Imagine your villainous or warrior F/O teaching you how to use their signature weapon.
Imagine their hands on yours as they show you how to hold it. Their body against yours as they show you the proper stance.
Imagine the look of pride and satisfaction as you get better and better as they teach you.
Imagine going rowing with your F/O.
There’s a warm breeze and the scent of flowers in the air; the water of the pond is still, and clear as crystal, letting you and your F/O see the small fish that swim about in your little boat’s wake.
You sit across from one another, smiling at each other as you row out to the middle of the pond, and then sit there, drifting gently, holding each other’s hands and chatting idly.
Floating on the water, under the shade of hanging trees, you and your F/O still a kiss.
Imagine your rival or villain F/O pinning you down on the floor.
Your belly is pressed up against the hard ground, and you can feel the weight of their body on top of your back.
You feel their hot breath in your ear, and feel them press a weapon into your ribs.
They tell you to hold still…
Imagine being held by your F/O.
No really, imagine it. After you read this, close your eyes and hold it in your mind.
Consider the feel of their body against yours.
Think about how they hold you, where they put their arms.
Is their body warm against yours? Can you feel their breath?
How does their clothing feel as it brushes over your skin?
Are there any places where their bare skin touches yours?
Do you get a sense of their personal scent as they hold you?
Do they hold you loosely, and brush their hands over you?
Do they squeeze you tightly to them?
Imagine being held by your F/O.
Imagine taking a nap with your F/O.
The two of you are curled up together, limbs entangled, relaxed and comfortable against each other.
You’re lulled softly to sleep by the gentle presence of each other’s bodies.
Imagine finally confessing your feelings to your shipcest F/O.
The two of you are alone together, when the dam of your emotions finally breaks. You let it all pour out; the stolen glances, the fantasies you know you shouldn’t have…
You tell them you know they probably will not ever want to speak to you again. That you’ve probably ruined your relationship with them forever. You understand.
You turn, and start to go.
They grab your hand, and pull you back.
They tell you, no, stay. Please.
Imagine your villainous F/O bringing you your worst enemy as a captive for your birthday.
They swell with pride as they how you your ‘present’. They have your enemy bound, and on their knees, a bag over their head.
Your F/O pull the bag off and grabs your enemy by the hair, showing them off. Maybe they tell your enemy to smile and say hello, despite them being gagged.
Your F/O tells you that your enemy is yours to do with as you please, absolutely at your mercy. Have them whipped, beaten, killed. Do it by your own hands, or your F/O will be pleased to oblige you witg tgeir expertise.
Of course, you can have them released too, if you want.
It’s your birthday, after all.
Imagine your vilainous F/O celebrating your birthday with you.
The festivities they have planned are absolutely lavish. They’ve taken into account all your favorites.
Maybe you don’t know if the enormous cake (your favorite kind), the streamers and banners, or the pile of presents were obtained legitimately or not, but you know your F/O got them for you with love.
The insist that everything be perfect for you, and when they show you what they’ve done, they scoop you up into their arms with a hopeful look on their face. You like it, right?
Imagine sharing a cigarette with your F/O.
You watch them light it, and take a drag. Your gaze can’t help but linger on their lips puckered around the end of it as they breathe in.
They exhale a lungful of smoke, and they pass the cigarette to you, their fingers brushing yours as you take it between your fingers.
The taste of them lingers on the butt of it, as you put it in your own lips, and you savor the intimacy.
They watch you breathe in, and you wonder if they’re looking at your lips too.
Enemies to lovers self shippers:
Imagine your villainous F/O in the middle of a breakdown at the height of their scheme.
You can see them coming apart at the seams, the sweat on their brow, the manic look in their eyes, the twitch of their fingers.
As they’re ranting, you can’t stand it any more. You have to do something. But what can you do.
You grab their wrists and pull them into your arms.
Not like this, you plead. Please stop. For me.
They stare at you, unsure, and you pull them into a deep kiss.
They tremble against you as you break the kiss, and they tell you, if it’s for you, anything.