#remembered tazing

[princealberich]

got stung by a Fucking Wasp today. twice!!!!!!!!!

#zchat #i dont think a wasps ever stung me before tbh. hurt like a Fucker #but the stings were placed perfectly apart so it looked like a spider bite #and i (australian) was like OH FUCK #until i saw the swarm of wasps #and calmed down enough to remember that spider bites dont typically feel like someone just fucking tazed you

[fairyblue-alchemist]

Hiiii Azure 🩵 'Welcome to my lost world' sounds interesting please tell me about it!!! Also, consider yourself tagged, I will tag you posthaste! :3

hi taze ♡♡♡♡♡

ooh ok so this one. this one's a doozy. (it's literally 9k words and i'm STILL. NOT. DONE YET. WHEN WILL IT END OTL. ANYWAYS.) it's kind of a modern with magic setting, so the protagonist has ✨️magical powers✨️

anyways it's about a person with the ability to traverse between the mortal plane and Limbo (capitalized intentionally), a physical realm between life and death (which are states of being as opposed to an actual place). unfortunately for them, Limbo is not empty and the ruler of it is not very happy that someone casually has the ability to enter his realm. so he captures the person, keeps them in his palace, and now they're trying to find a way to leave. will this have romance? uh. it took them 7k words to get on a first name basis with each other so i'll get back to you on that

#asks #taze my beloved <3 #i need to reread my wip i remember putting in a hella intricate magic system that i do not remember anything about

[furryfantasies]

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#vent #i need to stop trying to message my ex every single time i remember he exists #i just end up getting angry and self loathing in front of him #oh and scared so fucking bad i feel like im panicking #he probably doesn't even read it #but anyway i need to stop it its only gonna give me unnecessary mental issues #mutuals i hearby allow yall to taze me if i even think about him again #also i woke up from a dream about him and still felt the burning anger for a bit #so i have no idea why i thought it would be a good idea #i even forgot what my reason was i just felt bad over some small shit #anyway guess im awake now i doubt i could fall back asleep now

[ethotv-archived]

oh my god i was about to make a post or something i literally dropped everything to look for that. anon i love you with my entire heart

#☆.txt #anybody remember when i had the tazes layouts..

[atlasllm]

#watching the newest critikal video and you mean to tell me #he did the exact spongebob victory screech that dream got cancelled for ages ago #like. if anyone remembers those times please inform me but i stg if dream was tazed for this and not mr penguinz... #atlas speaks;

[josnhoes]

Platonic!Yan batfam with young adult reader. Part 3

[Part 2]

Note: Reader is 18-22 years old. Gn reader

Content warning: being treated like a child, being looked down on, stalking, obsessions, soft yandere but still a yandere, reader has memory issues and it's ambiguous as to why, drugging, mentioned abduction, delusional batfam, batfam as a whole basically view you as a child younger then Damien despite you being older, cursing, violence by reader!

Focus on Jason

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You never liked working the night shift, the walk home was always creepy. A constant impending doom on your shoulder. Sure lately you had the Bats watching you, but tonight they seemed to be missing. You debated on calling a taxi yet you knew at night alone a taxi could be more dangerous then walking. At least when you walk if need be you can try and run.

You passed by a store with TVs in the windows, the news on several of the screens warning of an escape at Arkham. No wonder the bats were missing and the street was empty. You pulled out and gripped the taser your friend had given you tightly in your hand. It was a high voltage one, strong enough to drop a large man, maybe even killer croc the issue was you had to be close by. Still the protection or the hint of it soothed some of your nerves as you sprinted home.

Coming up to your apartment door and without incident had you nearly crying in relief. You began to unlock your door quickly when you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was definitely the paranoia from the news and the late night that made you whip around and jab the taser into whoever it was.

They dropped like a sack of wet flour to your feet unconscious, and you realized who you just tazed. "Oh God...oh God! I just tazed the Redhood, oh fuck oh fuck..." So much for getting home without incident.

Jason came to a faded tingling in his limbs and... his mask on his face? He sat up ready to go on the attack until he saw you. Then he remembered you had tazed him. His sweet little sibling had *tazed* him. He didn't know if he should be proud or worried you had a taser so strong.

You were asleep on the old recliner while he had been laid on the sofa. He recognized some aches, you must have dragged him in. He was impressed you managed to move him on your own. But he'd have to talk to you about not bringing strays into the house. This time it was him but what if it hadn't been him?

Jason groaned because he knew the family would see this whole incident. If not from his mask footage, then from the many cameras Replacement had placed around the apartment and outside it. "Fuck..." He was never going to hear the end of it.

At the sound of a foreign voice you jolted awake and looked at him scared. "Please don't be mad?" Your voice was small, and if he hadn't been paying attention to you he would have missed it.

"Normally folks start with a sorry. But I'll let it slide this time." He was doing his best not to show his softness to you. He wanted to scoup you up and praise you for defending yourself. But another part of him *hated* the fact you had had to do it at all.

"I'm sorry! I... I saw the news about the Arkham break out on the way home and when someone...you touched me I panicked."

He couldn't tell if you were feeling guilty for hurting him or scared he'd hurt you in return. "You got good reaction time kid. What the fuck were you doing out though?" Most employers had safe rooms or an office in the back that employees could hide in during a break out. Usually it was just an at night situation since the day time was usually safe to travel.

"I had to get home. I didn't know about the break out until halfway home, and I was already closer to home than work. It was smarter for me to run home than double back." It was a logical choice on your end, but he still didn't like it.

"Normally I'd be pissed at this," No he wouldn't have not with them his baby sibling. "But given the situation and the fact you brought me inside and left my helmet on I'll let it slide."

He knew he didn't have the usual clean record the bat brood had. Publicly, he was an anti-hero and crime lord. Sure, he hadn't killed anyone recently, but the civilians were always wary because they knew it was on the table for him. It wasn't. He was *trying* to be better, but most didn't see it that way.

"Really?" The hopeful and pathetic look on your face made him chuckle. An action that he knew with the voice modulator was intimidating.

"Really. I'm not even going to tell you to be more careful next time. You need reactions like that in Gotham." They didn't need them, not much longer. The family would keep them safe. He wouldn't fail them like the family had him. In fact... "But, since I *am* the injured party. You're going to let me stay here tonight."

"What? Shouldn't you be out fighting?" You almost seemed desperate to get him out. That was okay he knew you were just scared and shaken from tonight's events.

"That taser did a bit more damage than I expected. I go out now, I would be a liability." That was a lie not that he'd ever let you find that out. "Besides wouldn't it be better to have someone here with you?" He knew you were scared, more scared of the rogues than him.

"But... fine! You get the sofa tonight." You tried so hard to keep some semblance of control in this, that was cute.

"You got it, Sparky." He laughed as you bristled at the nickname. He'd keep you safe, and even if Bruce wanted to, Jason would be free from any scolding. After all, he had been tasked with playing gaurd tonight, from a distance... but this was far more effective. He wouldn't let you die, not like he had, Jason would burn Gotham before he let that happen.

#yandere dc #dc x reader #yandere x reader #platonic yandere batfam #platonic yandere #batfam x reader

[antimony-medusa]

hey, remember when charlie slime showed up to the spiderbit wedding in a dress made of slime, flirted with a bunch of people, sat in philza minecraft's lap, and tried to object to the wedding? and then he got tazed off the stage? i'm so glad quesadilla island is here to bring charlie slime to my screen.

#qsmp #charlie slimecicle #remember when

[madnessandentropy]

I'd almost be willing to forgive people being so defensive of abusive romantic relationships if the abuse was more subtle, since a problem in mainstream media is that abuse is only portrayed as screaming yelling and causing physical harm + very vicious in your face insults and demeaning or shaming them and if it's not like that the victim is just over reacting.

And then I remember the abusive relationships they all desperately defend aren't subtle. In fact that abuse is painfully obvious, but the show and fans sweep it under the rug and try to blame it on trauma or forget about it completely and its never criticised or even acknowledged by the characters.

My main two examples are Stolas and Catra.

Let's see here

First Stolas. His isn't quite as in you face but it should be at least a little obvious. The way he demeans Blitz, treats him like a toy, always calls him his little imp (which is very yikes), and oh uh idk literally r*pes him by withholding something Blitz literally needs to get the money to survive and only gives it when Blitz has sex with him, which Blitz has been blatantly not willing to do and incredibly unhappy about.

I literally do not care what you say. If the deal is "you have sex with me and in return I'll give you the thing that will keep you alive" and the other person is extremely unwilling but is backed into a corner, it. Is. Rape.

That's honestly main problem with them.

But no. He's an a soft traumatised owl and Blitz is in the wrong for not giving him time of day or being open with him.

Now Catra.

Oooh Catra

"She's not abusive! She's a traumatised victim fighting in a war!"

Second part correct, first part not so much.

I have more to say here because her actions are much more in your face

Firstly she is often yelling/screaming at Adora, ripping apart her self esteem and calling her stupid (something which Adora comes to believe) and many other pretty shitty things you should not be saying to someone you've supposedly loved since the start. And she continues calling Adora stupid even during her confession.

Catra is constantly shaming and guilt tripping Adora. Repeating her "You left me!" jargon after Adora has given chance after chance, begging her to come with so they can stay together. And many times it is Catra doing the leaving. She has abandoned Adora in perilous situations multiple times.

Physical harm is everywhere. Yes they're on opposite sides of war. But notice how Adora is reluctant to fight Catra and when she does she tries to take her out in as non violent of a way as possible?

Catra does none of that. In fact, she treats Adora 10x worse than the enemies she barely knows, purposefully targeting Adora with her claws and attacking her, laughing in sheer joy as she tortures her in multiple different ways across the seasons. Even before Adora left the Horde, Catra is constantly manhandling her, yanking her around by the hair, tazing her and other actions like that.

Adora has scars on her back from Catra's claws.

Yes Catra had a redemption as poor as it was. Yes she loves Adora (apparently). Yes she had a traumatising upbringing.

But that does not make her actions okay.

No matter how many good reasons you have or how sorry you say you are, it doesn't make beating, torturing and tearing down the self esteem and mental health of your other half okay.

Even if Catra stopped (and she did not), Adora shouldn't have been painted as the one in the wrong in the series. Adora shouldn't have had to be the one to apologise (yes Catra apologised but only when she thought she was dying) and Adora shouldn't have gotten into a relationship with her abuser.

Spop had the perfect opportunity to show that, even if a person is traumatised and says they're sorry, its okay to walk away.

It's okay to care about your own wellbeing over theirs when they do nothing but treat you like trash.

You don't have to forgive them.

You don't have to return their feelings.

Sometimes it's better for the both of you to separate.

But they didn't.

Instead Catra can do no wrong. She's forgiven instantly. They never bring up the lives she's destroyed, the people she killed- including Glimmer's mother. She's just a soft baby who's actually not that bad and Adora is a terrible person for leaving the Horde after learning it was lying to them and committing mass genocide >:/... and an idiot for not noticing that the woman who tears her down and beats her is in love with her.

And I know HB is going to go down this route too, but with significantly worse storytelling

And that almost frightens me

How can I expect subtle abuse to be tackled in any way when in your face abuse like this is romanticised?

#hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #spop critisism #spop critical #anti catradora #not very coherent but oh well #tw rape

[randombnhathoughts]

Alternate name for random BNHA people's quicks cause I have nothing better to do

AFO: I yoinked

OFA: Heirloom from adopted family

Eri: what if it.... Didn't Happen?

Chisaki kai : Remember atoms? Funny story

Shigaraki: Remember dust? Funny story

Aizawa: None for you in particular

P.Mic : he screm

Denki : ever get tazed?

Cementos: earthbending

Fatgum : you know how if someone had enough fat they'd survive a carcrash? What if they exploded?

Mitsuki : skincare on fleek

Shouto: Hypo and hyper thermia

Dabi : Pretty flames and for what

Toga : hemoglug 9000

Ochakko : bitchslap to space

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #izuku midoriya #afo #ofa #eri bnha #denki kaminari #toga himiko #aizawa shouta #dadzawa #fatgum #incorrect mha #incorrect bnha #incorrect bnha quotes #these were picked randomly #let me know who you want to see #make you own names I wanna see what y'all come up with #kai chisaki #tomura shigaraki

[heich0e]

just remembered the part of my detective!aki/private investigator!reader fic where he sneaks up on her and she almost tazes him and the only thing he can say is "IS THAT STREET LEGAL"

[mamirhodessxox]

The Hang over

Death Island!Leon x Reader

Currently watching The Hangover movie right now and I thought “This would be funny if it were Leon & Y/N’s position!”

Content: Fluff????, Drinking, Smoking, Based off of the hangover movie, Tattoos, unintentional marriage, bad life choices that you shouldn’t make unlike y/n & leon!

{~I'm very serious with you guys interacting with my writing!!!! it would make me so happy & excited, the more comments & reposts the more inspiration i have to write :) Votes and comments are strongly appreciated so please COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT COMMEENNTTT the more comments the more content <3!!!~}

Originally you went on a Vegas Trip to celebrate your bestfriends 26th birthday but that turned into a shit show, You drank ALL night, smoked heavy amounts of weed found yourself in a strip club & then running to a very attractive older guy on the Las Vegas strip & after that you couldn’t remember a thing. So when you woke up everything was a hot mess. Including you. The next day you woke up in a large bed luckily wearing some clothes, You still had your underwear and skirt on but your top & bra was missing. You were barely waking so when you were rubbing your eyes you assumed you were alone in your hotel room.

Wrong. Very very fucking wrong.

You turned around to grab your phone but you felt a warm broad chest on your hand causing you to snatch your arm away and cover your breasts and jump out of bed“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Your loud scream startled the man in your bed that he jumped up in a panic as much as you “where the hell am i!?” “How the fuck did you get in my room!? Who even are you!?” The man looked at you with tired but confused eyes, fuck he was ho- NO. Not right now. “Oh my god please please tell me we didn’t-“ “be both have our pants on your just missing a bra and a shirt I think we’re fine doll.” Doll? DOLL!? And then your best-friend Casey stumbled in with slurred words “awhh lo-*hiccup*look at the newllyy wedded couplle!! Anyways th-theres a fucking baby in the b-bath tub” what. “I’m sorry? Newly weds what the fuck are you talking about?” Your friend giggled and smiled “you & leon got married last night at the chapel remember? Probably not last night was fucking crazy, anyways put on a top dumbass” fuck. You staggered around with this man named Leon following around helping you look for one and successfully you did so both of you put on shirts, all 3 of you walked into the main room of the suite & saw a mess.

You groaned as you held your head from the hangover & saw another one of your friends Jessica fall over “THERE’S A BABY IN THE FUCKING BATHROOM” Leon scrunched his face and so did you, “Alright chill out let me go check everything’s fine-“ he walked in the bathroom and you heard him shriek “THERES A BABY IN THE BATH TUB?” Your jaw dropped as you stared at Casey and quickly ran in the bathroom “oh my gosh there’s actually a fucking baby.” You quickly picked up “I don’t think you should curse around a child” You glared down Leon “Really? Cus I think you’re a stranger that shouldn’t be around a baby.” He glared back at you as you held the baby close before walking into the main room “Jesus christ what did we do last night??” You heard the older man grumble out while Case giggled “You don’t remember? You guys got married by Elvis Fucking Presley.”

Pardon?? You & Leon starred at each other in disbelief and quickly ran out of the hotel room, down to the lobby & outside still holding the baby “We need to find that goddamn chapel & get a divorce.” You nodded your head in agreement and luckily a cop car pulled up “For you officers” you tilted your guys’ head as some random guy just gave you a fucking cop car “just act normal and get in the fucking car.” So you obliged but as you were about to get in- “FREEZE!” You immediately stopped in your tracks and saw Leon get tazed in the literal nuts. “Your under arrest for attempting to steal a cop car!” You both were handcuffed together.

Amazing. As if this day couldn’t get any worse. 30 minutes later you both wound up in the Metro Police Department & sat there for 20 more minutes trying to be let off which was successful but on your way out you, you guys were uncuffed but you realized you couldn’t just keep caring for some random baby so you gave it to a police officer in hopes they would find the childs parents. You two ended up walking out of the station behind Leon where you saw a tramp stamp. “Uhm…You know you have a tramp stamp right? i just wanna like- double check.” Leon immediately stopped in his tracks slowly turning towards you & had his jaw dropped “What the fuck did you say? I have a TRAMP STAMP??” You covered your mouth and tried not to laugh at his reaction but unfortunately you failed “Your a fucking asshole you know that?” You apologized profusely but all you got was the hard core middle finger. Today was going to be a LONG. Day.

For most of the day you two looked around Vegas for the chapel you two got ‘married’ in and eventually you got lucky. When you both found the chapel you guys walked inside and let Leon do the talking. “Hey uhm- Me & this young woman came here last night & um- got married by some Elvis impersonator? Is there any way we can get a divorce here?” The receptionist scoffed snd set down her cigarette “Y’know we hate tourists like you- always bein’ indecisive and blamin us. We stopped doin divorced here years ago. You gotta bring that to a legitimate court honey. Run along now.”

You & Leon stood there dumbfounded “But- shit..” You both looked at each other & huffed. You pulled out your phone and called casey and once she picked up you sighed “Yeah listen- we fucked up, we didn’t read over the contract I assume and we’re being told in order to get this bullshit divorce we have to go to a legitimate court” Casey laughed at your predicament over the phone that it became annoying so you hung up while Leon mustered the courage to talk “I guess we have to deal with being newlywed’s doll face.” You frowned shaking your head and running your hands down your face “This cannot be fucking real right now.” “Hey Hey hey, I’m sure it’s gonna be fine sweetheart, we can either get to know each other, get dinner or..just completely ignore each other for the rest of our lives snd go our separate ways. But i’m more heavy on getting dinner because I would REALLY..like to know who you are.” You smiled softly at his reassurance and nodded “Yeah..I uh- I really like that idea.” “Alright well then, We should head out of this chapel, find a little restaurant or something, & just talk.” Leon said before grabbing your hand and guiding you out of the lobby of the Vegas Chapel.

Maybe making poor life choices wasn’t so bad after all.

xtripleiiix’s masterlist

🏷️ list: @ginswife @coolpastelartshoe @greatkoalawizard @cokolin044 @kotoriarlert @alicerosejensen

#lmfao bye #leon s kennedy fanfiction #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy oneshot #the hangover #las vegas

[codenamesazanka]

OH apropos of not meme, just remembered this attempt at making an absurd ‘mundane’ AU that follows the canon storyline (no quirks, tho heteromorphs still exists):

AFO is a 60-year old hospital chairman in *excellent* shape, although recent brain tumor surgery did leave him blind. He is also co-author of some obscure sci-fi books in his youth, but he’s much more known for being an influential community leader… though his wikipedia page would have a looooong ‘controversies’ section.

All Might is a 58-year old local celebrity as a retired bodybuilder and actor, who now runs a local community service center. Also an influential community leader, with much higher public approval.

AFO and All Might have been at each other’s throat for years for various reasons, among them a long, drawn out custody battle over shared distant nephew Tomura. Tomura’s 20 years old now and a legal adult, but the feud lives on.

Meanwhile, Tomura has now grown up to be a lackluster truant college student with a penchant for stirring up trouble with his eclectic gang of friends he made from hanging out at an arcade and the dive bar next door (henceforth dubbed ‘the League’).

But the drama really starts when AFO and All Might get in a fight one night at a local high school charity event. Just really going at it. All Might threw the first punch, but All For One revealed his custom cane to have a hidden blade and was a bit too reckless with it.

So AFO is arrested; thanks to his lawyer, he avoids jail but only because the lawyer has been able to convince the courts that AFO is mildly senile. So he is entered into a nursing home. (I don’t know how courts work and I don’t care.)

Ujiko - AFO’s life partner, hospital’s chief medical director, and Tomura’s foster stepdad - takes this opportunity to cut off Tomura’s allowance to force Tomura to grow up a little (and to start attending his classes.)

This does not work. While trying to scrounge up cash, Tomura and his gang make enemies with the local shogi club (an open secret among everyone that it’s a front for growing weed). Conflict ends with a police raid and the League running over the club president/leader with a car. Don’t worry - Chisaki is alive, but both his arms are broken. Along with his spirit.

(Around this time, Kurogiri - AFO’s driver and Tomura’s old babysitter - is discovered to be a man with amnesia whose family has been looking for him for years, so he has to leave for a while.)

Hoping to instill some discipline in the boy, AFO’s friend and personal trainer Machia drags Tomura (and friends) on an extended mountain camping trip. During a hike, they become lost, end up trespassing on a cult intentional community’s property, and get hunted down (the intentional community is a survivalist group). However, Tomura’s newfound wilderness skills impress the survivalists leader so much that ReDestro decides to welcome them as guest fellow preppers. The League freeloads off them for the rest of winter.

Come early spring, Tomura wants to make good with Ujiko again, so he and everyone goes to a fundraising event Ujiko is hosting at the park…

…Unfortunately, someone messed up the scheduling, and booked a high school community service field trip at the same time and place. One thing leads to another and the day ends with:

several arrests and minor hospitalizations due to multiple brawls;

things set on fire;

one of the police chief’s sons exposed as an arsonist;

the park’s prized butterfly garden trampled beyond repair;

several people pushed into the lake and getting hypothermia;

the high school’s home ec teacher choked a local magician, who is hospitalized but for entirely different complications (accidentally stabbing himself);

Tomura’s friend Jin arrested after being tazed by a cop;

the intentional community banned from the park;

phone videos going viral;

high school students traumatized;

teachers under disciplinary review;

and Tomura sent to the emergency room for minor injuries and a concussion with overnight stay for observance.

Also Ujiko is now under investigation for embezzling charity funds for his and AFO’s side Neapolitan Mastiffs breeding business.

After being notified by his lawyer of the incident, AFO breaks out of the nursing home that night to kidnap Tomura from hospital and retreat to his beach house. His foster son is grounded. An American private tutor is also hired to force Tomura to make up his missed semester of classwork.

This now gives AFO the opportunity to spend some quality time getting to know Tomura’s awkwardly cute friend Spinner. For Spinner, this consists of guiding his friend’s 60-but-looks-40 blind foster dad who’s really into tactile communication, and having to read drafts of weird sci-fi because AFO has recently gotten back into writing. Meanwhile, AFO is making a dinner reservation for two at a beachside bistro.

#dumb #AU #AU idea #All For One #Shigaraki Tomura #All Might #Spinner #nalslastworkingbraincell

[regularme12]

Supernatural Tickle fic

Summary: Dean, from all these years not seeing his little brother, forgot he was hella ticklish, until one faithful night...

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"Oh my god, Why did I ever think hunting that clown, would be a good thing...?"

Sam and Dean both got back from a fearful hunt, on Sam's part. The little brother found this mystery in a news article, and he acted on it bc he thought that's what their dad would've wanted them to do. After Dean realized what the hunt was about, he made it his mission to tease his brother till they got to the carnival, and hell, even during the investigation he still did it. They got back to their motel, and Sam fell straight on the bed in a Patrick Star pose, with his arms stretched out beside his head, and his legs fell off the bed. Dean, being a good older brother, went to go join him, not to comfort him, to tease him more.

"Wow, Sam. That clown really got to you huh?" Dean laughed, while he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Shove it, Dean." Sam threw a pillow at his face, in which his older brother caught it with ease, laughing even more. "Wow, I'm glad you find this soooo funny, smartass." Sam on the other hand didn't.

"Awww, come on, Sammy, You need to laugh more in your life, you're so tense all the time."

"It's Sam, I'm not a little kid no more. And quit teasing me about my stupid phobia, at least I'm not scared to fly." Sam smirked.

"Hey!" Dean got a little defensive over that, "You can die in a plane crash!"

"And apparently clowns kill, who looks stupid now."

There was a moment of silence until the older brother threw a pillow at his younger brother, surprising him in the midst. "Still you, haha"

"Ack! Dean! Quit your shit."

"Oh noo... Sam... BEHIND YOU!!"

Sam got scared and jumped up looking behind him, "WHAT?!"

"IT'S A CLOWN AND IT CAME TO KILL YOU!! OOGA BOOGA!!!" Dean took this chance and skittered his fingers on the latter's sides.

"Ahhh!! Dehehehean!! Stohohohop!!" Sam fell back squeezing his arms to his sides, kicking and squirming around.

"Wow, Sammy, after two years of not seeing you, you are still so ticklish since u were a kid. You know by now u oughta grow out of that." Dean towered over him pinning his arms down under his knees.

"Stohohohop!!! Dean! Please! You knohohow how muhuhuhuch I hate ihihit when you tihihihickle me!!!"

"I don't think I remember correctly, my mind's all foggy, I mean, after you left me and dad alone so you can go to college. I kinda missed pinning you down like this and tickling the shit out of you." Dean went and tazed both his sides, going up to his neck to tickle there, and moved back down to his sides whenever Sam decided to scrunch up his neck.

"Nahhhhaha, Dean!! Quhuhuhuitttt your shihihit, right fuuhuhucking now! I leheheft for two years! Nohohohot a dehehehcade, dumbass!"

"Wowwww, you're in this situation, and you still made it your mission to be a total smart ass? I think bad boys like you should be punished~." Dean jumped up on to his brother's chest, cuffing his legs around his arms to still immobolize him.

"Ugh, Dean, get your ass out of my fa-AHAHAHACE! NOOO AHAHAHAH STOHOHOP I HAHAHATE THAT I HAHAHAHATE THIS!!!" Dean went to knead at his hip bones, rubbing his thumbs in circles inside the hollow area.

"Oh, that's one thing I can remember. You're insanley ticklish on your hips, but it's not your worst spot. Do you want to help me jog my memory and remind me where it was again?"

"GOHOHO TO HELL!!"

"You do know, if u tell me now, I'll stop this whole ordeal and you can go away scott free, but if u don't... I may not stop for another good hour, Sammy."

"Fuck! Ok, whahahit!!"

"I'm not waiting.." Dean slowly started from his hip bone, and dragged his finger up to his worst spot, "Tell me now... or..."

"DAMN!! Dehehehan please, dohohon't."

"1..." He got closer.

"Dean!"

"2.." He got even closer~

"Wait, Dean! Please!"

"3..." Oh, he was right under it, wriggling his finger.

"FUCK!! DEAN!! STOP!!"

"Wow, you must really like saying my name. Wish it was yours, huh? Well, guess I'll just have to find out myself, bc you're not budging!" Dean started descending down with his finger. Until his lee yelled.

"OK!! FUCKING OK!!! It's my navel you basted!! IT'S MY FUCKING NAVEL, NOW STOP!!"

"Ohhh, you mean this part is your worst spot?" Dean started lightly scratching inside of his belly button.

"AH! DEAN! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T!" Sam kicked his knee so far up as a reflex and kicked his older brother square in the eye.

"OW! FUCK!" Dean, got off him falling to the side on the bed, holding his eye.

"Oh my god! Dean! Are you alright?! Here, I'll go get ice!!" Sam hurriedly got off the bed, and scarmbled to the freezer to get an ice pack, but all he could find was peas, so he used that instead.

"I'm fine, Sam. It's my fault. I should've stopped when you wanted me to. But you use to love tickling, you would beg dad and me to tickle you all the time , haha."

"Dean. I was 5, I'm 22 now, so I don't like that shit no more. I didn't know what was going on at the time, I used to love it, yh, but as I grew older, I hate the feeling now, that's all."

"Woah, all this sentalmental talk, you're not gonna expect me to hug you now, right?"

"No, Dean."

"Alright good."

There was more awkward silence, until Dean started chuckling.

"What's so funny now?!" Sam looked over with annoyance in his eyes

"I remember when I used to pin you down, and Dad started tickling your belly button, and you kicked him so hard in the back he had to go to the hospital and get physical therapy, couldn't walk for at least a good three days, give or take. And you were 13, so imagine how my eye feels right now!! Hahaha."

Sam started remembering that time, and chuckled too by how stupid it was, "Haha, shut up!" He punched his older brother's arm. "And don't forget you're ticklish too, if not, worse."

Dean got chills through his body by looking at Sam's evil smirk, inching towards him. The soon to be lee quickly got off the bed in a state of protests, "Wait, Sam, listen, ok?! I tickled you bc u were tense, I had to lay off some steam, you're finna tickle me for the hell of it, that's so unfair! You wouldn't do something like that to someone who's injured, right? Look at my eye! I may go blind now!"

"Just think of it as some revenge," Sam started chasing Dean around their small ass motel.

"NO SAM!! STOP PLEASE!!!" He put up a good race around the bed with a pea pack on his eye for a good 5 minutes. Sam could've easily tickled him sooner, but he loves the chase. He leaped across the bed, and pinned him down, and started tickling him.

Well, guess they both got what they wanted, right?

#tickle #tickle fic #supernatural #supernatural tickle

[spopsalt]

Ugh..I remember this scene so vividly...it was horrifying....as if this gif isn't bad enough, for context Entrapta learned that the portal would end the world, and Entrapta, still being a good person, wanted to tell Hordak so they wouldn't open the portal. What is Catra's reaction to this? Tazing her of course! Just everything about this scene...how Entrapta looks to be in so much pain...Entrapta's scream...oh my god her scream...it sounds like that really hurt...how angry Catra looked...then Catra dropping Entrapta off to beast island having no idea if she would survive...it's just terrifying...this is the woman y'all are calling a precious traumatized cute meow meow?

#spop discourse #anti spop #spop criticism #anti catra #spop salt #spop crit #spop critical

[moopysworld]

Déjà Vu

Hi!! This is a lil smutty something revolving around the scene where Wednesday is chained up. This is one of my first full smut fics so don’t judge too hard 😬 All characters are 18+ in this fic.

Warnings: oral sex, restrained sex, mentions of blood, praise kink, overstimulation kink

Wednesday woke up with blood running down her head. She looked up and realized she’s chained up in a creepy dungeon with candles everywhere. Dizzy, she looked around, her eyes focusing on the boy in front of her. The monster in front of her.

Tyler stepped toward Wednesday, looking down at her with his piercing eyes. She looked more helpless than he’d ever seen her, but her dark eyes still dug into his soul all the same.

“Kind of a déjà vu thing we got going on, huh?” Tyler said smugly. She similarly chained him up and tazed him for some light torture just a day ago. He fumed at the thought of it, but he couldn’t deny how powerful she seemed it the moment. He loved looking up at her like a good little hyde, showing her dominance over him.

“Except I won’t cry and whine like a child” Wednesday retorted. Her threats triggered some deep thrill inside him he couldn’t get enough of. But she was his master’s enemy— his enemy— and he had to put her in her place.

He couldn’t help but notice her lips, so perfect and delicious as he remembered their kiss. Tyler stepped closer to Wednesday until he could touch the chains. Wednesday looked up at Tyler, noticing how strong his arms were as he reached over her to stroke the chains. Something in her wanted to reach up and graze her finger across every inch of his arm.

“Tyler, go wait by the boat!” Laurel yelled from the other room.

“Yes” Wednesday commented, looking right at him with the confidence and seriousness of 12 angry men. “Listen to your master and be a good little hyde.”

Something inside him ignited with her words, letting out a small groan. His hand slowly traveled down the chain, reaching her dark hair and cupping her chin. He lifted her chin to look up at him. He looked like he could devour every inch of her. He moved his hand to her shoulders, tracing his finger all the way down her arm. Wednesday still looked up at him with her big eyes, She similarly wanted to consume every part of him.

He leaned in so that Wednesday could feel his breath on her ear. “How about I be a good little hyde for you this time”

Wednesday let out a small moan a his words, then voiced her consent. He was her first kiss and it has been hard not to think about him all the time. About wanting to touch his chest muscles when he was hurt. Or more fun— biting his neck. Now knowing his evil streak… she couldn’t lie. It made him all more enticing. She always sensed a sort of dark side to him.

Tyler’s hands travelled down her arms to her torso, gently stroking up and down on her shirt. He ventured down to her hips, pulling her into him. He leaned into her soft lips, his favorite place to be.

Wednesday may have been tied up, but her dominance still comes through. Tyler sunk down to the ground onto his knees. Eye level with her skirt, he unzips the back to pull down the garnet. Planting soft kisses below her belly button to her thighs.

Wednesday often resists reactions to anything but her eyes told the whole story as they rolled back in her head in pleasure. He pulled down her black lace underwear to start kissing all around her clit. “Fuck, Tyler” Wednesday cried. He continued to eat her out, licking up and down and carefully sucking on her clit. “That’s a good boy Tyler” she praised him, making him harder than ever. Tyler simply could not get enough, releasing his monstrous groans into her pussy. He pulled her thighs closer to his face, smothering himself in her. She was so wet and he wanted to lick up every part of it, getting high off of her. Wednesday was reaching a climax when all of her started shaking and finished. But Tyler pulled her in closer, licking up all the juices and licking across her pussy. “Tyler, please” Wednesday cried, not knowing how to act with so much pleasure. He didn’t stop until he licked his victim clean. He then carefully zipped her skirt back up. Looking back up at Wednesday, a crazed look in his eyes wanting every bit of her.

“Tyler? I gave you and order, you better be out waiting by the car!” Laurel yelled from the other room. They both hear from the other room.

Tyler leaned in again, “You better not get in my way this time, Wednesday. Or you will be punished.” He then planted a soft kiss on her lips as a goodbye.

“I’m betting on it, actually” she retorted as he walked away.

#wednesday #wednsday addams #wednesday x tyler #tyler galpin #wednesday smut #tyler galpin smut

[dominantslasherking]

Michael Myers x Childhood Friend Male reader

Basically Michael had only one friend which was Male reader and he ends up meeting Make reader after so many years and becomes obsessed with him

Love you And your work<333

Michael Myers with dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

"Leave him alone!" You screamed out running as fast as your small body could take you, charging at the other's boys we were beating up a small kid, with short blonde hair.

"And what the hell are you gonna-" Before the bully could speak up, you suddenly socked him in the face, doing the same to the other one as well. You helped the boy up, and tugged him along with you, "Let's get outta here before they get back up!" You muttered to him, noticing the bruises on his arms and face as well as the current bloody scratches

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Gently taking a cotton swab and cleaning up his bloody scratches, before putting dinosaur bandaids on him. "Thank you..." He muttered out, looking at you with utter awe, you gave him a smile, finally, he decided to talk to you after the intense silence.

"It's alright, I'm glad to help...hopefully my parents don't find out...That I attack those bullies." you scratched your head in awkwardness. "'I'm (Name) (Last Name)!" You quickly introduced yourself with a smile holding out your hand, only for him to just stare and look at it reluctantly.

"Michael Myers." He spoke looking at you, as you took his hand to show him your comics.

And that was how you and the future slasher became best buddies, of course until the fatal accident of him, murdering his parents and sister.

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"Mommy? Where are they taking Michael?" You asked in confusion clinging onto your mother, as she tried to pry your eyes away from Michaels's fretful gaze upon you.

"(Name!), (Name!)!" Michael called out to you, frantically trying to get to you, but the cops quickly held him back and tazed him.

You tried to run towards him but your mother held onto you tightly and told you no multiple times.

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Wiping the blood off your lip as you smiled in the mirror, touching the cut, before looking towards your nightstand and seeing the little picture of your childhood you hung up. It was you and a boy...what was his name again...Mike? No...no, something close.

You let out a hum, as you drew closer to the picture and lifted it up into your hands, you gently traced the old photo and suddenly muttered, "Michael Myers..." Your husky voice rang out in the house, before the lights suddenly turned off, the entire house switched into bleak and black darkness.

"Ah, shit, they told me this house had nothing wrong with it!" you cursed out. Recently moving into this house, was something you didn't know why you did...maybe it was because you remembered your dear friend Michael recently, and couldn't forget about him, but your parents rather forced you to as they sent you to therapy after learning of what your friend did.

Maybe you moved here hoping he would return one day, and still consider you a friend.

You neatly placed the picture back where it was, before halting to the door, you opened the door, only suddenly to be forcefully slammed on your butt.

"What the hell?" You cursed out in the darkness, your eyes slightly adjusting as you made out the figure of a tall man in a suit, wearing a mask. But what mostly caught your eyes was the knife.

You quickly got up, not expecting him to put you in a quick chokehold, He leaned down almost as if teasing you as he raised his knife.

Michaels's eyes suddenly snapped to the picture, tilting his head, of course at first he took a quick glance...but it did seem strange.

The slasher suddenly dropped you, slowly making his way over to the picture.

"H-Hey-D-Don't touch that!" You yell, not wanting the killer to ruin your prized picture.

You watched as he pointed at the small version of you, "U-uhm-?" You looked at him confused as he turned back at you and pointed with much more aggression. "You want to know who the boy is?" You asked out not sure if that is what he wanted to get across.

Michael nodded his head, "Well, thats me..." You spoke up, Michael taking a closer look at you and the younger version of you, seeing a resemblance.

"Michael.." His deep voice spoke out saying his own name as he pointed at the picture and then himself.

Gulping on your saliva, you slowly walked forward, as Michael put the knife down to his side. Gently placing your palm on his mask, he leaned into the touch, needily.

"The recent murders, of the men with the same hair, eye color and much more as me...were you?" You slowly put it together...Before continuing, "Did you get angry that they weren't me?" He figuriously nodded his head

"I see," You spoke, awkwardly pulling him into a hug. At last, the slasher had you right where he wanted you, holding him, after so many stalkings and killings of the wrong people, he finally found you.

His childhood friend and soon-to-be lover that he would do, anything for. And I mean, Anything

#michael myers x male reader #michael myers x reader #michael myers fanfic #Slasher x male reader #Michael myers #Slasher x reader