#wholesome fills for filthy prompts

[heyboydraws]

Breath Play and Riding for @samwilsonbingo

(These are very wholesome)

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

MR. REIGNS

Prompt: Requested by nonny

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, degradation (name calling), flirting, daddy kink, sir kink, age gap

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @wickedsunfire , @akiko-tanaka , @aerynscrichton , @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @reigns-5sos , @lustyromantic , @auawdo , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @nicolewoo , @writtingrose , @bayley-no-friends

Notes: Disclaimer - For respect purposes, I’ll be using a fictional name for Roman’s daughter on this fic. If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist

It’s finally Senior Year - and what a fucking relief that is! No more stressful and endless studying hours, no more busting our asses off for mediocre grades, no more shitty frat parties “and last - but certainly not least- no more breaking up with asshole boyfriends at said crappy parties!

I don’t like younger guys. They’re inexperienced, get flustered easily, and don’t care whatsoever about reciprocating pleasure towards their girlfriends or hookups! I like older men...there's something about them that’s just perfect. “When I first met Amber Reigns, I never imagined that I would be blessed with such an amazing best friend. That’s why I knew it was wrong to have the hots for her father, but c’mon! Have you seen the man? He’s delicious! And I’m made of flesh and blood, therefore I have my weaknesses too. And Mr. Reigns is one of my biggest weaknesses.

“Y/N” Amber peeked her head inside my dorm room “Are you ready? My dad’s waiting for us in the parking lot”

“Yeah, I got everything I need” I said while putting on my backpack

“Do you mind going to the car? I’ll be right behind you, I just need to leave some books at the library, because if I don’t they’ll fine me like twenty dollars” She rolled her eyes in annoyance

I giggled “Sure. But don’t take too long flirting with the library boy” I responded in a teasing tone

She stuck her tongue out and left.

I made my way towards the parking lot and saw him standing there, leaning sexily against his pickup truck. He was wearing an extremely tight black tank top, which did nothing but accentuate his rippling muscles and tanned skin that were on full display. The intricate patterns of his tattoo could be seen from afar, the way the black lines molded to his skin like a shield never failed to turn me on, and a pair of black joggers caressed his strong thighs beautifully. His long, black, silky hair was tied up in a tight knot at the back of his head....the man was a fucking sight for sore eyes!

“Hello, Y/N” He greeted with a smile

“Mr. Reigns” I said shyly

He grabbed my backpack and placed it in the trunk of his car “How are you?”

“I’m good, sir. How are you?”

“Better now” He winked and smirked. And I almost came in my pants

“Where’s Amber?”

“She went to the library to return some books, sir”

“Don’t I get a hug?” He smiled

I awkwardly hugged him as I felt the smell of his cologne filling up my lungs and this weird feeling of wholesomeness took over me

“Let’s get inside the car, it’s too hot out here” He laughed

Amber had invited me to spend this holiday weekend with her family, and since I wasn’t feeling much in the mood to go home, I said yes. The only thing I didn’t know was that she planned on going to Mr. Reigns’ house instead of her mom’s house. Before I could fantasize in my daydreams for too long, Amber had returned from the library and hopped into the vehicle.

“Who will be spending the weekend with us?” Amber asked as she fastened her seatbelt

“Your uncles will be coming tomorrow afternoon with your cousins. Your brother decided to go to his girlfriend’s parents, and your sister is coming over on Sunday” Mr. Reigns replied as he turned onto the highway leading to his home.

During the two hour long ride, Mr. Reigns and Amber spent most of the trip conversing animatedly, occasionally asking me a question or two to keep me from feeling too left out, but I let them mostly catch up amongst themselves.

When we got to his place it was the end of the afternoon, and Mr. Reigns went to the kitchen to cook us dinner. I took the opportunity to shower and change into some clean clothes, nothing fancy though, just a pair of yoga pants and a gray tank top. While Amber was taking one of her famously long baths, I got bored and decided to go downstairs to see what Mr. Reigns was cooking.

“Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirked

“Amber is taking a bath” I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance

“Oh great” He grunted, but a smile danced on his lips “That will be quick” He joked, and I laughed in response

“So when is your girlfriend coming?” I asked nonchalantly and leaned against the kitchen island as he chopped some carrots

“Girlfriend?” He chuckled “I know nothing about that”

“How is that possible?” I asked in disbelief

“I don’t need someone in my life in order to be happy, Y/N”

“I’m not saying you do, Mr. Reigns. I’m just saying I find it hard to believe that a man like you doesn’t have a girlfriend”

“And why aren’t YOU spending the holidays with your boyfriend?” He teased

“Boyfriend? I know nothing about that” I mocked

He cackled “And why not? Maybe a boy in college wants to be your boyfriend?”

“I don’t like young guys” I shrugged

“Oh really?” He scooted closer “What do you like then?”

“I like older men”

“How old?” He flirted

The vixen part of my brain woke up once I saw the fire in his eyes “Around your age”

“My age?”

I nodded

“And what does a twenty two year old little girl like you know about men my age?” He licked his lips

“Oh Mr. Reigns...I know a lot” I smirked

………………………………………………………………………………………..

We went to sleep late that night, so the next morning I didn’t even hear Amber calling for me so we could go to the grocery store. When I slowly opened the door of the guest bedroom, I heard Mr. Reigns saying:

“I’ll stay here with her and you go to the store, because God forbid if I forget to buy whatever is your addiction at the moment” He chuckled

“Dad, stop!” She giggled “You’re making me sound like a terrible person, AND it’s Twinkies, ok?”

“Again? I thought it was chocolate with nuts”

“Nope, it’s Twinkies now, and just for that, I’ll buy an extra box just to piss you off” She laughed deviously and left out the door.

When her car left towards the highway, I saw Mr. Reigns going up the stairs and coming towards my guest bedroom. I quickly went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth.

Mr. Reigns slowly opened the door of my room as I was leaving the bathroom.

“So you’re awake?”

“I woke up when Amber was leaving”

“Why didn’t you go to the store with her?”

“Wasn’t feeling like it. Why are you in my room, Mr. Reigns?”

“I came to check on you”

“Why? Do I need someone watching over my sleep?” I laughed

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok, Y/N”

With a smirk on my lips, I said “So you had no other intentions AT ALL?”

“Would you like me to have other intentions?” He chuckled

“Who wouldn’t?”

“You know this is wrong, right?”

“If I heard it correctly, Mr. Reigns, you were the one who wanted to stay behind, and you are the one who came up here” I shrugged

“Touché” He pushed me down on the bed, and covered my body with his

“If it’s so wrong, why are you doing it, sir?”

“Because” He licked his lips “Everything that is forbidden tastes sweeter, don’t you think?”

I giggled while my hands dipped inside his white t-shirt “That’s your shitty excuse?” And chuckled “C’mon, I know you can do better than that”

He cackled “Maybe...or maybe it’s the truth” His hands pulled my satin shorts down “I’ve thought about this ever since I first saw you”

“So why did it take you so long to do something about it?”

“I wanted to make sure you felt the same” His lips brushed against mine

“We better hurry up before someone gets here”

“It takes two and a half hours to get to the store and back, baby. We’ve got plenty of time” He smirked and kissed my lips deeply.

His full lips tasted like caramel coffee, something he drank every morning without a fail. I undid his perfect bun and let his black, silky hair fall upon his shoulders as we kissed. Moaning into the kiss, I pulled his hair while I wiggled my hips, which made him groan.

“So eager” He slapped my ass “I like that. Makes me wanna fuck you even harder”

He took my wrists and locked them on top of my head while rubbing his bulge against my core.

“Please, daddy” I moaned “Please fuck my pussy”

He growled at my pleading and pulled his joggers down quickly. Roman teased my clit with his tip, sliding it up and down my folds, applying more pressure every time he hit my little nub.

“No more teasing, Mr. Reigns... Please...”

Roman smirked and slid in me with one soft thrust.

“Fuck” We moaned together

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he filled my core like nothing else. His size was beyond perfect to me and I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure any longer.

“That’s my good little slut, moan for the one who owns this pussy” He pulled all the way out, until just the tip was in, and then he went in again with a rough thrust

“Oh yes, Mr. Reigns. Keep going please” I moaned loudly

He gripped me by the neck and chuckled “Such a needy whore! I love seeing what I can do to you. The power I have over you...How you lose yourself while I fuck you” He slapped my ass vigorously “You’ve been waiting a long time to have me in you, haven’t you, my sweet whore?”

“Yes, sir” I panted

“Then tell me! Who’s my filthy little slut?”

“Me, daddy”

He snarled before fucking me faster “Say it!”

“I’m your filthy little slut, sir” Tears started to gather in my eyes, as I could feel overstimulation being so close

“Then cum for me, like a filthy, little, slut” He whispered in my ear, while pinching my clit.

It didn’t take him long to reach his high, and Roman quickly pulled out and spilled his seed on my mound.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet kiss

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up” Roman looked up at the clock and continued “And if we’re quick enough in the shower, we can have another round before someone gets here”

He picked me up in his arms, bridal style and whispered

“I still need to taste this pussy or else I’m gonna become a mad man” He smirked when I gasped

And ran towards the bathroom.

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[mypoisonedvine]

awestruck || lee bodecker x modern!reader

based on a request for how lee would react to today's women.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: smut (including oral, m and f receiving, and anal... lots of anal), degradation/praise, reader being a complete hoe for lee bodecker because I know y'all bitches and I know what you're up to, essentially pwp because I refuse to explain how/why lee is in the modern era

You were very, very different than the women Lee was used to.

With them it had been months of courting and flowers and seduction to get a few minutes of kissing, maybe even some over-the-clothes touching, but if he went too far he got slapped and dumped.

With you it was a swipe right and half an episode of something called "net flicks" and you were straddling him and grinding on him and kissing him like you had never wanted anything so much.

With them, sex was missionary only, every other week only, in bed only, and even when he made them feel good they didn't like to show too much enthusiasm because it was unladylike, apparently.

With you it was things he hadn't even realized were options-- like the very first time, when you were holding onto his knees for balance as you bounced your ass on him, moaning loudly, your pussy gripping him for dear life.

With women back then, sex was a thing women let men have as a begrudging favor, but you begged him for it, sobbed and shook and shivered beneath him, opened your legs for him constantly... he could barely keep up, honestly, but he was more than happy to try. When he couldn't come any more at least he could get you off with his fingers or devour your cunt, and you loved it.

Almost as much, you loved doing things women absolutely did not do in 1966. Only hookers gave blowjobs then, but you got on your knees and sucked him off gladly, getting wet just from his cock down your throat. You even swallowed his come; you even let him paint your face with it and it genuinely blew his mind.

He was totally in awe of you. You weren't just the woman of his dreams, you were beyond that: never in a million years could he have dreamed up a girl like you. Even further, he never would've thought he'd actually get to call you his girl.

"Yours, yours, all yours," you chanted as he pounded you into the mattress.

"Yeah you are," he agreed, "my fuckin whore, huh? My pretty fucktoy?"

"Yes," you sobbed, and he loved how much you loved being called rude things like that. "Whatever you want..."

"But it's not about what I want, is it?" he grinned. "It's about how you want to be used, all the filthy things you want me to do to you, ain't that right?"

You whined a little but nodded.

"So tell me what you want," he prompted.

"I want... I want you to take my ass," you admitted suddenly, biting your lip a bit as he stopped moving to stare down at you in shock.

"You— I— what?" he stammered.

"You... you don't have to, if you don't want—“

"Oh, I want," he cut you off to assure, "I wanna give you anything you ask for. I just... I didn't even know... How long have you been thinkin' about this?"

"Ever since the first time you fucked me," you admitted, making him choke on his gasp. "Remember, how I rode you and you kept staring at my ass? I kept hoping you'd hold me down and put your thumb in it while you fucked me..."

"Oh Christ," he groaned, "so that's how it is then? You're tryna kill me?"

You giggled, and he pulled out to roll you onto your back, kissing you suddenly.

"You're too fuckin good to be true," he sighed against your lips. You laughed and hugged him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I'm really nothing special," you denied with a smirk as he kissed his way to your neck, "a lot of girls will do that nowadays."

"It's not that you're willing to do it, honey, it's that you want it so bad," he explained in a whisper right against your ear. "I don't need half the stuff you do, I'd be happy with wholesome lovemaking three times a week. What's so amazing is that you want more... and for some goddamn reason you want it from me."

He kissed you again, a little slower but a lot harder, until he pulled back just enough to growl: "Turn over."

You happily flipped onto your stomach, arching your back to wiggle your butt out towards him.

"Quit actin' so desperate," he scolded with a hard spank that made you groan. "You're a hell of a woman but you sure as hell ain't no lady."

"You like it," you pointed out with a grin.

"Well, that's beside the point," he smirked back as he reached down to circle your tight rim with his finger. You reached up to your bedside drawer, from which a bottle of lube appeared in your hand that you passed back to him. "Now what's a sweet girl like you doing with this in her bedside drawer, huh?" he mocked, popping the cap to apply some to his fingers. "I see, you've got all sorts of guys coming over to fuck you in the ass, I'm just one of your hookups."

"No, just you," you sighed as he started to slide his lubed up finger over your hole. "I just want you, Lee, I swear."

"Hey, you're a modern woman, it would be too much to expect you to be a devil in the sheets and strictly monogamous..."

"Lee, baby, it's just you, haven't even thought about anybody else since I met you— fuck!" you gasped, interrupting yourself as he pushed one finger in.

"Just relax honey," he instructed, "if you can't take a finger I won't put my cock in you."

"No, please, need it," you whined. "I'll be good, please..."

He smiled and pushed the second finger in, slowly twisting within you and starting to stretch you out.

"More," you whispered, almost too quiet to hear but he heard you and quickly added a third finger which made you tense up at first before relaxing again.

He was entranced by watching your body open up for him, amazed at how well you were adjusting and how clearly your noises indicated enjoyment. He wouldn't have agreed to this if he didn't think you'd like it, and he had fully prepared himself for you to change your mind, but here you were... looking like you were having an even better time than he was.

"Please, I'm ready, I want it," you begged.

"No, baby, you need a little more," he assured, pushing his fingers deeper to be sure you'd be able to take him.

"Please please pleeeaaasse, I need your cock in me, I need you to fuck my ass—!"

He cut you off with another spank, pulling his fingers out of you to slather his cock with some lube and line it up with your hole. "You're sure?" he hissed.

You nodded eagerly and he barely moved his hips forward, just enough to start to slide his head into you, and you both let out a deep noise of pleasure together. But he didn't slow down until he met the end of you, one long smooth stroke into your waiting body until his hips met yours and he thought he might lose it right then and there.

"Oh my god," he sighed, "your ass is... so fuckin' tight..."

He started to move a little faster, pinning you down as you gasped and moaned so beautifully.

"Won't be by the time I'm done with it," he promised through his teeth, picking up his pace once again as you clutched at the sheets beneath you— yet your back arched to push your hips up towards him, so it was obvious you loved it. "That's whatcha want, sweetheart? For me to stretch out your ass?"

"Please," you whimpered.

"God, you're good, you're so good," he hissed, his hips slapping into your soft flesh loudly now, his rough hands pinning your shoulders down. “Too fuckin’ good…”

Your moans sounded different than usual— deeper, needier, desperate in a way he very much understood as he tried to hold himself back from fucking you too hard. It was difficult to pick where to look since every part of you looked so beautiful like this but he went ahead and settled his gaze on your face, the breathless moan you were perpetually caught in as your eyes fell shut and your mouth was open slack.

You chanted his name in a hoarse whisper as he fucked you harder, one more reminder to both of you that it was his body filling yours, his cock penetrating you in such a taboo way.

"I'm— I'm gonna come," you stammered, causing his brain to short circuit for a moment.

"You... you're gonna come, from this? Just this?" he realized.

You nodded, and he really had to hold back to not fill you instantly at the thought of you coming from anal alone. He understood now how he had suddenly appeared in this strange time, with no idea how or why; he must have died and gone to a very fucked up heaven.

“Go ahead and come then,” he instructed darkly. “Wanna see you come for me.”

He could all but see the shiver run up your spine, your upper teeth digging into your lip as you whimpered louder and louder— and it was a bit harder than normal to tell by the feel of you that you were coming, but the noises you made were incontrovertibly those of a woman thrown into pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, your moans exhausted and weak, and he couldn’t take it anymore: with a grunt of his own, he filled your insides with his spend, barely managing to hold his weight up so he wouldn’t crush you.

You hummed, wiggling a little under him as you caught your breath, and it was almost too much on his sensitive, softening cock.

“That was… you are…” he started over a few times, not even sure what to say.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you announced as you sat up and gave him a quick kiss. “Join me later?”

“O-okay,” he mumbled, watching you dash to the bathroom as he fell back onto the bed and contemplated the wonderful insanity his life had become with you in it. Maybe the future really is bright after all...

#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker smut

[snowstark]

Pretty Things [teenker].

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requested by @alignallofthelights!

Prompt: Omega!Peter and Omega!Harley both go into heat at the same time, Alpha!Tony knots them through it, they alternate between knottings and both Peter and Harley are impatient for their respective turns. They use a knotting dildo while they wait, but nothing fills them quite like Tony's knot. Bonus points if Peter and Harley argue with each other while Tony knots the other (“it's always your turn,” “why do you go first”) and one uses the others heat scent to make Tony re-knot while his knot is deflating, etc. making the other omega have to wait longer for their turn with Tony.

AKA Peter and Harley both want to get railed into a new dimension by Tony.

When Tony stepped into the house, he was met with the sweet scent of omega slick—no, two scents, lingering in the air, sharp and tangy and just right. He set his grocery bags down, tilting his head, and chuckled when he heard pitiful whimpering noises coming from their bedroom, just like music to his ears, his sweet, precious omegas.

He headed straight for the room, opened the door quietly, and inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

The boys had made their nest, not overly extravagant, having each other was enough. They’d stripped off their clothes, probably because it’d been too hot for them, and the clothes lay in a messy pile on the floor next to the bed. There were four thick blankets surrounding them in a soft pile, pretty shades of blue and green and pink and yellow that Tony had bought for his good boys, and a few of Tony’s t-shirts and hoodies, and each of their stuffies—a white bear for Peter, a brown one for Harley.

Fucking precious.

And it would be absolutely wholesome, except for the fact that they were both clearly in heat, panting and crying and desperate and needy.

Harley was the first to spot him, and he made a pitiful little noise in his throat, quiet, but it was loud enough to catch Peter’s attention. The other boy turned his gaze too, following Harley, and his eyes widened pitifully at the sight of Tony standing at the door.

Tony stepped inside, not bothering to close the door behind him, and pulled his tie free before shrugging off his suit jacket. He undid the cufflinks, making the two omegas whimper—Tony recalled with a smile how they’d once told him that him taking off his cufflinks killed them, that was how hot it was—and then rolled up his shirt sleeves.

“How long have you been like this, hm, poor things?” Tony crooned, shifting onto the bed.

Both boys instinctively scrambled over to him, practically toppling over each other like little pups, making him smile.

“Looks like a bit, huh?” he murmured, opening his arms and letting them snuggle close. “Sweet things. Alpha’s here now. He’ll take care of you.”

Peter let out a small mewl at that, then tipped his head up, exposing his neck hungrily and desperately enough to make Tony’s mouth water. “Please,” the boy whimpered, trying to press closer and accidentally shifting Harley back. “Need your knot, please, Alpha—”

“Me too!” Harley whined, brow furrowing in what looked like anguish. “Me too, Alpha, please—”

God, they were going to kill him.

Tony let out a small growl, then let his lips latch onto Peter’s neck, sucking and licking, and while he did, he threaded his fingers through Harley’s hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck too. He gave Peter one last hot stripe of his tongue before moving to Harley, relishing in his panting and whining, just as pretty as Peter’s noises had been.

“Alpha, alpha,” Harley panted, and the sweet, tantalizing scent grew stronger. When Tony pulled back, he followed helplessly, eyes half-lidded and already dazed.

With a crooning noise, Tony gently pushed the middle of his chest with a hand to tip him backwards, onto his back, lips twitching with amusement when Peter followed suit immediately, eyes flashing with need and a bit of possessiveness. Tony didn’t mind; he always did like it when his boys got riled up like this.

“Where to start…” he drawled, letting his fingers ghost over the boys’ chests, making them whimper and keen. “Hm.” He let his eyes wander throughout the room and rest on the box of toys they kept for easy access, and then nodded, satisfied. He pulled away from them to head over to the corner of the room to fish out the toys that had popped into his mind, ignoring the needy noises of protests that Harley and Peter made at his disappearance.

Once he’d found everything he needed, Tony shifted back onto the bed, holding up each toy for a few moments so that they could see what he had planned.

“Get on with it then,” Harley begged, eyes flashing with what was almost defiance, and his scent was tinged with desperate eagerness that contradicted his tone and words. “C’mon, we—been waiting all day, please, c’mon, you’re so slow.”

Oh, and there it was, Tony noted with delight. The feistiness, the brattiness, it had so much potential. It was always nice to be able to knock Harley back into his place, make him reel from being smacked him into submission, make him cry big fat tears and apologize and say, yes, Alpha, ‘m sorry, Alpha, pleasepleaseplease—

“We’ll start,” Tony agreed with a shark-like grin. He picked up the handcuffs—he preferred rope, that was no secret, but this was easier for what he had planned—and gestured for Harley to give him his wrists.

The omega eagerly obeyed and Peter whimpered with jealousy as Tony clicked them into place before hooking them onto the headboard.

“Oh, don’t cry, baby boy,” Tony crooned at Peter, letting his fingers brush over Peter’s cheek in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture. “I’m taking care of you first.”

“What?” Harley gasped in outrage, and Tony chuckled. “But—”

“Oh, yes, I know you’re the one who’s cuffed.” Tony pinched his nipple, making him yelp. Good omega. “That’s ‘cause we all know you can’t keep your hands to yourself, darling boy. Now, you stop yapping and I’ll take care of Petey-pie before moving on to you.”

Peter’s eyelashes fluttered as Tony moved to sit between his knees, ignoring Harley’s whine of complaint, though he took mercy and stroked his fingers on the inside of his thigh, just enough to soothe him.

Tony bent down and kissed the inside of Peter’s thigh, making the omega gasp. He chuckled lowly, rumbling in his chest, and licked a hot, wet stripe up to his balls. “Tell your Alpha what you want, baby,” he murmured, “and Alpha will give it to you.”

“I-I—” Peter whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. His curls were already in a sweaty mess over his forehead and Tony reached up to push them back. “W-Want you to—please—” His hips lifted off of the bed instinctively, and Tony chuckled again, pushing them down firmly.

“Alpha can’t do anything ‘till you tell him, omega.” That was bullshit, and they all knew that, but hey, it was a game, and Tony was in charge, so there.

“Eat me out,” Peter begged, face flushing shyly at the words, his eyes still squeezed shut tight. “Please, Alpha, ‘s been so long, need you s-so bad—”

“Shhh.” Tony pressed a kiss to his hip, then patted it. “Go on, then. Turn over. Since you asked so nicely. So pretty, baby.”

Peter flopped over immediately, raising his ass in a desperate offering, already making the prettiest keening noises Tony had ever heard and he hadn’t even started.

Good omega.

Tony bent his head, feeling Harley’s gaze burning into the side of his head, and licked up in one wet motion. The sweet taste of Peter and his slick flooded his mouth and he growled before going in for more, brain going white and fuzzy with omega, mine, my omega.

He growled and nipped at Peter’s cheek, making him whimper, and flattened his tongue to drag more wet stripes in his cleft. Peter’s hole fluttered with each mewl he gave, which only urged him on more, making him slip his tongue in to fuck him with it, a teasing precedent for what was soon to come. Wet noises filled the room, punctuated by Peter’s gasps and breathy moans and Tony’s chuckles against his skin.

Harley whimpered, the scent of his slick flooding Tony’s senses, and he grinned against Peter’s ass. He pulled back, wiped his chin on the back of his hand, and let a finger sink into Peter’s hole. It gave way easily, and Peter moaned, loud, pushing back against the finger.

“O-Oh—oh, god.”

“Feels good?” Tony murmured, shooting Harley a sly glance, smirking when the omega looked absolutely fucking wrecked and devastated. “You’re a good boy, Peter. You deserve Alpha’s knot. Don’t. You?” He punctuated his words with two fingers now, squelching in the wetness.

“Y-Yes!” Peter cried out, back arching in desperation. “Ohmygod, yes, Alpha, I-I—”

Tony leaned close and took one last lick around his fingers, then pulled back, grinning at how dazed Peter was now, and slid a hand through his sweaty curls. “You taste like fucking candy, omega.” He waited, but when he got no response, he gave the boy a crisp, light smack on his cheek, making his eyes roll into his head. Tony’s lips twitched with amusement. “Say thank you. Use your manners. Alpha rewards good boys.”

“T-Thank—Thank you,” Peter gasped, squirming. “‘s— please— more—”

“Oh, you want more?” Tony cooed. “Not enough? Greedy.” He pinched his thigh. “My greedy, needy omega. So filthy, you’re an absolute mess and I haven’t even played with you properly. You sure you want more?”

“Yes, please! Pleasepleaseplease—”

“Alpha!” Harley cried out, clearly unable to hold back. He was trembling in his restraints, and Tony took mercy on him and ran a hand down his chest.

“Yes, omega?” he drawled.

Harley stared at him with wet eyes. “I… I…”

“Yes?” Tony grinned.

Peter mewled next to him, and Harley blubbered, “Please, I—can I—can you please eat me out, please, I’ll be so good, I-I—” He broke off with a gasp, eyelashes growing heavy with tears.

“Oh, look at these crocodile tears,” Tony crooned, flicking some away with his thumb. He pinched Peter’s hip. “What do you think, baby boy? You think Harley deserves some fun now? Think he can behave? Be as good and sweet as you?”

Harley gasped again. “Please—”

“Didn’t ask you,” Tony told Harley mildly, making him whimper. “Peter?” He patted his hip.

Peter bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut tightly, looking torn between yes, he deserves it and no please, give me more, I deserve it. Eventually, though, like the good, sweet omega he was, the boy gasped, “Yes. Yes, Alpha, he— yes.”

“Mmm.” Tony reached up slowly and unhooked Harley from the cuffs, hearing the hitch in his breath. “Go on, then, Harley. You heard him. Flip over. Or are you gonna make me do all the work?”

“N-No, Alpha,” Harley stammered, hastily flopping over. “I want—”

“Oh, I know what you want.” Tony dragged his nails across his ass, making him gasp, and he watched in admiration as four pink lines bloomed across his ass cheek. “And I’m gonna give it to you, as long as you keep that damn mouth of yours shut. No sass, Harley.”

“No,” Harley agreed breathlessly. “N-No, no sass, promise, Alpha, promise.”

“Good,” Tony growled, and then spread his cheeks to bury his tongue, drawing flat, wet stripes across his pucker.

Harley moaned obscenely loud—a sharp contrast from Peter’s little whimpers and cries—and wriggled, squirming against the bed, back arching as Tony ruthlessly licked and kissed. He let his eyes flutter shut—my omega—and time passed.

Time passed as he indulged himself in the sweet scent and taste of his omega, taking over his entire goddamn world until the sound of Peter’s high-pitched crying and whining yanked him back out. Tony pulled back and cooed at the tear tracks on Peter’s face. “Poor thing,” he murmured. “You always look so pretty when you cry. Unlike this one—” He cracked a hand down on Harley’s ass, making him yelp “—who brats too much to look that angelic. Petey-pie’s an absolute angel, isn’t he, Harley, hm?” His tone made it clear that there was only one right answer to his question.

Fortunately for Harley, he seemed to be feeling smart enough—or maybe he was just too needy to even come up with a smartass answer. He nodded, panting, “Yes, yes, Alpha, he is, he’s pretty, he’s—”

“Mm, he is. Now, let’s see.” Tony drew back, allowing Harley to flip back over onto his back. Far too aware of their hungry gazes, he smirked, and pulled back to finally free his cock from his pants.

It was like a Pavlovian effect, the way Harley and Peter both perked up, eyes widening, and Peter licked his lips. God, Tony could see that they were aching for it; they had to be. It went straight to his cock, making it twitch. My omegas.

This was always the hardest part, choosing who got his knot first, choosing who would cry and whine and pout while waiting for his turn. He picked up the dildo he’d brought with him, one that had an inflatable knot, and held it up. “Volunteers?” he teased.

It was almost endearing how Harley and Peter both scowled in response.

Tony hummed, then gestured for Harley to flip over. The boy obeyed, albeit a bit reluctantly, and Tony grabbed the bottle of lube next to him. The cap opened with a snick and he coated the toy liberally with it. Harley glanced back and let out a small whine. “How come you always go first?” he complained, glaring at Peter.

Peter’s cheeks turned rosy, and the scent of his heat and desperation spiked, involuntarily, probably, making Harley scowl even more. Tony’s dick twitched again when he realized that they were literally fighting over who got his knot first. And if that wasn’t the biggest fucking turn-on for him, ever, he didn’t know what was.

“‘s not fair!” Harley whined, wriggling back like he was trying to reach Tony before Peter could. “Alpha, it’s—”

Tony clicked his tongue. “Shhh,” he murmured, and let the tip of the toy nudge against his entrance, pushing slightly. The head slipped in, and Harley groaned. Tony’s mouth went dry from lust; his omegas were so fucking tight, god, they were going to kill him. He slowly worked it in; Harley hadn’t really even needed the lube, but Tony knew that he liked it wet. “This isn’t a punishment, omega. You’re good. You’re very good. Alpha just wants to see you be patient.” God knew Harley could learn it, along with some manners. “Now let me give you what you need.”

Tony pushed the toy inside in one smooth motion and Harley keened, all thoughts of complaining gone by the sensation, back arching as he pushed back. Tony teased him with it a bit, then made sure it was fully seated inside him before grabbing Peter by his hips and dragging him close.

The omega yelped in surprise, but his legs fell open instinctively, making Tony grin. He yanked off the rest of his clothes quickly, then pushed two of his fingers against Peter’s hole. He pulled back to suck his fingers, making Peter flush red, and then worked them in.

Peter was still tight, even though he was in heat. Tighter than Harley, who could take his knot like a champ. Maybe that was why Tony was letting Peter have his knot first; he wanted to see some pretty tears trickling down a pretty face.

Peter gasped in complaint when he pulled his fingers out, but Tony quickly fixed the issue by letting his fingers press against Peter’s tongue, silencing any gulps. He pushed down just hard enough to elicit a gag, and didn’t let up, holding him there as he let the tip of his cock rub between Peter’s cheeks.

“You need it?” he crooned, and both Harley and Peter whined. “Shh, omega. You’ll get it. You know, you’re so fucking tight, I really do need to prepare you. Can’t hurt my pretty things, now can I?” He pulled his fingers out and placed a hand on Peter’s hip, holding him steady as let the head of his cock slip in slowly. Peter groaned, scrabbling to grab onto the bed, and Tony had to bite back a moan of his own as Peter clenched around him, tight and wet and silky.

My omega. He growled, and pinched Peter’s hip. “You’re so tight, omega, how do you expect me to give you my knot when you can’t even take in the tip of my cock, hm?” He pushed in slowly, making Peter wordlessly mewl again, and after a few moments, began to let his hips snap up.

He’d intended to go slow, but Peter was abso-fucking-lutely irresistible. Peter pushed back against him like the good boy he was, and Tony bit his lip to stop the flood of cursing that threatened to escape. He crooned, stroking a hand down his spine. “God, look at’chu,” he breathed, “you’re so fucking pretty, Petey. So gorgeous, lookin’ so damn pretty, impaled on your Alpha’s cock, begging for it, crying for it, you’re fucking perfection, a fucking masterpiece.”

Peter shivered, eyes squeezing shut tightly, and he whimpered, but it was a good kind, Tony knew that. Peter had the biggest praise kink out of all the omegas he’d met throughout his life, and Tony knew that he’d basically just drop-kicked him into submission with those words.

Harley let out a low moan. “A-Alpha, Tony, w-what ‘bout—”

“Shhh,” Tony hushed him, smirking when Harley moaned miserably again. He let his hips begin to work, and the sound of skin against skin filled the room for a few moments, punctuated by Peter’s gasps and keening whimpers until Tony reached over to place a hand over the end of the dildo, pushing it in.

Harley wailed.

Tony inflated the knot effortlessly, watching as shudders wracked Harley’s body. “Feels good?” he demanded breathlessly. “Tell me how good it feels. Now.”

“S-So good!” Harley gasped, groaning. “Good, ‘s full, not— not full ‘nough, please, Alpha, please, I n-need—”

He was interrupted by a high-pitched mewl from Peter as Tony let his hips snap up hard enough for his balls to smack against his ass, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“What do you need?” Tony gritted out, even though he already knew the answer. “I’ve filled your hole, I’m filling this one’s—fuck—so what do you—”

“Y-You!” Harley wailed, clenching around the dildo. “‘s not enough, please! N-Not full enough, ‘s not—”

The words went straight to Tony’s dick and he groaned, hips picking up their speed until he could feel it coming, he—oh, fuck—he came right in Peter without a warning with a grunt, and felt his knot begin to swell. Peter mewled, face etched with pure gratification and eyes shining with gratefulness as he looked up at Tony through half-lidded eyes.

“You need what he has, don’t you?” Tony growled as his knot finished growing. “Need to grow fuller, omega? A little toy’s not enough, is it? You need my knot, not a fake one?”

“Y-Yes!” Harley sobbed. “‘s not—please—”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Tony looked down and traced a finger delicately over the rim of Peter’s hole, stretched around his knot, making him whimper. “It’s almost your turn, shhh. No need for those crocodile tears, sweetheart.”

“N-Not—” Harley gasped, and Tony interrupted him.

“Yes, they are,” he said sternly. Harley cried. Despite his words, he felt a flash of sympathy for the omega, so he reached over and began to fuck him in earnest with the dildo, still inflated with the knot, making Harley’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “See, omega? I’m being nice to you. Gonna make you come. This one—” he cracked a hand down on Peter’s hip, enjoying the gasp he got in response “—hasn’t even been allowed to come yet; he’s been so busy enjoying my knot. You’re getting something he doesn’t have yet, and you should be grateful for it.”

“O-Oh, god—” Harley flailed, trying to grab onto something, to— to—

Tony paid him no mind, just fucking him earnestly until Harley’s body went taut. Reaching down, Tony gripped his cock and gave it a long, lazy stroke, still pumping the dildo, then watched in satisfaction as Harley wailed and came, his entire body shuddering from the force of it. Strings of white coated his hand and the sheets, and Tony pushed the knot in deep, knowing that nothing would be worse than if he chose to pull it out. That would just be pure torture, and he wasn’t that mean.

When Harley was done gasping and writhing, Tony lifted his hand to his mouth, drawling, “Made a mess everywhere, my sweet brat. What should we do about that, hm?”

Harley wordlessly shuddered and leaned forward, his tongue poking out to lap at Tony’s hand. Tony rumbled in his chest, pleased, and he didn’t take his eyes off of Harley until Peter whined.

He looked down, realizing that his knot was going down now, and Peter was trying to push back, clenching tight around him like he was trying to hold onto it, and it went straight to Tony’s head and dick. He swore and pulled out before Peter could convince him to fuck him senseless, wincing at the cry that Peter let out. “P-Please! Not yet, n-need more—”

Tony stroked a hand through his curls and murmured, “Shhh, it’s okay. You feeling empty, hm? You need me to help you?”

Harley made a little noise of disbelief and betrayal. “B-But—”

Tony clamped a hand over his nose and mouth, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, then released him, smirking when Harley fell silent. He reached behind him to pick up another knotting dildo, and Harley watched with wide eyes as he lubed it up and let it nudge against Peter’s entrance.

Peter cried in complaint, but Tony let it smoothly slip in, and inflated the knot again. “See?” he murmured, already shifting over to Harley as his cock began to harden again, eager at the scent of Harley’s desperation and neediness. “Alpha takes care of his pretty things.”

“N-Not ‘nough,” Peter cried, making Harley scowl before Tony wiped it off by deflating the knot and pulling the dildo out of him. He groaned.

“It is enough,” Tony told him as he moved between Harley’s legs. “You had your turn, and now it’s Harley’s.”

His pretty things were going to be the death of him, he thought as he let the tip of his cock slip in. Harley fluttered around him, and Tony let him adjust for a few moments, marvelling at how tight he was despite the fake knot he’d taken, before letting his hips begin to cant up, dragging desperate, almost pained noises from Harley. It wasn’t long before Harley pulled his knot from him, locking them in place.

“S-So good,” Harley gasped, clenching tight around Tony. “N-Needed you, Alpha, hnnngh.”

Tony rewarded him with a gentle stroke of his hand down his side, silently praising him.

Peter was whimpering breathily next to them, watching through half-lidded eyes and sweaty curls that fell across his forehead, and Tony reached over to push them back, then let two of his fingers slip into Peter’s mouth. He watched in rapt fascination as Peter suckled desperately, and didn’t pull them out even when he felt his knot begin to go down, not even when Peter came untouched from the feeling of the knot in his ass and his fingers in Peter’s mouth, filling him up in both ends just the way he needed.

Tony exhaled shakily as his knot fully went down, and Harley made a disappointed noise. Peter’s eyes snapped open, like he knew it was his turn again, and Tony chuckled. “M-Me?” Peter asked breathlessly, looking so fucking adorable. “‘s my turn, Alpha?” A sweet scent filled the room as Peter made a pleased, eager noise in the back of his throat.

Tony opened his mouth to reply that yes, it was Peter’s turn now, when Harley groaned in protest, like he was saying, already?

Tony looked down, ready to reprimand him, when Peter’s heat scent practically overpowered his senses, making him snarl a curse before he gripped Harley’s hips tight, fucking into him again. The feeling of wet and tight and mine blinded him.

Harley let a triumphant, pleased noise, and Tony saw white as he came again, knot growing again already.

Peter cried out in protest. “It was my turn!”

“And I got his knot,” Harley crowed, though his voice was raspy and equally as breathless. His body was wracked with shudders from the bone-melting pleasure of winning Tony’s knot again, and the scent of Peter’s distress and desperation wafted through the air. “F-Feels so good, thank you, Alpha, so big ‘n full ‘n perfect, o-oh—”

Peter cried out, and even through his daze Tony could see him clenching around the knotted dildo in his ass. “H-Hurts,” he sobbed. “N-Need, please—”

Harley growled.

“Boys,” Tony panted, voice full of censure, “no fighting. Play nice.”

Harley and Peter both made offended noises and he barked out a laugh.

Tony stroked Peter’s hair in consolation and let him fuck his hand, which he held in a loose ‘o,’ and indulged him with another orgasm.

When his knot went down again, he cracked a hand down on Harley’s ass as a silent reprimand for being greedy. Then, he pulled out slowly, watching the fluttering hole clenching around his cock, trying to hold on, and he gently soothed a hand down Harley’s back.

“Shh,” he murmured, though even he didn’t know who he was talking to. Both of them, probably. “Shhh. Let Alpha take care of you.” He shifted off the bed and crouched to open the mini fridge they had in the room, pulling out a bottle of water.

It was ice-cold, a sharp contrast to the warm bodies he’d been stroking and touching, but his hands didn’t shake as he twisted the cap open and carelessly tossed it onto the nightstand. He urged the boys to flip over with gentle touches and crooning words in a sing-song voice, then pressed the opening of the bottle to Peter’s lips first.

“A-Al—”

“Shhh,” Tony soothed again, gently tipping the bottle back, letting the water flow into Peter’s mouth. The omega spluttered at first, then began to thirstily gulp it down, encouraged by Tony’s petting and stroking.

Tony pulled it back once Peter had had half the bottle, then tipped Harley’s chin up and let him drink too. “Feels good, huh?” he murmured, watching Harley wordlessly gulp it down. “Good boys, both so good for me, so needy, so hungry, so sweet.”

Peter whimpered at the words, and the smell of more fresh slick made Tony’s mouth water. “Should probably make you eat something,” he murmured, crushing the now empty bottle effortlessly and tossing it to the floor. “Gotta keep your energy up.”

He reached into the fridge and pulled out some fresh strawberries, chuckling when they whined in protest. “Shh. It’ll be quick. Be good for Alpha.”

They both nodded, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes, and Tony blinked when he saw absolute, pure adoration in them.

His pretty things were so fucking perfect, and he was going to have the best time of his life helping them through their heats.

#starker #teenker #keenker #parkner #ironspider #tony/peter/harley #my fics #i hope you enjoy! <3 #it was my first time writing an a/b/o fic; i hope i did it justice <3 xx

[adelaidedrubman]

Balls 😌🙏

lydia i’m so glad you ended up requesting this one djjdshkjdj. also thank you to @chazz-anova for requesting!! it is for the jestiny x john x cooper threesome prompt ive owed you forever, excerpt below from a bit of the preamble setup at the testy festy. (title is, as they say, a double ender.)

John thought he honestly would have agreed to damn near anything if it meant he was mercifully allowed to excuse himself from the godforsaken Testicle Festival. He’d been blessed to have avoided the event for nearly a decade now, and for good reason. 

For one thing, it put him in an absolutely impossible position — he couldn’t risk tarnishing the Project’s wholesome reputation by really participating in the debauchery, but he also couldn’t risk being too disapproving and alienating the locals. So he was stuck there watching (and he had to make sure, with just the right amount of disdain on his face) as his girlfriend ran around downing shots, and taking puffs off cigarettes that were certainly not tobacco, and cramming a disturbing quantity of, well, fucking balls into her mouth. 

He should have known what hell the night would be when she agreed to let him plan a full three day vacation in exchange for attending the event, without even reserving veto power over anything he proposed. But frankly he was used to being the one who artfully and energetically bounced around parties as she complained and insulted the entire affair, and he hadn’t been prepared for how in her element at a social event she would be compared to him for once.

But there she fucking was, in it, while he was left feeling very uncharacteristically like an out of place wallflower as he watched with crossed arms Jessie dunk her entire head into a tub filled with (certainly filthy) water and sink her teeth into one of the apples floating atop the pool, tossing her head back to expertly retrieve it and spit into her palm with a victorious smile and a turn to her left. 

And also, frankly, feeling like a third wheel, he thought with growing bitterness as she high fived the blond who came up a second after her, hopping energetically to reach all the way to the palm of the man towering over her then sharing a laugh with him.

#side note can yall believe bobbing for apples was EVER a thing?? #like i feel like i should put a tw or something...... #otp: legends never die #otp: stop bothering these nice folks #otp: fuck around and find out

[scandalsavagefanfic]

DC Kink Meme Prompts List

Since the kink meme is getting a lot of attention and growing daily, I thought I’d post a convenient place where I can keep track of the prompts that I’d like to see filled again. I figure you’re all here because we share similar interests and this way, if you’re a writer with looking for a prompt, you don’t have to scroll through the almost 400 prompts that are currently posted. 

So here we go. Beware, this is a kink meme. These are nsfw and some may be triggering. 

JayDick Watersports -  Filled HERE

sub!Jason & Dom!Dick are in a consensual D/s relationship that has a heavy Master/slave dynamic (whether 24/7 or primarily during sex is up to you!). They're on a stakeout one night, and it's really cold, and, aw, fuck, Dick needs to piss, but he doesn't want his dick to freeze. Good thing he's got his bitch there with him, right? Dick pissing in Jay's ass preferred just to show the level of not caring about Jay's comfort [it's still cold!], but totally not gonna complain about piss drinking, either, if Dick's feeling a little more charitable. Is Jay surprised because it's the first time Dick has done this? Is this a normal, expected duty that he performs regularly? That's up to you!

Tim/Jason A/B/O - Filled

In an A/B/O world where omegas are in charge and alphas are treated like animals, or kept as pets, CEO Tim decides to treat himself to a new toy and buys Jason. Feel free to go as wild as you like with the kinks, I'm pretty unsquickable

Tim/Jason Stalker!Tim - Filled on the Meme by anon and HERE (by me)

Older Tim, younger Jason, where Tim's stalking gets a little obsessive once Jason takes over as Robin, and he starts stalking Jason out of costume as well as at night. A little judicious hacking later and he's able to keep an eye on Jason's internet activity too. Once he finds Jason looking at gay porn he knows he's got an in. And he starts blackmailing Jason, online at first, but escalating every time he gets Jason to go a little further, until he gets him to submit in person.

Slade/Dick/Jason - Filled amazingly HERE

Dick's been with Slade for a while, and now that he's stopped fighting and given into his training, Slade thinks he deserves a reward. Every good boy deserves a puppy, and Batman's new Robin looks like he could fit the role perfectly.

Jason Todd - Object Insertion - Filled on the meme (art)

Honestly, that's all I've got for you. I just want someone making Jason take things up his ass that have no business being there. Consensual or not are both fine! Any ship, though definitely a strong preference for Roy, Slade, Tim, Kyle, Dick, Roman or Ra's. Preferably not underage, but I'm not entirely opposed.

Ra's/Jason - Filled HERE

Ra's test drives an undunked Jason. The boy must be useful for something, after all, and he looks so pretty in chains. ABO welcome. 

Prompt- Pegging (Jason) - Filled HERE

Jason gets pegged by one (or more ;)) of the lovely ladies of the DC universe. And enjoys it thoroughly Pairing is dealer's choice. <3

Bruce/Jason 

Bruce takes in Jason off the streets, but more for use as a personal whore than to be Robin. Bonuses for Bruce still adopting Jason and getting off on fucking his son. EXTRA bonus points for Alfred's unfazed acceptance/support of it and perhaps even his participation.

Jason Todd Intercrural Sex - Filled on meme

This man deserves more thigh fucking and so do we! All ships welcome!

No Title - Bruce/Jason, Dick finds out Bruce has been sexually abusing Jason

One of the other prompts made me realize that while there are a lot of fics where Jason discovers Bruce has been abusing Dick, there are none the other way around and suddenly I have a craving. So I would like for Dick to find out (maybe right after Jason returns, Dick catches them and overhears Bruce say something to indicate it used to happen regularly) that Bruce had been sexually abusing Jason since the moment he found him and try to save him. And like, because of his background as a child prostitute, Jason kind of thinks it's normal or that it's the only way he could earn love? Maybe Bruce implies that Jason is useless otherwise and he'd end up back on the streets if he's not useful. Maybe Bruce is even happy to point out that the reason he never even considered touching the others is because they were too good for it, pure and wholesome, while Jason was ruined goods.

Dick/Jason fuck-or-die bottom!Jay 

I would absolutely kill to see a fic where Dick is forced to fuck Jason (for whatever reason but preferably not due to sex pollen/aphrodisiacs/drugs - I would prefer if they were both in their right minds please) Preferably they wouldn't be in a relationship or have secret feelings for each other and this would be mutual noncon/rape with a focus on how horrified they are that they're having to do this to each other. I would really, really like if it was bottom!Jason for this, but that there is acknowledgement that Dick is being raped here too!

Skeezy Ric Grayson

One specific fic I read has completely coloured my perception of Ric, and now I'm just desperate to see him being a total creep. Perving on his siblings and former friends. Would love to see him not take no for an answer, especially with someone who doesn't want to fight back because "it's still Dick in there somewhere, I can't hurt him" or something like that. Preference for Wally (HiC who?) or Jason, but Tim, Roy, Babs or Donna would be okay, too! A/B/O with Alpha!Ric would be a bonus but isn't necessary.

Cassie/Rose bondage spanking and D/s, semi-dubious consent

Cassie has had enough of Rose mouthing off and causing trouble, so she ties her up with her lasso and lectures her. Rose mockingly asks her if she’s going to spank her for being a bad girl, and much to her surprise, Cassie does. They both enjoy it much more than expected

Nyssa/Talia

Nyssa/Talia, set post-Death and the Maidens, Talia restrained while Nyssa gets her off, begging to be allowed to reciprocate. Bonus points for twisty fucked up Nyssa POV with all kinds of big global megalomaniacal justifications for what she's doing and how important it is to the greater good. (Reposted from old DC kinkmeme)

Jason Todd/Dick Grayson/Roy Harper/Koriand’r

Kori loves watching her subs play with each other and rewards them well for good behavior

JayTim hatesex

Jason and Tim having incestuous-sibling-rivalry-hate-sex against the memorial

Any Bats/???, Alfred has to clean up

Poor Alfred often gets stuck cleaning up the mess when any of the family bring partners over. The crackier the circumstances the better!

Slade/Jason identity porn

Slade and Jason fuck while in costume as and pretending to be Batman and Nightwing respectively

Kyle Rayner/any

Kyle winds up working as a stripper somehow. Some other heroes find out and pay him a visit

Batfam/Jason; non con or resigned-to-his-fate cumdumpster!Jason

Could also be Earth-3 Owlfam/Jason. A/B/O welcome but it doesn't have to be. Would appreciate any one or combination of the following: dehumanization/objectification, humiliation, public sex, breeding kink, restraints, fucking machines, cum enemas, lots of cum in general, size kink... I just want something unapologetically filthy. I'm pretty much good with everything but scat.

Dick/Tim non/dub-con, universe hopping

Dark Dick from a dark universe ends up in the main universe, where he is delighted to find a brand new Timmy to play with, who unconditionally trusts his brother and doesn't know he's been replaced. Cue Dick slowly luring him in so he can have his fun. Tim doesn't realize until it's too late, or doesn't realize at all and has no idea how his beloved older brother could do this to him. Main universe has fully platonic, familial relationships within in the batfam. Feel free to imply/state anything you like about the dark universe. Grooming/slowly warming Tim up to more and more touches, crying, overstimulation, bondage, or any combination thereof are all bonuses

Young Justice S3 Dick/Jason omegaverse

Alpha!Dick Grayson is stuck on a mission and somehow has to help the mysterious Red-Hooded omega through his heat. But they have to stay quiet in order to not wake the pup Damian sleeping right next to them. Preferably there's an identity reveal in there where Dick finds out the omega is Jason Todd under the mask.

Addict!Roy Harper Noncon

Noncon (or possibly dubcon, if the manipulation is clear enough to readers) with Snowbirds Don't Fly era!Roy Harper as the victim. Could be an OC, another Titan, a Leaguer, a canon villain... Dealer's choice! Looking for something that really focuses on how he's being taken advantage of, rather than just "can't technically consent because he's high, but is totally into it."

Woder Woman/Batman, Rough Sex

Bruce loves it when Diana is rough with him

Bane/Bruce, violent noncon

Something set during Knightfall, where Bane decides to take “breaking the Bat” even further by raping Bruce and possibly also his precious little Robin

Jay/Tim bdsm AU, sub Jay

What it says on the tin. Was thinking maybe also an arranged marriage of sub Jason to dom Tim Drake, to cement a business union but also because subs aren’t full citizens.

Robin!Jason/Bruce Somnophilia

Bruce drugs his new little Robin and slips into his room. He takes his time with him, enjoying Jason before carefully opening and fucking him. Would be great if Jason wakes up towards the end but can't do anything but take it- maybe because of the drugs, maybe because of the way Bruce is holding him down, or even because he likes it.

Sidekicks/Villains noncon glory wall

Any sidekicks you want—Speedy, the Robins and Batgirls, Kid Flash and Impulse, the Wonder girls, etc.—being displayed in a glory wall, leaving their holes open for fucking. Interested villains can pay to fuck any hole they desire, and they enjoy wrecking the sidekicks and filling them with come

Robin!Jason/Villains & Henchmen?

Robin Jason gets captured and tied up by the villain of the week, who decides to take advantage of the situation. Robin is blindfolded and groped/fucked by the villain and maybe some henchmen while waiting for Batman to rescue him. Batman finding a bound and blind Jay too tempting to resist is a bonus.

Dickjay daddy kink

Older! Dick and bottom! Jason. Jason came back years later and Dick is around 40.

OmegaJason/Batfam first heat, lactation

It's Jason's first heat and the alphas of the pack know that his milk is on its way soon. All it needs is a little encouragement. A few knots and some nipple play should do it. His milk tastes perfect as it starts to flow.

Jason/Dick, Jason/RomanSionis, Hooker!Jason & Officer Grayson

So this is based off a discussion from AGES ago in the jayroman discord server that I still think about to this day XD A no capes au in which Jason never gets picked up by Bruce and ends up a crime alley prostitute who somehow along the way caught the eye of Black Mask and winds up working for him. And Black Mask has basically the whole city in his pocket, including the police force, which is why it’s so annoying when this little upstart, Officer Dick Grayson, starts to try to challenge his hold on the city, the little goody two-shoes denying any and all bribes and refusing to back down in the face of threats. And it should be easy to squash one annoying little bug, but somehow all attempts have failed and he can’t openly go after him without risking his reputation as a clean, law-abiding businessman, a reputation that’s slowly starting to unravel thanks to the dogged efforts of Officer Grayson, because the little shit is annoyingly not as stupid as his attempts to go after Roman would make him seem and despite all of Roman’s power and having basically the entire police force and the various other government officials Roman has in his pocket against him, he has made far too much headway in his endeavors So Roman gives Jason the job of seducing Dick, because if bribery and threats don’t work, video evidence of an officer fucking an underage hooker makes excellent blackmail material, and should be enough to take him down for good if he ever steps a toe out of line again Except no matter how Jason tries to seduce him, Dick is just too decent a guy to take advantage (Ex: Jason: *shows up wearing even more revealing clothes than the night before.* Dick: “You must be cold, here, take my jacket.” etc.) And before he knows it, Jason finds himself growing weirdly fond of the infuriating idiot with his stupid puns and painful sincerity

Roman Sionis/Jason Todd, AOB noncon impregnation gang rape

Intersex AOB verse. Roman wants to punish and claim the upstart omega, so he plugs Jason’s cunt and lets his men anally rape Jason until the omega begs Roman to breed his pussy

TimKon, a/b/o, alpha!Tim, bottom Conner

Humans have a/b/o. Kryptonians do not. Alpha!Tim thinks that he shouldn't bother Kon about Tim's rut. Kon thinks otherwise. Whether Kon can keep up with Tim (superpowers got to be good for something, right?) or is overwhelmed is up to anon :) I am absolutely unsquickable so whatever extra kinks are fine with me. Just please top!Tim only. Please, my crops are dying.

past romanjay now mobJay, gangbang

After getting tired with his new toy, Roman decided to just give his subordinates a chance to have fun with it. But mostly he just want to see the red hood to get more humiliated after destroying his empire.

Damian Wayne/Jason Todd, bestiality

It's time for Damian to introduce his new acquired pet to the pack, Titus and Ace.

Tim gags and spanks Damian

Red Robin has to take Robin out on patrol because Batman is away, Damian is reckless and keeps disobeying orders so Tim punishes him while having him gagged for being mouthy. can progress to something more sexual but doesn't have to be. Damian secretly enjoying it is a bonus.

Deathstroke/All the Robins

Slade really has a thing for fighting and chasing after Batbrats…

Rose/Jason mommy kink edging and pegging

Jason wants to be a good boy for mommy, Rose rewards his good behavior

Jason Todd/Kyle Rayner hatesex - Filled

I’d love some rough, angry, violent hatesex between these two. Bonus points for snarky asshole bottom!jason and kyle using his ring to make restraints/other kinky constructs ;)

Flashpoint!Father Todd/Incubus!Dick

Incubus!Dick seduces Father Todd. Jason holds out longer than most but Dick prides himself on being irresistible. He’s never failed before and he doesn’t plan to start now. But maybe, instead of his usual dine-and-ditch MO, Dick think’s he might like to savor this meal for long. Jason falls so beautifully. (bottom Jason please) Catholic aesthetics, blasphemy as kink, church sex (altar, confessional, pews, etc)

Flashpoint Thomas Wayne/Father Todd

Thomas Wayne as Batman bends Father Todd over the altar. In uniform. (At least for Thomas. It would be super hot if he strips Father Todd out of his robes first. Maybe everything except his rosary?)

Jason/Tim rape

Tim ties down Jason and rides(rapes) him. Pls let Tim use Jason as nothing but a mere meat dildo.

Titans/Dick, Titans/Jason, Titans/Tim consensual gangbang - Filled

The not-so-secret tradition of team bonding by fucking the current Bat on the Teen Titans is well-adhered to, especially given the enthusiastic consent of all participants Feel free to include any or all: garden sex, pool sex, power use, DP, riding, pegging, toy use, CBT, nipple play, cockwarming, CFNM/CMNM, and consensual somno All other kinks welcome excluding scat, watersports, emeto, ageplay, vore, and anything else bloody

Thomas Elliot/Bruce Wayne (Rape/Non-con)

Bruce doesn't realise how obsessed Thomas really is with him. Leads to Hush raping Bruce. Can be when Bruce knows who Hush is or when he still doesn't know.

Evil!Dick and Jason, noncon or dubcon

Jason comes back to his safehouse and is surprised to find Dick already there. After the initial surprise, Jason is quick to find out that there's something... off, about this Dick. He's not acting like his usual self. It turns out this isn't the usual Dick that Jason is familiar with, instead, he is a darker version of him (drugged? Talon from Earth-3 that somehow ends up in the main universe? other possibilities? all welcome options!), and this Dark!Dick is obsessed with Jason and wants to fuck him... and he doesn't take no for an answer. So there's a setup for a non-con or dub-con(in case Jason also has a crush on main Dick) for you. Restraints (gags, ropes, tapes etc.) are also welcome but doesn't have to be present.

Kon-El/Lex Luthor Daddy Kink DubCon

Lex genetically programmed Kon to need his daddy to fill him up when he created him. Lex made Kon to check all his boxes (ie Superman, something he made, a gifted teenager). Kon can’t actually consent because of programming, and he doesn’t want it until he’s getting it. Can be simple daddy kink or full of abdl. Bonus points for trans!Kon

Guy Gardner/Bunch of Aliens possible Dubcon/Noncon

Macho, hotheaded, shit-talking Guy is the embodiment of hyper-masculinity, and that arrogance of his gets him into a lot more than just a bar fight. All of Guy's enemies seem to be of the huge, muscular variety, so let's see the most stocky lantern get put in his place. Does he secretly love it? Does he outright hate it? Maybe all that shit-talking was just a ploy to finally get someone to "punish" him right. The choice is up to you. Maybe it's a bunch of random aliens Guy's ticked off in a bar. Maybe all that showboating's pissed off Kilowog or Arkillo. Maybe Lobo's still put out after being tricked one too many times by Guy. Perhaps, Atrocitus's still kinda harboring a grudge for Guy kicking him out of the Red Lanterns. Then there's always the way too touchy Dementor with his Vuldarian kin. I'm all for any other kinks or situations, I just would prefer no bathroom stuff. Go absolutely wild.

Black Mask/anyone, bathroom control, omorashi - Filled on meme

I'm a simple person with simple needs: Roman controlling whether or not someone's allowed to piss. can be consensual or noncon torture, the victim can end up pissing themselves or make it to the bathroom safely. just as long as Roman's in total control of the situation, and smug about it. bonus points: tears, begging, banter, degradation, embarrassment, additional torture, anything else along those lines. watersports only, please, no scat!

Roy Clones/Dick gangbang omegaverse

YJ season 3 episode 4 has excellent gangbang material just so you know Add omegaverse to it and its perfect Noncon/dubcon is accepted also

Titans/Jason Gangbang

Prefer comics based more than the show but either is fine. Dick and his friends welcome the new Robin the Titans way, by breaking in that hole. New kid is always the team toy, and it's even more fun now that it's Nightwing's bratty kid brother. Consensual or non con, dealer's choice. Double (or triple) penetration, dirty talk, and powers used for sex are favorite kinks but I'm good with pretty much anything.

Willis Todd/Jason Todd, Mob/Jason; Incest and forced underage prostitution

Willis pimps out his kid for cash and drugs. Catherine either pretends she doesn't know or knows and helps/doesn't care. And like any good salesman, he makes sure to test out his product to make sure it's up to snuff. 

Make it cruel and awful and hopeless. Dehumanizing and degrading. Jason is just a hole to sell and use. belting in sensitive areas, beatings, violent sex, cum play, blood play... I just want something dark and nasty. 

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Woo! Ok. I’ll try to keep this up the best I can. I’ll link/mark when prompts are filled so that you guys can check it out if you want (all filled prompts can be reached by the link in the title, but some have ao3 links that I put on the “Filled” note). 

I’ll also reblog this with any new prompts that come up or if I find I’ve forgotten one. 

#DC Kink Meme #long post #too many things to tag #content and trigger warnings apply to some of the prompts #enter at your own risk #mostly Jason Todd centric #but others that I liked too

[hazem4y]

✰ 𝖳𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇 ✰ | 𝗜𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿

𝗖 𝗛 𝗔 𝗣 𝗧 𝗘 𝗥 𝗢 𝗡 𝗘 - 𝖨𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾.

Summary:  Delilah, a girl whom grew up around crime , has an unlikely run-through with the infamous Belgian reporter, Tintin. Being assigned to lead him astray from her bosses drug cartel, she ponders everything she's grown around; wondering if she can break free from her filthy past and her unsavoury 'habits.'

Featuring greasy, gelled-up mafia bosses and the small, quaint Italian coast/countryside, this book has everything a stereotypical Mafia book has, with some classic elements from Hérge's 'Tintin!'

Warnings: Mild drug references (Opiates,) Gun reference in like, one sentence. 

Taglist: @another-her​ @cc-bitz​ @ofmarlinspike​ @augustinremi @cheesecake-crisis (If you want out or in please let me know !!)

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Please show your support by notes n’ reblogs !! I’m so sorry, I’m vv insecure about my writing and need re-assurance 24/7 :,)))

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"Increased use of Opiates in Belgium concerns citizens!"

The recent spike of opium usage has concerned locals as the increase of drug usage had been theorised to link to the increase of crime. Authorities say it may be due to an unknown criminal organisation, which has thought to be terrorising citizens and forcing authorities to enforce curfew rules, which in turn has enraged regulars of Belgium night life, and caused major profit cuts to clubs, bars and other places frequented at night.

"These damn curfew rules are costing me euros, and making me lose valuable customers!" Says local bar-owner, Hugo.

Other night-life goers have commented on their evident dislike of the curfew, although many elderly citizens have been thankful for the new rules; as it ensures the 'safety of each and every citizen from this awful drug craze.' Quotes Police-man, Thompson. (Which is not to be confused with his relative, Thomson.)

So far, the said organisation leaders have not been caught, nor identified, and Police investigations have failed to gather a lead on the case. Reporter, Tintin, famous for finding Red Rackham's Treasure and busting Salaad's drug cartel, has made no comment on the current situation, and has yet to reach out for further investigation.

...

"An increase in Opiate usage linked to crime? What an Interesting coincidence, isn't it?" The White, wiry-haired mutt yapped in reply, as the Ginger-haired boy pondered the article; Hand on his chin, his eyebrows knitted together causing his forehead to crease,

The young reporter thought for awhile longer, until he made a connection to prior events, re-animating his frown in a cartoon-esque manner, "Why, It's- just like when we busted...Allan and his goons!"

A cup of bitter-sweet tea on a weekend shopping trip with the familiar chill of Brussels wind was quite a juxtaposition to the rush of travelling countries for the next story. Even though they satisfied the boys wanderlust, Tintin enjoyed the quiet interludes from his adventures. But, once more, it had to be interrupted by some interloper.

"I guess our little break will have to be cut short! So soon too..."

...

"It seems our little 'scheme' has made its way into the papers..." A tall, buff figure sitting at the head of the table declared. The scars on his face were highlighted under the fluorine lights as well as the unsightly manner his face was scrunched in; his expression emitting his enraged state.

"Do you realise what this means?" He paused, abruptly throwing himself off his chair, jabbing a calloused finger into the page, "This means that nosy reporter and his friends will interfere quite soon..."

'Find him, befriend him, kill him-Whatever you need to do! Just bring him to us, dead or alive...Then maybe, we could do something about your past.'

...

Delilah stretched her limbs, letting out a long-winded yawn as her gaze stayed fixed on the ginger-haired figure; his eyes fixed on the Sunday paper in his hands, "Nothin' so far..." She muttered, the tapping of her pencil on her note-pad filled with words acting like a white-noise along with the regular chatter that filled the room.

With no means of entertainment, (Although Delilah enjoyed people-watching, sometimes her patience ran thin.) she skimmed through her pages of notes, which recorded any important information.

"Alright boy, I think it's time we head to the market. Maybe we'll see the Thom(p)sons like last time!"

Welp, that was her cue.

Judging by the hefty crowd walking around the cobbled streets, it was the perfect time to make her escape. She threw on a well-loved hat and coat, and slung a leather messenger bag on her shoulder, before slipping away; her body clad in well-worn items, her beige-hued Trench-coat and a patterned Paperboy hat inconspicuous against the males pushing her against the flow of the crowd.

...

Every so often, every Sunday morning, the town square's grey-coloured cobble is filled up with the colourful hues of the shopkeep's canopy tents; the square being filled with various people, the familiar banter of negotiation, and smells of fresh produce and food. Somewhere in the throng of coats and hats, (that protected the wearers from the frigid weather.) the infamous reporter stood, examining a shopkeep's repertoire of Bric-a-Brac,

"The markets sure are busier than usual!" His voice raised slightly over the blaring chatter. 'Twas like nobody knew of personal space; Each man arm to arm, shunning the impatient who shoved the bodies aside. As boot-clad feet came in contact with the stone, the white canine beside Tintin let out a yelp; as a foot trampled on his stubby tail.

The perpetrators eyes were wide in offence, mouth open ready to sling curses at the sound, "W-why you bone-headed nimrod, watch where you're-"

With all the ruckus happening near-by, the quiff-haired boy turned around, expression melded into one of pleasant surprise, "Captain!"

The boy's voice seemed to catch the individuals attention, prompting them to turn around, "Aye-Tintin?! Pleasant surprise seeing you, lad! 'Specially here-I mean, I never see you doing any sort of leisure!"

"Actually..." He paused. Nothing good would come of a crowd like this, "I-just decided to enjoy such leisure time! By doing some...'Sunday shopping.'" He winked, his hand slipping out of his coat pocket to hand the captain a slightly crinkled and haphazardly torn article.

The captain let out a long 'Oh' as he shoved the paper back into his pocket, picking up their 'casual' conversation, "Well, I hope you find something interesting-There's a lot of ol' treasures 'round these parts y'know."

"I hope I do too! I wonder if we'll run into Thompson and Thomson..." A smug smirk crept on his face as they continued to converse in their 'secret language.' Time seemed to lose track of itself as the duo slung words towards each other-

Actually, is seemed as if the entire market halted action; Silence rolling across the crowd.

A shrill, blood-curdling scream. Hang on, A scream?

The extreme vocal strain seemed to trigger the crowd into a panic, the hushed chatter and shifting eyes of the crowd attempting to stay alert of danger.

The reporter attempted to stand on the tip of his toes to gain leverage over his height, but the crowd smothered any chance for a look of the conflict, "Do you have any clue what's going on? I can't see-"

He squinted as he leaned on the gentlemen next to him, earning some unsavoury looks, "Hang on I-Thundering Typhoons!"

As convenient as it was, the crowd sort of parted a second, it seems as if everyone wanted to watch the conflict; and nobody was going to help?

This time the dispute was clear to Tintin, causing great discomfort and anger to surge through his tiny frame.

The male, his appearance displaying outwardly his feelings of anger, began to dash towards the trouble, his person a blur "Take care of Snowy and watch for my whereabouts," He ceased for a second, chucking a handgun that was previously concealed in his pocket to Captain Haddock's general direction, "And take this-!"

...

Author's Section.

Hello !! Welcome to the First chapter of my story !! This took me awhile to write, as I was working out the best format so that your experience will flow well. I wanted the transitions from chapter and scene to be as smooth as a fountain pen on paper, so I hope you all enjoy.

As the synopsis says, this story will include elements from every stereotypical mafia movie, plus classic elements from Hèrge's ' Tintin.'

I'm not going to spill much but there will also might be a little bit of romantic elements. Nothing that distracts from the wonderful plot, of course, that would make me a terrible writer, but just some wholesome stuff. (We will not be sinning, because I am not defiling my childhood-)

Anyhow, I hope you stay with me and this series !! (And I hope I can finish it too...)

Be warned, quality goes down from here...I feel like I did terrible on the other chapters but that's just me...

I also might change the story name too, I’m taking recommendations as well! I don’t know what to name it...

Much love,

-Hayleigh

#tintin #les adventures de tintin #the adventures of tintin #fanfiction #fanfic #tintin fanfiction #tintin fanfic #tintinxoc #original character #tintinxoriginalcharacter #original story #original plot #series #slow burn #enemies to friends to lovers #👀

[waterloou]

No Nut November! Based off a thing I do called suggestive to wholesome (take smut prompts and turn it to fluff/wholesome/comfort/comedy). I’ve gathered up a list from a few other prompt lists(owners credited below) for y’all to use! 

If you participate, don’t forget to tag #suggestivetowholesome or @ me so I can see the wonderful things you come up with! (some of these may be challenging, but I believe in y’all)(also post whenever, there’s no deadline)

Prompt List:

1) “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.” 2) “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.” 3) “How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?” 4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” 5) “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” 6) “Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.” 7) “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.” 8) “You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.” 9) “Do you think you deserve to be punished?” 10) “Shut up and take your pants off.” 11) “Are you wearing my shirt?” 12) “Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!” 13) “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.” 14) “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.” 15) “Take it off. Slowly.” 16) “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.” 17) “Did I say you could stop?” 18) “I need you. Now!” 19) “Are you going to be good from now on?” 20) “Is that a tattoo?” 21)  “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.” 22) “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.” 23) “Tell me what you like.” 24) “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” 25)  “Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?” 26) “Did you dress up just for me?” 27) “Mmm, good morning to you too.” 28) “Just pull the car over!” 29) “That tickles.” 30) “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” 31) “I missed you so much.” 32) “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” 33) “Oh my God, do that again.” 34) “Look at what you did to me. I’ve had to deal with this all day.” 35) “Give me a little show.” 36) “So small, so dainty, so pretty.” 37) “My mind is filled with you, you’re everywhere.” 38) “Get over here.” 39) “Choke on it.” 40) “Look at you.” 41) “You’re so filthy.” 42) “I’m sorry, you want me to do what with that?” 43)  “Look at me. Now.” 44) “You know I hate it when you do that, right? Keep doing it 45) “Don’t hold back, baby.” 46) “That’s not a fetish, that’s just weird.” 47) “Oh. Keep doing that.” 48) “How many rounds was that? Four? God, we’re about to break our own record.” 49) “That’s it baby, you’re doing great.” 50) “That’s a lot of sass for someone who ruined my bedsheets and still hasn’t apologized.” 51) “I’m your first?” 52) “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.” 53) “Let me take care of you tonight.” 54) “You’re beautiful, my goddess.” 55)“Behave.” 56)“You think you’re getting out of this that easily?” 57) “Do you trust me?” 58)“No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.” 59)“Harder!” 60) “I may or may not have left some….marks.” 61) “I think we were a little too loud last night.” 62) “God, I love it when you do that!” 63)“Holy shit, I’m sore.” 64) “Last night was unbelievable.” 65) “I’m sure we can find some excuse to get out of here.” 66) “Let’s just do it. Right here, right now.”  67) “Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?” 68) “How’re we gonna explain this?” 69) Close the door…I didn’t say you could leave, I just told you to close the door.  70)  Well, that’s a tight fit now isn’t it?  71) Is that all for me? 72) If I do it, do you promise to stop being such an asshole to me? 73) You can’t be serious? -Do I look like i’m joking? Now, lick it. 74) Ever heard of knocking?  75)So this is what happens when you think no one is looking?Do you like what you see? 76) How long have you been standing there? 77) Is that supposed to scare me? 78) Who said you could touch that? 79)You know everyone can hear you.                                                                  80) I told you not to do that. Now you’re gonna get it.                                       81)“Hey… Can we try something new?” 82) “Ah- not there!” 83) “Is it going to hurt?” 84) “Wait! I… I’ve never done this before.” 85) “Are you serious? Here? Now?” 86) “WOAH- is that going to fit?” 87) “The rose-petals are a little… much, don’t you think?” 88) “Did you BITE me?!” 89) “This position is killing my back.” 90) “Please… don’t stop.” 91) “Wow… you’re easy to rile up.” 92) I got a WHOOOOLE collection of toys- let’s try em!” 93) “You’re bigger than I expected.” 94) “You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.” 95) “Bite me.” 96) “Tell me again.” 97) “For the love of fuck.” 98) “Would you reconsider if i was sober?” 99) “You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?” 100) “What are you doing in my bed?!”                                                                                               

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[mrmichaelchadler]

Figuring It Out: The Films of Laura Dern

Jennifer Fox (Laura Dern) speaks in voiceover in a half-dazed, half-searching tone, as if slowly bringing herself out of a dream. “The story you are about to see is true … as far as I know.” A documentary filmmaker, she’s used to finding ways to look beyond the surface of what people present about themselves; she’ll have to turn that ability on herself. She remembers herself being and looking older than she was, speaking about a man she calls a lover—despite the fact that he was an adult and she was only 13—with a defensive, forced attempt at nonchalance (raised arms, dismissive pitch) that turns pleading, then incensed when she’s called a “victim,” her voice breaking into a raised whisper, her expression into a furious grimace. “This was important to me, and I’m trying to figure out why … Let me just figure this out for myself.”

“The Tale,” debuting on HBO on May 26, is documentary filmmaker Jennifer Fox’s narrative retelling of her experience, and an emotionally searing look at how people process their abuse. The casting of Dern, one of the most adventurous actresses working today, feels apropos, given the performer’s willingness to walk a constant emotional high-wire act and her recent hot streak that includes, but is not limited to, “Enlightened,” “Wild,” “Big Little Lies,” the “Twin Peaks” revival, and “Star Wars: The Last Jedi.” It’s also an instructive text when looking at Dern’s body of work, a career filled with stories of women who have either experienced or witnessed unbearable trauma and who are trying to find the meaning behind it all.

The daughter of two of New Hollywood’s greatest character actors (Bruce Dern and Diane Ladd), Laura Dern began her career in uncredited roles alongside her mother (“White Lightning,” “Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore”) before emancipating herself at 13 when her mother objected to one of her early credited roles in the teenage punk girl drama “Ladies and Gentlemen, The Fabulous Stains.” Dern’s role as one of the members of the Stains is relatively small (it’s largely Diane Lane’s show), but she makes an impression as being kind and empathetic, expressing genuine sympathy when a band member of another touring group overdoses. Dern’s teenage roles draw on her natural warmth and luminous presence; her performance as the blind Diana in “Mask” in particular sees her displaying an unusual level of openness with Eric Stoltz’s Rocky (born with a rare skull deformity), a willingness to accept him for who he is and stray outside her comfort zone for someone who accepts her.

Straying outside one’s comfort zone is central to Joyce Chopra’s “Smooth Talk” (pictured above), which gave Dern her breakout role as Connie Wyatt, a teenage girl hitting her rebellious years and having a hard time of it with her demanding mother. The first half of the film is a remarkable study of a teenager’s tentative first steps toward sexual exploration, with Dern veering back and forth between being marvelously unaffected (tossed-off delivery and leaning posture around her parents) and exaggerated flirtation, like that of someone who’s both fascinated bt sex and stuck in a childish, mocking view of it. She adopts confidence only to shrink away, puts her full body into a kiss before breaking off, admitting that she’s not used to “feeling … this excited.” 

It’s in the second half, when a greaser (Treat Williams) appears outside when she’s home alone that “Smooth Talk” dives headfirst into that discomfort. Dern’s bashful body language gives way to a menacing, dancelike semi-seduction with Williams, shifting from apparent fun and games to something that’s outright predatory, with her demeanor collapsing collapse into hyperventilative terror. She’s in that uncertain place in between childhood and adulthood, when everyone is trying to define themselves, but there are plenty of men who have their own ideas of who she is and what they want from her. “Smooth Talk” would be an ideal (if grueling) double feature with “The Tale,” a young person’s immediate experience with sexual desire, confusion and abuse paired with an adult’s retrospective understanding of that trauma.

Dern received raves for her work, getting her first of two straight Independent Spirit Award nominations (back when they tried to be more than Oscar predictors); her next would come with a part that would bring her to greatest and most important collaborator. Few directors have brought as much out of Dern as David Lynch, but then, few performers have brought as much out of his characters as Dern, beginning with her role as Sandy in “Blue Velvet.” The archetypical girl next door, Sandy has a kind of unearthly wholesomeness that’s best showcased in her monologue about her dream about “robins of love.” The key to Lynch’s work is his belief that the truly good can coexist with the truly wicked. Dern represents the former, delivering the monologue with a whispered awe and reaching hand gestures that border on evangelical before bringing herself down and finding a way to clarify it to her rapt listener/love interest. Sandy and Jeffrey (Kyle MacLachlan) see some terrible things (including a painful moment of trauma that prompts a distorted look of sorrow that’s distinctly Dern), but she remains unwavering in her belief that her dream of light can conquer darkness and make sense of this strange world (would that Isabella Rossellini’s Dorothy were so lucky). 

Dern teamed with Lynch again for 1990’s “Wild at Heart” (pictured above), playing the far more confidently sensual Lula while retaining the same good-heartedness she brought to “Blue Velvet.” It’s a heightened, deliberately iconic role, with Dern leaping into exaggerated dancing, purring with sexual abandon and leaning just so to express her arousal or satisfaction when talking to or about Nicolas Cage’s Elvis-obsessed Sailor. But Lula is also someone who has experienced great pain—the death of her father, her molestation at the hands of his friend, the murderous rage of her mother (played, in a stroke of casting genius, by her real-life mother, Ladd)—and has come out the other end demonstrating a full-bodied, defiant belief in the all-conquering power of love. The film’s “Wizard of Oz” framing device sometimes comes across as a bit forced, but it’s also another example of how Dern’s characters often tell themselves stories to make sense of their lives and guide them from darkness to light. 

Dern’s early adult roles often deal with characters exploring their sexuality at a time or place where that might put them in jeopardy; that’s certainly the case with Martha Coolidge’s “Rambling Rose,” in which her “borderline nymphomaniac” Rose comes to live with the Hillyer family (father Robert Duvall, mother Ladd and teenage son Lukas Haas) after unspecified trouble with men. Dern brings a blithe, bouncy exuberance and confidence to the role, waltzing down the street knowing that her walk can turn heads and her smile win hearts. But Dern also embodies Rose’s goodness, her sexual escapades being the actions of someone who has an intense and open need to be loved, and to be treated with the kindness that she shows the world but that the world hasn’t been good enough to show her. A scene between her and Duvall after she’s caught in bed with a man sees her not going so far as begging, but rather earnestly presenting herself with all cards on the table, an eyes-wide-open, forward-leaning acknowledgement that “I’m only a human girl person, and I ain’t always perfect.” 

“Rambling Rose” earned Dern her first Oscar nomination and preceded two high-profile supporting roles in 1993. As criminologist Sally Gerber in Clint Eastwood’s beautiful “A Perfect World,” she illustrates the impossible situation that Butch (Kevin Costner) was put in as a troubled child with an abusive father, giving a full picture of his trauma and bringing us to empathize with how he became a criminal. As Ellie Sattler in Steven Spielberg’s “Jurassic Park,” Dern plays the warmer counterpart and partner to Sam Neill’s testier Alan Grant, exuding, intelligence, physical capability and a deeper concern for how easily the park can spiral out of control and the consequences that come with it (she also has the ability as an actress to practically unhinge her jaw in terror when things do go wrong). In a key character moment, she pleads empathetically for John Hammond (Richard Attenborough) to recognize how the people they love may get hurt. Both roles cast her as figures of empathy, finding ways to make sense of the reasons why people cause each other pain while trying to prevent it from happening again.

If “A Perfect World” sees Dern asking us to sympathize with a troubled person, Alexander Payne’s “Citizen Ruth” (pictured above) shows how far that should be extended. Make no mistake: Dern’s pregnant, inhalant-addicted Ruth Stoops is a first-class fuck-up. Dern dives headfirst into making her as gross and unlikable as possible, smearing her mouth with inhalant residue, manipulating the same people who are manipulating her (both sides of the abortion debate attempt to co-opt her case for their agenda), and shouting some truly filthy insults (“suck the shit outta my ass, you fucker!”) with gritted teeth and gusto. Yet the actress still finds something sympathetic in her, her downcast eyes and fidgeting fingers communicating her knowledge that she’s fucked up yet again and is about to be on the receiving end of some real hardship. Ruth may sputter with uncertainty when trying to voice the whys behind her right to choose, but Payne and Dern take her choice, and the pain behind what led her to it, seriously (besides, she said it loud and clear the first time).

Dern’s career slowed down in the late 1990s and early 2000s, something she attributed (more than plausibly) to her guest appearance on “Ellen” as a radiant, openly gay woman that causes Ellen DeGeneres’ character to come out herself. She got her first serious critical attention in years in John Curran’s “We Don’t Live Here Anymore” in 2004. The film, about a two couples (Dern and Mark Ruffalo, Naomi Watts and Peter Krause) whose lives are upended when Ruffalo and Watts begin an affair, is too drifting and one-note to draw much blood, but it comes to life whenever Dern’s enraged, emotionally rangy Terry takes focus. Dern adopts a hunched-over posture for her arguments with Ruffalo, her clenched chin jutting out slightly, to show a woman who’s well aware of how she’s being deceived and whose total dismissal to the role of child caretaker (something she does not take to naturally) looks like it’s almost literally weighing her down. Terry’s agonies in “We Don’t Live Here Anymore” are resolutely ordinary, compared with some of the other characters Dern has played, but they’re no less important to her.

Dern reteamed with David Lynch for the truly deranged “Inland Empire,” in which she plays the actress Nikki Grace, getting the comeback of a lifetime with the role of Susan Blue before her role starts bleeding over into her identity (or something … even more than usual with Lynch, describing what actually happens seems futile and beside-the-point). It’s a tour-de-force performance, alternatively put-upon, ferocious, frightened, and whatever one can call this terrifying face. She’s simultaneously the film’s emotional anchor and its constantly metamorphosing nucleus. “Inland Empire” is, at least partially, about the emotional wringer that performers can put themselves through for a role, and how easy it is to mix up one’s own emotions with their character’s. A monologue in which Nikki’s character (?) describes her trauma and her self-defense in a jaded tone that occasionally sparks into violence is later seen in a theater, the actress observing herself. She’s played a character who has lived through real terror, but we see that the actress herself is living in terror, both at home (her husband is deeply controlling and ambiguously threatening) and at work. Does the actress simply play the part, or is she drawn to roles that bring her to relive (and potentially make peace with) her nightmares?

“Inland Empire,” like most of Lynch’s works, does not put its or its characters’ purpose into words so bluntly; Dern’s next major role is a little more easily (and narrowly) defined, but not uninteresting. The 2008 TV movie “Recount” (pictured above) relives the national trauma of Bush v. Gore, the second-most nightmarish presidential election in recent memory. Largely focused on the tactics employed the official campaign teams of Vice President Al Gore (Kevin Spacey, Denis Leary, Ed Begley Jr.) and Governor George W. Bush (Tom Wilkinson, Bob Balaban), the film also takes time with Florida Secretary of State Katherine Harris (Dern) and her poorly disguised efforts to throw the election to Bush. Dern walks a fine line between humanity and cartoon with Harris, whom she portrays as a zealous, wide-eyed ideologue with exaggerated hair and makeup. But she finds the heart of Harris in her true-believer story about Queen Esther sacrificing herself for “the lovely Jewish people,” evangelizing as if her staking her career on Bush winning the election is for the good of the people. Her self-martyring tone is farcical, but it’s also indicative of how political partisans view their work as de facto for the good of the people and a tool to bring a country together after a moment of bitter division, rather than the actions of further division. 

Many of Dern’s more recent film roles have been smaller, supporting parts, but a few have still been notable. In Paul Thomas Anderson’s “The Master,” she has that same true-believer tone as a rich woman who has taken to the new religion of Lancaster Dodd (Philip Seymour Hoffman). Her student’s passion for something that’s given her life meaning is palpable; so is her shocked pain at being rebuked for questioning how, exactly, it can switch teachings so cavalierly, her body practically crumpling at Dodd’s shout. She’s more unflagging in her optimism as Reese Witherspoon’s mother in “Wild” (her second Oscar-nominated performance). Dern comes across in only a handful of small scenes as a vivacious presence who nonetheless knows perfectly well that she’s lived through hell, smiling through memories of pain because it brought her the most important person in her life. She’s the witness to someone else’s pain in Kelly Reichardt’s masterful “Certain Women,” a lawyer to a man (Jared Harris) who got screwed over when accepting a piddling settlement after a workplace injury but who can no longer be helped because of it. One senses her lived-in frustration as he refuses to listen her (then listens to a male colleague who tells him the same thing), but her genuine empathy for a man who she’s effectively powerless to help is also clear. And as Admiral Holdo in “Star Wars: The Last Jedi,” she commands the screen with a steadfast, unwavering certainty that she’s doing the right thing—any assumption of her incompetence be damned—finally proving herself to be among the bravest and most self-sacrificing heroes in the series.

Still, most of Dern’s best recent work has been on television. The brilliant, unjustly canceled “Enlightened” sees Dern’s personality as embedded into the work as Mike White’s (indeed, the two are credited as co-creators). Amy Jellicoe is another of Dern’s troubled heroines trying to find meaning in their lives, following her nervous breakdown first with a genuine attempt to regain the respect of her colleagues, then by becoming a corporate whistleblower in a move that’s half genuine, half out of bitterness. Amy’s a mess, lashing out at people she (rightly or wrongly) believes have wronged her at one moment, then preaching with a sincere but totally oblivious sense of illumination in the next. What holds Dern’s performance together as Amy whips back and forth between manic highs and deadening lows is an ardent, indefatigable expression that it’s possible for her to do something important with her life and potentially make the world a better place, no matter how crazy that world thinks she is. 

Dern returned to HBO in “Big Little Lies,” with her Renata Klein initially set up as an ostensible villain; Dern tears into the overbearing, bullying aspect of Renata, whether she’s stabbing the air with her hands like a maniac or giving a silent but icy glare, shouting her threats at the top of her lungs or whispering them with quiet menace. But there’s still a beating heart in her, a genuine desire to protect her daughter from pain (whether it’s violence at school or the more everyday hurt of someone skipping her birthday party), and the heartbreak in Dern’s voice when she voices her feeling of utter powerlessness (a control freak’s worst nightmare for minor issues, let alone real pain) is unmistakable. Much of the strength in “Big Little Lies” is its belief that flawed women can ultimately come together, forgive each other and help each other along; Dern’s performance is key to that.

And still, “Big Little Lies” had only the second-best Dern performance on television last year. There’s a nostalgic, near-breathless thrill in Dern’s first appearance as Special Agent Dale Cooper’s long-unseen secretary Diane on “Twin Peaks” (or “Twin Peaks: The Return”), an unmistakable callback to their close connection in “Blue Velvet.” Still, one couldn’t have predicted Dern’s delightfully cynical performance, all long drags on cigarettes and venom-spitting “fuck yous,” a far cry from the mostly upbeat Sandy. But even putting aside the eventual revelation about Diane’s nature, it makes sense after decades of disillusionment following a rape by the man she most trusted. That pain comes through in her reunion with Bad Cooper, her voice breaking, her breath quickening; it’s even clearer in her late-series breakdown, her shield of cynicism giving way to trauma flooding back. Even Diane’s return to normalcy is a pyrrhic and only temporary victory, with a sex scene with MacLachlan’s Good Cooper playing less like a triumph and more like a final, deeply sad shared moment between the two (which Dern somehow conveys largely with her back), one of the show’s many acknowledgements that trauma cannot be erased. 

“The Tale,” then, is instead a look at how one lives with that trauma. Fox’s gradual shift to acknowledging something terrible happened is not an easy journey, nor is it a simple one. The film deals heavily with the tortured self-rationalizations and denials employed by both survivors and abusers, ones both sincerely believed and desperately clung to. The final scene is confrontational without being fully cathartic, Dern’s belated but volcanic outrage a moment of her taking her past back (a real triumph) without any illusion that she has expelled that very pain. If there’s something Dern’s best work shows, it’s there forever; one can only try to make sense of it.

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7 NUTRITIONAL HACKS- MAXIMIZE THE FULL NUTRITIONAL POTENTIAL OF SOME OF YOUR HEALTHIEST FOODS WITH THESE SIMPLE-YET-EFFECTIVE STRATEGIES.

You strive to continue top of your nourishment amusement, yet here and there you require that additional edge to get the most nutritious increases out of ordinary sustenances.

On the off chance that you consider your wellbeing important—and you should since you're perusing this—then you likely definitely know which sustenances to eat and which to stay away from (insight: any handled nourishments). Despite the fact that you're outfitted with this information, you may even now be scamming yourself on some genuine medical advantages covered up in the nourishments you eat.

To open the entire nutritious capability of your sustenance, recall that vegetables, natural products, and the other entire nourishments we eat are additionally living beings. In that capacity, they have their own particular self-preservation biomechanisms to shield them from predators—like us. Luckily, for reasons unknown the side effect of these natural apparatuses—things like follow components, carotenoids, polyphenols, flavonoids, and phytochemicals—can shield us from medical issues, as well.

It's a great opportunity to consider augmenting the full nourishing capability of these same sustenances. While you think you have something as basic as a potato in order, a few lessons about spuds and these other staple nourishments may even now amaze you.

HACK NO. 1: REST MINCED GARLIC BEFORE HEATING

There's doubtlessly the additional garlic includes a unique profundity of flavor, and also huge medical advantages. Be that as it may, many individuals shoot themselves in the foot by setting it up the wrong way. In the event that you hack garlic and quickly hurl it into a warmed skillet, stop now!Garlic contains a protein component called alliin and a warmth delicate catalyst called alliinase. Just when you cut or cut garlic's thin layer do alliin and alliinase orchestrate into the antimicrobial and tumor battling compound allicin, which may be able to battle malignancy and heart-related conditions.

Garlic sounds astonishing up until this point, however here's the rub: A gathering of shrewd nourishment scientists called attention to that applying heat instantly in the wake of cutting garlic pulverizes the alliinase—that same catalyst required for shaping the most profitable segment of garlic. By that point, a dominant part of its mending properties go up on fire.

The uplifting news is that you can even now cook garlic and receive its benefits—and wonderfulness—basically by giving the slice up garlic a chance to rest a bit. That is it. When you slash the garlic, keep it far from warmth and let it sit for 8-10 minutes before you cook with it. This concise holding up period permits the allicin to completely meet up. It'll remain in place even through later cooking.

On the other hand, you could eat your garlic crude—however then you'd be repulsing something beyond vampires. Your mate, companions, and colleagues may stay away, as well.

HACK NO. 2: EAT THE SKIN OF ORGANIC PRODUCE

The skin is its greatest healthful resource of many foods grown from the ground. Excessively regularly, individuals dispose of the top layer, believing it's filthy and gross, yet they wind up discarding numerous accommodating supplements in the process.The external layer works as a barrier against perilous components like shape, brushing predators, creepy crawlies, growths, and bright beams. This defensive impact manufactures a higher convergence of supplements—like cell reinforcements—inside the skin and the tissue beneath it.

Consider how your calluses shape in light of rehashed abrading. By eating the create skins, you take in every one of the supplements a vegetable or organic product brings to the table.

"Yet, won't I ingest a cluster of pesticides?" you inquire. Current farming practices make this a genuine concern, however it just means you must be additional watchful.

Regardless of your thorough cleaning and washing, terrible chemicals can at present infiltrate profound into the create's inward tissue and afterward enter your body.

The answer for getting around abundance measures of pesticides and as yet having the capacity to appreciate deliver completely is to purchase natural adaptations of create recorded under the "filthy dozen," which have a tendency to be the most sullied.

HACK NO. 3: CHILL POTATOES TO LOWER THEIR GLYCEMIC INDEX

The quick processing starches in an average current spud really spike your glucose about as high and as fast as eating sugar with a spoon. This is particularly valid for the standard grocery store varietals like the white-fleshed Russet or Idaho potato.

In spite of the fact that our bodies are intended to deal with the fast ascent of blood glucose from high glycemic sustenances with a hormone called insulin, devouring bounteous measures of sugary nourishments all the time can prompt a condition called insulin resistance.

By then, blood glucose can never again be legitimately controlled without meds. The unfurling of this procedure can prompt sort 2 diabetes, which can prompt heart issues, kidney disappointment, and removals if left untreated.

What is a potato cherishing individual to do?Simply cook the potato and after that chill it in the fridge for roughly 24 hours. The cooler temperature brings down the glycemic record of the starches, which makes for 25 percent or so diminishment in the subsequent ascent in blood glucose. Your pancreas will thank you, since it's in charge of discharging that essential glucose-corralling insulin. Overabundance requests put on the pancreas by rehashed glucose spikes are thought to harm the organ after some time.

Starting there on, the chilled potato will keep its low glycemic rating for you to appreciate, free from stress. You could likewise back off starch processing by adding dietary fats to your potato (and truly some other starch). So overlook those judgmental head shakes; a pat of grass-nourished margarine or even some bacon bits won't really transform that prepared potato into a healthful trainwreck.

HACK NO. 4: EAT DARK LEAFY GREENS AND CERTAIN VEGETABLES WITH FAT

Adding fats to generally low-calorie vegetables may sound unreasonable, since now and again the demonstration of eating vegetables is an approach to abstain from expending abundance fats. In any case, you're not helping yourself by avoiding them.

Dim verdant greens—kale, swiss chard, and spinach—too carrots and tomatoes, which have beta carotene (the forerunner to vitamin An) and lycopene, separately, are stuffed with fat-solvent vitamins like An, E, and K. They have to accomplice up with dietary fats all together for our stomach related frameworks to satisfactorily assimilate and use them. Excluding these fats resembles conveying a hot date to the prom, however dumping him at the punch bowl for whatever is left of the night.This doesn't mean you ought to suffocate your vegetables in a vat of full-fat dressing or wads of margarine to guarantee healthful advantages. A review in the "American Journal of Clinical Nutrition" reasoned that at least 6 grams is required for ideal assimilation. That is about what might as well be called a little modest bunch of nuts or several tablespoons of olive oil.

In case you're now eating said vegetables with other fat sources like a 6-ounce steak, you're now well on your approach to fat-dissolvable vitamin heaven. In the event that you have any uncertainty, however, your most logical option may be to hurl in cuts of avocado, a great, greasy superfood.

HACK NO. 5: DON'T BOIL YOUR VEGETABLES

Bubbled vegetables remain a staple among individuals on low-fat and weight lifter diets. Bubbled chicken and vegetables, anybody? Positively, it's quick, advantageous, and simple to tidy up. In any case, have you at any point asked why the cooking water turns green after the broccoli coasts around for some time? Maybe considerably sadder is that the water gets instantly dumped out without even a shrug, leaving only a stringy bunch of less-nutritious green matter that can scarcely be gotten broccoli.It turns out that bubbling vegetables is maybe the quickest approach to lose supplements. Beside being the snappiest stride toward totally dull sustenance, bubbling vegetables drains all the significant water-solvent supplements into the cooking water. By then, you ought to simply drink the water to rescue the free supplements. (No, I'm not clowning.)

In the event that you need to exploit eating vegetables in any case, consider sauteeing your vegetables with some grass-sustained spread, or notwithstanding steaming them. That way you abstain from losing supplements to the water shower and increment the supplement bioavailability from the additional fats.

HACK NO. 6: EAT CARROTS THAT ARE COOKED, NOT WHEN RAW

For reasons that are as secretive as the fixings rundown of a Twinkie, cutting up carrots after they've been cooked gives more wholesome incentive than doing as such before they've been cooked.For a few, this can be a baffling acknowledgment, since crude carrots are the absolute most compact and advantageous vegetables to nibble on.

Shockingly, cooking the carrot entire and afterward cleaving it up works both as a nutritious and a flavor improvement. Cooked carrots tend to taste all the more sweet, yet more essential, you hold roughly 25 percent all the more a growth battling compound called falcarinol, which shields the carrot from contagious ailments in nature.

Since carrots likewise contain beta carotene—the solid stuff that makes them orange—you'll have to recollect to eat them with a few fats to ingest the supplement.

HACK NO. 7: SOAK NUTS FIRST TO ACTIVATE BENEFITS

Nuts of various sorts are stuffed with protein, omega-6 and omega-3 unsaturated fats, and follow minerals, and are an incredibly filling and advantageous nibble to boot. Tragically, nuts in their unaltered frame additionally contain high measures of "antinutrients," all the more particularly phytic corrosive, lectins, catalyst inhibitors, and now and again, even shape.

Phytic corrosive and these antinutrients are not absorbable in people and wreak devastation in the body since they eagerly stick to minerals like calcium, iron, zinc, and others. Devouring an extensive amount of these nuts without first putting them through a procedure called growing could prompt genuine mineral lacks and bone thickness loss.Sprouting a nut basically includes absorbing it water (salt water, or once in a while an acidic arrangement works, as well) for a preset period of time. The presentation to wetness emulates something that happens in nature when the nut discharges compounds to separate the antinutrients. What this extreme