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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 collar and throwing you to the ground. They stand over you with a smirk and put their foot on your chest.
They won’t let you up until you admit they defeated you, and tell them that you are theirs.
Imagine your villainous or rival F/O grabbing you, and slamming you so hard against a wall that it stuns you momentarily.
While you’re seeing stars, they press their body against yours, forcing their lips to yours in a rough, passionate kiss as they pin you down. You’re too dizzy to stop them even if you wanted to.
Enemies/rivals to lovers self shippers:
Imagine being so sick, or hurt, or exhausted that you can’t stand up, and you pass out on the way to fight with your future f/o.
The last thing you recognize before darkness claims you is the figure of your f/o approaching, and you think that you may not wake up.
But you do wake up, somewhere unfamiliar. There’s a damp cloth on your head and before you open your eyes, you feel fingers brushing through your hair, or touching your cheek.
When you do open your eyes, you see your f/o standing over you. Apparently they have been taking care of you this whole time…
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 your villainous or rival F/O’s delight when you finally give up and submit to them. Imagine their smile, and their hands on you, the sweet things they will whisper to you about finally accepting your place.
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.