#i don't think its unintentional 😉

[ex-jock-enthusiast]

Tommy winkler is my favorite unintentional gainer

An excellent suggestion anon!

If you're looking for more content on this guy, @jake-is-still-drunk made a great post a while back covering him in more detail. But yeah holy shit the only two constants in life are twink death and taxes huh

[supernaturalgirl20]

Hey beautiful! 🥰 I'm on a mission, which brings me to your blog tonight for a request. And there's no rush my love, so please take all the time you may want or need. I don't mind waiting at all ❤️.

Okay, picture this: Friends to Lovers kind of deal and Mutual Pining with F!Reader and Frankie Morales. They're out on a mission together but are only gathering intel so they're not planning to fight the enemy, and it's an exceptionally cold night wherever they are (could be an abandoned warehouse, a motel room, or in hiding in the trees etc, just somewhere where they're staying close to each other). She goes to tuck in for the night as there was no activity to record from the threat, but Frankie can hear how cold she is. Like, she is shivering, and the man just can't take it anymore. He tucks in for the night too but lays down beside her instead, placing his chest against her back to keep her warm.

Let the smut and/or fluff commence from this point onwards. I'll leave you to decide which route to take this story after this point. Thank you in advance and love ya bitch! 😏❤️

Chloe I LOVE this request 🥰🥰 Hope you enjoy 😉

Be my Lady?!

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, oral (female receiving), mutual pining, one bed, unintentional teasing, cursing, fluff.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

The static of the radio startles you as you gaze through your scope at Javi’s villa. It’s been quiet, thankfully but it’s been days out here in the thick jungle and the weather is beginning to drain you.

“Fuck, this is boring as shit. I think we’ve gathered enough information, wanna head out?”

“Fish, I thought you’d never ask,” you radio back with a smile in your voice.

“I aim to please half-pint.” You roll your eyes at the nickname he’d bestowed upon you back when you first joined the team. “Meet you at the starting point. Better hurry if we wanna get the chopper to pick us up today. The weather is getting real bad.”

“See you in five.” Packing up you head out to meet Frankie and once you make your way through the clearing you spot him leaning against a tree. He’s fiddling with the watch his daughter got him, something you helped her pick out and you take the opportunity to admire him.

His tack trousers hug his thighs just right and the way he’s leaning back with his legs slightly crossed over highlights his impressive package. The red shirt he’s wearing peaks out under his rain jacket and a smile works its way onto your face. It’s the one you bought for Kris Kringle one year and he always seems to have it on when you’re out together.

“A watched clock never chimes, Fish.” He smiles up at you, that dimple you love making an appearance. “Is that what they say,” he asks as he pushes off the tree and picks up his rucksack. “Winds picking up,” he says, tilting his head to the sky. “Don’t think we’re gonna make it back to base tonight.”

“Damn, I was hoping for a hot shower.” Frankie clears his throat and avoids making eye contact as he begins to lead the way. “Saw a cabin about a mile north, a little run-down but should be ok to haul up there for the night.”

“Once we get out of the rain I’m happy. Lead the way.”

***

When Frankie had said a run-down cabin you were expecting a shell of a building but it was actually in decent condition with a small bed and an open fire. Dropping his rucksack on the ground Frankie turns to you with a serious look on his face and his hands resting on his hips.

“There’s only one bed.”

“So?”

“Half-pint, there’s two of us and only one bed.”

“Yeah. So? We’re grown-ups, we can work something out.”

“You take it. I’ll sleep on the floor. I’m sure there’s some blankets around here somewhere,” he says as he begins to look around.

“Fish, it's ok. I’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor. You got a bad back.”

“Well, I ain’t making you sleep on the floor before you even suggest it.”

With a sigh, you take a step closer to him and rest your hand on his arm. “I was gonna say we could share the bed.”

His eyes move slowly along your figure before landing where you're touching him. He gulps loudly before meeting your gaze, “you sure?”

“Positive. Now, let’s get that fire lit. I’m freezing.”

Frankie helps you light the fire before heading out back and getting some extra wood to try and keep it going for the night. You take the opportunity to change quickly into dryer clothes but you can’t seem to shake the chill that’s set in your bones so you riffle through Frankie's bag and throw on one of his shirts.

“Hey got enough to keep us going and I’ve cut some extra out back just in case we…” Frankie falters as he turns and spots you standing there with his shirt on. Your gaze wanders and you can see the effect you're having on him through his trousers.

As soon as he realises what you're looking at his face heats and he drops some of the wood. “Fuck, is that my shirt?” He stutters.

Biting your bottom lip you nod your head, “that’s ok, right? I’m just really cold. Needed the extra layers.”

He clears his throat as he makes his way towards the open fire, throwing some logs into it. “Yeah, yup that’s fine…I uh…yeah.”

You try hard not to laugh at how cute he’s being and the thought that he might just feel the same way as you, passes through your mind. He removes his wet jacket and grabs some food from his bag before reaching out and offering you some. “Thanks,” you say with a soft smile, patting the ground beside you.

Huddled together by the fire tucking into the food the sound of the wind howling outside draws your attention. “Shit, that’s bad.”

“I told ya it was gonna get bad. The weather here is always shit. Don’t know why that asshole has a villa here.”

“Hmm, at least we can be back on base tomorrow. I’m missing my bed.”

Frankie snorts a laugh, “that’s saying something. Those things are hard as shit.”

You yawn and Frankie’s eyes flick towards you, “you should get some sleep”, he says tilting his head towards the single bed. “I’ll keep this going a bit longer.”

“You should rest too, Frankie.”

“I will, I promise.”

“You better Morales.”

He watches you wrap the thin blanket over you and settle on the bed before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He was so screwed.

***

A little while later you begin to shiver a little, the thin blanket doing little to alleviate the cold. Frankie notices from where he's sat by the fire and decides he’s going to have to brave it out and hop in beside you.

“Mierda. You better not show me up, you hear. We’re in this together alright. We can't scare her off.”

You realise that he thinks you're asleep but you wonder who he’s talking to. When you peak at him from under the covers he’s pointing at his rather large bulge. Jesus, he is big. When he stands you turn back around and wait as he strips out of his tack trousers before lifting the covers and slipping in behind you.

It’s awkward given how small the bed is and Frankie is a hulk of a man but he manages to fit behind you. He’s careful not to touch you, well any more than can be helped. You shiver again and suddenly Frankie’s arm wraps around your waist and pulls you back against his hard chest.

You’re nestled right up against him and a contented sigh passes your lips. “That better,Hermosa?”

“Hmm, yeah. You’re like a space heater.” You wiggle your butt unconsciously seeking out his heat and a strangled groan comes from behind you. His hand grips your waist tight, “half-pint…Mierda! You gotta stop…I’m not gonna…shit, I’m not gonna be able to control myself if you keep doing that.”

“Who says I want you to?” You turn your head slightly when he doesn’t say anything but then he’s pushing you onto your back as he nestles himself between your thighs. His breathing is ragged and his pupils are blown wide. “Are you sure you want this,Hermosa? I won’t be able to stop once we start. Wanted this…shit, wanted this for so long.”

You bite your lip and nod your head at him. He shakes his and moves your hands above your head. “I need to hear you say it, half-pint.”

“Fuck me Frankie, please.” His eyes close and he groans as he grinds his hips into you. “Fuck your huge, Fish.”

“Don’t call me that, not like this. Say my name.” He grinds his thick length against you again. “Frankie,” you whisper in his ear.

“Fuck. Want you so bad, baby. But I gotta get you ready for me.” He moves down under the covers and pulls your pants down exposing your aching cunt before lifting your legs over his shoulders. He buries his face into you, breathing you in. “Fuck baby you smell so good. Bet you taste even better.”

He licks a strip through your folds and you arch off the bed with a strangled moan. His nose presses into your clit as he devours you. “Oh fuck…Frankie.”

Ooh! You moan as your back arches off the bed, hand finding purchase in his hair. He grips your thighs as he buries his tongue inside you. Fuck he knows what he’s doing. He alternates between licking and sucking and shoving his tongue inside you that you are a complete and utter mess on the bed below him. Writhing in pleasure. That heat begins to form and you can feel yourself getting closer to that edge and you all but shout his name as the pleasure from your orgasm consumes you.

“Frankie.”

His tongue licks around his lips as he emerges from under the covers laying his body flush with yours. You reach up and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. You reach down and grip him tight in your hand. “I wanna taste you now.”

“I won’t last,” he breathes out as he shakes his head. “Next time, baby. Right now I gotta feel you wrapped around me.” He pulls his boxers off and quickly discards them before lining up at your entrance. “Ready baby?”

“Yes. Need you, Frankie.”

His hips thrust forward burying his thick length deep inside. “Mierda. So fucking wet baby. You feel like heaven.” He pounds into you, fucking you deep into the mattress below you, the bed squeaking from the force.

“Oh god….Frankie, I’m gonna….oh…fuck…I’m gonna come.” His hand holds your hip tight as he keeps hitting that sweet spot. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock. Wanna feel you.”

“Frankie,” you cry out as your cunt flutters around him. He groans as you squeeze him tight only thrusting a few more times before he follows you off that ledge. He comes hard with a grunt of your name as fills you full of him.

“Fuck,” he breathes out as he slumps on top of you. You both lay like that for a while, his cock still buried inside you as you run your fingers through his slightly damp hair.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that to happen on this mission.”

“Me neither,” he mumbles into your skin. “Fucking happy it did though. I owe Pope for swapping with me.”

“What?”

Frankie lifts his head slightly so he can meet your gaze. “Pope was the one who was on this mission with you but I asked him to swap. Wanted to spend some time with you, just you and me.”

“Got it bad, huh?”

He reaches up and places a soft kiss on your lips. “You’ve no idea, baby.”

“Well, I got it bad for you too.”

“Yeah? So does that mean you're my lady now?”

“I’ve always been your lady, Frankie.”

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[beepboop358]

I feel like in season 3 Mike has completely ignored and disrespected Will and not just with the "Its not my fault you don't like girls" quote I feel like there's way more but when I try to explain what I mean people go out and say that 'Will treated himself badly' so i wanna just break something down

Will only wanted for things to be normal and for them to forget about the whole 'will getting abducted/zombie boy' thing because he feels like he lost his best friends.

Most of the time they are all off fighting 'the flayed' or trying to find out how to stop this and the times they can be happy and free Mike and Lucas are with their girlfriends/or worried about them.

Will feels upset about this and the reason he said "Just so you can swap spit with some stupid girl!" was out of anger because he can't really hang out with his friends anymore.

some else said that 'Will is selfish and Lucas and Mike are trying to make him happy.'

First, Mike and Lucas laughed after Will took a lot of time making that campaign. They knew this after will kept asking and asking if they could play DND but however Mike and Lucas denied the offer.

During the rain scene Mike (Possibly unintentional) insulted will by calling him a little kid aka Degrading him

I could add more but please tell me what you think of this?

hey anon!

I agree Mike acts like a jackass a few times in season 3 😂 However I am a Mike Wheeler defender/apologist LOL. The reason Mike acts that way is really crucial to his development for his own personal storyline of coming to terms with his sexuality, and what that means for his idea of 'growing up'. And the word choice of "Kids" is definitely not un-intentional 😉 Mike associates getting older and the fact that they aren't kids anymore as "it's time to like girls now", if that makes sense. So when he pushes off playing D&D, it's because he is forcing himself to care about other things instead - his girlfriend - because he thinks it what he should do, that it's just automatic and expected of him. Mike is going back to playing D&D in season 4, with joining the hellfire club, and that proves how fake he was being in season 3 not wanting to play D&D and wanting to spend more time with El. Mike going back to playing D&D is like him returning to his true self again, liking what he likes to do, and not trying to act like someone else or force himself to be a certain way. D&D is also used as a way for Mike & Will to bond, and it's a romantic symbol for them, so Mike denying any opportunity to play it, highlights how he feels he has to force himself to be straight.

Mike says "We're not kids anymore" to Will during their fight, again representing how he associates liking women as being a part of getting older and maturing. Mike is angry Will isn't conforming to societal standards the way he feels he has to. Major compulsory heterosexuality from Mike during this fight in literally everything he says, and also majorly in the 'blank makes you crazy' scene... "It's like a feeling, old people say it to each other". Back to his fight with With, when he says "It's not my fault you like girls!", yes that was rude and uncalled for LOL, but he does it because he's going on the defensive. He's confused and doubting his own sexuality, so he lashes out and starts being accusatory other people aren't straight, which is a common trope of closeted people, unfortunately. Mike is not as extreme as these next examples, but it's the same idea of the closeted man calling others out, when they themselves are closeted too, but calling out other people for not being straight, or for not being as straight as them, makes them seem straight. I mean think of Kurt's bully in Glee taunting him for being gay but then SIKE he's also gay, and even Richie in IT; how he's constantly making jokes about not being a virgin, to cover up the fact that he's gay. Mike's doing the same thing here, basically saying with that line "I'm so straight I can't even fathom your behavior. I am going to call you out for showing any disinterest in anything girl related to cover up the fact that I am actually gay, because calling you out for not being interested in girlfriend related things will make me seem straight" (So much more on this in the byler proof slides)

Mike's having a harder time than Will is accepting himself. Will has certainly dealt with his fair shame of shame and homophobia and internalized homophobia, but jeez Mike's level of internalized homophobia is just through the roof. Will knows he is gay, he's just trying to hide it and get by. But I don't even think Mike realizes he is actually, undeniably gay until the very end of season 3. Mike's extremely insecure, and scared of those feeling he has for men and Will being real and true, so he tries to bury them deep down and thinks that if he can act the part of a straight man, he can become it. He's forcing himself to try and be something he isn't, which is causing him a lot of suffering and pain, so that's why he lashes out and acts the way he does in season 3.

thanks for the ask! I hope you're doing good! xx 💜