#um. whoopsies lmao

[dxppercxdxver]

i like my life this way and i don't know if i want it to change i have a void between my legs, and i imagine my insides are black shielded from the light but the outside gets some sun when i let it

[*shoots your chosen men with my lesbian beam* uh oh. anyway here's the result of several days of Deranged rambling with @chiropteracupola about sharpe but imagine they were women. maybe even butch women. imagine.]

[thee-ratbaby]

@kirinidkbro mercy x reader request! ♡ it ended up a little hurt/comfort in the beginning, but I hope you like it ♡

Mercy - Healing Hands

Your body moved before you could really think about what you were doing; you heard the crack of a gun coming from behind and your first instinct was to run to her. Angela's side hit the ground, making her twist quickly back up to her feet, gasping your name in shock and frustration. That died when she saw the blood pooling beneath you. Before blackness overtook your vision, you saw her face, haloed in light, kneeling above you. You thought in that moment, she really did look like an angel.

It wasn't your first time in the infirmary. Far from it, in fact. It seemed like you were there every other day for some bump or bruise or cut that was, in theory, completely avoidable. Some other agents had teased you, saying you went just to see the good doctor, which you denied (although it was certainly a bonus).

Your least favorite part was the look you got every time you passed through the doors.

Mercy would smile at you first, warm and welcoming, but upon seeing you cradle your wrist or limping across the room her face would fall into something more akin to a disappointed parent and she would start in on you. "You need to be more careful." "Again? This is the third time this week and it's only Tuesday!" "I've never met anyone so clumsy".

It was particularly cutting when she made an insinuation about your affectiveness on missions. It made your stomach clench and your eyes sting. That day, you didn't stay to joke and make small talk: you took the bandage and left as quickly as you could.

This time, when you opened your eyes, the bright lights of a surgical setting blinded you. A groan wracked your lungs, nearly making you wheeze, but it was enough for Angela to realize you had regained consciousness and she bolted to your side. Sweat had plastered her hair to her forehead, and dark circles crept under her eyes. Spatters of blood decorated her coat sleeves. Your blood, you realized dimly. Turning your head, there was a surgical tray to the side, carrying instruments and a single red smeared bullet, misshapen from impact.

"What on earth were you thinking?!" Mercy all but shouted, a hand coming up to wipe her forehead. Her voice cracked and she looked frantic. "You're lucky it just hit your shoulder, but hitting your head on the stone when you fell was so much more dangerous! You could have brain damage! I need to check if you're concussed, why the hell would you-"

"We couldn't complete the mission without you," you spoke quietly. Angela reeled back in shock. "I'm... I always get hurt anyway. At least I could do something good with it, this time." She didn't seem to understand what you had said for a second, just opening and closing her mouth like a fish.

"Do some good with it... by dying?" You winced at her tone, accusatory and hurt somehow.

"I didn't die," you pointed out, "thanks to you."

Angela sighed. "Yes. Once again I save a vital member of overwatch."

You snort at that, "Someone else got shot, too?" The doctor gives you a withering look.

"Y/n," she starts. "You saved my life. You do incredible things-"

"When I'm not falling on my ass or knocking my self out." You mumble.

Mercy sits on the edge of your bed, gently taking your hands in hers.

"You haven't just saved my life, y/n. Your work has helped so many people, not just civilians but even around the base. Do you understand that? You're important to us. To me."

Your heart ached at her words. The two of you weren't strangers to flirting, but neither of you had been so bold before.

"You're important- to me, too, I mean," you managed to choke out, anxiety suddenly clogging your throat. Angela scooted towards you on the bed.

"When I saw you there, I thought- I would never be able to-" There was agony in her eyes that you'd never seen before and guilt bowed your shoulders.

"I'm sorry," you murmured as she pulled herself closer to you. You could feel her breath on your face now, and it smelt like coffee and a hint of fruit and toothpaste. "I'm so sorry. I just couldn't stand to see you get hurt. I couldn't. I would rather-"

Her lips silenced you, keeping you from speaking the word she didn't want to hear. You were here, with her, and you were both going to be ok.

She pulled away with a soft breath, burying her face in your neck where the bullet didn't hit.

"You won't ever, not on my watch." Angela left gentle kisses on your skin, making goosebumps roll across your arms. You wondered if you were dreaming still unconscious, if maybe this was the last vision before you died out there on the field.

But her hands were warm at the hem of your papery surgical gown and the flesh around her waist was soft where you put your hands, and when she shoved her white coat off you could see the flush of her face and the intense look she fixated on you.

You wouldn't mind dying here, with her.

A soft 'can i?' Leaves her lips, her fingers gently pulling the gown up and you nod vigorously. She pulls it up over your thighs, your stomach, your breasts, moving carefully over the stitches she put in your shoulder and brushing her thumb under the angry red of the wound.

"You've done so much for me," Angela whispers, pushing herself up on the bed to straddle the lower part of your thighs. "I want to thank you. Properly."

For some reason, that was what made your face heat up. She had seen your body before, had touched you before but it was always under the guise of healing, brushing her hands over a bruise or a scrape. But this? Putting her hands on you intentionally, firm pressure on your skin dragging down your chest, it made you tremble. Her skin was calloused from years of work, surgeries and battlefield medicine, paperwork and residency, but she was being so gentle.

You let out little "ah, ah" breaths, just less than moans while her fingers toyed with your nipples and massaged the soft mounds of your breasts. Angela pulled you into another kiss like she was breathing into you, filling your lungs with her air, and you drowned in her without hesitation. She moved around you cautiously, aware of the limited range of your injured arm when you reached to touch her back, shifting closer so you could reach your fingers up her shirt, undoing buttons until you touched the soft material of her bra.

"Dr. Zeigler," you gasped when she pulled back from the kiss to shrug her shirt off and reach back to unhook her bra. She laughed at that, giving a mischievous smile as her bra straps slid down her shoulders.

"I think we are a little past formalities, y/n."

You chuckle, laying your hands on her hips to look at her. She was beautiful, soft skin, smooth and pale, only a few scars marring it. You wanted to memorize it, to map it out so that you could dream about every detail, but Mercy had other plans.

She tilted her face up, one finger under your chin, and pressed another kiss to your lips.

"There is much I want to do, have been wanting to do, but not while you're in here. But-" she holds up a hand, interrupting your pout, "I can't still show some... gratitude... in other ways."

She scoots back on your legs, pulling the paper thin blanket back with her to reveal your thighs and hips.

"Just a little something," she whispers, kissing under your ear as she dragged her fingers delicately down your stomach to the wristband of your panties, playing with the elastic while you trembled. She ran the fingers of her free hand through the hair on the nape of your neck, scratching gently, and pushed her fingers down past the curls of your public hair, over your mound until they were able to tease your slick lips.

You let out a tiny gasp, and wrap your arms around her shoulders to pull her close. Angela grins against your lips.

"I'm happy to see you want this as much as I do." She teases, tracing your labia slowly, the pads of her fingers and the blunt tip of her nails making warmth fill your body. You can only respond by pulling her back into a kiss, your tongue licking softly into her mouth.

Her fingers find your clit, and your back arches into her. Mercy coos at you and pets your hair, kissing and sucking down the side of your neck while you writhe under her touch. Underneath you, the cot creaks with your movements and you're dimly aware that someone could come investigate, but then Angela moves her free hand to play with your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple in time with her stokes of your clit and all thoughts are expelled from your brain except yes, please, more, Angela

Heat coils in your stomach and you toss your head back with a gasp, letting Mercy lay you back against the wall as she continues. Her head dips lower, taking advantage of your position to suck your other nipple into her mouth, moving her fingers faster against your clit, small, quick circles making your hips jerk futility against her.

"Aaah-a-Angel-aaaa" you barely gasp out her name as you cum, breathing heavy as her fingers work you through your orgasm before slowing. Her hand not in your panties strokes your chest, your shoulders, moves you to stroke your hair, as she gently shushes you, kissing the corner of your mouth as you twitch with after shocks.

You feel her weight shift off of your lap and open your eyes- when had you closed them?- and watch her clean her fingers on her discarded white coat. It was going to be washed anyway, you guessed, your mind fuzzy and warm as she lays her head on your shoulder. You stroke her bare side to the waistband of her pants.

"I want to-" you begin, fingers playing with the button on her slacks. But she just laughs and turns your head to kiss her again.

"When you're healed," she promises between kisses, "I have so much in store for you."

[sonic-adventure-3]

oh god i draw i completely forgot about that

[lampert3008]

"Someone should really clean those floor buttons..."

[ OOC ]

hey freaks, welcome to the lampert regretevator blog. i'm finally getting around to making a funky scuffed little intro post to pin, so feel free to join me below the cut to read a whole bunch of nonsense

WHERE AM I? WHAT IS THIS?

okay first of all, calm down

This is an ask/RP blog based off of Lampert from the Roblox game Regretevator. Though, keep in mind it won't be 100% canon, and will both be sprinkled with my own headcanons and also occasionally out of character for Lampert because, shockingly, I am not Lampert Real Life™ and do not know how he would react to everything. I try my best though.

Lampert uses primarily he/him pronouns, but sometimes I sprinkle in some he/they in there. as a treat

I'll try my best to respond to asks with drawings, although I am very fragile old man and am decaying with each passing second so sometimes it is difficult for me to get myself to draw

(i am sixteen years old) (i also have a very shit memory and will forget that i have asks to answer whoopsies) (i may be 16 but i feel like my bones are going to fold in on themselves like a lawn chair and wither away at any given moment constantly)

i'll try to remember to tag asks as #lampertasks and non-asks as #lampposts (haha get it) or #ooc if i'm talking to YOU. (im get you.)

WHO ARE YOU?

heya, i'm ray, the owner of this blog, i do not have a main blog and you have no proof, nor will you find it. if i. um. if i had one, i mean. which i dont. don't go look for it. because you. wont. find anything. um. yeah

i am genderfluid and use all pronouns, i am the master of pronouns, the pronoun wizard one could say, simply refer to me. full stop

please do not sex me i am a minor (i yearn i yearn i yearn for the tunnels the coal the coal the mines i yearn i yearn for black lung i yearn please put me in the mines please give me a pickaxe i am mentally stable and can be trusted with big sharp objects)

do not sex lampert either. you cannot fuck the lamp i forbid it

if you try i will lock you in the Dungeon for seven thousand years

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

as i already mentioned, do not try and fuck lampert or you will face the consequences, lampert may be an adult but i am not

sex jokes are fine though. to a point. just dont be creepy. be funny or Die (/hj)

i have no opinions on shipping content, i will probably not take it seriously and will shitpost with most of it. i mean of course i have regretevator ships i enjoy, like come on im a tumblr user what do you expect from me, but i doubt i'll insert them into this blog unless it's for The Funny (or if it's my partner's Unpleasant blog. but that also classifies as being for The Funny)

i'm totally cool with roleplay asks from other RP blogs, canon or OCs, and will respond in-character. i mean like, this blog is connected with three other regretevator RP blogs so i don't see why not

aforementioned three other regretevator blogs:

@displeazinggradient

@sk8tr1101

@detectivebive

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME? ARE YOU GOING TO HURT ME?

yeah lmao

[cloudcountry]

xelucio helping each other improve but like accidentally cuz lucio drags me around to have fun making me learn to be self indulgent in a while, and i just constantly praise him when he does something positive which makes him wanna do it more

um anyway idk why i dumped my brainrot onto you whoopsies

IM SORRY BUT I JUST PICTURED LUCIO AS A DOG WAGGING HIS TAIL FOR UR ATTENTION AND PRAISE LMAO

[tonycamonte]

actually freddie life update time ^__^

graduating hs this year (scary) + class started on tuesday ermm im still unemployed... um i went 2 the city just with my friend + nobody else for the first time 2 weeks ago (this sounds ridiculous but you have to understand its an hour and a half commute i live on an island + i cant drive lmao. im just a countryboyy) + she got mad at me because i was so bad at reading the bus schedules ❤️<- guy who has not taken a Big City bus in 11 years. what else i went to another party we had it in the middle of a provincial park and it sucked really bad so i left at 12 but everyone who stayed said it was more fun after that so whoopsie but idgaf it was lame. uhhh i wanted to be in earth science but i ended up in environmental science instead and it was realllly annoying (my teacher was weird + a specific type of hippie i dont really like And it was right after genocide studies so kind of two downers in a row. also she made us watch prince ea videos) so i got my counselor to change me into philosophy 12 but now i regret it because its too hard -__- so that was not smart but whatever. also ive been kind of slightly inactive but for like no reason i just dont feel like it. anyway my best friend came back from the camp she worked at all summer + its bumming me out because i didnt see her + everything + she is always talkin about how she likes her camp friends more than her friends here and its like damaging my fragile little ego............ and i dont have any classes with anyone i know and im LONELY. im so lonely you guys how am i going to survive the rest of my life without my three friends ive had since the dawn of time but also i believe in myself 🕊️ and my best friends are also kind of mean but its like whatever theyre all moving out in 5 to 12 months and theyll all be either in the city or literally on the other side of the planet. supposedly. this was so miserable sorry i am actually doing really good i got into the culinary arts program again + its so fun i love the chefs like our head chef is like top ten people ive ever met in my life hes soooo nice. + i have my favourite english teacher next semester so awesome because i thought id never have him again because i was so incredibly annoying to him in 9th grade. + im smarter now + like marginally more committed to school so maybe i can write an essay that doesnt suck ass this time ! what elseee i graduated french immersion + next year at some point im going to quebec + the us east coast because ive only been to california washington oregon + idaho and im like a fake fan. of the united states of america. also ive never been to another canadian province so really im more a fake fan of canada but thats ok by me. also i have been writing more and im having fun. OKAY THATS ALL I LOVE YOU FOREVER ESPECIALLY IF YOU READ THIS GOOBYE !!!!!

[twildflower]

Long awaited doodle dump lmaooo its cut off bc i have some i want to spotlight and they make the post too long n i dont wanna like clog up peoples tl :3

Also mature tag is bc i talk abt some rlly uh fucked up stuff under cut

This is like um sorry i was in a silly goofy chinese mode whoopsies i did translate it tho its not direct translation bc uh chinese and english diff umm its kinda weird in english it’s actually more like green saying did gold teach you that again but i like my personal translation better also look at my handwriting that every single person ive known in my life say is ugly as fuck wooooooo

Hehe Silver in Golds clothes and Reds hat :3 i like this alot i was gonna add gold and red as you can see but i didnt finish yet I’ll probably repost it when i draw it

バニバニガール！i love すりぃ’s バニー go check it out its a really fun song about bunny (girl)s also damn. That hand. It does not look like its drawn by me.

Cutoff here theres a few doodles im not too proud of/not very uh rated e for everyone/random doodles so they will be under the cut B)

Silver with like ribbon tied on his hair :3

This is based off like a pixiv artist’s regold drawings of like red taking gold’s eye n eating it or smth im very interested in like this specific. Uh. Thing. Niche? Idk i just like the idea of like. Hehe. Stolen eye or smth sorry im very sick in the head :3 i see alot of like amputation and other weird stuff on pixiv too from like all the fandoms ive been in but thats not really my thing i really like this eye thing tho okay what the hell im marking this thing as mature im talking abt way too mature stuff

Eerr random eye doodle that turned into a full thing but i wanted to draw goggles too so eh its not very correct tho lmao also hi yes my ugly ass handwriting again i think its fine as long as its not unintelligible yk I don’t know why like everyone i know well most people say its bad like. Grow up at least its readable >:(

This one makes me want to mark this post as mature but ehhhh nah ‘s fine i think. This was written before the second one sorry. I will just be fr now I have been drawing so many like this kinda faces and sometimes anatomy poses bc!!!! I am drawing. Cool. This is just the one that looks better after a few practices lol. :3 Also i like drew the small part of the hair somewhere but idk where’s that paper my whole school binder is just fucking messy af bc i keep going thru where my doodles are. So yeah that thing is probably never going to be found again until i throw papers away or study for exams which is like a month later i think idk im gonna kms i hate maths im so failing mathswhy is it functions i dont understand shit

The fucking maid day doodle thing its so fucking ugly lmaooooo pls im gonna die

Sorry i did not realized i rambled so much under almost every doodle im very scatterbrained im actually so sorry i dont know why i do this im going to fucking cry i do this with literally anything even in schoolwork okay its so laye i haeto sleep maybe ill edit the long brambles out on laptop tmr my phone is lagging the shit out

[radioisnotdead]

I've got one for all of you if you could visit/meet any of the other deadly sins and have a day of doing whatever with them who would you choose and why?

Since Charlie and lucifer have already meet them I'm going to twist it a little for them, for charlie out aunts and uncles among the sins who's your favourite and for luci who amongst the sins do you get along with most or tolerate the most should we say?

oh totally asmodeus, he'd probably like my work lmao. big on consent too, apparently?

(god my heart.. I love angel sm <33)

belphegor seems like a chill guy, definitely one of the least threatening

Satan.

alright edgelord whats your reasoning for that

Seems like a challenge.

HAHA HE'D RIP YOU TO FUCKING PIECES BITCH

Can confirm.

Oh hey Satan

Hi Lucifer

So um

How's the wife?

In heaven

Ah.

Rip man

Yeah

...

..fucking hell that's awkward

this is hilarious holy shit

Well, that's not how I expected that to go.

UH OKAY AUNTS UNCLES UMMMMM

asmodeus..? I haven't seen him in yeaaaars but he's actually really sweet for the literal embodiment of lust :D

--Okay bye Satan. Huh? Oh! Yeah, Ozzie's pretty nice! He seems to have softened up a little, last time I saw him. I think he's got a partner now? Well, he says it's only a sex thing, but he's really affectionate towards him. I probably shouldn't be talking about this though, it's not my business, WHOOPSIES

but yeah asmodeus is my favourite of the other six :)

[shopwitchvamp]

lmao so a lot happened today (Spirit Halloween photo supply trip for Jester x Wizard collection, for one thing) and uhhhhhhhh I FORGOT TO MAKE ANY TIME TO FIND/COUNT THINGS FOR THE STEALTH RESTOCK. so.. um.. I guess it will go up tomorrow! whoopsie

Heads up: We're gonna be gone next week so there won't be a restock this Thursday! Instead I'm gonna do a tiny stealth restock tomorrow (Oct. 9th) of some random stuff I only have a few pieces of, as well as releasing what're left of our red petticoats. 👍 Next true shop drop will be October 19th with Jester x Wizard goodies. So get ready for that!!

[saltpepperbeard]

when i’m scrolling through tumblr to show my parents pictures of the con and i fORGET THERE’S LOWKEY HIGHKEY EVERLARK PORN ON MY DASH LOL

[bonefall]

actually, i think we should let snowbird take over shadowclan. i hope she has MORE kittens in asc

kidding lol

but i'm wondering how you deal with the snowbird/scorchfur dilemma. because scorch is confirmed the father of her first litter, but... he is an apprentice during that time. so. um

my personal reasoning/headcanon for this is that snowbird is actually ratscar's baby sister, and he raised her after their parents died, because as far as i remember snow didn't show up until po3 (i could be wrong though). so she's the same age as the shadowclan apprentice group during that time. the one where all the cats with the cool names die off lmao

but i digress. basically in my personal warrior cats canon, snowpaw and scorchpaw have a whoopsie litter, and snowbird is given her warrior name early so she's technically not an apprentice in the nursery. after clover, berry, and ripple are older she finishes up her training so she has the warrior skills, and scorchfur gets his warrior name

i'm just tired of the weird age gaps lol so i decided to not do that lol

but yeah what's snowbird up to in your rewrite? she's my current background character obsession lmao

Snowbird more like NOBIRD, I AM SENDING YOU TO THE VET, NO MORE KITTENS TO PLAGUE MY DREAMS

I think I'll deal with the age gap by just pushing Scorchfur back in age! I do really like your idea that they were apprentices together who had an accident litter, but ShadowClan doesn't get a lot of focus in PO3 so I don't know if I could handle that concept with the gravitas it deserves, you get me?

Besides, Ratscar is already going to be a senior warrior by the time they get to the lake. I don't know if I want his parents to have that final litter after the journey; I'm thinking they died fighting BloodClan leaving a newborn kit behind, which leads to Ratscar raising her.

Or she could be his niece... it will depend on how old Amberleaf becomes after I straighten out the timeline. Ratscar will either be the brother of Appledapple (Applefur TF), or her oldest son.

(Tallpoppy's Applekit will probably be named after Appledapple as well; Tallpoppy was probably her apprentice.)

I'm thinking that I might give Scorchfur the high honor of being a son of Tangleburr, born before or during the journey to the Lake. That would help to fix the age gap by a lot.

If he's born before, he might be the brother of Talonpaw and Smokepaw, but I also like the idea that the clans have to take a rest with the Tribe to gather supplies (and develop some relationships, basically a filler for breathing room), during which Tangleburr gives birth to Scorch.

[lacharcutiere]

earn it. [nsfw 18+, sakusa kiyoomi]

1.7k words

✯haikyū!! masterlist✯

no thoughts head empty just,,, just omi never rly speaking to u much and then all of a sudden starting to send u more and more suggestive snaps

until u crack and ask him to please rearrange ur guts

and he tells u to fucking EARN IT ahsjhfhsbd

tings // sexting, oral (m! receiving), fingering, some cumplay/cum eating, creampie, squirting, dirty talk, honorifics (omi-san), degradation, manhandling, no prep, overstim ofc, stoic big dick omi<3

man i meant for this to be a short lil thirsty drabble but um nvm i guess oops, omi’s j so fuckin sexy i can’t help it LMAO also the way this starts may or may not be based on something that actually happened also would it rly be a smut by me if there wasn’t any overstim? a dude asked me what kinda stuff i was into and literally without any hesitation i said overstim whoopsies

☾𓆙𓂻

— SNAPCHAT 10:48 PM // from Sakusa Kiyoomi

you give it a couple minutes before opening up the app to see what he’s sent, lightly biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

it’s omi from the shoulders up, shirtless, curls damp and pushed out of his face, a running shower head visible behind him. you inhale sharply and send him a snap back, of you smiling gently with your lips parted and your thumb between your teeth.

you get a response minutes later. he's out of the shower now—it's a mirror pic, hand in his hair and towel wrapped low around his hips. you almost whimper, and then you notice the tiny text in the top right corner, so small you almost can't read it. lemme fuck until my cum is pouring out of u. holy shit. you snap back immediately: yeah i'll let u.

he responds, earn it.

what do you want me to do?

surprise me

fuck.

okay

frustratingly, you can't think of anything right away, and he leaves your last snap opened without a response. each breath you take tingles in your stomach and you squeeze your thighs together. it hits you suddenly how exhausted you are, and before you can think of any way to convince omi that you deserve for him to use you until you can’t move, your eyelids grow too heavy to keep open.

it seems he’s forgotten about what he said by the next day, back to the usual sparse snapping back and forth throughout the day without any conversation. it’s like that the next couple days, too, until one night he snaps you back and it’s not his pretty face, but the waistband of his boxers peeking past a pair of grey sweats and the distinct outline of his half hard dick just past that. and you can’t take it.

please fuck me

thought i told u to earn it

fuck it. you open up the chat, unable to think of any sort of photo that would do well to accompany what you’re about to say. a nude would be tacky, but a photo of just your face would mess up the tone. omi, you type. he reads it immediately but doesn’t respond, waiting for you to continue.

omi, i want u

ok and?

please fuck me i’m nice n tight n i promise i’ll do whatever u want, i’ll call u daddy or let u cum in my mouth or my pussy or whatever as many times as u want, pls just use me

he types for an awfully long time before his next message comes through, and you wonder why because it’s incredibly short: it’s his address, and be here at 10.

you know how pissed omi'd be if you're late, and though you contemplate how he'd be if, on top of everything else, you put him in a bad mood, you show up six minutes early. when he answers the door, there's a sheen of moisture on his skin and he smells faintly of sweat. he's been working out. the scent is almost sugary and you suppress the urge to get a taste of it.

"'m gonna go shower," he says, completely unfazed by your presence. "you can sit down wherever." as much as you want to ask if you can join him, you do what he says.

he returns ten minutes later, shirtless and in those damn grey sweatpants. without a word, he takes you by the wrist and pulls you into his room. once the door's shut, he doesn't waste another second stripping you down to just your panties, smashing his mouth to yours as his hands grab roughly at your breasts and roam up and down your thighs, backing you up against the wall, hesitating a moment, and then flipping around so that it's his back resting against it.

the hand that's pinching at your nipples moves to your shoulder and pushes down roughly, forcing you to your knees, face to face with the erection hiding in his sweats.

"suck," he says simply, and you pull the waistband down just far enough to give yourself full access to his cock. it's thicker than you expected, but before you have time to wonder whether it's all gonna fit, he takes advantage of the fact that your jaw is hanging slightly open and thrusts into your mouth. "i said, suck."

"mmph," you respond, and pull back enough to flick your tongue against his slit before taking him as far into your throat as you can manage. he inhales sharply and leans his head back against the wall, and you don't miss the low groan that escapes him when you choke a little. one of your hands comes up to squeeze gently at his heavy balls while the other snakes its way between your legs, desperate to relieve the fluttering feeling low in your belly.

omi's breathing becomes shallower as you continue to bob your head, pressing your tongue up against the underside of his dick, and he surprises you by pulling away just before he finishes. you stay kneeling, mouth open wide and expecting him to cum in it, but you're too distracted by the pretty flush on his cheeks and shoulders to realize that that's not his intention until you feel a warmth dripping down your chest, right between your tits.

he grabs your jaw and pulls you to your feet, eyes never leaving the white line traveling towards your belly button. with a quick swipe, he collects it on his thumb and presses it roughly into your mouth, wiping it against your tongue. "don't swallow," he says, "show me first." you oblige, sticking your tongue as far out as it will go, and he gives a satisfied nod and a low exhale. "'kay, you can swallow."

you do and immediately feel his lips against yours again, tongue dipping into your mouth to confirm that you haven't let a drop of his cum go to waste. his hands travel down your sides, gripping firmly at your hips, and you feel your feet leave the ground as you're tossed onto his bed. he trails his fingers down your sides with a feather-light touch that makes you squeeze your thighs together, but he forces them back open with his other hand, shaking his head.

"i'm the only one who gets to make you cum, okay?"

your breath hitches as you nod.

"okay?" he repeats.

"yes, daddy."

"mm-mm," he shakes his head again, "not daddy. omi-san."

"yes, omi-san."

"'s it."

you gasp as you’re flipped onto your stomach, breasts squished against a pillow. your panties are pulled off roughly and he captures both your wrists in one hand, holding them behind your back. he lifts your hips, propping you up on your knees, and says, “i hope you know what you’ve started.”

he thrusts his full length into you and you almost scream; it hurts, pushing past where you can take and pressing up against your cervix. he gives something between a grunt and a laugh and breathes, “you were right.”

your response is muffled, your face squished into the mattress. “what?”

“you were right. nice and tight.”

“o-oh,” is all you can think to say as he pulls back a little and thrusts back in, his other free hand reaching around you to tease at your clit. his fingers are so light against it that they’re barely there, and you melt into him. “fuck, omi-san…” you squeeze around his cock, the circles the massages over your clit distracting you from the pain of how much he’s stretching you out.

he groans, “mmh,” and begins to move faster, stuffing you full and brushing against all the right places as he moves back and forth.

“omi-san,” you whine, “feels good.”

“yeah?”

“hmmph!”

“good girl,” he says, and you swear you can hear him smile, “look at you, taking my whole cock without any prep.” he releases your hands and holds you by the waist, pulling you up so that your back is resting against his chest and his lips have easier access to your neck. he notices the dampness of tears on your cheeks and his mind goes blank; you look like an angel, crying from how good he’s fucking you. he can’t help but to tease you about it.

“awh, pretty girl, what are the tears for? ‘s it not enough for you?”

“mm-mm,” you sob as his arm warps around your shoulders from behind, “‘s good, fuck, i love it.”

“what was that?” he taunts.

“love it, omi-san, love your cock!”

“yeah?” he’s panting now, hips rutting into you at breakneck speed. you squeeze around him again. “yeah? are you gonna cum, princess?”

“ah— mhm!”

“yeah? fuck, so tight, gonna let me cum inside? gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up like a good little slut?”

“omi-san!” you cry out, his words pushing you over the edge, leaving you trembling in his arms, body going limp with pure bliss. “is that a yes?”

“hah!” it makes him smile, how he’s got you so fucked out you can’t even speak. your messy sobs only serve to spur him on, thrusting deep into you a few more times before he finally spills over, warm cum seeping into you and making your breath catch.

he reaches for your clit again before you can tell him you can’t, it’s too much, you need a minute, and though your thighs instantly crush together against his hand, it doesn’t stop him. “omi!” you shriek.

“you said something?”

“omi-san!”

“yes?”

“stop— stop, gonna, fuck, gonna make a mess!” 

“yeah?” he says. “so make one. all over my bed, filthy little princess.”

you convulse, grasping frantically at his arm and whimpering as you gush onto his hand, able to feel his dick throb inside you as he groans at the feeling of wetness dripping onto your thighs and the sheets below you.

he pulls out and flips you onto your back, caging you between his arms, bringing his lips next to your ear. “gonna fuck another load into you,” he says, “but this time i wanna see you.”

[lizardkingeliot]

Happy Wednesday, everyone! I’m here with another teeny snippet from the first chapter of part 3 of the time cast a spell on you series. I’m about 11.5k into the rough draft right now and I think I’ll be wrapping it up in another 2k or so??? Honestly this first chapter was going to be much longer but I decided to cut a scene off of the end and push it into chapter two for pacing reasons lol.

If you’re not already reading my fic series you definitely should give it a shot because this is going to be a very fun (and very very horny lmao) third installment. And also probably much longer than originally planned, but... listen. When have these boys ever once cooperated or had any consideration for my word count?

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this little teaser! This will probably be the last WIP Wednesday post from me until I have this chapter edited and posted (hopefully) sometime next month. 💖

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Hours later, in the kitchen, Quentin wrapped his arms around Eliot from behind and snuggled close. Burying his face right between those firm, familiar shoulders, mumbling—“Is there really a giant tent for fucking at this festival you’re taking me to?”

Eliot’s knife ceased its chopping at once, and he let it fall down onto the cutting board with the softest thud. “You’ve, um—” Slowly, he turned himself inside the fold of Quentin’s arms. “You’ve been researching.”

Quentin smiled, shook his head, his arms around Eliot’s middle going tighter. “Talking to Julia, actually.”

Eliot sighed, touching Quentin on the slope of his neck. “Right,” he said. “I probably should have mentioned I knew they were going too, hm?”

“It’s okay,” Quentin said with a laugh and a shake of his head. “Julia told me weeks ago, I guess I just… forgot.”

Eliot grinned, pinching the swell of his bottom lip between his teeth. “Whoopsie,” he teased, and leaned down, kissing Quentin right in the center of his brow. “Well, Julia is right. There is indeed a giant tent for fucking at Encanto, my love.”

Quentin ran his palms along the dip of Eliot’s back through his shirt. “And would I be right to assume this giant fuck tent is a bigger on the inside situation, or…”

[phoebehalliwell]

on the subject of crackships.

in a prue lives, phoebeleo piperkyle pruecole paigeandy au (in which paige meets them in s1) how do u see it playing out and ALSO. do u see them all having kids still. this is so random i am so sorry (also i don't mean they have to be set from the get go and never get w anyone else but these would hypothetically be endgame)

i mean with phoebeleo like hard yes like in s2 when they're watching the baby at the end everyone's like phoebe ik you're gonna be a great mom you're gonna have like a million and one kids like mark my words and phoebe's real smitten about it like wow u really think you : ) i'd like to. guess i should probably find a guy first tho huh. but if that guy's already there bc it's leo and he's been here since season one i think they are easily first to have kids and first to get a full power of three the other three is definitely like another can of worms bc like.

okay so for paigeandy obvi we're starting andy's an old childhood friend of the halliwell's for the sake of cleanliness did not date any of them (if we're going messy tho dated prue hooked up once or twice with phoebe (not while dating prue, but neither of them ever mentioned it around prue bc well. yikes.) And piper had a major crush on andy for like. a decade. from ages 13 to 23) and he's a cop and does. stuff idk helps people and this lands him frequently in bed with social services which is. consistently. a pain in the ass. and he doesn't try to hold it against them bc they're clearly understaffed underpaid there's a lot to do but um jesus. and everyone in the precinct Hates having to go over there to do stuff bc you're just standing in the lobby drinking bad coffee for fifty minutes before you can even get a word in with the work and unlucky andy he drew the short straw ends up at social services and who should he meet there if not this gorgeous but really scatterbrained berkeley grad with a mouth like a sailor and a heart of gold and now um there's no need to draw straws at the station because andy straight up volunteers to go to social services just to see paige which she notices of course because like. were you jinxed or something? cursed? i've never known someone to draw the short straw so many times. and andy's like no i just um. like being hands on with my work i don't like leaving up to some dumb rookie with bad luck and paige is like oh don't worry i promise it is still being left to some dumb rookie with bad luck i mean i am right here blah blah blah banter conversation hint at a tragic backstory give it half a season and then it's official bf/gf shit and as far as charmed goes it's a prophecy about four sisters and the halliwells are like phew. dodged a bullet there lmao. until they do something only charmed ones could do and they're like Wait. Fuck. Is There A Fourth Sister Out There? so they find paige within the first hmm ten episodes or so.

so since we have both s1 phoebeleo and paigeandy i'd say they'd be on the fastest track but i feel like paige does have a lot more issues when it comes to getting married and having kids than phoebe does regardless i think by s4 they're married on track to have kids with pruecole we're doing the s3 introduction and the enemies to lovers arc we seal that with either a wedding at the very end of s4 or at the very beginning of s5 however kids is like. like they both want kids but prue has daddy issues and cole has mommy issues not to mention the charmed one/demon hybrid so they need to do some soul searching on that one. prue's probably pregnant by the end of s5 and has her baby halfway thru s6. paige may or may not have had kids at this point if they did they were kind of a whoopsies baby but she and andy r embracing it with open arms.

piperkyle imo is peak in a divorce/widower era it's been pitched like piperkyle au where he's not fucking insane piperkyle au where she's not brokenhearted piperkyle au where they're both normal happy people who then meet but like. nah. the appeal of them to me really is being the broken fucked up human being and feeling like you're kinda just gonna stay broken and fucked up bc you had your shot and you blew it so now you're here get used to it and then to have someone to meet someone who sees you so genuinely as you are that at first it's disgusting leave me alone i hate you but out of that just honest sight grows familiarity and comfort and before you even realized it happened love and jfc i'm in love with them???? but you realize that you're always happier when they're around you want to stay by their side and you don't even have to wonder if they feel the same because you just know they do because you Know each other and you don't have to wait for them to turn and run once they see who you really are because they know who you are they've known from the start saw the ugly the broken and vile and looked past that and saw the beauty and genuine love underneath like 🗣‼🗣‼🗣‼🗣‼. piperkyle consistently makes me insane. So. in order to hit this. we're bringing in dan. that's right, from season two to six (maybe just five but i'd like to have the pruecole arc wrapped up in a nice bow by the time we open up the next enemies to lovers) piper and dan give a relationship the old college try going from the honeymoon phase to the cringe failmarriage stage until it's eventually just time to call it quits like you literally can't move forward. so because of the delayed start piperkyle would def be the last to have kids but because this is a long slowburn full of character development and just like. vulnerable bonding moments i think that once they go official as a couple wedding and kids are not far off on the horizon i think if we close out a season (a hypothetical 9 or 10) with them getting together for the first time then we gotta burn some miles on the freak out denial stage because i always think that's funny that'll last half a season? maybe a third. and then by the end of the season we're looking at a wedding. by the end of the following season they def have a kid

superlatives!

most fashionable couple: pruecole

most likely to name their kids after dead relatives: piperkyle

most likely to break p tradition: paigeandy

most chill about dating a charmed one: phoebeleo (andy kyle & cole would all be way too willing to throw themselves into danger, leo trusts phoebe's foresight and knows when he needs to sit on the sidelines. it is a lesson all the other men still struggle with)

bonus round!

best bromance: 1st place: leoandy 2nd place: leocole 3rd place: colekyle

[wndrcarol]

daddy’s favorite | ceo!c.d. | part 3

part one | part two

summary: working for your fathers company has its perks. But one of those perks is being able to gain connections.

a/n: okay this time I made sure to put the ‘keep reading’ tab bc it completely flew over my head adding it to pt.2 whoopsie. Alrighty, so this chapter we really start uh ,, getting into it 👀 some teasing bc why tf not

also! again, if you’d like to be added to the taglist for ‘daddy’s favorite’ then just let me know and I’ll be more than glad to add you!

au: CEO

pairings: Carol Danvers x F!Reader

other characters in chap.: Tony Stark (father)

warnings: nothing serious but some closeness ahem lmaO

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Carol kept trying. Almost everyday it felt like. She would call your office, asking for info on the company to add to her records for the new deal and then would proceed to ask you out. Everytime you declined, even though you wanted to accept badly.

You thought if you kept her on edge about her asking you out, it would be a bit fun to just keep the confident blonde on her toes for a while. But, each time you fought with yourself to keep cool and not accept. But today was different.

Once again, Carol called asking for a certain file information to which you complied in giving to her. Then came her daily question.

“Still deciding on that date?” She asked through the phone as you smiled lightly, closing the paper folder infront of you. You could here her pen tapping on the table over the phone, anxiously waiting for your response, hoping today would be the day you’d say yes.

“I’ll go” you said, making Carol freeze. She didn’t know what to say next. She thought you’d give your answer of “I don’t know yet” or “things are so busy, I need more time” but she was stunned at your two words.

“You-“ she started, clearing her throat and composing herself before continuing, “you will?” She asked, feeling a bit giddy knowing you said yes.

“Yes, unless you don’t want me to anymore then-“ you said, smirking into the phone, playing along a bit more.

“No, no! Of course I do” she said, cutting you off as she felt a smile grow on her face. “Only took you a bit of time to say yes” she chuckled, smiling into the phone and playing with the phone cord. There she was, the smug Carol you partially began to adore.

“Doesn’t hurt to keep you on your toes” you smiled into your phone, unknowing to what Carol looked like.

“Well then, how about tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up from work” she said as you nodded your head before realizing she couldn’t see you.

“Sounds like a date” you chuckled, feeling the sensation of butterflies in your stomach slightly which caught you a bit off guard but enjoying the feeling at the same time.

“Alright, I’ll see you then” Carol said, smiling before placing the phone down and letting out a sigh of relief. Who knew a phone call could make a girl so happy?

-

The next day, Carol had called saying she’d be picking you up right from work which you didn’t mind but would have liked time to change into something better to go out in instead of your work clothes.

You decided against telling your father that you were going on a date with Carol. You knew what his reaction would be to hearing his daughter go out with his new business partner and it wouldn’t be pretty. Plus, he didn’t need to know everything that happened in your private life so there was no harm in keeping it under wraps.

Packing up your things and placing them into your bag, you began to put on your jacket when you heard a knock at your door.

Looking up, you saw your dad as he smiled at you before leaning against the doorway. He gave you an apologetic look and you groaned, stopping your actions, knowing what that look meant.

“I really hate to do this to you” he said, pulling out a stack of paper from behind his back and stretching it out towards you.

“Can’t I do it tomorrow?” You asked, walking slowly towards him, hesitant to take the pile of papers.

“These have to be finalized and in the system by tonight. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you earlier” he said as you sighed, grabbing the stack and turning around, placing them onto your desk.

“That would’ve been nice” you groaned out, beginning to take your jacket off.

“Did you have plans tonight?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you as you walked around your desk, shaking your head and looking up at him.

“No, just was going to go home and watch movies” you said, lying through your teeth, praying he’d buy it. You were a pretty bad liar at times so this was one time you hoped you seemed convincing at least.

Your father looked you up and down before shrugging and giving you an apologetic look. “Well, this would be more eventful then binging a show in one night, right?” He said before getting interrupted by his phone ringing.

Picking it up and stepping out the room quickly, you sat down with a sigh. Now you had to call Carol and change the plans which you really didn’t want to do. You were excited for tonight, hopefully to get to know her better but the universe had other plans in store.

Your father stepped back in, putting his phone away and buttoning his jacket up. “I have to go. I’m meeting with someone over dinner for another deal” he said, looking at you apologetically once more. He walked over to you and pressed a small kiss on your head before walking back over to the door.

“I’m sorry again. Call me if you need anything, okay?” He said as you nodded, waving at him to leave. Letting out a sigh once you were alone, you picked up your phone and dialed Carol’s number, feeling bad to even tell her the change of plans.

“A little eager aren’t we” Carol picked up, a small smirk on her face as you chuckled lightly into the phone and she immediately knew your tone was off.

“Um, I don’t think I can make it. I have to finish up these reports by tonight and I know it’s going to take forever. I’m sorry” you said quickly, wanting to get over with telling her when you were met with silence through the phone.

“Hello?” You asked after a couple seconds, checking to see if you had been disconnected before you heard Carol speak.

“I’ll just come to you” she said, managing a small smile while feeling a bit sad that she couldn’t take you out.

“Are you sure?” You asked, feeling a bit hopeful knowing she suggested coming to your work but not fully feeling excited as you don’t want to jinx it.

“Of course! I’m going to let you reschedule when you just said yes to me” she chuckled which made you let out a small giggle over the phone as you began playing with the phone cord.

“Alright, sounds good then” you said as she nodded, smiling into the phone, feeling that giddy feeling again.

“Is pizza okay? I’ll pick some up on the way there” she asked, beginning to put things away on her desk with her free hand.

“Pizza is perfect” you said as she nodded, closing her drawer before standing up and grabbing her bag, holding the phone with the support of her shoulder.

“Alright, I’ll see you soon” she continued to smile before grabbing the phone with her hand and placing it down onto the receiver.

Placing your phone down, your smile still was on your face and you knew it wouldn’t be wiped off. Getting right into work, you made it your goal to get as much done as you could before Carol came.

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Rubbing your hands over your face, you let out a sigh as you finally were able to relax a bit after inputting each page into the system online. Moving your hands away, you looked at your watch which read 5:45p. You had been at this for at least two hours and it also meant it’s been two hours since you had called Carol.

Hearing a knock at your door startled you as you turned to see Carol there with a small take out pizza box and a small smile on her face. “Sorry for the wait, the line at the place was long” she said, coming close and placing the box on the desk before standing up and shaking your head at her lightly. 

“Plus, I wanted to give you some time to work since it sounded it was going to be stressful” she said, looking around your desk and seeing all these pages around your desk. “Which I guessed right” she chuckled as you laughed along, gathering the papers and stacking them up nicely.

“Don’t worry about it. I got a pretty good dent in” you smiled at her before looking down, realizing you both needed plates. Excusing yourself, you made your way to the break room, looking in the cabinets for plates and two water bottles for you both before taking them back to your office. 

“Here you go” you said, handing Carol a plate and water bottle to which she said a small “thank you” as you sat down, taking a piece of pizza.

Taking a bite, you looked up at Carol who already had her eyes on you. Raising an eyebrow at her, you swallowed your food before shrugging at her.

“What?” you asked as she chuckled, picking up her napkin and wiping a bit of grease that had dripped onto your chin. 

Her movements were soft on your face and it made your heart feel as though it fluttered in your chest as you watched her hand. Pulling her hand back she smiled at you.

“Just had something on your face” she said before taking a bite of her slice. You sat there a bit dumbfounded before composing yourself and taking a drink from your water bottle as she began to look around your office a bit, getting a sense as to who you were before looking back at you.

“Thanks” you said, as she nodded, taking another bite of her pizza while continuing to look a you. You both sat in silence but it was nice. You’d say a couple words here and there, mainly about your day but it was comforting to have her there with you.

While finishing up her slice, she continued to look around your room, studying it. Studying and looking at every photo on the wall, things on shelves. Carol couldn’t help but smile when she saw photos of you being silly or smiling wide in some. She couldn’t help but think of how cute you looked in them.

Her eyes landed on one of your shelves and she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. Placing her plate down, she got up and picked up the Magic 8 Ball that sat on your shelf before turning to you, holding it in her hands. She raised an eyebrow at you as you chuckled. Carol used to have one and would always use it so seeing it in your office just brought back memories.

“That’s my luck charm, I’ve had it since...forever” you said, watching her as she shook it, turning it over to read the answer before frowning. Wonder what she asked it.

“Helps me make big decisions. You should invest in one” you joked, smiling at her before getting up and walking over to her.

“Did you ask it about this date?” she quirked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You chuckled, taking the ball from her and shaking it, turning it over to see the triangle showing ‘yes’. 

Turning it to Carol, you smiled at her and nodded your head. “But of course, doesn’t hurt to go against the oracle at times” you said, placing it back into her hand. Your fingers brushed hers lightly which made Carol shiver lightly as she looked up at you.

“Is that so?” she looked up at you before turning to place it back on the shelf in its rightful place.

“Didn’t hurt to keep you on your toes for while. I think you’d understand that” you said as she turned back to look at you, a small smirk evident on both your faces but hers read out a different meaning making yours to wipe off your face quickly.

Your confidence quickly went away as you watched her movements. She moved her hand from the magic 8 ball on your shelf before walking over close to you. You moved back until you felt the desk behind you, making you stop.

“You know it’s not nice to lead people on” she said, leaning you against your desk as her body moved closer to yours. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you looked at her. All of a sudden, you felt hot. Like you were burning up from the inside. 

Her hand made its way to your lower back, supporting you while her other hand moved up to push away a piece of stray hair. Your mind was trying to register all the different sensations you were feeling. From her soft touch on your face to the hand on your back, your head felt fuzzy from it running a mile a minute

Leaning close to your ear, you could feel her breath against your skin and you closed your eyes, feeling soothed and aroused at the same time by the sensation.

“Especially people who really want a chance” she said, placing a small kiss below your ear lobe, making you sigh lightly as she pulled back, looking at you and smirking.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” She said, moving her hand to caress your cheek before completely pulling away from you and began getting ready to leave like nothing happened.

You stayed in the same position, stunned as she put her jacket on and grabbed her bag before turning to you, her smirk still on her face.

“I’ll call you tomorrow” she winked before walking out your office and down the hall. You looked around, still stunned as you sat down on your desk. What the fuck just happened?

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[sailorzakuro]

MY BIG STRICTLY PARTY POST OF THE 2020 FINAL

Um... excuse me... Mr Bill Bailey won... and I am deceased.

For real I screamed so hard I knackered my jaw which is problematic anyway but now it’s slightly worse and it’s painful to eat but BILL FUCKING BAILEY THE COMEDIAN FINALLY WON 😭. I’ll get into it later I need to actually talk about the dances haha.

HRVY and Janette (Jive) - I’m remembering the criticisms I had about his Jive in that first week, I mean it was obviously amazing then but I knew where I could see areas for improvement, and oh my GOD did he improve them. He had more precision, he extended his arms fully upwards, just everything was so much cleaner and I was so happy for him 😂.

Jamie and Karen (Charleston) - Similar to HRVY’s Jive I remembered what I wanted from this dance and, again, Jamie BROUGHT it, he loosened up and cleaned up so much and he looked so much more relaxed with it. The first time round this dance definitely made him more confident but you could really feel a total change in his attitude towards himself and his dancing this time.

Bill and Oti (Quickstep) - AHH SORRY I’LL TRY TO BE CALM but AGAIN he really cleaned up this dance! First time it was the “oh snap Bill Bailey’s actually good” dance, but there was still flaws. I feel like this time he really added more grace to his movements, keeping the energy and the lightness of the footwork but adding in those smooth dynamics that make some of the moves feel deeper, it was great 😂.

Maisie and Gorka (Samba) - I have to say, BOLD move giving her the Samba again, but she did well with it! I felt like her balance was a lot better this time round, looking back at the first time she did it there was some balance issues probably to do with her feet, but she was very stable throughout this and achieved the technical and performance aspects of her moves really well 😂.

HRVY and Janette (Showdance) - I mean... that was perfect. Choreo was on point, everything was executed perfectly, what more do you want? And you can tell Janette’s been itching to do a Showdance WE’RE HAPPY FOR YOU JANETTE WELL DONE HUN 😂.

Jamie and Karen (Showdance) - Oh the shaaaaaaade starting with the dance off lights THEN HE JUST FUCKING FLIES DOWN LIKE YES WE LOVE I think this dance was just totally Jamie like everything this dance was, was just Jamie 😂.

Bill and Oti (Showdance) - Now THAT’S a Showdance, Bill was playing guitar, Oti was spinning on a hoola hoop, they were doing dance moves from their previous dances, it was literal fire, and it gives me SO much faith in humanity that the guy who did the rock and roll epic go for it dark Showdance won, thank you for that 😂. AND CRAIG GAVE HIM A 10 YES THANK YOU AGAIN 😭🤘.

Maisie and Gorka (Showdance) - I think this was more suited for a Christmas special than the main final but it was great! They really went for the classy Hollywood style Showdance and Maisie really captures that style well, she was gliding around no problem with such finesse and spirit 😂.

HRVY and Janette (American Smooth) - Again, perfect, I have nothing else to say.

Jamie and Karen (Couple’s Choice) - LOVED IT AGAIN tbh I didn’t see how Jamie could dance this any better than he did first time but HE DID he just had that absolute power in his moves and, again, had the absolute spirit of the dance just flowing throughout him it was amazing 😂.

Bill and Oti (Couple’s Choice) - THE WINNING DANCE I GUESS Bill also cleaned up his moves here it was amazing! He improved on the energy in his top half, as last time I felt like there was an energetic and precision imbalance between his top half and his bottom half, and this time they were A LOT closer. His hands shaping was great, his arms moved with sharper and tighter movements, it just flowed a lot better to me 😂.

Maisie and Gorka (Couples’ Choice) - (nearly forgot whoopsie) I mean it looked pretty similar to the first time for me but it was really good the first time so 😂.

Okay, now we get BONUS ROOOUUUUND 😂.

Nicola and Katya (whatever dance it was supposed to be idk Showdance??) - SHE’S BACK YEEEEEEES and WOW has that long amount of time to practice paid off she was EXCEPTIONAL to me. Honestly, comparing stuff like her Jive and her Couple’s Choice to THAT was, wow, I don’t even know what to say 😂. First of all, dancing to Muse, love them, second, she had so much better posture and shaping in her upper body it all looked so smooooooooth 😂. I think there was a couple of balance issues with the lifts, but who cares this wasn’t competitive so does it matter? 😂. I’m just so proud of her 😭. AND FINALLY SOME CLOSE DANCING BETWEEN TWO FEMALES I’M GLAD THEY WENT FOR IT LMAO.

Okay, next is my favourite part of every final, THE LOSERS DANCE (or the rejects group as Anneka came up with last year), but the clip’s not been uploaded to YouTube yet and I cba looking it up on iPlayer so I’m gonna go from memory 😂. THEY DIDN’T COME OUT IN ORDER WTF I mean I know they wanted Caroline for the “Sweet Caroline” bit but surely they could have stretched Jacqui, Jason, Nicola and Max over that part until Caroline’s bit 😂. But I do get ending with the infamous POW Samba 😂. I loved seeing Ranvir in her Dreamgirls dress again though, that was such an iconic dance of hers and it made her believe in herself I think, so even though she couldn’t be in the final she got a sense of glory there 😂. Sorry I’m still not over Ranvir getting booted off 😭. I can’t remember much else haha, there was the Christmas stuff which was nice 😂. Omg Gio playing the xylophone tho iconic 😂.

And that leads us on to... THE CROWNING MOMENT. My man, the comedian, the metal loving icon, Bill ruddy bloody Bailey, only went and won 😂. Not even just for Bill himself, but the fact a comedian who is so musical and loves and embraces heavy music and expressed that through a lot of his dances, just makes me so happy 😂. Bill himself of course is amazing, he’s hilarious, he’s dedicated, he won’t let anyone try and make him the wally or the stupid one, he put so much time and effort in, proved everyone wrong and did it how he wanted to. What can I say, I stan a rebel 😂. For the past 3 series I’ve been watching the comedian has either been my favourite or one of my top couples, I know them and I love them and their work, and if one day I can be one myself I’ll be so happy. But to watch this comedian go out there and be serious, embrace each dance as it comes, but still be himself? I respect that SO much, and I don’t think I could have been happier with any other winner. Well, of course not, they were my joint favourites from the start 😂. AND MOTSI OMG SHE WAS SO PROUD OF OTI WINNING AGAIN (do not start that conspiracy I do not want to hear it) AND I MEAN WE ALL FELT THE SAME 😭. So, well done Bill and Oti, just for giving a big old v sign to what people tried to make you. You can do things properly and not lose yourself, that’s the story of Bill Bailey on Strictly 😂.

And now my big thank you to ANYONE who has read any of my posts this year. I know I can be biased, I know I can be problematic, but it makes me feel so good to share my love for this weird BBC show about teaching celebrities how to ballroom dance 😂. It’s just so much fun to share my love for this show, and to anyone who actually reads and cares about what I have to say, I thank you SO much. Seriously, thank you ❤️. I guess until next year!!