Valentimes!
Come play shippy crap with me on this, the shippiest of all days! My muse list is over here and is only slightly out of date.
As anyone who has shipped with me in the past likely already knows, foot massage threads are my #1 romantic jam, but I’m down with basically anything that’s cute as shit. Smut is fair game too. Bring it on. My thirst is real.
As anyone who has shipped with me in the past likely already knows, foot massage threads are my #1 romantic jam, but I’m down with basically anything that’s cute as shit. Smut is fair game too. Bring it on. My thirst is real.

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Of course it is.
[And to prove it, he leans down to kiss the next few toes in line before looking up to gaze into Ophelia's eyes.]
I've... actually thought about doing this before. I never thought you'd enjoy it too.
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Her own feelings and his.]
You’re... [a hand moves to cover her flushed cheeks in some way] ...I think you’re the brightest star in the sky. Brighter than the noon sun and... I only hope to bask in the warmth.
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[He's speechless. Her words are like poetry. Not that different from the way she usually talks, but they sound so romantic right now.]
...Then I promise I'll shine only for you.
[Smiling softly, he runs his fingers up and down the sole of her foot briefly before leaning down to suck gently at her big toe.]
Mmm...
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There’s a few moments where Ophelia’s simply overwhelmed by the feeling— by his soft lips and tongue dragging over the skin. Enveloping her toe in the warmth of his mouth.]
W-wait! Please... I want... c-can we do this correctly?
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O-oh...! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to move so quickly.
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[She begins tugging and playing with her fingers a bit nervously.]
...at least a regular kiss? Before anything else?
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[Forrest nods, blushing and reaching over to take her hands in his.]
Well then...
[Closing his eyes, he puckers his lips, moving in closer...]
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However, her movements are hardly as smooth as it was in her imagination— feet manage to make it on the floor, but her body lunges forward, pressing up into Forrest for their lips to meet. Arms circle around his neck. Legs tangled in his lap.
There’s no denying the little giggles humming along her mouth though.]
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