disappear. Selim didn't know what was happening to him, he just knew that he wanted it to never end. But he knew that if you kept going like this, he wouldn't be able to last much longer. So he pulled back, pulling you back into an upright sitting position and getting between your legs.

A pleading look from him and a nod from you gave him the permission he needed. He positioned himself and slowly entered you. His eyes half closed, as did yours, as he felt your tightness and pushed further and further into you. He gave you a moment to get used to him before beginning gentle thrusts. It was the first time you'd made love, so he wanted to keep it soft and romantic, even when the circumstances weren't conducive. But hearing your moans and being inside you overcame him and soon he lost his temper. He grabbed your hips in a tight grip and thrust into you faster and more uncontrollably. You knew he wasn't far away and you too could already feel the approaching orgasm. You were a moaning mess as he thrust into you harder and harder. None of you cared anymore who noticed it. Selim looked at you with eyes veiled with lust, worshiped you and enjoyed the feeling of being inside you. He felt himself getting closer to being released, and his moans and gasps grew louder. His grip was so tight you were sure you'd be bruised tomorrow.

Selim's body tensed and he thrust into you even more uncontrollably than before. You were so damn close and your hips met his as you countered him with your hip movements. You wanted to feel him, feel him coming and mark you as his. You lean forward a little and moan: "Come for me Selim." That's all it took. Hearing those words out of your mouth, hearing how much you want him, got him over the edge. He groaned loudly and stretched out and shot his load into you. His moans faltered as the sensations of his orgasm overcame him and he continued to thrust into you. You came together and Selim felt you tighten around him.

He rode out both of your climaxes than standing over you, exhausted and supported. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his breathing was shallow. He didn't pull out of you as he looked at you with amorous eyes. "Mine." Was the only thing he managed to say. "Yours," you said softly as you pulled him into a tight hug. Exhausted, he laid his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. He inhaled your scent deeply and enjoyed the closeness. For a while you just lied arm in arm on the plinth before you both decided to check on the others. When you got dressed you felt his loving eyes on you and you couldn't help but return them. "Tomorrow night at 6 p.m.?" he asks as he buttons his shirt and straightens his tie. You're smiling. "Tomorrow evening at 6 p.m.," you confirm.

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Mask of Anubis

New Kingdom, 19th Dynasty, ca. 1292-1189 BC. Now in the Louvre. N 4096

This mask of Anubis was worn by the priest, who was responsible for the embalming, during the process of mummification. The ears of Anubis are always erect to show the thoughtful attitude of the jackal, as the protector god of the necropolis.

Masks of Anubis were often made of various materials, including wood, gold, or precious metals, and were used in funerary rituals and burials to invoke the protection and guidance of Anubis for the deceased.

In some versions of ancient Egyptian religious beliefs Anubis assisted in the mummification and rebirth of the god Osiris. This responsibility for mummification and eventual rebirth is the same role Anubis fulfills for the human dead.

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Jewels were arrayed on your head, the cold gold fitting the crown of your skull perfectly. Nephthys hummed in delight while placing a finger on her chin like she were in deep thought. 

Those burning marigold orange eyes of hers flickered across every inch of your body, from the curve of your legs to the dips in your waist and then to your face. It was like cameras, picking apart your appearance in the most violating way possible. 

Yet you still stand with your head held high. 

"I don't like that headpiece. I need another to bring out your eyes." The goddess expresses outwards, yet it feels as though she were more so conversing with herself. Nodding her head at her words, she stood up to her towering height of 7ft (213 cm) and ventured over the cabinets in her chambers. 

All those jewels and embellishments were weighing down on your limbs, slouching your back and neck. Your spine ache.

"Smile, little Nymph. You're the richest of them all dressed like that." Otto spoke within your mind, yawning lazily before resting its head on a plush pillow beneath its jackal body. 

The other five had been kicked out of the deity's room for causing a ruckus and fighting over who could have your attention. Otto obviously had marched its way in, taking its place quietly to where it was not a bother.

You sneered, scrunching your nose and instinctively kicking the creature off the cushion with your foot. Your anger clouded your judgment, and before thinking about the consequences, you acted out first.

The scene was humorous; its flabbergasted expression that froze like ice, and its body rolling stiffly like a scared goat.

Nothing could compare to the joy brought about by the sight of that wicked ultimate creature rolling onto the carpet. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep in a peal of laughter.

Otto swiftly rocked back onto its stomach to launch up to its feet and bark at you. Nephthys seemed too preoccupied with her own matters, shaking her head and throwing expensive jewelry on a table by the cabinet to notice. 

"Come on!" You threatened under your breath, bending down while raising your fist. "What are you gonna do!? Bite me!?"

It growled, the vibrations reverberating through your bones and provoking the hair on the back of your neck to stand upwards. "When the time comes of us unattended, you will learn your place." 

A shiver crawled up your spine, though not quick and fluid, but tantalizingly slow and eerie. You can already imagine it reverting back to its hooded form, utilizing its tendrils in the most painful way possible. 

Too bad it's not in the way that makes your mind dazed in delight. 

"Ah! This one!" The giant woman rose to her full height while outstretching a beautifully decorated headpiece of gold and turquoise. Golden needles sprouted from the band like a halo, and a red gem fitted at the top. 

Nephthys Smiled down at your face, her marigold irises scanning across the details before stepping back to create distance. "Yes, this will do when he visits you tonight in your chambers to consummate." She states while nodding.

You are sure she had witnessed your eyes enlarge. Visit you in your chambers? There's a clear implication here, and you are a bit confused about their culture. 

"A-Ah, Nephthys-" 

The goddess interjected by placing two delicate fingers along the bottom of your chin. Her touch is warm like the lick of a flame, ghostly and almost scary how warm it emanated on your skin. "Ibib, please. Call me, Mother."

For some reason, that word had not been translated into your head. You all are speaking Egyptian, or at least an older form of Coptic before the Arabians took over Egypt in the seventh century, but that one word remained in their native tongue. 

Something you couldn't understand, and it had to mean something. You wonder what it meant. 

Respiring deeply, you nodded before continuing your former question. "You say he will visit me in my chambers tonight, but we are not even married yet. Wouldn't it be sinful...?" How ironic that you were asking something so prude.  

However, you cannot be the same little snake you usually are; you're here just to play a part. The creature brought you here to entertain, and entertain is what you must do. 

But who said you couldn't have a little fun on the side?

That beautiful goddess in front of you stared blankly for a moment before releasing a bout of laughter. "Perhaps you were from a different provenance. But here, marriage starts the moment the wife walks through the door. There is no ceremony, no rite. It is a little different in this instance, but your marriage has already been decided the moment he weighed your heart."

How...simple. 

"How boring," Otto uttered within your mind as its jackal figure released a yawn and resumed its spot on the cushion from earlier. "I would have enjoyed some form of dramatic recreation or scandal at a wedding ceremony. Does that resurrect a memory?" 

If this giant goddess were not staring you in the eye, you would have kicked that damn creature off again until he rolled out of the room. 

Nodding your head, Nephthys fingers on your chin migrated down your throat. She grazed over the thick veins in your neck before stalling at your collarbone. "You are to be the wife of Anubis. I had already decided the moment I-" Her speech ceases into a breathy exhale with her fingers now descending to your chest until she reaches where your beating organ rested beneath. "This...Your heart was something that I..." 

The goddess of death, darkness, and many other relations appeared lost in her thought. Her eyes did not meet yours, staring at your chest as she murmured words that you could not make sense to herself. 

From the moment you gained awareness after Anubis weighed your heart, Nephthys has acted in a questionable manner. You feel like like a doll that she's attempting to narrate. 

"Do you think she could see your rotten core?" Otto questioned, and if you could see him, you're sure his canine snout was grinning. "Someone who sleeps with her sister's husband out of spite and jealousy surely would have a similar heart, yes?" 

A well-known story, one that many are aware of. You even know a little about it yourself, feeling somewhat...sympathetic to her. 

If your husband had embodied the necessary and creative element of violence and disorder within the ordered world, you'd want something far more deserving. She's a powerful goddess, an important one at that...you do not blame her for her actions.

Cautiously grabbing her hand and enclasping yours over her large fingers, you smile almost sheepishly as you tilt your head to the side. The weight of the headpiece had not proved any discomfort until now. 

"I must thank you then, Mother. You have given me the chance to serve your son to the best of my abilities and blessed me with a loving mother who will take care of me." 

Otto's jackal body abruptly snorted "To service his c*ck is what you imply."

You can feel the blood inside of your body begin to boil as you force your right eye not to twitch. 'Why don't you go back to your watch and not comment as if you're watching a Tv drama, you little sh*t?" 

"No, I don't think I will." 

He is so annoying! 

Tightening her grip on your hand, The caramel-skinned goddess returned your smile and nodded. "He is very similar to my husband, but I believe that you are a force to be reckoned with. Now-" She released her grasp and kneeled down to fix the new clothes she had entrusted you with wearing. "You are all dressed and prepared. I shall walk you back to your chambers, and you will not have to wait for too long, Ibib." 

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"Every since I was young, I liked that taste. That taste of superiority. It's addicting, sweet, and bitter at the same time." Your gaze danced across the therapist's ceiling as you lay on your back. "I cannot think of a moment when it first started; I just know that it was a constant need."  The woman hummed, stare focused on her notebook as she scribbled along.  "It didn't matter what it was; I just had to be better. I had to outdo everyone. I had to have control and authority over everything. I am my parent's daughter, after all."  Chin-Sun peered up with her small monolid eyes, her gaze like a ray of the sun heating against your skin. "Childhood superiority complex is often a ruse and totally false. A superiority complex is actually rooted in profound insecurities. Someone with that complex is only hiding his or her insecurities with a brash and self-secure facade." Heavily respiring and turning onto your right side, you face the young woman while holding your head up against your palm. "Insecurity? That's interesting~." You wave down across your body. "Do I look insecure to you? As a child who had everything at her fingertips, do you think I was insecure before?"  Locked in a stalemate, you and the therapist's eyes remained latched to one another. Your question is easy to answer; it should be. "What did you do? How did you do it?"  "Do what?"  "Act like you're better than everyone when really, you were most likely crying in your room silently."  Groaning aloud, you sat up swiftly while crossing your dominant leg over the other. Your right eye is twitching, and the inside of your throat is tightening. "How much longer will you attempt to make me seem like some victim? I'm a narcissistic person; I'm entitled and egocentric. Nobody did anything to me, in fact-!"   You stand upwards onto your heels to strut towards the therapist. Your height grows as you near, yet the young woman doesn't crack as you grasp the top of her chair and lean down. "Why don't you start interrogating all the people I've f*cked over, hmm?" The scent of your perfume envelopes the both of you as your nose just about touches. "I'm not a weak little girl, Chin-Sun. It just feels better to be the villain."

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"Ah, finally!" You collapsed on your bed, the small of your back aching from stretching it on a flat surface. "Those passageways are way too long." The soles of your feet sting slightly due to being on them for so long before you could eventually rest. 

However, the night is still not over. Your facade may not crack, and you must please this god of death. Not much is known of him, and you are not aware of the type of man he is. 

It's dangerous to come in acting the same way you did with Apollo. He might associate you as a harlot, though, from what little you remember, one's degree of sexual experience - or lack of any - was not thought a matter of consequence with the ancient Egyptians.

Everything depends on the type of man Anubis is and what weakness he holds for his d*ck. 

"Thinking of him when you don't remember my forewarning?" Otto's voice prompts your eyes to flicker toward the side of the bed. It no longer strides in its jackal form, reverberating back into that massive hooded figure. "Little Nymph, do you take me as merciful?" 

All hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, and a sudden wave of dread rolled through your belly like crashing waves. The tips of your fingers are tingling with trepidation as though the blood flow is intercepted. 

But then you think to yourself, what can he do when Anubis is minutes away from arriving? 

Grinning presumptuously, you roll onto your right side to face the creature while holding up your weight with one arm. "Awe, are you still mad about earlier~? Surely an ultimate being like yourself wouldn't be so trivial over such meager matters?" Your voice is so arrogant, laced deeply with pretentiousness. 

Otto's head tilts slightly to the right, and the bony left hand holding up its spiked staff vanished the rod in an instant. 

You raised a brow in curiosity; however, your expression fell into an alarmed countenance when your body was dragged across the bed and pinned down beneath its towering figure. Nippy tendrils had wrapped around your wrist and ankles, holding such a firm grasp that you couldn't even fight it. 

Struggling only provoked it to tighten, feeling as though it were close to pulverizing your bones. 

"When pets act up and start to defy-" The tendrils abruptly yanked your body into the air to maneuver you into a new position. With the left side of your face smashed into the bed, arms pinned behind your back, and a** in the air. "-they need to be put in their place." 

Like a little wh*re, your cl*t tingles for a second as you clench over nothing. You're scared and fearful, but f*ck...you want to get railed so bad. 

"Oh, please~!" You have to suppress a giggle, yet you cannot subdue the shaking of your hips from side to side. "I'm nothing more than a desperate little human." 

"I know." It's either because you've become so horny in an instant or the reverberations of his voice rattled through your bones, but he sounded so s*xy. 

Another thick tendril grazed over your back, following your spine before enwrapping around your throat and tugging your head backward. You can feel the pressure against your larynx and compressing along your trachea. 

A wave of delight floods your head like a cup of paint being spilled over to coat every inch of your brain. You think of nothing else; you cannot focus on anything other than the throbbing between your legs. 

It drowns you in a hunger so vile and degrading. 

"Just a little mortal, yet you see yourself as one that can challenge god..." His thin bony hands caress just beneath a** where it creases over. You're salivating, saliva pooling in your mouth as the anticipation begins driving you feral. 

"Do you think I challenge you, my dear Otto~?" You cannot see him, and even though you haven't been permitted to see beneath his hood, you still desire to witness the glow of his palliative eyes. 

The hands caressing your skin retract from their position for a second before one of his cold open palms descends harshly on your right bottom cheek. "You most undoubtedly love to defy."

A gasp is stuck in your throat due to its suddenness but also the painful pang that sent tingles down to your cl*t. 

Heat envelopes you like a bubble, sweat already trickling down your back as most of the warmth emanates from your a**cheek.  

Its open palm came down on the other side, slapping the (fatty/muscular) bottom to bestow an equally burning hit. "Ack~!" This time, a moan of pain and surprise expelled out from your lungs, choked by the thick grey tentacle wrapped around your throat like a necklace. 

"Bad girls get disciplined and punished, do they not?" 

You're shaking, your belly warm with eros and c*nt slick with desire. Unsatiable eros replaces blood to the point that if you were to bleed, an aphrodisiac gas would most likely leak from the wound. 

"...Punish me..." Barely able to utter the words, you tug at the restraints holding your arms together behind your back. You burrow your chest into the soft silks beneath as the arch in your spine grows. "Another. I need it...I deserve it." 

It hummed, and the vibrations that always rattle your bones had now stimulated the bundle of nerves barely covered by the cloth over your bottom. "Spoiled girl. Not everyone will give you want." The creature's hand comes down once more, the force and strength of its slap twice as strong as before. "Most certainly not I." 

Stinging resonated across your skin, a burning sensation as though boiling lava were poured on your body. It hurt; it hurt like a pain you've never felt before. 

But why did it feel just as good?

Thick opaque tears clouded your conjunctiva, threatening to spill over your bottom lids. A wetness pooled in the loincloth used as underwear, and you're damn sure Otto could smell it. 

You hope its lungs are devouring it greedily; you hope it's intoxicating the creature like a drug. 

"My favorite little Nymph..." It rumbles within your mind, provoking you to bite your bottom lip and grin. "Learn your place, mortal." Instead of slapping your a**, his hands drag under your skirt to grip the clothes and tear them off you with ease. 

The ripping noise echoed within your chambers, leaving your entire bottom half bare save for a few torn fabrics stuck in the golden belly chain around your tummy. 

Cool air spurs your body to jolt and c*nt clench of nothing inside. You want him...you want him so bad it hurts. That desperate ache due to being so empty for months is having that toll on you, and you absolutely will do anything for this monster to take advantage of your body. 

"Does it not embarrass you to be so desperate?" The giant creature allowed a large hand to reach down to your bare bottom, caressing the thickness before digging the pads of its calloused fingertips into your warm flesh. "That you would let any man - thing - defile you in such a filthy indecent manner?"

Speaking to you that way, you're becoming more aroused than ever. That undivided attention, the cool touch of its coarse fingertips, was stimulating all the nerves beneath your skin. 

"What is there to be embarrassed about?" You wheeze as the tendril around your throat tightens, and so do the ones around your wrist and ankles. "I want you..." 

Otto was silent, almost scarily stagnant, with no movement. What did you do?

Though, it doesn't take long for you to feel its burning gaze raking over your backside. No one compares to its gaze, not the way it feels as literal hands stroking across your skin. 

Your lips parted to speak, yet only a muffled groan escaped when his hands grasped both of your bottoms, spreading apart your cheeks so your c*nt lips could flare open.

Otto can see everything. The creature is viewing you at your most vulnerable, yet it only drives your need for the monster.

Liquids of arousal drip from your c*nt, cascading down your warm thighs and sticking to your skin. 

Otto observed it, continuously smashing your a** together before pulling it apart to see the desperation of your wet hole clenching. 

"A wretched, pitiful thing like you doesn't deserve me." His hands slowly retreat from your body. "You deserve nothing but torture and satisfaction." 

A shiver ran up your bare spine, and dispositions of potential outcomes danced through your head. He says one thing but does another.

You didn't want to think about it, only rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to create friction and subdue that returning heartbeat in your cl*t. 

Abruptly one of Otto's hands came down upon one of your bottom cheeks once again, his open hand producing full contact on your already sensitive skin. 

"Ah~!" You wailed out audibly, the burning of the corner of your eyes growing with the tears breaking past the barrier and cascading down your face. 

Your a** jiggled, your thighs rippling from the force as you push your bottom up unconsciously. Throbbing, stinging pain flushed through your nerves and spread down your bound legs.

"So let us see how long you can take it." Otto expresses, almost tenderly rubbing your burning a** before removing it so it was raised in the air.

You cry and fight against the restraints when his hand makes contact with your p*ssy, slapping the sensitive area with overwhelming force. 

Again and again, It strikes downwards to batter pain and pleasure that surge through your bloodstream.

It doesn't stop, not even when you start uncontrollably sobbing. Nor when you're tugging and attempting to tear yourself free from its hold.

Your a** and c*nt is on fire, seething with heat that could boil water; you're sure of it. Sweat is collecting on the back of your knees, trickling down the side of your face. 

Arousal continues to seep from your p*ssy, pathetically showcasing to this ultimate being that you are nothing but a degenerate. 

He could do whatever he wanted to you, and you would just let him. It's how you have always been.

Otto's hand sprung backward to strike down on your body one more time, but a knock at the door stalled his movements.

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"Ok, we're going to take a deep breath and clear our mind-" "You just sent the cops to pick me up and throw me into your office, and now you want me to 'clear my mind'?" You interject while crossing your arms beneath your chest.  Chin-Sun respires a heavy breath before opening her small eyes to look at you. Her shoulder-length dark hair sways in the wind as you both sit outside on her balcony. The sun is already beginning to set, painting the skies a beautiful mandarin orange with a deep ocean blue soaking downwards.   "Well, you've skipped out on the last four sessions and refused to answer any of my calls, so I've had to result to drastic matters." The therapist states, sitting while embowing her back and twisting to release a few audible 'pops!' "I'm lenient and patient to a degree, but you always seem to push me past my tolerance level."   You don't know whether to scowl or laugh, so you just sigh and lean back in the cushioned seat. No matter how hard you attempt to hide from this woman or insult her to the point where she refuses to see you anymore, it just isn't enough.   She just won't let you go.   "What more can we do, Chin-Sun? You ask me about my childhood; I tell you it's just fine, like any other kid. You drill me about my personality; it's already clear I care for no one but myself. We get it; I'm a horrible person. So what more?" Her dark optics hid behind her lids for a moment before she stood upwards. Her heels click against the marble as she lowers onto the seat by your side. You roll your eyes but move over slightly so her thighs do not touch yours.  "I will not deny that many of your actions are cruel and malicious; no one but you decides to do them. However-" You raise a brow and turn to face the young woman. "-there is a lot more that you're not telling me. You cannot put me in the middle of a show and expect me to understand everything. We need to start from the beginning."   You're feeling overwhelmed and exhausted by her constant attempts to pry your brain open; it's not making sense in your head. Why does she care so much?  "I'm not some f*cking entertainment to fill your boring lonely days, you hag. I don't need to tell you sh*t." You scoff and stand to your feet. Enough was enough, and the constant probing questions were enough.   Though, before you could exit her balcony, Chin-Sun's hand flings to grasp your wrist. Her grip is stronger than you expected, strong enough to keep you in place.   "My, my, you really love to burst forth with insults when you're cornered, don't you?" She smiles, yet it feels wicked. "Running won't save you; it never has. Haven't you learned that enough as a child?"  Your eyes enlarge, and you feel them practically bug out of their socket.  "What are you-"  "Let's not play anymore, (Y/n). I'm getting bored."

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ECSTASY — A. ARETAS ✩ (1)

ೃ⁀➷ SUMMARY; in which , armando can’t keep his eyes off of his favorite dancer. So he takes matters into his own hands. | FEAT. Armando Aretas x BLACK!fem!reader | TROPE situationship ish? | FORMAT series | WARNINGS strip club, cursing, use of the n word | NOTES AYE WE IN THE STRIP CLUB YAWLLL 😜 thank you to the sweet soul who requested this!! literally had the time of my life writing this

🎧 for an enhanced experience , listen to the playlist selected below ;

` The Motto — Drake

` Truffle Butter —Nicki Minaj

` My n***a — YG

` What We Doin’ — City Girls

` Run Away — Chris Brown

` Pressurelicious — Megan Thee Stallion

` Throw Sum Mo — Rae Sremmurd

` FTCU — Latto

` Thooties — Dee Bills & Jenn Carter

` Ride — YK Osiris

` Cut ‘Em Off — Femme It Forward & Kiana Ledé

` No Frauds — Nicki Minaj

` Point Me 2 — FendiDa Rappa & Cardi B

` FTCU — Nicki Minaj

11:30 PM

“It’s packed tonight y’all. Make sure to keep it cute,” You announced, walking into the back room where everyone was getting ready. Your friends laughed at your statement as they continued their last minute touches, “Listen to her please. Last time it was packed Mercedes tripped and knocked over like 6 bottles of Casamigos.” Jade side eyed Mercedes from where she was standing. Earning a chuckle from you, who was now sitting at your station, finishing up last minute makeup, and making sure you had on the right heels. The loud music blaring through the club vibrated the walls, creating a muffled sound inside of the room.

Finally satisfied with how you looked, you walked over to the table with the other girls, while Jade came in with a round of shots, “It’s showtime bitches!” She smiled brightly as everyone took a shot from the tray. You threw your head back and drank the shot fast, feeling the alcohol hitting the back of your throat. Shaking off the feeling, you took one last glance in the mirror and began to walk out of the room with the rest of the girls.

The lights were a mix of purple and punk hues, music blaring through the speakers as you walked over to the stage and signaled to the dj that you were ready for your set.

“Aight now, we got one of our most fabulous girls ready to get on stage,” the dj announced whilst still controlling the music. “Show ‘em what you got Star!” He shouted, hyping you up as you entered the stage. You decided to dance to Run Away by Chris Brown, swaying your hips effortlessly as you walked towards the pole. That’s where you noticed the fine ass man you’d never seen in the club before. It looked like he was paying close attention to your movements as you mounted the pole gracefully, doing a couple turns, and making sure to keep your movements loose and fluid. Your neon pink bralet and matching thong glowed in the led lights, highlighting your body’s movements on the pole. You swirled down the pole in a hypnotizing motion and slapped your ass once you got to the bottom, looking out at the crowd. The man was still there, biting his lips as he eyed you up and down. You were used to men looking at you that way, but something about the way he stared made you feel like he was staring into your soul. Men were throwing 20’s and 50’s at you, so you made an effort to bend down and pick up the money in a seductive manner. A sweet lesbian couple also gave you a couple 100’s, which always made your day, because they were regulars. When you turned your attention back to the crowd, the man was gone. So you shrugged it off and continued to dance.

Finishing your set, you swayed your hips and walked off of stage so that the next dancer could do her set. Before you could make it to the back, your shift manager told you that a guy paid for a private 30-minute session with you, and to do what you do best, make him come back. You told her that you would head over there after counting the tips you made on stage and putting it away. To which she nodded, and told you to hurry and don’t keep him waiting.

You thought that it was just a random man, maybe a regular that bought private sessions with you before. Walking into the room, you could obviously tell that you were wrong. It was that fine ass man that was sitting in the crowd earlier. He sipped his drink as you walked into the room, closing the door behind you. He was manspreading on the couch, the tent in his pants telling you all you needed to know. You made him hard while you were on stage earlier, which is why he wanted a private session. Men were too easy to figure out. “Ven aquí, sexy.” He spoke up, wanting you to come over to him. So you did as he said, swaying your hips as you walked to him, knowing exactly what he wanted. When you reached him, you straddled him on the couch, beginning to give him a lap dance. Rocking your hips against his, he groaned out, clearly enjoying himself, throwing his head back in pleasure before speaking up. He gently held your hips, causing you to stop your motions. Looking up at you with those sexy ass eyes of his. “Let me see that pretty ass, mama.” He spoke in a calm, but weirdly menacing tone that made you feel flustered on the inside. You stood up and twerked in front of him, moving your ass in all the right ways, as you bent down and continued your motions. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful mama, why haven’t I come here sooner.” He scoffed, his comment making you laugh a bit. You turned around and bent down to his knees, looking up at him in his eyes. Rubbing on his thighs as you continued to move your body sensually. “I don’t know, but I’d love to see your face in the crowd more often.” You playfully flirted with him, as he smirked at your comment. “C’mere pretty girl,” he spoke in that same tone. Taking a hold of your hips and gently turning you around, pulling you back against him, where he wanted you to be. You can’t lie, it was hot as fuck. So you complied and passionately moved your ass against his lap once again, earning yet another satisfied groan from his lips. You were enjoying yourself, before your security knocked and opened the door, telling you that your 30 minutes were over. A part of you was disappointed, but you were on the clock and had no time to play games. So you got up and made sure to look back at him, whispering “Sorry handsome,” before leaving the room.

2:23 AM

By the end of the night, you and the other girls were in the back, counting money, when you saw a paper tucked into your thong band. Taking it out, you opened it to find a note from the man you had a private session with. It read; “Let me return the favor.” along with his name and number at the bottom. You smiled and chuckled to yourself before tucking the note away in your belongings, he must’ve slipped the note there when he grabbed your hips. “Y’all know that fine ass nigga that was sitting in section 5?” You questioned your friends who were still busy counting cash. “You talkin’ bout the one with the fresh haircut and that sexy ass goatee?” Mercedes questioned you. Everyone laughing at her comment. “Yeah, him.” You continued to count the rest of your money, “What about him?” Coco chimed in, wanting to know the tea. “His name is Armando.” You spoke out, your simple reply confusing everyone in the room. “And how the fuck do you know that?” Mercedes protested, confused as to how you managed to get the dude’s name. “The slick bitch got a private session with him, that’s how.” Jade aired out all your business, the room erupting in shock. You smiled to yourself, continuing to count your cash from the rest of the night. “What the fuck?,” Mercedes walked over to your station, eyeing you down, waiting for you to tell her what happened. But when she saw you still focused on counting your money, she spoke up again. “Well what the hell happened?”

“Just a lap dance, that’s all.” You lied straight through your teeth, not bothering to tell the girls that he was hard as a rock while you danced on him.

“You gave that fine mothafucka’ a lap dance?” Mercedes’s questioned, looking back at the other girls, making sure they heard the same damn thing she just heard.

“You lucky bitch”, “I been plotting on that nigga all night,” Coco added. Everyone turning to glare at her. “What?” She said in a shocked tone, placing her hand on her chest as if she felt offended.

“We all know you wanted that nigga, you a hoe,” Jade damn near spit out her drink as Mercedes rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to you after making her comment.

“She got a point though, last time you had a private session, the security said you was tryna’ do more than dance.” You spoke up, counting the last of your cash and putting it away.

“Girl fuck the security guard, he won’t talkin’ bout nothing.” Coco expressed, rolling her eyes at the both of you.

“Aight, I’m finna go, I don’t got time to play with y’all.” You spoke, grabbing your jacket and bag, getting ready to leave for the night. Before you walked out the door, Mercedes added, “Let us know if he come back.”

“I will.” You laughed, walking out the door saying bye to everyone.

As you walked out, you could still hear Mercedes’s loud voice, “Can’t believe she got to give that nigga a lap dance.” Laughing to yourself as you walked out of the front door.

What a fucking night.

GLOSSARY !

Ven aquí — Come here.

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Hello, I would like a request for Ror from Hades x Female Anubis from Hades meeting the parents of Anubis and Seth, his father threatening the god for setting his eyes on his “baby” please

Hades Meets His Anubis! S/O's Parents

Type of Writing: Request Name: Hades Meets His Anubis! S/O's Parents Character: Hades Requester: @anubis-ror

A/N: Apologies for this taking so long to get out, I'm currently undergoing a lot of stuff at once with my classes and whatnot. But, I do hope you guys enjoy this! By the way, the Reader here is Anubis' twin sibling

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💀 You always were committed to your family, from watching over your siblings, Horus and Anubis, to trying to help out your uncles, Set and Khepri, you were always there to help them out

💀 It was because of your willingness to help that lead you to offer your assistance to Anubis, your twin brother, in leading the many dying humans to the underworld and getting them fully settled

💀 It was because of this that you had met your future husband, Hades, the Greek God of the Underworld and the King of Helheim

💀 When you had taken both your brother's and your shifts one day, due to him getting slightly ill from no doubt doing something stupid, you had learned from your helper, and niece, Kebechet, that you had a meeting with the King

💀 During your meeting, Hades thought to himself about how similar you appeared to his ally-in-work, and he learned from your introduction that you were the Deity of the Soul, meaning you would watch over and mold someone's soul correctly before they came to life, and you would take them down alongside your brother

💀 Hades may not inherently like how your brother acts, but whenever you look at him with big puppy-dog eyes, his heart melts

💀 You mainly became close due to your jobs working together and gossiping about your families (the Greek and Egyptian Pantheons), you now know a lot more about Poseidon and Zeus

💀 You and Hades eventually began to court one another a few centuries after your first meet, which in a God's life is like knowing somebody for around a few months, depending on the amount

💀 Due to how close you had gotten, you wanted Hades to meet your parents, Osiris and Nephthys. And he always reacted the same; maybe after you meet mine first

💀 Respecting his wishes, you had met Hades' family on a number of occasions, your most memorable being when Zeus tried hitting on you, but before his sons could pull him back to reality, Hades grabbed his ear and scolded him like a mother would. Though he did also glare at him with nothing in his eyes... maybe that was why he almost pissed his toga...

💀 And over time, your requests began to get more frequent. So, respecting your wishes as well, Hades agreed to meet your family, much to you and your brother's delight

💀 You hopped that this would go perfectly, but hope doesn't always work out...

" You're kidding me. " " Osiris! Be nice. I apologize for my husband's harsh words, Hades. I'm Nephthys, Y/N, Horus, and Anubis' mother, it's so nice to have you here. Oh, by the way, Y/N, the rest of the main family is coming by soon. " " Including Uncle Set and Uncle Khepri? " " Yes. Now come, I must show you how he redesigned your room. "

💀 Hades watched as you walked away with your mother, smiling gently as you groaned and you slide your upper-jackal head mask down to cover your burning cheeks as your mother ranted

" So, what are you planning to do with my youngest, huh? "

💀 Your husband's eyes widened as your father pointed his Shepard's crook at his neck. His green skin clashing with the gold and wooden item

" Apologies, but I do now quite understand what you mean by 'doing with them'. " " Are you gonna hurt them like Zeus hurts Hera? After all, you do have the same genetics. "

💀 Hades had to resist grabbing Osiris' crook and snapping it into splinters with his hands. Instead, he took a deep breath and lightly nudged the item away from his neck and began looking at you across the room with hearts in his eyes as he spilled said organ's love and devotion out to his Father-in-Law

" Osiris, your youngest is by-far the most spectacular person I have ever met in my many centuries of living. In both physical appearance and how their personality and beyond is, they just... they just feel so right to have by my side, you know? I cannot stand the mere thought of laying harm to her, mental of physical. It makes my stomach plummet to the depths of my immortal soul. Seeing them happy and smiling on the other hand? That is one thing I would never change nor rid myself of for the world. "

💀 Looking up and down at Hades and contemplating his words, Osiris sighed deeply and held his crook lighter than before as a smile slightly covered his face before it turned into a teasing yet dangerous scowl

" I shall allow you and my child to prosper in your love for one another longer. But, know this, you hurt them, I will dispose of you like how we do here in Egypt. Understood? " " Completely, Father. " " Don't call me that. "