ā¢ eat dark chocolate and blueberries and walnuts and salmon and other foods high in antioxidants!!
ā¢ play little brain games on your phone; I like wordconenct! anything that makes you think!
ā¢ read books. Itās simple but necessary. Even better - join a book club, or read with a friend, so you can have discussions after. This will improve your reading comprehension.
ā¢ do puzzles - it doesnt have to be sudoku, I love playing Beat Saber on the Oculus Rift because it makes my brain have to match colorful patterns to physical movements very quickly!
ā¢ learn a new dance - even a tik tok trendy dance. Learning new dance moves are proven to strengthen synapses!!
ā¢ go bird watching, or foraging, or anything outdoors that requires you to explore pattern recognition and visual searching
ā¢ watch a movie with the intent of analysis - this is best done with a cinephile friend!! talk about tropes and symbolism and character growth
ā¢ cross stitch, or sew, or do anything that requires matching nimble hand movements to patterns
ā¢ play or learn an instrument!
ā¢ develop a consistent sleep schedule (or as close to consistent as you can get!)
ā¢ when eating, try to identify the ingredients and flavors youāre perceiving!
I like how this went from me feeling like āhm why is this attacking me š¤Øā at first, but feeling grateful seeing an added guide on a genuine expansion on a ā how toā work out the brain. This genuinely helps a bunch. People find solace in doing activities that get them through life by doing said activities of phone/tv or if thatās all theyāve ever known in their life to get them through things + etc tho. However, this was very impt to point out. Slowly beginning incorporating things to work the brain in ones own time.
This but look at me. Look at me. dietary water counts toward hydration. you do not need to force yourself to drink a ton of water in order to be hydrated. Soda (while it has other problems and I donāt encourage it) counts, coffee counts, tea counts, electrolyte drinks help you retain water, soup counts, vegetables count, fruit counts. Unless you have health complications, you should be able to rely on your sense of thirst to keep you hydrated.
clark kent x reader sex pollenā¦ now thatās a smut Iād love to read š„µ
hey honey, sorry for taking so long! I apologise for how short it is!
summary - you and clark go on a mission, and something goes wrong.
warning - smut, dubcon, slut, sex pollen, creampie.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
The mission had gone sideways. You and Clark werenāt expecting it. The moment he entered a room, it exploded with purplish powder. He stumbled back, repeating something along the lines of burning up and that you need to stay back. But you couldnāt let something happen to him, not knowing that the way your suit hugged your figure was causing him to become feral, his cock hardening beneath his suit.
āY/n, you need to leave now!ā His back hit the wall, causing a man-shaped dent to take place. Clarkās skin began to sweat, and grunts and groans fell from his mouth. His eyes squeezed shut, not being able to look at you. He could feel his cock straining against his suit, feeling ashamed with the thoughts entering his mind.Ā
You move closer to him, gently resting your hand on his arm. āClark, whatās wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?ā You didnāt want to push, but you hated seeing him in pain. It was unusual for Clark to feel pain. āIāll do anything.āĀ
Those words were like music to his ears. The next thing you know, you are bent over, and your suit is ripped with his massive member plunging in and out of your sopping cunt. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Never had you experienced something so large before. You clutched the table beneath you, moaning as he continued to split you in half. Clark gripped your hips, holding you tightly against him as he thrusts deeper. āYou wanted to help. You said youād do anything.ā He growls, feeling his cock throb with how your walls squeeze him and the look of pure bliss on your face. His hand moves between the two of you, beginning to play with your puffy clit and grunts when you squeeze him.
āUmpf, gonna cum! Please!ā You scream, thrashing around as he hits deeper inside of you, pulling your orgasm out of you. His pace picks up as your juices squirt out and cover the alien.Ā
āSlut.ā Clark leans down, burying himself deeper inside you before groaning as thick amounts of cum spurt out of his throbbing tip and deep inside you. When you both begin to catch your breath and Clark blinks, he quickly moves away. āOh my god, Iām so sorry! I donāt know what came over me!ā Guilt washes over him as he stares down at your unmoving form.
āIs okay. Feel good, all tingly.ā You mumble into the table, still able to feel him stretching you open as his cum leaks out of your abused hole.
genuine question what is the ao3 user to f1 pipeline because i swear to god in this past month??? i have seen several people convert and i don't understand what f1 is and i'm too afraid to ask
i was thrown head first into this about a month and a half ago by my sister so idk how anyone else converted but i have theories as to why we like it
f1 is cars go fast around track. vroom fucking vroom. extreme edition.
hereās why itās appealing to fandom people:
-only 20 people in the whole f1 sport, they all race at the same time, easier to keep track of than football or soccer or anything with 583739297 million people
-most of the drivers are either himbos or need a redemption arc
-thereās an absolute fuckton of drama. like no other. rivals upon rivals. enemies to lovers to enemies to worse enemies kinda type beat. since thereās only 20 of them thereās always talk and speculation as to whoās going to what team, whoās getting cut, whoās signing the most insane contract, all that stuff
-the drivers really play up their bromances.
-did i mention the drama?
-these dudes would absolutely kill eachother on the track but off of it most of them are absolute besties (or theyāre not and thatās more drama)
Summary: After date night, Luca and Reader are in the moooood. When Carmy interrupts, maybe there's room for everyone?
A/N: We're finally getting Carmy into the mix š I still want them to have the full-on threesome later, but I thought this was a great way for them to work their way up to it. The dirty talk is dirty talking, so I hope it isn't too much for y'all LOL ā ļø thank you for being patient with me, lovelies!!
Giggling and stumbling into the apartment, your cheeks are warm beneath Luca's affection. This night was a whirlwind but much needed. After a romantic dinner, you and Luca are finally back home to fully relax. Or not relax.
"Shh, shh, Carmy might be sleeping," you giggle, ducking away from the way his lips tickle your neck. You squeal as he lifts you up and over his shoulder, leading you towards the kitchen.
"I doubt he's asleep, love. It's not even midnight yet," Luca assures you, playfully slapping your ass as you scold him. He carries you around to the oversized island, easing you down before he stands in between your legs.
He's glowing beneath the soft lighting in your apartment. Blonde hair messily perfect as he gazes into your eyes, love pouring into the gesture. He's wearing a linen button down, the baby blue contrasting perfectly with his slightly tanned skin.
His blue eyes trail over your skin, admiring the way your full breasts strain against the satin tube top. You squirm under his gaze, adjusting the skimpy mini skirt you threw on, knowing the effect it would have on him.
You watch as he trails a rough hand along the outside of your thigh, leaving goosebumps in his path.
"Look so pretty for me," Luca breaths out, snaking an arm around your waist. The way his voice dropped a few octaves sends a tingle into the pit of your tummy.
"You gonna let me have a taste?" he asks, hooded eyes drooping down to your full lips. You nod quickly just before he leans in to seal them with his own.
The kiss is languid and intimate, slow drags of his tongue over your own, like he's staking his claim. He's flush against your body now, the mini skirt doing little to buffer his growing hardness pressed against your core.
Soft moans slip out of your mouth, making Luca's head spin. You gasp out in shock when he roughly grabs your ass, pulling you to the edge of the marble. You wrap your legs around his waist, pressing into his firm body. He slowly grinds his hips against your core, the friction causing goosebumps to spread all over your body.
Hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck make it harder for you to focus on anything else. Your head lulls back when you feel the smooth glide of Luca's tongue against the column on your neck.
His strong hands come up to cradle the sides of your face, pulling you back in for another kiss. The way his tongue teases your own is turning you on more than you'd like to admit. The fabric of your panties is thoroughly drenched now, causing a guttural moan to slip from Luca's throat.
"All it takes to get my girl this wet is my tongue in her mouth," he teases, challenging you with his eyes. Your head is still spinning as he rakes his eyes over your body once again, before connecting with your lips.
The messy makeout continues for a few more minutes before the sound of footsteps causes alarm bells to ring in your head. You're frozen in place as you see Carmy standing at the entrance to the kitchen, but Luca's still nestling into your neck, making it hard for you to focus.
"Luca, wait," you huff out, trying to get him to see what's going on. When he finally untangles himself from your body, you see the exact moment he notices Carmy is in the room. It's only for a moment, but his arms drape around you in a protective way, almost as if you were naked.
"Shit, I-I'm sorry," Carmy stammers out, snatching his AirPods out. You can tell he feels out of place. He's wearing a plain white shirt and a pair of worn pajama pants. Your eyes are drawn to his arms, just like always.
"I didn't know you guys were back. I just came to get a drink," he explains, still looking uncomfortable. Sympathy floods your chest, knowing how awkward you felt when you walked in on him.
"It's okay, Carm, really," you soothe, tugging your skirt down, as Luca eases back to give you some room.
"You can come get a drink, mate. It's fine," Luca agrees, still looking at Carmy in a strange way. You don't think it's jealously, more like he has a question for him.
It's silent in the kitchen when Carmy makes his way to the fridge, looking around for a cold bottle.
"As a matter of fact, can you grab two for us? We'll meet you in the living room," Luca states, much to your surprise. You almost groan from you place on the counter, hoping the two of you would be able to finish what you started. But, it's Carmy, and you don't want to be rude to him.
Carmy nods in response, before quickly exiting the room, leaving you to face Luca.
"Okay, what was that?" you whisper-yell, staring back at him with wild eyes.
"I asked our friend to get us some water," he jokes, amused by your response. The joke makes you roll your eyes, but you can't find it in yourself to actually be upset with him.
"Luca, you know what I mean," you playfully swat at his chest, earning a chuckle from him. "I thought we were going to finish..." you trail off, peeking up at him from beneath your lashes.
He looks down at you, eyes full of intensity, before speaking.
"Do you trust me?" His tone is soft, yet serious. He doesn't look upset or bothered by anything, and you can tell he wants an honest response from you.
"Of course I do," you answer earnestly, looking directly into his eyes.
"Then, let's go meet Carmy," he replies, lifting you off of the counter in one smooth motion.
The TV plays softly in the background, as you rest your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, laughing at a funny scene in the movie. You feel much more relaxed now, the tension from the kitchen has melted away. It makes you remember why the three of you get along so well. Some friendships are just easy, the way it should be.
"So, Carm, what'd you get up to today?" You ask, glancing over at him on the chair across from you and Luca.
"Not much, honestly, went to a few more restaurants," he replies. You notice the ways his eyes dip down to where Luca's hand rests on your thigh. It makes you squirm a little bit.
"You should've come with us tonight, mate. The food was great," Luca chimes in, absentmindedly pulling you in tighter.
You agree with Luca and get lost in conversation with Carmy about your meal. As you're telling him about dessert and how there's another restaurant that the three of you should visit, you feel Luca's lips against your neck. His actions make your cheeks feel warm, but you continue talking, thinking he's just wanting to be closer to you.
Carmy is telling you about one of the dishes he tried earlier today, when you feel Luca's lips make his way up to the sensitive spot behind your ear. When you gasp softly, your cheeks flame in response.
"Luca," you chide, turning your head to meet his gaze.
You're shocked by the lust in his eyes, but it makes your tummy flutter. Suddenly, you're wishing you'd been able to continue your rendezvous in the kitchen. You snap yourself out of it when you hear Carmy readjusting in his chair.
"What are you doing?" you question, confused by why he's doing this in front of Carmy. You're a little alarmed, but the idea excites you. It brings you back to that fateful day in the guest room.
"Relax, babe, Carmy doesn't mind. Do you, mate?" Luca asks, suddenly turning his attention towards Carmy. You're surprised to see Carmy's heated gaze. There are no signs of discomfort, he looks like he's anticipating something.
"Nah, I don't mind," Carmy replies, unabashedly sweeping his eyes over your body again. Your heart's racing now, relishing in the attention of both Luca and Carmy.
"Say no and he'll be out of here," Luca's lips are at your ear, truth in his every word. He's giving you an out, never wanting to make you feel uncomfortable in any situation, especially something as big as this one.
You answer him by capturing his lips with your own, kissing him with enthusiasm. You hear a low groan from Luca's throat, his arm wrapping around your body to pull you closer to his side. His tongue snakes into your mouth again, messily exploring.
He pulls away to press more kisses into your neck, leaving you with nothing to do but glance over at Carmy. His blue eyes are hooded, locked on the way your chest heaves up and down in your little top. You wrap an arm behind Luca's neck pushing him further into you, when he kisses that sweet spot again.
"Shit," you gasp out, needing more from him, unable to take the throbbing between your legs. It's almost like he can read your mind, when his hand slips from around your waist, wedging in between your thighs.
Your cheeks are on fire now. Between the steady pressure of Luca's fingers massaging your clit through your panties, and the way Carmy's eyes are focused between your thighs, you don't know how long you'll last.
"Wanna spread your legs for us, sweet girl, hmm?" Luca murmurs into your ears, tracing his fingers along the damp fabric of your thong. The featherlike touch makes you squirm, before you're separating your thighs, exposing yourself.
You hear Carmy groan across from you, the sound sending a rush of wetness between your legs. Your lace thong clings to you, practically see through due to the drenched, gray fabric.
"Shit, she's fucking wet," Carmy mutters, lazily stroking himself. Your eyes can't tear away from his body, suddenly aware of the growing tent in his pants, a little gasp slips out of you.
Luca's fingers stroke your clit through the fabric, the perfect amount of pressure on your bundle of nerves. Your hips buck up into his hand, prompting him to chuckle.
"Want me to slide your little panties to the side? Show Carmy your pretty pussy?" He teases, rubbing firm circles on your clit.
"Y-yes, please," you sigh out, relieved when the buffer is gone. The cool air makes you clench around nothing, feeling empty for a moment, before Luca presses a thumb against your clit, drawing tight circles.
"Fuck, she's got a tight little cunt," Carmy groans out, causing a loud moan to slip through your lips. The way he talks about you like you aren't even there makes you feel even dirtier, but in the best way.
"Yeah, maybe I need to stretch her out a little more," Luca answers, slipping his forefinger into your hole. Your mouth hangs open, head lulling back onto the couch, before stops you.
"Uh uh, look up at Carmy, love," he commands, working his fingers into you. You glance up at Carmy, watching as his hand drags over his hard cock inside his pajama pants.
He chews on his bottom lip, eyes laser focused on the way your pussy clings to Luca's fingers. For a brief moment, you wonder what it'd be like to have him inside you this way.
You're burning up with arousal, not used to anyone watching such an intimate act. But the way Carmy's hand speeds up every time you moan pushes you closer to the edge.
"Fuck, you're clenching my fingers, baby. You like watching Carmy?" Luca grunts, noting the added wetness as you gaze over at his friend.
"Can't-,can't see anything," you mutter, lost in the way Luca adds another finger to your entrance. The slight stretch is perfect, along with the way he continues to shower your neck in kisses.
"Want to see my cock again, hmm?" Carmy presses you, meeting your eyes in a challenge. You bite your lip, knowing you want to, but afraid of how Luca might react to the knowledge.
"Go ahead, love, answer him," Luca notices your hesitancy and presses a softer kiss against your cheek, pushing you to voice your desires.
"Yes, I want to see it," you whine, Luca's thick fingers making it hard for you focus. Needing more stimulation, you bring a hand down to rub fast circles on your clit, both men groaning out at your actions.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Carmy groans, fully stroking his cock out in the open. You're in a trance, staring at the red tip, precum oozing out. He must've really worked himself up watching Luca fuck you with his fingers.
His veiny hand is wrapped around his thick cock tightly, pumping himself with no shame. It reminds you of the way he was in his room, almost like he was in his own world. But, this time, he's focused on you.
The knowledge pushes you over the edge, tightening around Luca's fingers. Your orgasm comes fast, prolonged by Luca's slow glides against your walls, working you through the pleasure.
You watch as Carmy hits his peak, cum bubbling out onto his hand. He lets out a string of courses, messily bucking up into his own grip. It's almost pornographic, but you can't tear your eyes away. His chest heaves up and down, just like yours.
"Shit," you sigh out, nestling back into Luca's side, grounding yourself. He's moved his hand now, gently sliding your skirt back into place and pressing a kiss on the top of your hand.
"Shit," Carmy replies, the three of you sharing a laugh.
Imagine getting to live with a group of your favorite monsters. Its domestic, they love you, they growl and purr when you're around, when you cuddle with them but at the same time you're getting their cocks in all holes morning, noon and night. You don't need to beg for it, they're ready for you, one, two, three, four cocks throbbing inside your holes and shooting you full of cum.
"How are you such a slut already? Barely been here a month and already cock and cum addicted. Four inside you and if you had room you'd take more."
Your monster boyfriends aren't competing for your attention because they know you crave their cocks equally. You kiss them, you talk to them all the time, you love to cuddle with them, you love to be sandwiched between them, one cock in your pussy, the other in your ass, being kissed and bitten and licked.
"Easy darlin' there's more then enough of us to satisfy you. Hop off one cock and the next one will be right there waiting for you. Open your pretty mouth and suck them all clean one after the other, that's it. You're doing so well for all of us."
Being full of cock and cum day in and day out, craving all of it, craving them, their love and lust and matching it tenfold, unable to match their monster stamina yet trying so hard to, whimpering and crying from overstimulation and still bending over to be mounted and seeded by them.
"You'll never be able to get off from a human cock ever again. You'll only want us. Just as we want you, you're our perfect cockwhore. And we love and worship you for it."
Sitting on Hobieās lap, facing him, while heās pawing your hips. The force behind them shifting you marginally back and forth. An invisible pull exists between the two of you, a magnetism you canāt deny. Your dampened panties gliding over the raise in his jeans.
āCan feel your heartbeat.ā he informs you, a little too pridefully for your tastes. Dark eyes glancing from your seat on his crotch to meet your own gaze. Itās as if heās gloating his power over you, his surreal physical affect on you.
It didnāt occur to you that your heartbeat is something heād care to listen in onā didnāt realize itās within his capabilities. Does that mean heās heard how it pounds in your chest every time he looks at you? āWhat? Like, with your spider sense?ā Now that he mentions it, your entire body feels the rippling affect of your blood pumping, rushing to where your bodies connect. Nerves combusting at the sight of him sizing you up.
Hobieās taunting and maddening smile widens, biting down onto his glinting silver piercing to stifle his own excitement. He shakes his head. āNope.ā
hii for the 5 sentence ficlet could I please request sex on the spaceship/trying not to get caught for Adam? thank u hereās a Capybara!
send me nsfw headcanons and I will write a 5 sentence fic
ahhh babybara so precious šš thank you for the request! mini fic will be under the cut š
"Oh, yes! Oh, that feels amazing!" Adam cried out, gripping the arms of the chair. In an attempt to muffle his moans, you pressed your lips against his as you rode him with Do It To Me by Lionel Richie playing through your shared cassette player.
"Gotta stay quiet for me otherwise we'll get caught,ā You muttered while rutting your hips against his. āCan you do that for me, big boy?ā
Adam nodded frantically, dropping his voice to a whisper. āYes, just donāt stop please.ā
miguel's fav position is def mating press, but what about hobie. do u think he likes you on top so he can touch everywhere or on all fours, using his size to press against you?
hobieās favorite position isā¦ baby iām drawing a blank i feel like he likes every single position like he just loves being inside you but if i had to chooseā¦ itās either missionary with your legs over his shoulders or with you on top cause his dirty talk goes crazy with you on top šÆ you bein in control turns him on BAD so heās literally encouraging you and telling you to take what you need and to ride him ājust like thatā and to āshow me how much you love this dick, yeah?ā
(bonus! he also rlly likes when you talk to him while heās fucking your brains out. heās all about your pleasure so over time heās taught you to tell him when heās doing something you rlly like. say he angles his hips a certain way. he presses up against your spot n you go crazy and start saying shit like āyeah, right there, feels so goodā ā¦ he will go insane. makes sure he presses against that spot with every thrust and heās moaning āyeah? right there? tell me how fuckinā good it feels, love.ā)
imagine hobie really liking how he towers over you. loves the way you have to crane your neck just to meet him eye to eye. loves the way you have to look up at him.
heās obsessed actually, cuz even though the both of you are sitting on the couch sharing a joint, you still have to look up at him. it triggers something inside him he isnt familiar with but he wouldnt mind playing around with it.
he can usually keep it under wraps, especially since the both of you are just friends but this day he really couldnt keep it in.
youre there sitting in front of him, looking at him with those big eyes, a small please? leaving your lips as you beg for another hit and he loses it. he corners you on the couch, his hands on either side of your head and hes incredibly hunched over just to meet you eye to eye and it turns him on.
āyādonāt know whatcha do to me huh sweetheart?ā his voice is low and quiet, and you feel his breath fanning your cheek, and all you can do is shake your head curiously.
next thing you know it Hobie has you in a mating press and hes fucking into you almost desperately, relishing in the way his one hand can cover your whole chest, pressing down just to feel his big cock all the way up your little tummy.
āFuck doll, look at you so fucking tinyā ātakinā this cock so wellā āthought you said it wouldnā fit huh?ā āfuckinā take it all fāme yeah?ā
pls write a smutty thought for hobie brown i absolutely loved him atsv
iām a firm believer hobie get pussy drunk, like itās like a pure fucking high at this point and he has no other way to describe it but that heās drunk. itās your fault, you just taste so good he swears he never wants to leave.
and heāll hold your hand, fingers intertwined with yours. his face is soaked and sticky with your wetness but you donāt have anytime for embarrassment because of his rough licks and soft sucks on your puffy clit. he wants to drown himself in you, he swears.
and when heās inevitably pushing you over the edge, heāll leave soft and slow kitten licks until you finally get down from your high and itās like heās drunk, his words are slurred as heās pressing wet kisses along your stomach and waist muttering about how youāre āso amazing, love.ā āa perfect perfect girlā itās the point where itās almost incoherent.
eventually you guys end up cuddled up while he traces small circles into your skin until he recovers and dives back in for more.
