Mando: Whatever Your Thinking About Right Now, Stop

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I was three when I fell in love with Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic but I started to look at Kate Winslet. And keep in mind I was still a child my mom is super religious and never told me about that. Till my mom later told me that liking the same gender is bad. So growing up I liked boys and girls but I never told my mom about the girl part. When I asked my mom if it is possible for someone to like both guys and girls, my mom said that no because it was disgusting. That is the reason I kept it secret, it wasn't until middle school where I learned the term bisexual and since then I have labeling myself bisexual but for me it didn't feel right. I moved on to high school still labeling myself bisexual but still felt wrong. It wasn't until after high school when I played South Park: The fracture but whole when I started creating my character sexuality and it led me my character to be Polysexual. I have heard about it but never knew what it meant so I did research and the more I research the more I started feeling like it was me. So that is the story of how I discover my sexuality thanks to a game.

Safe Harbour | Frankie Morales x F!AFAB!Reader | Fluff

Summary:Frankie finally takes a bath for his bad back. You can't help but join him. Warnings: No explicit smut, but it's not "clean" either.         Bathing/Washing; Mild Sexual Content; No Smut; mentions of genitalia; Fluff; Domestic Fluff; Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Romantic Fluff; Valentine's Day Fluff; Bubble Bath/Bathtubs; Food mentions; alcohol mention; Frankie Morales has a bad back; But even that won't stop him from wanting to bone. Reader has no physical description but is "Mrs Morales", and has a vagina. Just a little fluffy fun with Frankie and you, his wife. Fluffbruary Prompt: Phone | Bubble bath | Doll [Day 14 prompts of @astromechs #rebelcaptain Fluffbruary!] Thank you @noxturnalpascal and @merz-8 for taking a look at this before I posted! Wordcount: 1920 Read on AO3

“I’m almost home guapo,” you coo down the speakerphone, the traffic around you finally beginning to move. You’re sweaty and irritable and if it weren’t for the promise of Frankie and a long weekend together, you’d be miserable right now.

“Drop-off go ok?” Frankie asks and you shiver at the way his voice sounds, deep, rich, relaxed. You’re about to answer when you hear a strange swooshing noise in the background of the call, but you carry on regardless.

“Yeah, Gabi was fine, far more interested in the empanadas Diego and Maria were making than saying goodbye to me,” you chuckle as you recall the apologetic look Maria’s new husband had given you when Gabi had run off without so much as a second glance at you.

“Don’t take it to heart mi cielo, she’s five, and takes after her dad in being painfully food motivated,” Frankie tries to soothe you over the phone, but you shake your head, even if he can’t see you.

“I know,” you say before another swooshing noise distracts you in the background of the call, “Frankie, are you in the bath right now?”

There’s a heavy pause and you feel the bubble of triumphant energy pooling in your belly. You’ve been trying to get Frankie to take a bath for weeks. It’s not that the man doesn’t wash – Frankie is a clean freak even by your standards – no, it’s the back and shoulder pain you’re more concerned about.

“I might be,” he says, the smirk on his face clear in his tone.

“Did you use that bath bomb I got for you?” You ask with a bigger grin on your face as you prepare to ditch the slow-moving traffic for your exit of the freeway.

“I did.”

“How does it feel?” You ask as you finally break free of the traffic, you’re only a few minutes out now and the idea of Frankie in the bath is making you impatient.

“So good mi amor, I should have listened to you months ago,” he admits, and you bite your lip as you grin.

“I’m just glad you’re enjoying it,” you say as you turn in to your street.

“Come join me when you get in yeah?” Frankie asks sleepily and you can already imagine his blissed-out face and damp curls.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

~*~

You knock on the bathroom door with your free hand, the fingers of the other wrapped around two bottles of pilsner. Your black silk robe hangs open, exposing the lacy red set of lingerie you have on.

“Come in muñeca, the water’s just fine,” Frankie says with a heady sigh, “What took you so-,”

Frankie’s voice cuts out with a strangled gasp as you nudge the door open with your hip. His jaw goes slack as he looks you up and down, his dark brown eyes swimming with hazy desire. He’s stretched out in your large corner tub; you can hear the soft rumble of the jets that line the sides of the bath.

“You’re too good to me,” Frankie says with a groan as he takes the beers from your hand so you can shimmy out of your robe. You see the way his chest is red and flushed from the hot water, colour creeps up his neck, and dapples across his cheeks. His soft curls stick to his temples and forehead as sweat and water droplets bead at his brow.

You take it slow, shrugging it off your shoulders so it bunches around your elbows, exposing the skin of your chest. Frankie’s tongue darts across his lower lip as he watches you inch the flowing material down over your curves. His eyes follow with rapt attention as you feel the heat simmer under your skin.

“So beautiful mi amor,” Frankie breathes as he sinks a little lower in the bath. The fragrant waters slosh around him as he not-so-subtly places the beers on the tiled floor before slipping a hand below the surface.

“Thank you,” you coo as you unhook your bra and toss it to the floor. Your nipples are hard despite the steamy room, pebbling with arousal at the way Frankie is devouring you with his eyes. You turn slowly on the spot, baring your ass to him as you roll your thong down your legs. You hear the sharp intake of breath when you bend forward, giving him the smallest glimpse of your cunt. You slip the garment off your feet and kick them into the pile of discarded clothes.

“C’mere,” Frankie rasps as you hear the bathwater churn a little, you turn to see him sitting upright on the small shelf built into the bath, arms outstretched.

“How could I say no to that?” You ask as you saunter over to the tub. Frankie holds out a hand to steady you as you step into the tub, you grip it firmly as he guides you down onto his lap.

The hot water rushes up to meet you and you moan softly as your skin burns a little at the high temperature. It’s a pleasantly exhilarating feeling as you settle in the steamy bath, thighs straddling Frankie’s lap as his hands settle on your body. One hand cups your cheek as the other rests on the curve of your hip. You don’t miss Frankie’s thick, hard length bobbing between you.

“Missed you baby,” Frankie murmurs as he tilts his head up to look at you, his facial hair is coated in droplets of moisture that shake from his moustache as he speaks.

“I wasn’t gone that long,” you chastise him gently as you thread your fingertips through the curls at the nape of his neck. You rest your forearms on his shoulders as you roll your hips forward to press your mound against his cock, trapping it between you. Frankie’s body shudders beneath you as he lets out a soft hiss.

“Long enough for me to draw a bath and soak a while before you got back,” he pouts a little as you press a soft kiss to his jaw, right where the hair refuses to grow.

“Poor Frankie,” you tease as you leave a kiss at the corner of his mouth, the bristles of his moustache taking delightfully over your skin, “Such a needy boy.”

That sends shivers down his spine as he turns his head to capture your lips with his own. He takes your bottom lip between his and sucks on it slowly, pulling on it before letting it go with an audible pop. His dark eyes glisten as he looks up at you, a silent question behind them.

“You need to rest your back baby,” you scold him as his dick twitches against your stomach, “Ten more minutes and then we can have some fun.”

“You’re cruel,” he whines but he doesn’t press further, instead he lays back, sinking you both deeper into the hot, heady waters.

You lean forward and press your face into his damp locks and nestle your nose against his ear. You trace irregular patterns along the slopes of his shoulders as he runs his hands up and down your back.

You stay there for some time, steam curling around you as the water ripples with a soft hum, the rhythm soothing. The air jets blow bubbles over your legs, a gentle caress that has you curling your body forward, enveloping Frankie with your naked form.

“Thank you for dropping Gabi off,” Frankie’s voice is no more than a whisper as his lips ghost the damp skin of your collarbone. You can feel the press of his strong nose and the brush of his soft facial hair as he nuzzles into you.

It’s like you’re both desperate to get closer, although there is naught but skin on skin, souls bared and bodies entwined. It’s hot and clammy, and you know you’ll need a full shower after, but it’s worth it. Intimate moments with Frankie like this are priceless.

“Thank you for looking after yourself, you’ve been pushing it too hard lately,” you say with a sigh as you toy with hair behind Frankie’s ear, twisting the curls around your fingertips.

“I know, but I do it for you, for Gabi, for us,” Frankie wraps his arms around you, one snaking around your waist, the other gripping your neck from behind. You’re anchored to him, unmoving amongst the turbulent waters.

“And I love that,” you hum softly as you pull back a little, pressing your cheek into Frankie’s as you savour the contact, “Just want you to look after yourself too sometimes.”

“You’re so good to me,” he says, weariness clear in his tone, “I love you.”

“I give as good as I get, guapo, I love you too,” you respond with a smile on your lips as you lean back to look him in the eye, “How ‘bout we shower off and order some takeout?”

“Then bed?” Frankie smirks up at you, bottom lip between his teeth as he raises his eyebrows suggestively at you.

“We could eat the takeout in bed,” you counter with an equally salacious grin on your face.

“You’re incorrigible Mrs Morales,” Frankie teases and you yelp as he stands abruptly, you scramble to wrap your legs around him. You engage your core, and support yourself with your arms on his shoulders as you glare down at him.

“That’s not good for your back,” you scold him but he simply grins up at you before teasing his teeth along your jaw.

“Sorry Mrs Morales, maybe you need to teach me how to behave.”

“I really do, put me down,” you growl as you leer at him and he rolls his eyes and relents. He puts you down gently and you cross your arms over your chest. You can’t stay angry at Frankie for long, you know it, he knows it, but it’s worth labouring the point.

“Fine, besides, the bath did wonders,” he says with a shrug as he bends and flexes for you, as if to prove a point of his own.

“Yeah, yeah,” you scowl as you point to the shower, “Hit the showers Morales, we’ll see how limber you are once you cool down.”

“I don’t plan on cooling down for a few hours, muñeca,” Frankie clicks his tongue as he cups your chin, brushing the pad of his thumb across your moist bottom lip.

“Don’t come crying to me when you can’t move in the morning,” you say without any real bite to your tone.

“Noted, now, what are we ordering in? I’m starving,” Frankie says with a grin before slipping into the shower.

You shake your head, incredulous as you join him under the hot water. You wash each other slowly, savouring the rough drag of the washcloth over your skin. He massages your scalp as the water washes over you, you repeat the action for him. It’s a delicate dance peppered throughout with affectionate touches and open-mouthed kisses.

Eventually you’re swaying together without purpose, a slow, sleepy waltz of sheer bliss as the hot water cascades over your joint bodies. One of you needs to make the first move to get out of the shower and call the local takeout place, it takes almost an hour before you do.

Never have you felt so content, but Frankie Morales is your home, your refuge and safe harbour. You know for certain he feels the same way.

Never before had you known love, then Frankie Morales came along.

Namor says to the reader "Don’t run from me, Princess. You can take it.” they had sex all day because he refuses to stop until he's sure she is filled enough to get pregnant. 💦💦Maybe some aftercare where they talk about their future children.👉🏾👈🏾

You guys are so nasty I love

Warnings: NSFW, fem! reader, breeding, over stimulation but the fun sexy kind, praise, marathon sex, not proofread.

"That's it, my love."

His strong, big arms wrapped around you as words of praise fell from his mouth. He pressed a kiss on your shoulder before he slowly inserted his cock back into your dripping wet pussy from behind.

You whimpered at the feeling, your arms trembling which almost caused you to collapse, but your husband kept you up.

Oh, your husband. Your loving, devoted, sweet husband. He could go for days, his stamina almost never runs out and he's a whore for you, something that you never would've guessed by looking at him alone. You, on the other hand, were fragile, at least compared to him.

You felt cum dripping out of your cunt, you weren't sure whose it was, as you both had came multiple times in the past eight hours. It began when you woke up, he smiled at you and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips before he trailed his fingertips down your body. You've only stopped for small breaks since then.

"Still feel good, my love?" Your husband hummed. You nodded, too fucked out to verbally respond with anything except for whimpers. "That's my queen, you're doing so good." He pressed his thumb on your clit, causing you to squeal and squirm from how sensitive you were. Namor chuckled in amusement. "This will be our last time today, I promise, Princess. Just let me take what I need from you."

His voice alone made you arch your back further, begging him to fuck you, to use you. You could feel his heavy breath down your neck, causing you to shiver. He adjusted himself, pushing your cock deep into your pussy with a groan. He stopped for a second, allowing you to get used to his length before he thrusted his hips against you.

"Oh, Oh fuck. You feel amazing." He leaned in for a kiss as he started to speed up his movements, taking your tits in his hands and playing with your nipples. His hands on your body and his cock in you made you even more sensitive, and you wiggled beneath him. "Don't run away from me, Princess." He pinned your wrists down. "You can take it."

You nodded, you can take it, you want to take it.

By now he was pounding into you, using your pussy like a toy but still pleasuring you. He pressed down on your lower stomach as he felt you clench around him.

"Good, good girl. Fuck, I'm gonna breed you."

You whimpered in response, begging him for his cum. You moaned, nearly screamed as you reached your climax, and you were filled not long after.

Now, he held you in his arms as he stared lovingly at you. He was still riled up, you could tell by the way he started to kiss your entire body, giggling when he got a reaction out of you.

"Do you have any name ideas for our baby, my love? When should we start training their powers? Would you prefer a boy or a girl for our first child?" You hushed him.

"For now, let's just cuddle and dream about our family." You smiled, he smiled back at you and rested beside you.

"Whatever you want, Princess."

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