Villain F/os...so So Good...they Take Over The World For You Then Kiss Kiss You Goodnight. Tell Them

Villain f/os...so so good...they take over the world for you then kiss kiss you goodnight. Tell them somebody hurt you and theyll immediately comfort you and then chase whoever hurt you. Have them be a strong leader or one of the most feared, who kisses you at night and wont let you go while sleeping because clingy and protective...villain f/o's...

Imagine, after noticing you having an off day, your F/O pulling you away from your room to look outside at the stars. Imagine how tender their hands feel on top of yours, gripping firmly enough to tell you that they won’t let go of you but softly enough that it isn’t overbearing. Imagine pointing out constellations with them (if you know any) or making some up for the fun of it! Seeing the stars reflected in your eyes and a genuine smile on your face for the first time all day (or even longer) was certainly worth the trip outside.

imagine cooking with your f/o. you're perched on the kitchen counter, a cookbook open in your lap while they're bustling around chopping vegetables and measuring out spices at your instruction ("oh god, did i say 1/2 cup?? i meant 1/4" "eh, it'll probably be fine"). imagine they give you little tastes from the pot when they stir it, insisting you have to try just a tiny bit because i don't know if i put enough salt in, is that good? does it need more? but really their heart squeezes in their chest every time you give a pleased little mm, perfect and look at them with that proud sparkle in your eyes.

imagine they put on music and the kitchen is filled with the warm, savory scent of food and your f/o's singing as they dance from place to place, checking a timer here, turning a stovetop down there, popping leftover bits from the cutting board into their mouth. you remind them before they can burn whatever's in the oven; they throw a "what would i do without you?" over their shoulder, laughing. it's safe here, a golden bubble of warmth for just the two of you to rest in. they nudge you to put just a little more in your bowl— you had a long day, surely you're hungry? they want their love to be well fed ♡ definitely not because they're itching to watch you eat their cooking and see you sated and happy and half falling asleep on their shoulder, no sir

kissing prompts

kissing your lover's knuckle before a dance

during the dance's climax, you and your lover lock eyes, and your lips met

place a kiss on your lover's nape after taking off their necklace

kissing your lover in the shower, water running on your face

your lover leans in for a kiss, but they just kiss you tenderly and pull back to see your reaction, only then to crash their lips against yours passionately

alternatively, your lover places a small kiss on the corner of your mouth before their mouth lands on yours hungrily

kissing your lover in a completely dark room, their hands in yours. no light will get in, it's only us here

your lover kisses you goodbyes as usual, but when they start going towards the door, you run towards them and give them another deep kiss

your first passionate kiss with a person. you touch your lips absently, feeling the phantom of your lover's lips

your lover ate all the caramel tartlets, so you pushed them on the couch to jokingly kiss them, and god their lips are sweet

kissing in the rain, where your hair is an entangled mess, but you both don't care. you have each other and that's enough (bonus point if it was during a thunderstorm and you cup your lover's face to make them look at you)

imagine this you had covered your lover against the enemy's arrows while they were unconscious. your back is scarred and you tried to hide it from them. but then your lover discovered it and they go feral like "why did you do this, i am not worth it" and they proceed to land soft kissed on each of your scars.

Me writing about me from my pov: She was a little pretty, and a little kind, and a little plain and quiet. She was a little of a lot of things, but a whole lot of nothing else. 

Me writing about me from my f/o’s pov: She was so unimaginably angelic, it was a miracle heaven hadn’t opened to snap her up where she belonged. She was strikingly kind, and the air of peace in her eyes made one feel calm just looking at her. It was frankly hard to speak to her, if only because it made one feel horribly flustered to do so.

advice: imagine you info dumping to your f/o. do it. imagine them smiling as they listen to you ramble and the questions they'd ask to get you to keep going. imagine them telling you that they love when you go on like this because they just love your passion. even if its something they don't *really* understand or have any stake in. you're just so enthusiastic! how can they not love you when you do that?