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 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…