Can’t stop thinking abt Sub!Pup!Alpha! Sevikaaa
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ six-foot-something chunk of intimidating muscle. The epitome of dominance Sevika made her rounds of rumors when she officially moved to Piltover. She was an amazing new edition to the council. Calling out bullshit when she saw it, adding ideas that would’ve never been conjured, and making the world for the better. She was everything anyone would want.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ her scent is GODLY erotic. It naturally is very musky. Almost an alcoholic aftertaste alongside. But mixed with her routine smoking (high quality cigars after settling just a bit into privilege..lmao) it was intoxicating. The more threatened she was, whether violently or sexually, the better it’s picked up.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ RBF to the max. She’s kinda irritated by anybody in Piltover to be honest.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Despite her terrifying demeanor and looks, Sevika is just terrible at talking up pretty girls. It was the one thing she was severely insecure about. If they attempted to flirt? She’d refuse to talk. Her eyebrows threaded annoyance.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ But her eyes were her second pair of mouths. Her birth given gaze either signaled pent up violence or clearly stripping your clothes. Either way, it scared off a lot of girls who tried their best near her. And it made Sevika devastated.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ she attempts to visit brothels to find someone. Anyone to attempt to court really, before she quickly exits with a flustered face.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ It’s at a flower adorned park that she smells a contrasted strong vanilla, lactonic leaning scent in her direction. Her bulge immediately quivered just at how delicious you smelled.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ There you were, the cutest omega feeding a squirrel some peanuts before it scurried at the sight of Sevika. She replayed the image a lot in her head. You were a beautiful little Bambi. So sweet. So clueless.
Your voice didn’t help her case. You were sunshine in a bottle.
Sevika breath caught in her throat. But cut her some slack.
Your brows became upturned as your Jane’s clicked over to her. “Hey! It’s okay. I’m in no rush. Take your time.”
Sevika huffed. “D-did you need a patch?”
Stupid fucking question is what she immediately thought to herself.
“Huh? W..what’s that?” You tilted your head, letting your hair flow to the same direction. And exposing your neck.
Her eyes couldn’t escape and didn’t know where to look. Oh god, she needed you so bad.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ for the next few months, she did everything in her power to impress you without words. Her mechanical hand always handed you something. Help with your sink, a pastry, bags of clothing, perfume, a necklace she thought would look good on you. ‘Just cuz.’ To save humiliation, she’d reply with nothing but a nod or a shrug when you kept thanking her.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ You never wore a patch, nor even look both ways on the streets. After work, she’d pace behind you to memorize your favorite coffee spot. The Pilates studio you always stopped by.
Your path to work or home.
In her eyes, it wasn’t teetering to obsession or creeping. It was to keep you safe.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Poor Sevika didn’t know that you knew exactly what you were doing. You couldn’t believe how oblivious she was to your attitude. Of course you knew what patches were, you weren’t stupid. You knew she watched your every move. You knew exactly why she showered you with gifts. But you loved playing dumb.
You cooed her extra—and it came off as you just being sweet. Even when your compliments sprinkled suggestive.
“Use your words. That’s it. Talk to me.”
“You’re such a good girl. I wouldn’t know what to do without you!”
“Use those pretty eyes and look at me. C’mon, pup.”
It didn’t bother Sevika anyways since she’d always perk up like a fucking dog.
“R-really? Don’t. Don’t embarrass me.”
You really built up her confidence. She was yours, whether she knew it or not.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Her favorite compliments? Obviously was the coddling ones, only if it came from you. “You’re so cute” “my pretty baby” “you’re just like a puppy”She immediately ducked her head.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Speaking of pet names, she automatically adopted “ma’am” or “mama” for you. Even if the two of you weren’t even together yet. She didn’t know why. She possible couldn’t know why. Hm..
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Sevika’s presence was now replaced with you included. You two were inseparable and everywhere. The unfortunate times you weren’t there, she was still adorned by medal-worthy accessories that scream ‘mentally imprinted’. She wore a silver choker that had a mini bone. From afar, it felt her kind of alternative. But who knew her little angel chose it?
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ pink couldn’t even be fathomed on her, let alone on her body. You made a matching pink beaded bracelet. The weird thing? You spelled out ‘Mommy’s girl’ for her. Nothing on yours. She barely questioned it though since she adored you, and would do absolutely anything for you.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Sevika still thought your relationship was platonic when you started making her wear a “Vika” lasered collar around her neck. It was always chained.
“Uhm. Why do I have to wear this?” If she had a tail, it’d be desperately wagging for your attention.
“It’s cute! You look adorable with it.” You pouted up at her as your fingernails grazed her face. “What if a big scary man creeps on me? Do you not like protecting me? It’s just supposed to scare weirdos off.”
“Wha—no! I never said that.” She annoyingly huffed as she hid her red face.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ It cocked people’s brow to see an alpha sweetly talked to and lowkey dictated by her small omega. It was normal to see it the other way around. But this wasn’t.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ You have her utterly wrapped around your manicured finger. Your touch always makes her so desperate and nervous, no matter how small or big. You always gently pull on her chain so she could immediately look down at you and stoop to your level. A sickly sugar coded demand immediately brings her to action. Praise always strings along, so Sevy has no choice but to be well behaved.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Because of this, cuddles were always in queue. Sevika loved holding you so it felt like protecting you from anything. But the occasions that she little spooned, she migrated to your chest so you could pet her hair.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ There’s always some sort of bathroom trip when you two started dating. You’d purposely wear lace panties and bend with the shortest skirts even in the most public areas, innocently look back up at her like you don’t have a thought that brain. And she fell for it every time.
She’d usher you to random stalls and hike up your non existent fabric while she hungrily ate or fingered you. She’d always grind in the friction of her jeans to cum. It was always her entire hand or face that was drenched.
There were seldom occasions however where you’d jerk or sucked her off. Your pouty lips wrapped around her cock perfectly, and you could deepthroat every inch. She never liked bobbing your head, but she subconsciously thrusted. Her cum tasted delectable on your tongue, so you usually gargled it all down.
Her groans were beautifully pitched—and noisy. Which was why it was a rare occasion. That and she hated messing up your perfect makeup.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ she ruts the hell out on you, especially after frustrating days from work. It’s always sloppy when she’s extra mopey.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ When YOU’RE in heat though, you’re a completely different person. When you came back to your shared home, you’d go straight to her laundry and sniff all her dirty clothes and undergarments. You were the one to beg her for her cock. The dominance doesn’t really leave you but it’s definitely a bit alleviated. Sevika secretly loves watching you nest and plead for her knot. She pumps her cock just thinking about it.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ You make Sevika fuck you doggy style. Hypocritical? For sure. But you loved giving her the freedom of doing whatever she wanted to you. If you felt extra petty or jealous that day (Sevika rarely misbehaved), you’d make it very clear that she gets to only see your piece of an ass than your face. It crushes her a lot knowing she can’t get off to your facial expressions if that’s the message.
“Pleaaaase baby, let me see your face.” She mumbled while her twitching cock thrusted into you for the eighth round tonight.
You yanked on her chain so her body would be pressed against your bare back.
“Thats not what you call me, pup.”
“M-mommy c’mon.” Her whines started to become prominent.
“So cocky now, hm? What happened to your manners baby?”
Her brain fogged at your words as she recollected her own. “Mommy! Please…please let me see your face.”
You giggled mid moan. “Much better. Mmm-fuck. Still not happening. You feel too good like this.”
Tears almost welted in her eyes while her face buried into your hickey covered neck.
What ever happened to overly sweet and feminine owners and their obedient and grumpy butch puppy (っ◞‸◟ c)
