How about a non con Drabble of Shiva with a female reader ?👀
HI. I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. I HOPE TOU WNJIY IT. RLLY SORRY ABIUT THE DELAY. might be a little longer than a drabble-
I enjoyed writing this even though it didn't turn out exactly how I envisioned it. words r tricky but much love 💗.
i defiantly didn't proofread this so😜 so sorry for any errors
TW/Tags: noncon, naughtiness 👀
In any other circumstance, the low lighting, mountains of soft luxurious blankets, and pillows piled underneath you, and the fragrant smell of lavender incense and candles might be considered romantic.
Instead the fragrant aroma in the air burned your nostrils. The soft blankets felt like sandpaper against your skin, all because of him. The one that towers above you, with a sick grin.
Shiva, the God of Destruction, is what he told you he was. You would have never believed him if it wasn't for his unusual appearance. He morphed from a human looking appearance to purple skin, three eyes, and four arms. One pair on your waist, gripping your it tightly. The other combs through your hair and caresses your face.
His hands were gentle, but his pace was brutal. He cock ripped through your body with each hard thrust. His strength too much for a weak human. He was too caught up in the tightness of your walls and slick that dripped onto the blankets and coating his cock.
You were so cute, so adorable. He watched you from above for so long. It started from boredom, simply wanting to check in on humans for a brief second and he saw you. Sitting in a cafe. It was nothing special, no. But you were. He couldn't get enough of you, so the moment he had you alone, he took you for himself. You kicked and screamed, clawing at him but you were no match for him.
He leaned down, his lips hovering over yours. You turn your head to the side, but he doesn't like that. One hand grips your jaw and keeps your head in place. A few streams of tears fall down your cheeks. He sticks his tongue out in between his lips and laps your tears.
You attempt to push him away, but his strength is immense. He doesn't have to try hard. He presses his hands against your forearms pushing his weight on top of you. Pain mixes with pleasure; you cringe at the feeling of his nails dig into your skin while you throw your head back. His length pushing in hard and fast. Blood trickles slowly down your chin from your bottom lip anything to keep him from knowing how good he was making you A strangled moan leaves your lips as he bottoms out, pushing in all the way slowly.
"There is no need to do that. To hurt yourself," he pauses and lets go of you. You open your eyes, finally taking him in. In any other He looks unusually soft right now, the entire time he had you, his face was twisted with his pleasure.
He pushes his hair out of his place and gets a better look at you. He cleans your lip and chin with his thumb. You look at him with surprise, only lasting a couple of seconds. He picks up his brutal pace.
It felt like you were going to cry, the pleasure was too much. He was thick and filled you up completely. Fucking you at a relentless pace, not letting giving your body a break.
You felt your tummy tighten. A sign you were getting close. He grunts loudly in ear. Shiva wraps his arms underneath you holding you against him. He kisses you head frantically all over the place while his hips snap against yours.
Your hands claw against his back. Everything about it made you so hot, almost unbearably warm. You gasp, and wrap ur legs around him bringing him deeper than he was before as you feel yourself go over the edge cumming around him tightly, sending him over the edge too.
He pants. He frees his arms from your body and pulls out slowly. Awestruck by his slick coated cock. You look away. Embarrassed by how much you seemed to have enjiyed it.
Exhaustion consumes you. a brief panic rose up inside you. what would happen next? god? of destruction? this couldn't be further from reality. right? when you wake up it will all be a horrible, frightening dream one that will only reside in the hidden part of your conscious. that little idiotic glimmer of hope kept you from balling your eyes out. that and the exhaustion that wracks your body. enough to drift off to sleep not at all minding the figure of the man in front of you cooing you to sleep.
thank u lovelies and i'm rlly sorry for the wait