Imagine your F/O coming up behind your, and putting their arms around you, with their hands on your stomach.
They slip their hands under your shirt teasingly, coming in contact with your bare flesh. They stroke their fingers up and down your stomach, chest and sides, sending little shivers through your body .
The unmatched pleasure of going to sleep cuddling with your f/o.
Imagine your villainous or yandere FO torturing you, either with your consent or not.
(pain, injury, aftercare)
Maybe they use their hands, gloves or bare. Their knuckles strike you, raising bruises, splitting your lip and making you taste copper.
Maybe they use a whip. They strip your shirt off and give you lashes that raise bright red stinging welts.
Maybe they use knives. They trace the point across your tender flesh, just deep enough to draw blood in swirls and slashes.
Maybe they burn you, with hot pokers, or lit cigarettes. The hear searing and leaving little red marks in the wake of each press.
Whatever they do to you, it leaves you breathless and panting, sweat dripping down your body as your nerves light up.
When it’s done, your F/O coos over you, stroking your now so sensitive body gently with their fingers, even if you flinch away instinctively.
They kiss your raw and tender flesh, paying attention to all the places that they hurt you.
They brush your hair out of your face, away from your sweaty brow and kiss you there too.
And then they kiss your breathless lips, pressing themselves against your battered body, savoring the sweetness of your mouth just as they did your pain.
They tell you how much they love you.
Imagine your older age gap F/O finding you asleep in your bed. When you wake up, you discover that they have teasingly buried you in an enormous pile of stuffed animals so deep you can hardly move! As you wriggle around underneath the pile they give you an amused look and lean in and kiss you.
Or
Imagine finding your younger age gap F/O asleep in their bed. While they sleep, you teasingly bury them in an enormous pile of stuffed animals, and when they wake up they can hardly move! As they wiggle around underneath the pile you give them an amused look, and lean in and kiss them.
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 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.
Imagine being out in the snow and the cold with your F/O. The two of you stay close to one another for warmth, and as your breathe, the icy puffs of your breath intermingles in the air.