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Year posted - 2022

Tags - @80s4life - @wafners-eternity-serum

🌸 He had always observed you nibbling on your fingers when you're hands weren't busy. But he never thought much of it, atleast until now.

🌸 You sat a little ways to his left on the plane, on your way back home from a grueling mission. Gnawing away at your busted up knuckle, like you hadn't just been in a serious fist fight a day prior.

🌸 It was bugging him, normally it didn't bother him in the slightest. But he knew damn well your knuckles were in no shape to be chewed on.

🌸 So he moved from his place, and without a word plopped down right beside you, a sigh escaping him, still sore himself.

🌸 "Hey Gun." You greeted casually, before continuing on your ministrations. Gunnar grunted in turn, smacking your hand lightly away from your mouth.

🌸 "What?" You frowned in disappointment, tilting your head when Gunnar offered you his hand.

🌸 "Your hands are hurt, use mine if you have to." He stated, honestly assuming you would just toil with his fingers with your own hand.

🌸 You blushed, taking one of his large hands within your smaller one. Glancing around the plane at the other guy's, feeling incredibly nervous.

🌸 "But the others." Gunnar glanced around the same as you had, wondering subconsciously why you would be so nervous about playing with his hand.

🌸 "Come here." Gunnar scooted back on the bench, stretching his long legs out, and offering his arms to you. Not caring about the curious looks the others cast their way.

🌸 You slowly crawl into his hold, nestling yourself against his warm solid chest, then turning away from the guy's to hide your embarrassment.

🌸 Again Gunnar offered you his hand, still assuming you would play with his fingers, with your own tinder ones.

🌸 His arm lay snuggly against your chest, directly between your breasts, not that you cared, though Gunnar found himself focusing on the sensation.

🌸 He was so distracted he didn't even realize how close his hand was to your mouth. Atleast that is until your teeth gently sank into his knuckle, making him suck in a surprised breath.

🌸 You felt his body tense, and immediately released his knuckle from your teeth, turning your head to peer up at him.

🌸 "I didn't hurt you did I?" Your words laced with worry, and despite his surprise, Gunnar smiled down at you. "Not at all Pumpkin." He smiled reassuringly.

🌸 "Is it okay if I do it again?" You asked him tentatively, making him chuckle softly how how cute and small you suddenly looked.

🌸 "Of course." He gently nudged his hand closer to you, smiling when you turned you head, and clamped down on his knuckle again.

🌸 You were always very attractive in his eyes, but right now you couldn't have been any cuter. Seriously for a total badass you were so precious right now in his eyes.

🌸 Hours went by, and he found himself relaxing into your odd mannerism, and finding it pulling at his heartstrings.

🌸 He's always had a soft spot for you, but honestly this might just be the moment he falls in love with you.

🌸 He could tell you were on the brink of falling asleep, he himself feeling quite drowsy. Your rhythmic breathing and gentle nibbles on his hand lulling his mind.

🌸 That is until you sucked his forefinger into your wet mouth, suckling gently down to the second joint.

🌸 Gunnar jolted a little, swallowing thickly, and now wide awake. But when you didn't react to him jumping, he realized you were finally asleep.

🌸 He peered down as best he could, and sure enough you were sound asleep, suckling on his finger like a child would their thumb.

🌸 His heart and cock swelled... He should have felt ashamed for the ladder, but he couldn't help himself. I mean your mouth was warm, wet, added with your suckling... Christ.

🌸 He waited until the others were off the plane before distributing your slumber, having shielded your face from the others, so they wouldn't see you sucking on his finger.

🌸 That was gonna be your guys little secret, and he knew you well enough to know you'd be mortified if they found out. Hell you'll probably still be mortified when you wake up.

🌸 Gently with his other arm, he nudged you, whispering your name softly right against your ear. You shuddered a little, your eyes slowly fluttering open. Gunnar smiled at the sight... Yep he's in love.

🌸 You groaned softly in your drowsiness, before squeaking in surprise as you essentially ripped his finger out of your mouth.

🌸 The pad of his finger was pruned up, but he didn't care. His smile soft and reassuring, as you looked up at him in pure terror and embarrassment.

🌸 "Gunnar I'm so fuckin' sorry." You gasped out, your eyes glossing over, and making Gunnars heart ache in his chest.

🌸 "Ain't nothing to apologize for Pumpkin." He reassured you, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. Quickly wiping away the few tears that escaped your eyes.

🌸 You relaxed under his gaze, finding his unusually serious and tender tone of voice quite relaxing. You could see it in his eyes, he wasn't judging you for what you did.

🌸 "I have this... Fixation." You began, picking at the hem of his shirt subconsciously. "It's a type of oral fixation." You blushed, knowing how dirty his mind is.

🌸 "I've noticed." He smirked, making you chuckle softly, relaxing again. "I just... I need to chew on something to keep my mind busy. Sometimes I suck on my thumb when I sleep."

🌸 He brushed the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, smiling at you. "I think it's cute." He mused casually, finding your blush very endearing.

🌸 "Really?" You peered up at him, with wide bewildered eyes, making him grin again. "Of course." He hummed pulling you hand up to his mouth, kissing your busted knuckles.

🌸 "Most people think it's weird." You admitted with sad eyes, squeaking when Gunnar pulled you to straddle his lap.

🌸 "Not me." He whispered softly, pulling you flush against his lap, revealing to you how much he actually enjoyed it.

🌸 "Gunnar!" You gasped at him in surprise, despite your bodies desire to grind against him. Instead you chuckled at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

🌸 "You dirty old man." You taunted with a grin, he mirrored your grin, his large hands grasping your hips.

🌸 "I could be your dirty old man." He murmured, a hint of anxiety in his eyes, making your heart swoon. You toiled with a strand of his hair at the back of his neck, humming in thought.

🌸 "You think you could handle me, and my little... Fixation?" You arched a brow, giggling when he pulled you flush against him again.

🌸 "I know I can." He insisted with confidence, making you hum again in thought. "Well... Alright old man." You agreed with a playful grin.

🌸 "Atta girl." He praised before pulling you into a kiss, smiling against your lips at the desperate moan that escaped you.

🌸 "Are you two still-?" Barney cut himself off, having walked back onto the plane looking for you both. You jerked away from Gunnars lips, looking at Barney with wide terrified eyes.

🌸 "No fucking in my plane." Barney scolded playfully before walking off with a laugh, Gunnar echoed his laugh, making you pout.

🌸 "That was mortifying, and you're laughing?" You huffed, making Gunnar coo at you. "Well it's not gonna be the last time one of them see us swapping spit." Gunnar mused casually.

🌸 You blushed and hid your face in his chest, giggling despite your embarrassment. Which of course only made Gunnar chuckle at you.

[80s4life]

Opposites Attract**

Word Count: 1,895

Status: Suggested!

Ask: Hi. I am wondering if you could write something with Barney Ross. He's dating someone a bit younger than him, she keeps to herself, and one day they're hanging around the plane after everyone's gone and he's up in the pilots seat. Maybe she starts off teasing him (maybe is wearing one of his shirts like a flannel unbuttoned with just her underwear on) and then it leads to them doing it in the pilots seat.

A/N: Very kinky and pretty fun to write actually! Tysm anon!

Fandom: The Expendables Series

Relationship: Barney Ross x Young!Female!Reader

Summary: You always have to tred lightly when it comes to surprising Barney. From new positions to new lingerie, it takes a lot to impress the stubborn man, but not enough for it to be an annoyance. Quite frankly, it just turns you on more. A cat and mouse game for example...

Warnings: smut, nsfw, teasing, chair sex, plane sex, cursing/language, daddy/sir kink, age-gap pairing, dom/sub dynamic

Taglist: @tangledcopperstrands @snapessecretdiary​

Masterlist Expendables Masterlist

{Gif is not mine, credits go to @slystallone​}

Looking yourself over one last time, you smirk at your appearance. From the flannel to the the lingerie, you stand a little taller, proud even. Just looking at you, anyone could see the label right above your head: “HIS.” And that you were, no matter how much he’d tried to distance you guys from ever being together. Sighing, you psyched yourself up. Even now, you are still a little intimidated by the attractive older man, as if every time you surprise him, it’s a test. “This’ll give me an ‘A+,’” you laugh.

Humming, you lull your head to the little tune playing in your head, doing your final touch-ups to your hair and cleavage. Finally, shutting off the bathroom light and walking down the aisle of the fuselage, you scamper up to the cockpit quietly. As if nothing was out of the ordinary, you brush by the tight space beside his form lounging on the pilot’s seat, sprawling yourself out across the co-pilot’s.

Turning his head from the magazine he was reading, numerous parts and additions for all types of machinery scribbled about it, Barney gazes at you. Feeling his gaze, you try your best to ignore it, typing in the PIN to your phone instead. Quickly, he turns his head back to the tools, clearing his throat as he slightly shifts his position. You smirk.

After a good five minutes, you get impatient. He wasn’t looking. This made the chase even harder for you.

Forcing a yawn, you stretch your back over the armrest, boobs becoming awfully present in the dim lighting. The flannel, hanging loosely on your form, parts and moves away from your chest, unclasped buttons managing to hold the shirt perfectly for Barney’s view. Just to add flavor, you squeal a little in the yawn for emphasis. 

This catches his attention once more, a smirk of his own now forming as his eyes never leave the magazine. This pisses you off. Getting up now, you turn to face him, frustrated with pent-up hormones. Unbuttoning the rest of the clasps on his flannel, you let the sleeves hang around your arms and ass, black lingerie lining each and every curve of your body.

He gives you a once-over.

Groaning in confusion and annoyance, you yell, “Fine, have it your way Old Man! Go play with yourself then!” Snatching up your phone, you storm towards the door once more, intent on leaving him alone. Then, his hand, strong and firm, grips your forearm fiercely. 

“All you had to do was ask Baby. Didn’t need to play games...” he now teases you.

“Oh, you Asshole!” you laugh, “You couldn’t have just appreciated the effort? Given in for once? Acknowledged me?”

“I did! I looked at you the first time!”

“You know what I mean Mr. Ross...” you smile, noticing his hand still wrapped around your arm.

Just as he catches your line of sight, he tugs your arm closer to him as he stands up, towering you. Looking up at him through your lashes, he looks down at you demanding, his breath quickening at every short movement. Now, at the close proximity, you can feel your effect on the man, his bulge tapping your hip bone.

Smirking, you pull him in for a kiss. Just as you are able to share air, you push him into his seat, winking, and getting on top of him. Straddling his waist, your fingers trace figures on his chest, neck, and jaw. His eyes, a deep brown, stare and watch your every moment, taking in every beautiful feature of your face as he does. 

His shirt goes once it gets in your way, your fingers following each intricate marking of his numerous tattoos. “Are you gonna let me play with you all night or are ya gonna tell me whose boss?”

Snapping from his trance, he smirks, “I was just admiring your handiwork.” Superior instincts kicking back in, he hefts you up, and places you on your feet just as he gets back onto his own. “Clothes have to go,” he mutters in a gravelly voice, shedding the flannel and bra from your chest, mouth instantly attaching to a nipple. 

Groaning, you straddle him once more. Tugging on the hairs at the base of his neck, you move to unclasp his belt buckle, unlooping it from his tight jeans. Taking advantage of his set determination, you unzip his pants as well, playing with the tent that pokes through the open expansion of space. Of course he goes commando.

Barney shivers at the slight contact, lightly biting a nipple as a warning. You ignore it, playing with the hem of his jeans and intentionally ignoring the third party. He groans in dissatisfaction, taking matters into his own hands once he realizes you weren’t going to give into his desires that were clearly made known.

“You fucking brat,” Barney grumbles, pushing you into the pilot’s seat, removing the rest of his pants and discarding them on the floor. Swiftly, he grabs your bum, dragging it to the end of the seat, removing your panties before you could fight him on it. “Do I need to spank you?”

Heat instantly flames between your thighs, unconsciously clenching them together.

“I asked you a question Brat,” Barney demands. 

“Yes sir.”

“’Yes sir’ what?” he smiles coyly down at you.

“Yes sir, I need a spanking,” you mutter, embarrassed.

“Do I have to ask you to repeat that now, too?”

“No sir.”

“Then repeat yourself.”

“Yes sir, I need a spanking,” you yell exasperatedly.

“Watch your tone,” he warns, pulling you up and out of the seat. “Five spanks...unless you try somethin’. Then you’ll get your reward.”

Sprawling comfortably on the pilot’s seat, he indulges in the supreme feeling of your smaller body curling over the tops of his knees and thighs, at his mercy. Chuckling darkly, he grazes a hand across one of your ass cheeks, making sure he’s extra careful. The smooth sensation brings goosebumps on your skin, unsure of what or when you would earn your ‘beating.’

Strike! Barney slaps your ass without warning, catching you off guard and initiating a squeal. “No noises,” Barney warns, completely indulging in being the man in charge. “Count. Out loud.” 

“One,” you whimper.

Enjoying the nice hand print he’s left, he dubs it only fair if he gives the other side the same treatment. Striking the other cheek, you wince hard, biting into your lip as tears start to form. “T-Two.”

The next two come in close seconds, not giving you the satisfaction of a slight break. “Three... Four.” Tears do fall from your face, but your thankful you’d gone almost completely numb.

“Just one more Sweetheart, you can do it. Right?” he rubs your butt.

“Y-Y-Yes. Yes, s-sir.” you try your best not to let him hear your struggles.

As soon as you answer, one final hit lands on the center of your ass, stinging fresh and raw. You dig your nails subconsciously into Barneys thigh, enjoying the pleasurable yet painful sensitivity he’d left in his wake.

Patting you lightly, Barney motions that you are not longer in trouble, asking you to get up. Wobbling, you follow suite, wiping the tears away as he stand straight before him. “Did you learn your lesson, Little Girl?”

“Yes Sir, I promise not to do it again.”

“We both know that’s a lie...” Barney mumbles, smirking as he pulls you into his lap again.

Instantly, your need flares up once more, his dick resting on your stomach between your bodies. Licking your lips, you look up at Barney, awaiting some sort of command. He stares back at you tauntingly, testing you. You almost want to scream, take what you want without his approval; but you know there’d be more in store for you, lengthening the torture of a much needed release or two.

“What are you waiting for? Go on, take what ya want Baby Girl,” Barney sighs, chuckling.

His breath catches in his throat as you instantly wrap your hand around his dick, your cold hands an unusual feeling. Lifting up your hips, you align him with your entrance, using the help of your hand to guide you through the first few thrusts. Eventually, you build a rhythm, moaning as loudly and as greedily ad you pleased.

Barney makes his fair share of noises too, making you all but flustered as you realize that you are the only one allowed to see him this way. All beet red, breathless, and utterly infatuated with one person, and one person only: you. It seems you are not the only one with a label, huh?

Your hips start to stutter as you start to reach the end of your line, climax nearing any second now. Barney feels your walls tighten, causing him to knock his head back in ecstasy. “Barn, I’m gonna...” you cut off with a moan, starting to slow your motions as your pleasure threatens to overcome you.

“I know,” he reassures, grabbing you waist as he deliciously thrusts upwards, stilling for a moment, and then thrusting again. He increases the speed as you wrap your arms around his shoulders tightly, trying to grind down in time with his hips. 

Pounding into your core, you scream as you knot starts to break, your body shaking uncontrollably. Moaning Barney’s name, your orgasm hits you quickly with even more begs. The sound of his name spilling from your lips in the heat of passion, Barney nears his climax as well, finding your voice all too attractive.

Thrusting one last, hard time, Barney cums inside you in a rush, pulling you as close as his string biceps would allow. You easily reciprocate, still trying to come down from your high, panting into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

Taking some time to catch your breath, Barney smiles, “If only you’d follow orders on missions as obediently as you did here.”

“Oh shut up! You really gonna ruin the moment with something stupid?”

He simply laughs, “It’s only stupid because I’m right.”

“Whatever, you’re just lucky I put up with your ass,” you giggle, pulling him out and grabbing a towel to clean yourselves up.

“If putting up with me means dressing down to the nines in order to impress, then I’m 100% okay with this.”

You blush, looking him in the eyes, “I just want you to feel special.”

His heart melts a little, admiring your puppy dog eyes, pulling your body to rest on his lap again. Legs dangling over the side of the chair, you cuddle up to his chest, placing your head under his chin. 

“It’s fine, you don’t have to say anything. It’s more of a reassurance thing...impressing you. I mean, at the end of the night, we both appreciate it right?” you start to ramble.

Grabbing your chin calmly, Barney smiles broadly, “I love you. Anything you wear is fucking impressing.”

You return the smile lovingly, “Then I’ve accomplished my mission. I love you, too, Old Man.”

[shelby-love]

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Bar Encounters

Prompt: Another man harasses Lee’s girl

Word Count: 1282

Warnings: Mentions of violence, alcohol consumption, profanity

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It isn’t very often that Lee gets jealous or possessive, probably because you aren’t typically around other guys together. Sure, you’ll go to the bar with Gunner Barney and Cesar - but Lee doesn’t get jealous of them. He knows none of them would try anything, unless they were completely shitfaced.

It was another typical Friday after they returned home again, all of you at the local bar, having a good time. Since arriving, you had taken notice of a man checking you out from a table across the other side of the room, accompanied by a few other guys. You had randomly looked up and spotted him staring at you more than twice. You rolled your eyes and looked away, leaning your elbows on the table and sipping on your beer. You half-listened to Barney telling another crazy story, looking beside you and seeing your boyfriend staring intently at you. You rest your chin in your hand and give him a look, raising your eyebrows to ask what he is staring at you for. He only smirks at you, then returns his gaze to his friend, commenting on his insanity.

You glance across the room again and spot the man still looking your direction, muttering to his friend as he watched, and then his friend looked your way. You huff and look between your own friends at the table, suddenly sort of bored. You stand up, Lee’s hand falling from your thigh, to which he gives you a look, silently asking where you are going. You announce that you are getting a shot, and he nods, watching you walk away for a moment, then getting distracted by Gunner hollering about something.

You order a shot from the bartender and lean against the bar, hoping that nobody bothers you - you are not in the mood tonight. And just your luck, you feel someone touch your arm, and turn to see the creepy guy that has been watching you standing there, a gross smirk on his face.

“Hey there, doll.” He greets, his hand on your arm clammy and warm, sending shivers of disgust up your spine. You scoot to the left in order to cause his gross hand to drop and readjust your elbows on the bar counter, once again rolling your eyes. “Ohhh, someone’s got an attitude!” The man exclaims with a throaty laugh. You eye him up and down for a moment, your top lip curling up in clear disdain and return your gaze to the bartender working on deescalating a bar fight in the works. “What? You’re too good for me?” He continues on, his cheery attitude faltering. You hope that the guy will take the hint and walk away, but you can sense that he is not that sort of guy.

You look over your shoulder toward your table, eyes falling on Lee, who is laughing at whatever conversation is taking place, completely unaware of the situation. Of all times, now he is not watching you like your life was on the line.

You turn to face forward again and stand up straight, wondering why the hell this guy hasn’t said anything or left. You cock your head at him and cross your arms.

“My boyfriend’s over there. With his friends. He tends to be a little jealous, if you know what I mean.” You announce, raising a brow at the man. He’s a few inches taller than you and stocky. Little did he know, you have a pocket knife on you - but let’s face it, if you’re going to need it, it’ll take too long to get out. The guy only chuckles at your statement, seemingly unphased.

“Doesn’t seem to care much bout ya, if he left ya all alone over here.” Finally the bartender hands over your shot, to which you immediately down in the man’s face, sliding the glass back to the bartender and slamming a five down on the counter. Your icy stare penetrates the man, seemingly scaring but also exciting him further. At this point you don’t care anymore. You tried to get him to leave you be, you even warned him about Lee. If he has a death wish, that’s his own fault.

You make your way back over to the table the men are gathered at, relatively intoxicated, other than Barney. At this point you can already see that Caesar and Gunner have had more than their fair share, so it will be very easy to get them riled up. The boys tend to be very protective of everyone they are close to, which includes you. In others words, this freak is about to have four very dangerous and drunk large men on his ass.

As you expected, the guy follows you like a lost puppy, even going as far as to make a comment about how good your ass looks in your jeans and how he’d like to bend you over. This gives you an idea to get him to back off without having to have Lee freak out too badly. You finally reach the table, the guy suddenly halting a few steps away, realizing that he may have just fucked up. “Babe, you think my ass looks good in these jeans?” You ask, leaning your elbows down onto the low table, ass perked up in the air on show for everyone. Lee’s eyes go giant at your random insanity, but quickly pieces together what is happened when he spots the bug eyed man by their table. “This gentleman here was just telling me about how he wants to bend me over cuz my ass just looks so damn good.” You continue, going so far as to give your ass a little shake, looking over your shoulder at the bewildered man. 

Lee jumps up, his chair flying backward from the momentum, yanking you up by your arm and spinning you around to sit on the table, taking a step forward and blocking your body with his own. Seeing their friend jumping into action, Gunner and Caesar stand up as well, their giant arms prominent in their tight shirts, and the man looks like he just shit his pants. The guy literally runs away before Lee can even say a word, causing you and everyone at the table to erupt in laughter - besides Lee. He turns back around and faces you, quite a few inches taller than you from your seat on the table. 

“You just had to do that, didn’t you?” He questions, his voice calm but his eyes glinting with jealousy. You stand up with a smile and place a hand on Lee’s chest, letting it slide up his pecs sensually until it’s made its way around his neck, pulling him down to your level and placing a slow, taunting kiss on his lips. Both of Lee’s hands grasp your hips immediately, pulling you right against his hard chest, intensifying the kiss - asserting his dominance. You hear Gunner groan and Caesar make a joke, so you pull away and flash the middle finger at them, smiling up at your boyfriend.

He rolls his eyes at you, but no longer looks angry. He goes back to his spot and fixes his chair, taking a seat and patting his thigh, smirking up at you. Your smile grows and you walk over, making yourself comfortable in his lap. The guys groan once again and Lee playfully threatens to cut them up in their sleep as he possessively wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close. And the five of you continue on with your night, having a great time, as though Lee didn’t almost slaughter some stranger. That’s the Expendables for ya.

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[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,015

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If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @theliesmithsgifsets (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

Tags - @80s4life - @wafners-eternity-serum

"Seriously (Y/n), how the hell do you get any sleep at night?" Christmas asked before sipping his beer, the woman in question chuckled softly into her own drink. "He snores like a fucking bear." Ross added, making Gunner roll his eyes, despite the grin on his face. "Who said anything about sleeping?" Gunner mused suggestively, his hand beneath the table giving (Y/n)'s thigh a playful squeeze. "Didn't you say something about only lasting ten seconds?" Caesar taunted the Sweed, who scoffed angrily at him. "If Gunner only lasted ten seconds, then I would have time to work on my projects." (Y/n) cut in before winking to her lover. "But considering none of my projects have been touched in literal weeks, that is most definitely not the case. Seriously it's a wonder I can walk straight." (Y/n) snorted at the groans emitting from the others, and totally relishing in the smirk on Gunners face. "But to answer your question Christmas, I wear headphones to bed." Christmas and Ross both snorted in response to her words. "Otherwise I would have killed him ages ago." (Y/n) teased, before pecking Gunners pouting cheek. "I've been tempted a few times." Ross hummed before sipping his beer. "I don't snore that loud." Gunner huffed, now entirely fed up with the teasing. "You rattle the fucking walls." Caesar sassed, making everyone but (Y/n) and Gunnar laugh.

---Later at home---

"Do you really have to sleep with headphones because of me?" Gunner asked in a soft tone as he joined (Y/n) in bed. "Oh baby." (Y/n) sighed softly as she scooted closer to him, resting her head against his solid chest. "I don't wear them because of you honey, I've just always listened to music when I sleep, and I never wanted to bother you with it, so I wear my headphones." (Y/n) tilted her head up to look at him, smiling softly at the confusion in his eyes. "Why would your music ever bother me?" Gunner asked with a slight tilt of his head. "Well most people can't sleep with music playing." (Y/n) shrugged, tangling her fingers with Gunners larger ones. "Well I've slept through much worse Princess." He squeezed her hand a little. "So no headphones tonight?" He asked. "Are you sure Gun?" (Y/n) sat up to look into his eyes properly. "Yeah of course." He nodded his head. "And if your snoring starts to bother me?" (Y/n) asked playfully, snickering when Gunner rolled his eyes. "Then wake me up, so I can exhaust you to the point where you'll sleep through a hurricane." He sassed with a grin, pulling her more firmly against his body. "Oh really?" (Y/n) hummed as she turned to straddle Gunners hips. "On second thought, why don't I just exhaust you now?" Gunner mused with a grin, his eyes sparkling when (Y/n) not so subtlety grinded against him. "Maybe." She whispered with a smirk, giggling when Gunner kissed her hungrily.

*I personally have always slept with music playing, so I have to use headphones sometimes. Anyways Gunners snoring in the second movie, had me cackling all over again, and this little story blossomed from that. Hope you enjoyed! 💚

(Update : I realized I spelled his fucking name wrong again! Fuck I keep doing that! *Aggressively facepalms* Maybe one day I'll remember it's ar and not er.)

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 913

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Year posted - 2022

Tag(s) - @joikima-joestar

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"I've got a new nickname for you Gunnar." (Y/n) mused as she sat down beside him, a drink in either hand. "What's that?" Gunnar questioned while accepting the beer she offered him. "BFG." (Y/n) mused before taking a sip of her own drink. "What the hell is BFG supposed to mean?" He frowned in confusion, eyeing her with suspicion. "Big fucking gun." She explained with a massive grin. "Big fucking gun?" Gunnar still seemed a little perplexed. "You're a big fucking guy, who's name is Gunnar. Big fucking gun." (Y/n) explained further, snickering when realization dawned on him. "You're an idiot." Gunner chucked with a roll of his eyes, a smile stretched across his face as he took another drink of his beer. "Don't lie, you know you love me BFG." (Y/n) teased playfully, not entirely aware of just how much he'd grown to love her.

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Imagine # 911

Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2022

Tag(s) - @joikima-joestar

Note - (Y/nn) = Your nickname

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"Hey Lee would you mind doing me a favor?" (Y/n) asked as she sat down between him and Gunnar. "What now (Y/nn)?" Lee asked, simply side eyeing the younger woman. "Would you mind assisting with inventory check? We've got a lot of supplies, and I don't want to get stuck here for hours checking it all alone." (Y/n) explained, earning a deep sigh from Lee. "What it's not like I'm asking you to bruise my esophagus here." (Y/n) retorted in response to his sigh, her words making Gunnar spit out his beer, and Lee to look at her as if she'd grown a second head. "Fucking hell... I'm sorry it just kinda popped into my head, I'll just leave now... Probably go shoot myself after that one." (Y/n) muttered the last part as she rose to her feet, trying to rush off without letting anyone get a say in. She hadn't looked back as she barged into the bathroom, holding her head in her hands, disappointed in her brain for saying something so inappropriate. And when the door swung open without warning she nearly jumped out of her skin. Breathing a sigh of relief when Gunnar walked in, a grin on his face as always when she's around. "What now Gunnar?" (Y/n) asked with a pout on her face, knowing he was bound to add fuel to the fire. "Hey (Y/nn) no need to be hostile. I just wanted to come and offer my assistance with the inventory check tonight. I know you probably don't want to do that with Lee after what you said, so I figured I'd help you out." He held his arms out with a proud smile, his eyes glimmering with mischief. "That... Would be really nice Gunnar, thank you." (Y/n) smiled softly feeling a bit of relief. "And who knows maybe I can bruise your esophagus afterwards." He added with a chuckle, making (Y/n) huff out a disappointed sigh. "I should have seen that coming." (Y/n) rolled her eyes, despite finding his joke amusing. "Hopefully that won't be the only thing cumming." Gunnar added with a wink, laughing wholeheartedly when she swatted his chest, a scolding look upon her face. "You're such a terrible influence!" (Y/n) exclaimed with a grin, honestly loving the playful relationship they've got. "You're such a perverted old man." She taunted. "Hey I'm just offering my assistance here, you said it so clearly it's something you want." Gunnar retorted with a shrug. "I mean maybe, but that's besides the point." (Y/n) sassed with a grin. "I'm pretty sure it's the entire point (Y/nn)." He fired back as they walked out of the bathroom. "I think you're just looking for a quick way to get off." (Y/n) mused without thought, as always. "I mean maybe, but that's besides the point." He mocked with a cheeky grin, making (Y/n) snort in laughter.

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*I personally have no filter, and I get myself into awkward situations all the time, but I find it hilarious regardless.

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Prompt challenge # 3

(Gunnar Jensen X Reader)

Pictures and Gif NOT mine. (All found on Pinterest.)

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2021

Tag(s) - @joikima-joestar

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Two weeks, two whole weeks! That's how long Gunnar and (Y/n) had been flirting back and forth nonstop. Driving the rest of the team absolutely insane. And as if on queue when (Y/n) walked into the room, that predictable smirk stretched across Gunnars face, the guys that noticed rolled their eyes in annoyance. "You look sad." Gunnar called out to (Y/n), who froze in her tracks, looking at Gunnar with a confused frown. "You look like you could use a shoulder to put your legs on." He chuckled when she smiled at his comment, understanding where this was going. "You know around 14 men a year are suffocated to death, by women riding their face." (Y/n) placed her hands on her hips, sauntering over to Gunnar, tilting his head back to look into his eyes with her pointer finger. "How would you like to be one of those lucky men?" She smirked with a wink, a giggle passing her lips when he practically growled in response, taking ahold of her hips between his large hands. "Oh enough already, get a room and get it over with. We're all sick of listening to you two." Barney called out as he sat his pistol aside, unable to continue cleaning the gun while they were flirting like teens. "Well if the boss insists." (Y/n) shrugged her shoulders, before placing herself in Gunnars lap. "Let's go big guy." She cooed with a smirk, giggling with how quickly he stood up, wrapping her arms and legs securely around his body. "With pleasure." Gunnar mused with a grin, his hands holding her up by her ass. The rest of the guys laughing at the pair, happy that the two would finally stop flirting, and get over their childish foreplay. Totally obvious to the fact that just because they're finally fucking, doesn't mean they'll stop their incessant flirting.

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*I might extend this further, you know add all that good stuff! 😉