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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 villainous or warrior F/O teaching you how to use their signature weapon.
Imagine their hands on yours as they show you how to hold it. Their body against yours as they show you the proper stance.
Imagine the look of pride and satisfaction as you get better and better as they teach you.
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…
One of my most defining self shipping moments happened when I was in senior year of high school in 2004.
I had picture of Alfred Molina as Doc Ock from the then-upcoming Spider-Man 2 movie pasted on the front of my school planner. (Students at my school often displayed their celebrity crushes this way.)
A girl in my class looked at the picture and asked me why he was ‘so old and ugly’.
Anyway, Otto and my 20 year anniversary is coming up next year.
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?
Enemies to lovers self shippers:
Imagine your villainous F/O in the middle of a breakdown at the height of their scheme.
You can see them coming apart at the seams, the sweat on their brow, the manic look in their eyes, the twitch of their fingers.
As they’re ranting, you can’t stand it any more. You have to do something. But what can you do.
You grab their wrists and pull them into your arms.
Not like this, you plead. Please stop. For me.
They stare at you, unsure, and you pull them into a deep kiss.
They tremble against you as you break the kiss, and they tell you, if it’s for you, anything.
For some reason I (🔍⚔️) always think ‘i don’t have any villain f/os’, despite a bunch of my primary partners all technically being villains.
I guess because instead of being intimidated by them I just sigh shake them until they stop. It’s basically my job.
Imagine attending a masquerade ball, and meeting your villainous F/O there.
Your F/O sweeps you off your feet. They are clad in an intimidating mask and an intricate costume, as menacing as it is entircing.
They pull you into their arms, and the two of you become the center of attention for all the other dancers, the most striking couple on the floor.