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100 SPICY ABO ENEMIES TO LOVERS SENTENCE STARTERS

1–25 | Bratty Tension & Cocky Flirtation

“You want to dominate me? Get in line and earn it.”

“This rivalry thing would work better if you didn’t smell so damn tempting.”

“Stop acting like you hate me when we both know your scent says otherwise.”

“You really gonna fight me with those pretty pheromones dripping off you?”

“Try to stay out of my heat this time. Or don’t. You liked it last time.”

“You're not the only one who can bite, Alpha.”

“If you didn’t want me crawling into your bed, you shouldn’t have growled like that.”

“You gonna fight me or fuck me? Either way, hurry up.”

“You walk in here smelling like that and expect me to behave?”

“You're lucky I like my enemies mouthy and marked.”

“Go ahead, bare your throat—let’s see how long you stay cocky.”

“You hate me until you’re in rut. Then you beg.”

“Call me weak again, and I’ll make you prove it on your knees.”

“You smell like trouble. Exactly my type.”

“If I wanted your knot, I’d take it. And we both know you’d let me.”

“Why are you panting, Alpha? Losing your edge?”

“Fight me harder. Or fuck me already.”

“Don’t act like scenting me wasn’t your favorite mistake.”

“Touch me and I’ll bite. Touch me again and I’ll moan.”

“I’m not scared of you. I’m tempted.”

“We should be clawing each other apart, not tearing off our clothes.”

“Your scent’s all over me. Now everyone knows what you really want.”

“Didn’t think an Omega could handle you? Let me ruin that theory.”

“I’m not yours. I just know how to play the game better.”

“Every time you lose a fight, you try to win me instead.”

26–50 | Possessive Heat / Rut Energy

“You should’ve stayed away from my nest, Alpha.”

“Say it. Say you want me even when I’m begging for another.”

“Your scent is the only thing that calms my heat—and you know it.”

“You’re in rut, aren’t you? I can smell it—and so can everyone else.”

“You don’t get to mark me and pretend it meant nothing.”

“You think I won’t crawl back to you in heat? I hate you, but I’m not stupid.”

“Stay out of my heat cycle this time. You’re dangerous when you care.”

“I don’t want your love. I want your scent soaked into my skin.”

“You hate me, but your rut says otherwise.”

“Tie me like you mean it. Prove I’m not just another Omega to you.”

“If you're gonna claim me, do it like you mean it. No more pretending.”

“You’re still aching for me, aren't you? Even now.”

“I can smell how bad you want me. Say it.”

“I bit you once. Want me to make it permanent?”

“Keep acting like I’m yours and I’ll start believing it.”

“You think scenting me will stop me from walking away?”

“You said I was beneath you. Now you’re begging to be inside me.”

“Your knot won’t fix this, but it might shut us both up for a while.”

“Don’t you dare go into heat without me. You’re mine.”

“I can’t tell if I want to kiss you or rip your throat out. Must be rut.”

“I’m not here for love. I’m here to take what you owe me.”

“Go ahead. Mark me. Ruin me. I won’t beg—unless you ask nicely.”

“It’s not just sex when you growl my name like that.”

“You said I’d never make a good mate. Funny, you keep crawling into my bed.”

“You left bruises last time. I hope you’re planning to top that.”

51–75 | Emotional Intensity & Forbidden Want

“We were raised to hate each other. So why does this feel like home?”

“You’re my enemy—but I still scent your clothes when you leave.”

“This was supposed to be hate. So why does it feel like longing?”

“If I let you knot me again, I won’t survive you.”

“Tell me you don’t think about me when your bed’s empty.”

“I want to hate you. It would be easier than loving you.”

“You’re the only Alpha who’s ever made me want to submit.”

“No one else has ever made my scent change like this.”

“You ruined me. And I still want you.”

“You’re the Alpha I swore I’d never need.”

“Loving you was a mistake. Needing you was worse.”

“Don’t kiss me like you care. You’ve already hurt me enough.”

“You’re supposed to dominate me, not protect me.”

“We’re enemies. Why do I feel safer in your arms?”

“You make me want things I swore I never would.”

“You can’t scent me like I’m yours and then walk away.”

“Do you ache when I’m gone? Or do you only remember me when you rut?”

“You’re everything I should run from—but I keep coming back.”

“You didn’t just bite my skin. You bit into my soul.”

“Your name shouldn’t sound this good when I whimper it.”

“We’re not supposed to want each other. But you’re the only one who knows how to touch me.”

“Hating you used to be easy—before you ruined every other Alpha for me.”

“You crave control. I crave you. We’re doomed.”

“You’re the Alpha my pack warned me about. And I still opened my throat to you.”

“Loving you feels like treason. But I’d still kneel.”

76–100 | Dark Desires, Claiming, & Twisted Obsession

“I don’t want your love. I want your claim carved into my throat.”

“If I’m yours, then prove it. Take me. Break me.”

“You only care when someone else touches me.”

“I’d rather fight you bloody than let anyone else claim you.”

“You're the reason my scent is ruined for everyone else.”

“I want you begging. On your knees. Wearing nothing but my bite.”

“You said I was yours once. Now make it true.”

“I hate what you make me feel. But I crave it all the same.”

“Don’t bother hiding your rut. I know that scent by heart.”

“You’ll beg to scent me again. You always do.”

“You want to mark me? You better bleed for it.”

“Bite me again. Harder. Until I can’t forget who owns me.”

“I don’t want tender. I want teeth.”

“I’d rather fight you naked than love you clothed.”

“One bite. One knot. And I’m yours? Try me.”

“You make my heat worse. And I love you for it.”

“You're not good for me. You're not even kind. But you burn.”

“You want obedience? Knot someone else. I’ll never make it easy.”

“You only scent me when you're scared someone else will.”

“Claim me, coward. Or get the hell out of my heat.”

“This isn’t love. This is obsession. And I want it anyway.”

“Say it. Say you want me, even if it ruins you.”

“I’m not afraid of your teeth. I’m afraid of what I’ll beg for.”

“You don’t get to hate me and own me in the same breath.”

“Let’s stop pretending this is war. You’ve already surrendered.”

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I genuinely (and I cannot express this enough) need to be fucked into the mattress, filled with cum and have it fucked back into me with another load.

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oh no

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Sunny felt the raw instinct to shrink away, to pull the thin fabric of her nightgown tighter around her and disappear into the walls. But she didn’t. Her spine stiffened instead, chin tilting up in a flash of stubborn fire that had nothing to do with bravery and everything to do with survival. If you act like prey, you become prey. That lesson, half-remembered from her wild childhood, thrummed through her veins louder than her fear. She dragged her eyes away from the glinting knife and leveled them right at him, biting back the tremble that wanted to creep into her voice. “You can shove your ‘good morning’ up your ass,” she said flatly.

The silence that followed was suffocating, stretching too thin, pressing into her chest until it hurt. Still, Sunny didn’t flinch. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She could feel the panic clawing just under her skin, but she forced it down, masked it with that same stubborn steel that had gotten her through a thousand tiny heartbreaks, a thousand unseen battles. Her fists curled tighter in the fabric at her sides, white-knuckled. “You think you scare me?” she said, her voice low and trembling. “You’re just another coward with a weapon, trying to make yourself feel big.”

Sunny shifted forward, letting her bare feet touch the cold floor of the cage, refusing to let him see her as some fragile thing cowering on the cot. She stood, straightening to her full height, even if she had to tilt her head back to glare up at him through the bars. The nightgown clung to her, the light painted her in vulnerable shapes, but she held herself like she was wrapped in armor. “Go ahead. Hurt me. Kill me. Whatever the hell you think this is.” Her voice cracked and then steadied. “But I’m not calling you ‘Master.’”

Luke's  head  tilted,  just  a  slight  angle  -  the  subtle  motion  of  a  predator  studying  the  twitch  of  cornered  prey.  The  smile  faded  as  quickly  as  it  had  appeared,  leaving  the  malice  in  his  eyes  bare  and  burning,  dancing  in  the  darkness.  “Do  I  look  like  I  give  a  fuck  whether  you  belong  here?”  Shadows  clung  to  his  seated  form,  swallowing  the  harsh  glow  of  the  single  bulb  overhead,  breaking  away  only  when  he  shifted,  the  outline  of  his  massive  stature  sliding  back  into  focus.  “I  don't  make  mistakes.”  His  boot  dropped  to  the  floor  with  a  solid  thud  as  he  leaned  forward,  dragging  the  knife’s  tip  from  its  groove  in  the  chair’s  armrest.

“Now...  I  said  good  morning.”  The  words  came  slower  this  time,  his  voice  steady,  coated  in  deliberate  patience,  barely  concealing  the  edge  of  something  sharper  coiled  beneath  it.  He  planted  his  elbows  on  his  knees,  the  knife  turning  lazily  in  his  fingers,  catching  the  light  just  enough  to  remind  her  of  its  presence.  Cold  steel  gleamed  pristinely  -  polished,  perfect  -  like  it  had  never  tasted  blood.  Luke’s  steady,  chilled  stare,  however,  told  a  different  story,  one  that  offered  very  little  in  the  way  of  comfort. 

His  eyes,  still  half  hidden  in  the  shadows,  never  wavered  from  her  pretty  face,  drinking  in  every  flicker  of  fear.  Something  akin  to  a  smirk  resurfaced  then,  curling  the  corner  of  his  mouth  as  he  let  the  knife  dangle  loosely  between  his  knees,  fingers  tapping  the  hilt  idly.  His  voice  dropped,  steady  and  instructive,  “Be  a  polite  little  slave  and  say  it  back. A simple  ‘ Good  morning,  Master ’  will  do.”

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Sunny’s smile immediately brightened when she spotted Diego, a playful glint sparking in her blue eyes. “Hey yourself, handsome,” she giggled, twirling a piece of her hair around her finger in a way that was far too innocent to be anything but trouble. She leaned over the counter just a little more than necessary, resting her chin in her hand as she looked up at him through her lashes. “Bringing me fertilizer and compliments? You’re gonna spoil me if you’re not careful.” Her voice was sweet as spun sugar, her giggle slipping out again like she couldn’t quite help herself.

Pushing off the counter with a little bounce, Sunny made her way around it, the soft sway of her hips unintentional ... or maybe not. She brushed her hand lightly against Diego’s arm as she passed, shooting him a look that was equal parts mischievous and charming. “You’re seriously a lifesaver, you know that? I was starting to worry I’d have to charm some poor delivery guy into carrying those for me,” she teased, tilting her head to the side and flashing him another grin. “Good thing my favorite guy showed up instead.”

Diego made it to the store in almost record time, he knew Sunny was there and even when he wouldn't say it aloud, he wanted to see the beautiful blonde. It always made him feel relaxed watching her going from bouquet to bouquet, with a graze that could be only described as Sunny doing her job.

He smiled at her greeting and put the bags he was carrying on the floor. "Hey beautiful, I have the bags of fertilizer you asked me" he said and blushed because she looked beautiful as usual and it always made him sighed and behaved like a teenager around her.

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Sunny stared at the vial, watching the way the colors swirled like an oil slick, hypnotic in its own right. Her lips parted slightly, uncertain, but not entirely unwilling. “Just a couple of hours?” she asked, her voice low. Her fingers twitched at her sides, the weight of the day still clinging to her like pollen. The customers, all the small talk she had to do at work, aching wrists from arranging bouquets... Taking a slow breath, she nodded once. She trusted Lorelei. Maybe more than she should. “Okay,” she murmured, reaching out to take the vial. The glass was warm in her hand. One heartbeat. Two. Then she tilted it back and swallowed, the taste sharp, electric, unfamiliar. "Can you make it bubblegum flavored next time?" Sunny questioned, trying to keep her voice soft. She could already feel something inside her shift. Was it supposed to work that quickly? "Oh..." Her legs pressed together, eyes widening. "I t-think it's broken. You said I should feel good and I do," She rushed to reassure, "But also very horny." Sunny's voice dropped to a whisper at the last word, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"you don't need to be worried. all it's going to do is make you feel good, i promise." lorelei's voice was soft yet certain, sweet like honey despite the dirty intentions she had for her partner, her sweet guinea pig who suffered through every potion and spell lorelei attempted to perfect. her latest glass vial held a small amount of purple liquid, shimmering with flecks of green, unidentifiable but strangely enticing. "i'll be right here to look after you if you have any side affects and if it gets too much i can give you something to help you sleep but i know you won't need that. it'll only last a couple hours... and i think you'll really enjoy yourself."

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Sunny blinked at the stranger, her eyes quickly taking in the scorch marks on his suit, the mess of his hair, and the tired slump in his otherwise tall frame. Her smile softened with genuine warmth, though her fingers curled lightly around the counter. Half from curiosity, half from concern. He didn’t look like any ordinary man who’d wandered in for a bouquet. He looked like someone who’d been through hell and still managed to say “hi” like he meant it. “Well,” she said after a beat, brushing her hands off on her apron, “I think anyone brave enough to walk in here looking like that definitely deserves a place to catch their breath.”

She stepped out from behind the counter, gesturing toward the plush armchair tucked near the shop’s reading nook. “That corner over there’s got the best sunlight and zero judgment. You sit tight, I’ll bring you some water and maybe a cookie if you promise not to burn my shop down with whatever kind of day you’ve had.” Her tone was light, but her eyes held something steadier, more grounded. She didn’t know who he was, not really. But kindness came easy to her and something about the tired man with the scorched emblem made her want to offer more than just water and shade.

His dad taught him that there's a bit of a performance to being superman. Standing a little straighter, smile a bit bigger, take up space. It helps people believe a bit more, really helps convince others that you can and will help them.

At the moment Jordan wasn't doing any of that. He's had a very busy day, the prominent red emblem on his chest was scorched and his hair was a mess. He didn't even realize the type of place he walked into. "Hi." he said with a smile. "I'm so terribly sorry to be any kind of bother, but is there any chance you'd be willing to let me spend a bit of time here? It's been a bit of a day and I just need somewhere to rest up a little bit."

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Hi! If anyone would throw Taylor Zakhar Perez at me for Sunny, I would be forever in debt.

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Sunny let her fingers trail lightly along the rim of her glass, her gaze never wavering as she leaned in just a touch closer, letting the ambient glow of the bar catch the shimmer in her eyes. “Is that right?” she purred, lips curving into a slow, deliberate smile. “Then you’d better hope I’m not a lightweight, sweetheart. 'Cause if I go down tonight, it sure as hell won’t be from the liquor.” Her tone was playful, but her stare was heat and challenge all at once, daring him to keep up, to push further, to prove he could handle whatever she was bringing to the table.

Frank was impressed by how upfront she was, and he liked her already. Straight to the point, no bullshit. Nonchalantly placing his glass next to hers, he chuckled and nodded at the bartender with a smirk. Impressed at her boldness for asking something that could leave both of them wasted for the night. Locking eyes with her own eventually, he refused to look away for a split second and just focused on how stunning she looked tonight. “You must have the most captivating set of eyes I’ve ever seen, Ms.” He continued, cutting right to the chase. “Careful not to knock yourself out, I don’t wanna see anything else other than that tonight.”

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Sunny caught the look almost instantly, and her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she met his gaze head-on. She let her elbow rest against the bar as she tilted her chin slightly, intrigued. He was playing a game, and she’d always loved games. Especially the ones she wasn’t supposed to win. As he turned away with that little smirk, pretending not to care, Sunny leaned closer to the bartender without taking her eyes off him. “Make it something strong,” she said smoothly, tapping a nail against the bar. “If he’s gonna try to impress me, he’d better keep up.”

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Frank stared from across with a glass in hand, knowing it would be a dangerous game. Locking eyes with her and knowing she would eventually notice, and that was the idea. Every other guy wanted to approach her but to no avail, only he was getting the attention. Raising his glass, he smirked as he gestured towards her before pretending to play coy while turning around.

“Another glass for the lady. In a sec.”

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The bell over the front door hadn’t jingled yet, and Sunny Callahan didn’t mind the quiet. With one hand brushing a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear and the other carefully trimming the stem of a coral peony, she hummed softly to the tune playing from the radio tucked behind the counter. The shop smelled like eucalyptus and rose water, a calming blend that made Wild Petals feel more like a daydream than a job. Arranging a fresh bouquet for a regular client’s anniversary, she leaned in to make sure the blooms were symmetrical, her nose brushing gently against a white ranunculus as she worked.

Despite her sunny name and sunnier disposition, her thoughts were a little tangled, same as the ribbon she’d just fumbled trying to tie around a vase. Things had been… strange lately. Something in her chest kept tugging at her when she least expected it, like she was waiting for something to change. Or maybe someone. But she shook the feeling off like glitter on her apron and glanced toward the front, just in time for the door to chime. Looking up with a smile that came naturally, she set the scissors down and straightened. “Hi there! Welcome to Wild Petals. What can I do for you today?”

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Sunny’s breath caught as she blinked against the harsh light, a sickening mix of fear and disbelief twisting in her stomach. Her pulse thundered in her ears, hands curling into fists in her lap as she took in the bars, the cot, him. The last thing she remembered was her bed, the soft comfort of sheets she’d tucked around herself after a long day of arranging blooms and sweeping up petals. Now? Now she was nothing but a rabbit in a cage, and the predator outside it wore a smile.

Her voice cracked when she finally managed to speak, barely more than a whisper. “What is this? Who are you?” She hated how small she sounded. Hated that her mind had already started cataloging the room like a flower shop. Cold metal like wire baskets, that bulb above like the heat lamps she used to coax stubborn buds to bloom. It was how she coped, she knew that, turning horror into something familiar. But this... this was too foreign, too sharp, and the man watching her wasn’t something she could trim or water into submission.

She shifted on the cot, keeping her back straight even though her legs trembled beneath the slip. “You’ve got the wrong girl,” she said, voice a little stronger this time. “I’m just a florist.” Her gaze met his, defiant despite the chill settling into her bones. “I make people happy with roses and daisies. I don’t belong here.”

An OPEN starter ft. LUKE BRAYDEN TW: Kidnapping, dub-con (or non-con, depending), blood play, knife play, heavy degradation

The job was simple: kill the woman, get paid. Clean, straightforward work. He didn’t know what she’d done to end up with a price on her head, and he didn’t care either. Maybe she’d poked around where she shouldn’t have, maybe she’d fucked the wrong guy. Maybe someone just didn’t like her face. None of it mattered. What did matter was the way she looked that night - barely decent in a thin nightgown, tangled in her sheets, the duvet tucked tight between her thighs like some kind of modesty shield. It was enough to rouse something in him. Not mercy. Something worse. Something hungrier. So instead of slitting her throat, he slipped a needle into her arm, quiet, clean, methodical. And then he took her.

She came to inside a cage. Roomy enough to pace, tall enough to stand, just cramped enough to remind her it wasn’t freedom. A thin cot pressed against the back wall, the same slip from the night before clinging to her skin. A single naked bulb buzzed overhead, casting harsh light through the shadows. And just beyond the bars, there Luke was - lounging like it was a Sunday morning. One boot braced against the cage, the tip of a knife idly twisting back and forth against the armrest beside him, his gaze locked on her like a wolf sizing up a wounded doe.

Luke’s lips curled into a sinister smile. "Good morning, sunshine."

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Tears and mascara flowed down her cheeks, body practically shaking. Sunny was tied up, vibrator going in her cunt, machine fucking her ass, and his thick cock in her mouth. His hands were in her hair, holding her head in place so she couldn't move off of him to breathe.

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someone give sunny some rough, violent sex.

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Sunny smiled against his lips, her hands sliding slowly up his chest as the kiss deepened, turning heated and hungry. There was something intoxicating about the way he touched her like he’d been waiting for this moment as long as she had, like he needed her just as badly. Her body pressed flush to his, feeling the hard lines of him through their clothes, and she couldn’t help the soft, pleased sound that escaped her throat. She was playing with fire and knew it, but damn if it didn’t feel good to burn. Pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, her fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt, teasing and slow. “You taste even better than I imagined,” she murmured, voice low and sultry. Her gaze dropped to his mouth for a beat before rising back to his eyes, daring him to make the next move. “And I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” There was heat in her stare, all wrapped up in mischief and challenge. Because Sunny Callahan never gave herself away easily, but for him? She just might make an exception.

Wyatt found himself lost in her and her beauty. She was beyond beautiful and he simply couldn't look away from her. He had never desired as much as he desired her. Every movement of her was enchanting much like the rest of hers. He kept his eyes on her the entire time as she continued her little dance and every step he took made him desire her more and more. He then watched with bated breath as she started lifting her top up. It was rather slow but he didn't mind that at all. He enjoyed the little glimpses she was giving him as that made him desire her more and more. Soon when her top was removed he found himself smiling softly at her before licking his lips. He kept his eyes on her for some time and a bulge started forming in his pants for her. Feeling her stepping into him only made him want her even more. A slight shiver ran down his spine as she touched his chest. He was about to respond to her but suddenly he felt her lips against his. Without wasting any time he found himself kissing her back softly at first which soon turned hungry and desperate. His arms wrapped around her as he kissed her.

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Sunny turned toward him slowly, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned back against the wall, watching him with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what kind of effect she had. “Mm,” she hummed, smirking as he locked the door, “Good. I’d hate to have to chase you down.” Her fingers toyed with the hem of her top as she began to sway subtly to music only she could hear, her hips moving in a slow, teasing rhythm. With every step he took closer, she inched her top upward, not rushing just making sure he was watching her every move. She let the soft fabric slip over her head, tossing it carelessly to the side, the smirk on her lips only deepening as she stepped into him. “We’re going to have so much fun together,” she whispered, voice low and sultry as her fingertips brushed down his chest. Without giving him a second to reply, she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his, slow at first, exploratory, but there was already heat coiled beneath the surface, ready to ignite.

Wyatt was certain she had gotten a lot of men in the past. After all someone as beautiful as her must get loads of men. He thought of himself as simply being lucky that he got the chance to be with her. He had a feeling this would go great between them and if all went well then the two of them could perhaps turn this into a regular thing. Frankly this was something he was hoping for between them and was rather excited for what was about to happen. He could more than keep with her and that was something he was absolutely certain about. He continued to walk after her not caring about anything. He enjoyed the way she was clearly teasing him and he found himself licking his lips for a moment desperate for her. He simply chuckled softly at her words before he ran his fingers through his hair. After some time he was finally led to where he wanted most. Once there he gave her a smirk before following inside. Once inside he locked the door behind him and turned his attention towards her. "I am not going anywhere sweetheart. " He said to her softly before slowly making his way towards her.