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…
The homoerotic urge to spend years intensely fixated on finding and destroying your rival F/O.
Imagine you and your rival F/O, beaten, bloody and bruised, covered in the marks you’ve left on one another.
You summon up the strength to sit, and you lean on each other, shoulder to shoulder.
You F/O smiles, and puts their arm around your shoulders.
Imagine your rival or villainous F/O grabbing you by the hair and pulling you up to face them. You’re expecting them to hurt you, but instead they pull you into a rough kiss.
Imagine the numb ache through your body after your rival or villainous F/O has finally beaten you in a fight.
They force you down on your knees in front of them, and demand that you beg them for your life. You stay silent, prideful, and they kick you in the chest, pinning you with their heel on the ground.
They tell you that your life belongs to them now, and that they’ll use you however they see fit.
For self shippers with villainous, rival, or dominant F/Os:
Imagine that you wake up late one night to find yourself bound and tied down to your bed. As you try to figure out what’s going on, you find your F/O sitting on the edge of your bed.
They lean down and put a finger against your lips. Smiling, they tell you that they’ve got big plans for you tonight…
For self shippers with villainous, dominant, or rival F/Os
Imagine being whipped by your F/O…
content: punishment, pain, aftercare.
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Your F/O puts their hands on your shoulders and pushes you down to your knees.
Looking down on you with an icy stare, they command you to take off your shirt. You obey, stripping your upper clothes off, and showing them your bare chest and back.
They cup your chin for a moment, and stroke their fingers down your neck and back, raising goosebumps all over you. You know what’s coming next.
They push you into your hands and knees on the floor, and raise their whip. You feel your heart race, and your body tense, waiting for the first lash.
When it comes, the sting of it washes over you, and you stifle a cry.
Your F/O looks down at you with satisfaction, and gives you another. And another, until they’re satisfied.
When they’re done, you’re bruised, and breathless, and a little dizzy. Your flesh is tender and over-sensitive.
Your F/O coos gently at you about how well you’ve done, and how proud they are of you.
They stroke their fingers over the marks they’ve made, and kiss your face.
Imagine your villainous or rival F/O grabbing you by the collar and dragging you close to them. They walk their fingers up your throat and grab your chin tight.
Holding you close, they whisper in your ear exactly what they want you to do for them. And they tell you what will happen if you should refuse.
Imagine your rival F/O tackling you hard to the ground and knocking the breath out of you. Before you can recover, they’re pinning you between their knees, and kissing your gasping mouth.
Imagine before your villainous or rival F/O have gotten together, they send you a message that they want to meet with you, alone, in a secluded place.
Of course it has to be a trap of some kind, but you show up there all the same, your heart thumping in your chest.
They step out of the shadows, and hold their hands up for you to see. No weapons. And then they grab you by both wrists suddenly, and pull you toward them, against their chest.
They whisper to you you that they want you to join them. They tell you about all the wonders or terrors that could happen with you at their side.
If only you would be theirs. If only you would give in.