A shot in the heart doesn't make it un-break

some very, VERY nsfw starters focusing on ... breeding kinks! warnings: pregnancy talk, breeding talk.

i'm gonna knock you up.

fuck your cum back in me.

i want to feel you dripping out of me.

pin me down and pump me full of you.

fill me up again and again and again...

i can't wait to see your belly swell.

mount me, take me, i'm yours.

i'm going to fill you with load after load...

give me your seed.

i need your thick cock twitching in me.

i'm going to hold you down while you take it.

you look so good filled with my cum.

you're never going to feel empty again.

stay inside me, don't let anything drip out...

put your legs up, i want it to take.

please, please, i need to cum in you.

you're filling me up so good...

be a good [ boy / girl ] and cum in me.

i forgot a condom... guess it's a sign.

i'm going to milk you dry.

i need to cum in you.

i can't wait to see your tits get heavy...

i want to see my cum leaking out of your cunt.

if you don't cum inside of me right now, i'm going to cry.

everyone's going to know you're mine.

i'm going to cum in you whether you like it or not.

please cum in me, please, please don't pull out.

are you gonna let me get you pregnant?

gonna hold you down until it takes.

i'm going to ride you until you paint my pussy white.

you can cum. if you let me cum in you first.

i forgot my birth control.

hold me down by my hips and make me yours.

i can feel you against my womb...

you're getting every drop of me.

if you don't get pregnant, guess we'll have to do it again...

i don't actually want to get pregnant!

be a good [ boy / girl ] and let me cum in you.

are you gonna fill me up, or was that all talk?

please, i need it! fill me up!

i don't wanna feel empty anymore.

i wanna feel you twitching in me while you fill me up...

hold me down and breed me.

i'm gonna shove my cock so deep in you you'll feel it in your womb.

fuck, let me out, i'm gonna cum.

take it, fucking take it.

don't pull out until i'm overflowing with you.

i can't hold anymore in me...

i want you to ride me so i can picture your belly swelling while i cum in you.

how many times are you going to cum in me?

please let me cum in you [ mommy / daddy ], i need it, please.

you're so good at taking my cum.

i wanna put a baby in you.

shut up. i'm gonna cum.

bend me over the nearest surface and leave my thighs dripping.

are you pushing your cum back inside?

This is my first time doing anything like this. Please if you don’t think any of these are good, feel free to tell me and I will fix them or try again. Thank you loves. <3

- Omega accidentally getting the wrong dry cleaning after trying it on and having to find the Alpha that it belongs too by the information the dry cleaners give them and the scent still left on the clothes. 

- “Hey! You didn’t have to save me ya’know. Just because I’m an Omega doesn’t mean I’m weak! I could handle myself.”

- Alpha asks a friend or a random Omega to be their plus one to a family event so their traditional family doesn’t even them lip for still being single. 

- Alpha is out and about when they catch the scent of an Omega in heat. When they trail it and find the Omega, they’re surrounded by unwanted Alphas. Knight in shining armor comes to the rescue. 

- “I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but my heat is about to start and I could really use some help right now.”

- Omega helping an Alpha pick out clothes at the store for a new outfit. 

- “This is not a place for a tiny Omega to be this late at night.”

- Omega goes to an Alpha, who doesn’t look too menacing, and clings on them to get away from another creepy Alpha/Beta. 

- Beta friend setting up friends on a date. 

- “God, you smell ridiculously good.” 

- “I smelled you from across the room and I gotta say, you have the best scent in the history of scents.”

- Alpha randomly hugging an Omega that doesn’t have a jacket on outside as it starts snowing. 

- Alpha or Omega scenting an Alpha/Omega on the bus or train, stuttering and blushing as soon as they are caught red handed. 

- Drunk one nightstand with accidental bonding or mating marks. 

- Alpha goes into rut and the closest Omega comes to save them before they cause any damage. 

- Omega following the scent of an Alpha unconsciously and snaps out of the daze when he bumps into his or her back. 

- Omega trying to get some heavy things out of their car and Alpha comes to help before they blow out their back. 

- Omega gets a sperm donor and pregnant, and curiously contacts the father/mother to tell them they are welcomed in the pup(s) life(lives). 

- “I’m stressed out, I gotta nest and cuddle. Please come over?” 

- “I tried to recreate that dessert you made that one time, and now I have something that looks like oatmeal and not cake batter. Send help?” 

- Alpha finding an Omega crying and automatically offers to comfort them and fight the reason that they are crying. 

- Alpha bumping into an old Omega crush from school, then stammers as they try to ask them about life. 

- “You’re not like other Omegas, are you?” 

- “I love you, screw an arrange bonding!” 

- “I want you to be the father/mother of my pups, and no one else.” 

- Alpha courting the Omega, but not doing it in a romantic way. So they start gifting the Omega toothpaste and socks. 

- Omega taking it upon themselves to court an available Alpha. Getting the attention of the Alpha with no problem whatsoever. 

- “An actual puppy is just practice for a real pup!”

- Alpha’s parents arrange their bonding to an Omega. 

- Omega asking an Alpha to take them home from a party because they are scared by how many people are there. 

- “I need a heir, I know you will be a wonder mother/father. Please help me make a baby.” 

- Omega is a doctor and Alpha is a nurse. They always get made fun of by their peers, until they find each other sad in the break room. 

- “Why do you have a fake bonding mark?” 

- “My ex-boyfriend is here, please scent me before he tries to do something towards me.” 

- Alpha asks friends out to eat, Beta friend tells everyone to stay home, but the Omega so Alpha/Omega can have an impromptu date. 

- Alpha is a single parent and needs to hire an Omega nanny to help them out with their Omega/Beta child. 

- “You’ll make an amazing mate one day, I know I’d be honored to be bonded to you.”

- Omega trying to flirt with an Alpha, but getting too nervous and run away. Only to have the Alpha chase after them to make sure they are okay. 

- Alpha goes feral for whatever reason, Omega steps in to calm them down before they are tranquilized and taken away. 

Pregnant widowed Omega calls a friend or service to have an Alpha come comfort them since their previous mate is dead. 

Again, tell me if you like these or think if these are dumb. I need to know to fix them and make them less shitty. 

(holding back this time-- fuck, the kid's skin's already starting to purple)

--and pull the zipties from his pocket, looping them over Noah's wrists as he does. They're sealed tight, digging into flesh and leaving it pink, and Christian isn't gentle as he forces Noah onto his knees. He's even less so as he digs the sole of his boot in the space between Noah's shoulderblades, forcing him to bend down as low as he can go.

I warned you. The words, albeit unspoken, hang in the air. Noah is never allowed to leave his corner until he's served his time, and he should know this by now.

"I'm not pretending," Christian says coldly. "Not when you failed to take my title.

Even as his boot pins Noah to the ground, he continues to try and squirm away with all of his might. Nothing more than squirming and grunting, but at least he knows he's not just taking his father's bullshit.

But then he speaks, and all of the anger- and unshed tears- finally come out.

"What title? Father of the century? Husband of the decade?" Noah spits out, the tears starting to spill from his eyes from the frustration and heartbreak of it all. Five fucking years. That's how long it took you to come home. Like I mean nothing to you. Like she meant nothing to you. We needed you and you weren't fucking there."

It should have been you hangs on his tongue, and yet he feels sick at the thought of saying such a horrid thing.

Why are you antagonising your son? asks a voice in his head that sounds suspiciously like Liona. Christian's lip curls lightly, but he pulls the last weed in his vicinity and picks the garbage bag up, walking over to another particularly stubborn section of overgrowth.

"You can stay rent-free as long as you follow my rules, or you can leave and do whatever the fuck you want."

Christian crouches again. Despite the bite of his words, his touch is gentle as he delicately digs at the ground to pull more weeds out.

"Fair terms, I'd say. Especially since there's no offer you can make that'll make me give this place up."

He loves Liona, and he knows for a fact she loves him, too, but living with her wasn't home. She did everything for him, was so kind and patient, asking for nothing in return. Even forgave him every time he acted out. A part of him feels guilty for running from her home when he'd turned eighteen, but he needed to come back home.

Being away from where he'd been with his mom for most of his life? It was too much.

And having to choose between living there under Christian's rules or being without the last major reminder of his mother, it was almost impossible to decide.

But he knows what he needs to do.

And, Hell, maybe his dad will fuck off again.

SENDER tucks RECEIVER into bed for the night.

SENDER pulls a blanket higher over RECEIVER'S shoulders.

SENDER presses a cool cloth to RECEIVER'S forehead.

SENDER brings RECEIVER a glass of water without being asked.

SENDER sits at RECEIVER'S bedside until they fall asleep.

SENDER smooths the wrinkles from RECEIVER'S sheets.

SENDER brushes RECEIVER'S hair back from their face.

SENDER warms food for RECEIVER and sets it within reach.

SENDER helps RECEIVER change into clean clothes.

SENDER bandages RECEIVER'S hands carefully.

SENDER stays awake so RECEIVER doesn't have to be alone.

SENDER offers their shoulder for RECEIVER to lean on.

SENDER rubs slow circles into RECEIVER'S back.

SENDER adjusts the pillow beneath RECEIVER'S head.

SENDER carries RECEIVER'S bag when it gets too heavy.

SENDER holds RECEIVER'S hand through the pain.

SENDER wipes dirt from RECEIVER'S face.

SENDER helps RECEIVER sit up gently.

SENDER drapes their coat over RECEIVER without comment.

SENDER reminds RECEIVER to eat.

SENDER cuts food into smaller pieces for RECEIVER.

SENDER cleans blood from RECEIVER'S skin.

SENDER steadies RECEIVER as they stand.

SENDER keeps watch while RECEIVER rests.

SENDER ties RECEIVER'S shoes for them.

SENDER holds RECEIVER when the shaking won't stop.

SENDER presses their forehead to RECEIVER'S

SENDER helps RECEIVER bathe.

SENDER changes RECEIVER'S bandages for them.

SENDER keeps RECEIVER warm through the night.

SENDER sits with RECEIVER so they doesn't feel alone.

SENDER carries RECEIVER when they can't walk anymore.

SENDER hums softly to calm RECEIVER.

SENDER shields RECEIVER from prying eyes.

SENDER braids RECEIVER'S hair to keep it out of the way.

SENDER wipes tears from RECEIVER'S cheeks.

SENDER keeps a hand on RECEIVER'S back in the crowd.

SENDER wakes RECEIVER gently.

SENDER helps RECEIVER breathe through the pain.

SENDER brings extra blankets when RECEIVER starts to shiver.

SENDER waits outside while RECEIVER gathers themselves..

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

On one of the high shelves, he stares at a set of china that Delia once thought was one of the most gorgeous things in the world. The boy thinks I want something from him, baby. How many holes has he smoked into his head?

"Son, you've got nothing to your name. What is there to take, hm?"

There's something terribly tragic knowing that he hadn't even taken Noah's virginity, back when his heat had very nearly burned him through. Christian isn't going to ask how old Noah was the first time someone had ever touched him-- he's seen enough from him to know he hates everything about what the boy's life has become.

"If you think I've come here seeking revenge on you... Christ, Noah, you're destroying yourself.

"I don't even have to do anything. You're better at this than I'll ever be, huh?"

His teeth dig lightly in his lip and drag over it. Delia's ugly plates look back at him in the most awful orange he's ever seen.

"I just want to know your life won't end with you dead in a ditch. Fuck's sake." Fingers digging lightly into the armrest at his side, Christian exhales slowly. "But you're beating me at the game, son. One day I won't find you in time, I know it.

But then, the hand that had been so tightly wrapped around it just moments ago definitely didn't help the feeling any.

He's tired and anxious and wants nothing more than to go get his new stash so he can turn everything off once again, but Christian just keeps trying to play house with him and it's pissing him off more than he can stand.

But as he speaks of not being there for his mom, something inside of him snaps.

"You don't get to bring up her death," he almost threatens, his shining brown hues staring down the man. "And I'm not your fucking boy. I'm barely your fucking son, but don't ever fucking call me my boy again. Got it? Because I'm not. You had years to show up and be the father that I needed, but you were out, God knows where doing God knows what, and suddenly you get to pretend you're the big man of the house because you decided to show up?

"Well five years too late, dickwad. I needed you. She fucking needed you- lord knows why- and it wasn't enough. We were never enough for you, so you don't get to waltz in and act like either of us ever mattered to you."

"It's a new job," Christian says. It's about the only thing in Noah's long-winded attack that feels important enough to even respond to.

This time, Noah doesn't deserve the courtesy of eye contact.

"Is that why you came back? For the fucking house?" the younger man spat out, venom lacing his words as he glared down at the man and his hands curling into fists at his sides, accidentally crushing the remaining few crackers.

Christian doesn't think. Doesn't compute. Doesn't consider. His wedding ring kisses Noah's cheek as he backhands him, and with a hand curling into the boy's throat, he throws him back so he collides with the wall behind him. Some of it collapses into a hole.

It'll bruise on Noah's neck, he's sure. Christian exhales slowly, nostrils flaring, and half-wishes he felt bad about that.

If nothing else, the fact he's used his strength at all since leaving active duty almost feels freeing.

"I told you to stay."

He tries not to wonder if Delia knew what Noah was into. Her heart had gotten so weak already with the sickness-- no doubt finding him half-awake amongst bags of rubbish, high out of his fucking mind and clearly left behind, only would have broken it all the way.

Why was it that Noah was only good when he was high? Christian wipes his gun against his shirt, caring little for the spit that tickles the cloth.

"You can fuck whoever you want, Noah," he says blandly. "Christ. I can't even say I'm surprised you don't get how much danger you were in-- you keep proving over and over you're never gonna understand."

His laugh is wry. Tired. "I remember when you were smart. What a bloody waste.

But then the sweet kiss of death doesn't come, and Noah isn't quite sure how to process his feelings on it.

Christian keeps talking about danger as if he's ever given a shit about his safety. As far as Noah knows, this is a brand new view of the world. He doesn't know why for the past five years he hasn't been around, but the only seemingly rational thing is that he's just never cared.

And the asshole gets to just wake up one morning and suddenly decide he wants to be a dad?

Fuck that.

Fuck him.

"Where the fuck did being smart get me? Huh?" Noah scoffs as he rolls his eyes. "A dead mother? The know-how to plan way too much of her funeral? The ability to pay bills before I even had a high school diploma. Then despite doing okay enough on my own, having to move in with my god-mom in an area that totally isolates me from all of the friends I'd had for years until I was finally old enough where I could run? Except, that's right when my father decides to come back into my life and pretend he can run my life for me as if he'd ever given a shit about my safety or well-being before?"

The boy's arms wrap around his legs as he pulls them into himself.

"Yeah, that intelligence really got me smart. Such a shame I blew it," he droned before resting his forehead on his knees. He draws in a deep breath through his nostrils before looking up at the man again.

Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get. 

Please note that some of these scenarios may be triggering.

send a word for a starter !  add a ♡ to reverse the role !  or add a + for the action to be more harsh/aggressive, for those who are interested !  you’re welcome to specify body parts where it’s ambiguous. feel free to strike out the ones you’re uninterested in when reblogging ! ( all prompts are within a spicy setting, either during sex, or leading up to it, etc. ) 

please don’t use for taboo subjects !! thank you ♡

[  BEG ] ;  the sender begs the receiver to touch them. 

[  BEHIND  ] ;  the sender takes the receiver from behind.

[  BITE  ] ;  the sender bites the receiver somewhere on their body. 

[  BONDAGE  ] ;  the sender ties the receiver up.

[  CHOKE  ] ;  the sender chokes the receiver. 

[  COLLAR  ] ;  the sender puts a collar on the receiver.

[  CUT  ] ;  the sender cuts the underwear off the receiver.

[  DEGRADE  ] ;  the sender degrades the receiver.

[  DENY  ] ;  the sender denies the receivers orgasm. 

[  DOUBLE  ] ;  the sender penetrates the receiver with two objects/toys/etc.

[  EAR  ]  ;  the sender bites the receiver’s earlobe.

[  GAG  ] ;  the sender gags the receiver. 

[ GROPE ] ; the sender gropes the receivers breasts or crotch.

[  HICKEY  ] ;  the sender gives the receiver a hickey somewhere on their body.

[  HUMILIATE  ] ;  the sender humiliates the receiver. 

[  KITTEN  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver ‘kitten’.

[  KISS  ] ;  the sender kisses the receiver somewhere on their body.

[  KNIFE  ] ;  the sender holds a knife to the receivers neck.

[  MASTURBATE  ] ; the sender catches the receiver masturbating.

[  MORNING  ] ;  the sender wakes the receiver up with sex. 

[  MOUTH  ] ;  the sender slides their fingers into the receivers mouth. 

[  ORAL  ] ;  the sender performs oral on the receiver.

[  PET  NAME  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver a cute pet name during sex.

[  PIN  ] ;  the sender pins the receiver against the wall.

[  PRAISE  ] ;  the sender praises the receiver.  

[  PUBLIC  ] ;  the sender touches the receiver in public.   

[  PULL  ] ;  the sender pulls the receivers hair.  

[  PUPPY  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver ‘puppy’.

[  RIM  ] ;  the sender gives the receiver a rimjob. 

[  SCRATCH ] ;  the sender scratches the receivers back.

[  SLAP  ] ;  the sender slaps the receivers face.

[  SPIT ] ;  the sender spits in the receivers mouth / on the receivers face. 

[  SMACK  ] ;  the sender playfully smacks the receivers ass.  

[  SOFA  ] ;  the sender hurriedly takes the receiver to the sofa. 

[  SPANK  ] ;  the sender spanks the receiver. 

[  SQUEEZE  ] ; the sender squeezes a body part of the receiver. 

[  STRADDLE  ] ; the sender straddles the receivers lap. 

[  STRAP  ] ;  the sender presents the receiver with a strap-on. 

[  TIE  ] ;  the sender ties the receivers hands together using an article of clothing.

[  TOY  ] ;  the sender uses a sex toy on the receiver.  

@nimrodomega, unprompted.

It feels like a trap, almost. Not that Christian makes it a habit to assume the worst of his boy, but their reintroduction period has been anything but smooth.

Still, it would be immature to ignore Noah, even if this turned out to be bait for a screaming match. Christian turns, looks at where Noah stands on the porch, then shrugs as he gestures to the (overrun) garden.

"Cleaning up," comes his answer.

Delia had loved this garden. Christian remembers helping her pick out flower cuttings and planting them with her, back when Noah was only a soft bump in her belly. Now Noah is grown and Delia is gone, and he missed too much of it.

In an attempt to wash himself of his thoughts, Christian pulls his cap off and wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm.

If there's one thing his mom always did, even as the cancer and treatments ate away at her, it was garden. No matter how sickly she looked or how tired she was or how run down she felt, she'd always made certain to see to her garden. Noah remembers how much she lit up when she was planting or weeding, even just weeks before her passing.

And for someone who couldn't even show up to the funeral to touch what was her sacred area... it was almost too much for Noah to stomach.

"Oh neat. So, back to work when you're done with this?" He gives a half-hearted shrug as he swallows the last bit of his cracker and stands upright from where he's leaning against the doorframe to the yard. "Well, cool then. I guess I'll see you in another five, six years so you can pretend to give a shit again."

Brow furrowing, he raises his index finger up to his lips in faux contemplation.

"Or was it so soon because Mom died? Like, is it that you'll act like a dad for a little while when you're ready to come home after someone dies, or is it just a random whim kind of thing for you?