#gunner expendables

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 915

Picture NOT mine.

Year posted - 2022

Tag(s) - @joikima-joestar

Warning(s) - Age gap (?), cussing, Gunnar showing off what's his.

Note(s) - Writing this with the mindset that the reader is mid to late twenty's, so readers closer to Thorns age than Gunners.

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"You might wanna get your girl Gunner." Barney mused to his friend, pointing to the woman he was referring to. "What?" Gunner turned to see (Y/n), looking incredibly uncomfortable as the new guy, Thorn was chatting with her. Gunner stood up so fast he nearly knocked over his chair, practically fuming as he stalked over. He locked eyes with (Y/n), who seemed to relax at the sight of him. Once he reached them he was quick to place himself between Thorn and (Y/n), the muscles in his back relaxing when (Y/n)'s hands grasped his bicep. "Can I help you?" Thorn asked with sarcasm, a smirk tugging at his lips as he shot (Y/n) wink. "Yeah, you can stay the hell away from (Y/n)." Gunner warned, his hand clasping around (Y/n)'s when she laced her fingers with his. "Didn't realize she was your kid." Thorn mused, his words annoying both Gunner and (Y/n). "Watch yourself." Gunner hissed. "What, you want to dance, big guy?" Thorn hummed sarcastically, a false smile stretching across Gunners face. "Keep it up, and we will." Gunner tugged (Y/n)'s hand, walking away from Thorn. "Oh yeah." Gunner turned back to Thorn, who looked to Gunner with annoyance. "Just so you know." He then pulled (Y/n) flush against his chest, kissing her fiercely, while his large hands shamelessly groped her ass, all while her arms circled around his neck. The guys were whooping hollering, and even whistling. And when the couple pulled apart, panting for air, Gunner looked at Thorn. "I am (Y/n)'s daddy, just not the kinda daddy you were thinking." Gunner stated casually, him and the guys all booming with laughter, while (Y/n) hid her face in Gunners chest. Thorns face twisted in a scowl, which brought a genuine smile to Gunners face. Effortlessly Gunner then swept (Y/n) up into his arms, and carried her back to his original seat beside Barney. "You okay babe?" Gunner whispered softly when he sat down, placing her in his lap, brushing back the strands of hair in her face. "I am now." (Y/n) hummed before she nuzzled into his neck, placing lazy kisses along his warm flesh. "Good." He mused with a grin, one hand splayed on her back, and the other holding her thigh firmly.

[baseballbitch116]

Mine*

Warnings: Sexual intercourse, language, unprotected sex

“Can you do an NSFW post with Gunnar Jensen”

“hey its the gunner annon again i had requested these numbers for gunner jensen 187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”188: “ Mine. ””

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Gunner has been home for the night, and you are struggling to keep your hands off of him. You missed him so much while he was away for 2 weeks, you hate sleeping alone.

Now that he’s finally back, you have been horny since the moment he walked through the door. His big muscles prominent through his tight white t-shirt, his slicked by hair, his manly aura, everything about him is drawing you in.

He catches you staring at him with that look in your eye, twice already today. A smirk forms on his face as he watches you daydream, unaware that he noticed you.

“Y/N?” He calls out, catching your attention. You snap out of it and remember that you are supposed to be washing the dishes. “Yes love?” You respond, washing off the plate that you had been holding still.

He walks up behind you, his hands snaking around your waist, pulling you flesh against him. He places a light kiss behind your ear, before whispering, “I missed you,”

You squirm in your boyfriend’s grasp, your breath hinges in your throat. “I missed you too, babe.” You respond as you try to focus on the bowl you are washing. You feel his bulge against your ass and can’t help but press against it more, moving your hips left and right slightly.

His kisses linger down your neck, and your actions cause him to bite down lightly, a yelp escaping your lips. You feel the smirk on his lips against your neck, and his hands slowly wandering down your hips, toward your clothed center.

“How much did you miss me?” He mumbles against your skin, his left hand slipping beneath your jeans, inching its way toward your now very wet panties. “Damn, already? I have that much of an effect on you...” He mutters, pressing into your ass more, so that you are now pinned between him and the counter. You shut off the faucet hurriedly and move your body against his hand, trying to find some sort of friction.

Without warning, he removes his hand entirely, and spins you around, connecting his lips with your own. Your hands grab his shoulders, moving your body as close to his as you can get, passionately returning the kiss. His tough hands pick you up and place you on the counter, where he continues making out with you as he unbuttons your jeans.

You lift your ass off the counter enough so he can pull down and remove your jeans, and he quickly pulls down his own. His hard erection springs free and you can feel your excitement tingling throughout your body.

Gunner pulls you closer by your hips, roughly, in a dominant nature, and due to his height, is perfectly able to line himself up with your entrance.

He slowly pushes inside of you, drawing a loud moan erupting from you at the mixture of pain and pleasure. You dig your fingernails into his shoulderblades as he fills you up, waiting a few seconds for you to adjust before slowly pulling back out, and thrusting back in roughly.

He begins to pick up the pace, his hands wandering under your shirt, massaging your breasts, and his mouth dipping down to leave hickeys over your neck. “Mm, mine.” He growls into your neck, and you pull him closer, feeling your orgasm building. “Gunner..” You moan into his ear as his thrusts begin to get sloppy. “Shit. Shit, fuck.” He groans, and he releases into you, which causes your own climax and you cry out, holding onto him tightly.

You sit there for a moment, catching your breath, before he pulls out and replaces his jeans. He helps you down off the counter and hands you a moist towelette to clean up, kissing your forehead. “I really did miss you.” He mutters quietly, watching you in admiration.