Imagine your supernatural master, or villainous F/O calling you to their side.
They smirk at you and tell you to kneel.
Obediently, you knee on the floor beside them. You look up, wondering what they’ll do.
Their smirk only grows as they reach down and pet your hair with slightly condescending affection..
“Good boy.” / “Good girl.”
Even your roughest, toughest, meanest F/O wants you to be gentle with yourself when you need to rest or heal.
Even your F/O who pushes themselves until they break doesn’t want that for you.
Imagine coyly playing footsie with your shipcest F/O while the two of you are having meal with some other family members.
They don’t know about your relationship, and you and your F/O share teasing glances, hoping no one will notice.
Imagine your F/O casually singing to you.
Maybe they’re singing to you while you fall asleep, and they pet your face and hair.
Maybe a love song comes on in the car, and they sing over the lyrics, directing it right at you.
Maybe they’re far away, and they call you and sing to you so you can feel closer to them.
Maybe they put their arms around you, and sway dance with you, singing to you for the music.
Experimenting with science of kissie kissie kissie with my scientist F/O.
Imagine your villainous or yandere F/O coming up behind you and scooping their arms around you, in a way that feels almost overwhelming you.
They push you against the nearest surface and cover you with kisses.
They tell you that you are theirs, and they love you, and they want you.
Imagine grabbing your taller F/O’s wrists, standing on your tiptoes, and staring right up at them until they kiss you.
Or
Imagine your shorter F/O grabbing your wrists, standing on their tiptoes, and staring right up at you until you kiss them.
Imagine sprawling yourself across your villain F/O’s lap as they sit, and they pet you like the stereotypical image of a bad guy and their cat.
Imagine your tsundere F/O wanting a kiss from you but refusing to actually come out and say it.
They get more and more cutely pouty and huffy until you finally scoop them up and cover them with kisses. They might protest, but you can tell they’re so happy.
An F/O relationship with that “I just can’t quit you, and damn have I tried” energy.