#Gunther x reader

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🖤 Pairing: Gunther x f!Reader 🖤 Summary: Gunther and his longtime friend finally make their fantasies a reality. 🛑 Warnings: NSFW. Wall sex, semi-public, dirty talk, fingering, super minor blood, cum 18+ 🖤 Notes: Dedicated to the Gunther lovers, especially the ones who go into this not liking him and come out wondering wtf they were thinking 🤷‍♀️ 🖤 Taglist: If you’d like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By: @eboni-napalm Thank you so much for your patience and your awesome idea! Happy Birthday! 🖤 MASTERLIST

She watched on one of many TVs backstage as Damian Priest defended his title against Gunther. Some days she couldn’t believe she and Gunther were in WWE at all, on the main roster no less, but then she saw him in the ring, and she saw exactly what everybody else saw: a superstar. Of course, she’d known how special he was for years beforehand, having come up with him in NXT UK, so it was really no surprise to see him in a match competing for the World Heavyweight Championship. And her idolization had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she may or may not have had a crush on the man since the very first moment she’d laid eyes on him. It didn’t. Really.

The two gigantic men in the ring, each going pound for pound, exchanged chops, and she couldn’t avoid even the tiniest reaction every time Gunther was on the receiving end. These men, at least some of them, had to be masochists. She was a wrestler, yes, and there was hardly ever a contest that was pain-free, but she never went into it wanting to be hurt. When these men were chopped or suplexed or Pedigree’d, she swore she saw their eyes dazzle, some of them even smiled or laughed. And was she really thinking about whether or not Gunther was a fan of pain while standing amongst dozens of other people watching the same match?

She gasped along with everyone else when Priest rolled Gunther onto his back—I could just ride him right there … I bet he’d forget about losing—and laid over him for the pin. A collective hush fell over the group, however, upon witnessing Finn Bálor’s betrayal, which consequently kept Gunther in the match. Her body was absolutely thrumming during the next sequence, watching with rounded eyes as Priest tried twice to get at Finn before Gunther locked in the chokehold. She was the loudest one cheering when the Ring General was declared the winner, and the new World Heavyweight Champion. Smirking, she shook her head as Gunther snatched the golden title from the ref and held it in the air, and she could tell he was emotional, but he did well hiding it, playing the perfect heel to the perfect end to a kind of perfect night—at least for her, she hadn’t much interest in the Cody versus Solo match. 

She started to say goodbye to those around her, hugging a few, intricate handshakes with others, well wishes to everyone. She gathered her purse and suitcase-on-wheels, turned, and made it only a few steps before pausing. Gunther was exiting Gorilla position, blue Ring General jacket on—he really needs to wear the blue more often—gilded title adorning his waist, and he was headed right for her. How the hell long had it taken her to say goodbye? She looked behind her to see who he might actually be targeting, but everyone had dispersed. When she turned back around, Gunther was only a few feet from her, his eyes rising and falling over her thin tank top, pleated skirt, and Nike sneakers, and her brain was inundated with every memory she had of the Austrian, like she was dying and her entire life was flashing before her eyes. The crush she may or may not have had blossomed within her, growing somehow from the deep, dark, secret place she’d buried it long ago. Entombing these inappropriate and, she assumed, unrequited, feelings for a coworker had allowed her to function like a normal human, and not a lovesick schoolgirl.

“What do you think?” he asked, or shouted, slapping the title against his abs, and she almost, almost, averted her gaze to look, but she caught herself at the very last second. She focused on the blood spatter on his cheek and jaw.

Blood?

There was a sizzling in the ether, a hum almost, like the sound of current zooming through a power line, and she felt it in her very core. She could smell him now, the closer he came, and his scent had to be pheromonal, because her panties were suddenly soaked and her legs felt heavy. Her arms and hands were numb, so it was quite confusing for her to watch her arm rise of its own volition, hand reaching for Gunther, and she screamed for him to move or slap her hand away, but no sound came out and her lips never moved. Her hand kept lifting until it came in contact with a spot of blood on his chiseled jawline, and now she had sensation in her fingertips, but still no control.

“Are you okay?” she asked, absolutely no recollection of planning to say anything at all.

“You’re worried about me,” he said loudly, grinning, boasting his sexy accent. Those goddamn dimples sank into his cheeks, and his smile, even when he was being evil on the microphone, was genuine and happy, and wait just a damn minute …

Her lips pursed. “Congratulations,” she deadpanned, finally in control of her hand, which she pulled from his face. She glanced at the vermillion liquid on her thumb before idly smearing it on her light-colored tank top, treating it like any other unwanted substance. She looked back up at him, his usually bright, sparkling eyes now a blazing inferno and zeroed in on the stain on her shirt just below her breasts. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

She spun on her heels, twirled her suitcase on its wheels, and she started off in the opposite direction. He might have been just teasing, and that was the most likely scenario, but that didn’t make her feel any less embarrassed. She’d shown genuine concern for him, and he’d cracked a joke about her being worried? It didn’t matter that he was correct—he didn’t have to be a dick about it. 

Unfortunately for her, she had no idea where the exit was in this direction, and she couldn’t very well ask someone while on her angry walk-away, so she stuck her chin in the air and continued on, confidently taking a turn down the next hallway. Her pace slowed then. This concourse was dark save for the light from the corridor that T’d at the end. And she didn’t see an exit sign. 

“Shit,” she whispered. 

A barely audible thud sounded behind her, and she spun around, releasing the handle of her suitcase, instantly hoping for an employee or maybe someone who was also lost. He was mostly a silhouette, but she knew exactly who it was—she was familiar with his size and the haircut and even his squared shoulders under the Ring General jacket—but for a new reason. His scent. It was the sour aroma of sweat, the copper tinge of blood, and tiny remnants of whatever body wash he’d used recently. She inhaled as much as she could, inflating her lungs until they nearly burst, packing them full of her new favorite flavor, and she felt a little dizzy. The man was a goddamn vape pen.

She attempted to recover, “I think I made a wrong—” 

Gunther wrapped a long, strong arm around her middle and lifted her in the air with maybe a little too much vigor—she saw the top of his head for the first time in real life before gravity snatched her and yanked her back to earth. Gunther’s arm tightened around her, halting her progress, crushing their chests together, and she intuitively wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt the outline of the World Heavyweight Championship title belt between her legs and underneath the surprisingly soft fabric of the blue jacket. She clutched at the lapels to steady herself upon landing back in his arm—because it had been so fucking easy for him to nearly launch her into space and catch her with only one damn arm.

Their eyes met, and their noses were brushing, and they were passing oxygen back and forth between them. She’d never been this close to him before, not like this, and his scent was much stronger now. Fuck, she’d waited so long for this, but here? Now? His body was firm, muscles dense, and for some reason, this Austrian Adonis was wholly enchanted by her. So yes—here. Now.

“Gunther—” she whispered, having no idea where this sentence would end up.

“You didn’t answer me,” he cut her off. She blinked at him. “I asked you what you think.” Sometimes his THs came out as Fs and it was the most endearing quirk in the world. He nodded at the title, nestled in the comforting embrace of his jacket and her thighs, and they both cast their eyes downward. She swallowed, looking at her skirt, remembered she was wearing a skirt, and also the opulent title that was only a few inches from an aching, soaking pussy.

“I’m happy for you,” she whispered, hands still fisted in his jacket.

“No,” he growled, kicking her suitcase out of his way with a blue boot. Her grip tightened and her thighs clenched as he pressed her against the nearest wall, his free hand cupping the back of her head as a shield. “I’m only gonna ask you … one more time,” he said, his eyes burning a hole through her very soul, and his hand came out from behind her to hold his finger up. “You think I don’t see the way you look at me?” he tilted his head. She gulped down absolutely nothing, and the hallway was so quiet that the action was actually audible. “So no lying,” he advised, eyebrows lifting. His face closed the space between them, and she couldn’t regulate her breathing as it came out in hot puffs of desperation. “What … do you think?”

Boy, was she done thinking. “Well …” she trailed off, fingers releasing the lapels of his jacket so she could flatten her palms on his chest. She licked her lips, massaging the hard planes of his pecs, and she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. His eyes darted down to watch. “I think you look like a fucking champion,” she murmured. If he wanted to play a game … let’s play a game. Her thighs tightened as she locked her ankles behind him, spine straightening. Her hand slithered up his neck to his incredible jaw where she gently clutched his chin between her forefinger and thumb so she could turn his face slightly away from her, freeing the route to his ear. Smirking, she pressed her lips to his lobe, and his arm still around her middle tensed. “And I think you look like a champion I’d like to fuck,” she purred, puncuating her statement by biting the lobe and sucking it into her searing mouth.

Gunther leaned back, stealing his ear from her, and he then pressed their foreheads together. “Yeah?” he taunted. She nodded, their noses grazing. “You wanna fuck the champion?”

“For so long,” she sighed, practically clawing at the jacket. She glanced down, their faces mashed together, a memory slapping her in the brain. She opened the garment and raked her nails down his bare chest, over the marks of Damian’s chops, and it wasn’t the hardest she could go, but his groan was primal, and she knew the pressure was just right. “You should know,” she went on, “if you’ve been watching me like you say you have.”

“Oh, I’ve been watching,” Gunther assured her. His hands were under her arms and he pressed her into the wall, locking eyes with her before he released his grip on her. She kept her shoulder blades and arms flat against the wall, back straight, legs nice and tight around Gunther’s waist, and she was perfectly stable without his assistance. He leaned back, and this new position presented him with the chance to leer at her, gaze inspecting every inch of her, and he leisurely began to lift her shirt. His brows rose and his mouth opened when he came to a barely-there built-in bra. “Look at you,” he said. “You don’t even bother, do you?” 

She regarded him with a wicked smirk, half his face a shadow, and she couldn’t fight the urge to roll her hips against him. The title didn’t feel particularly good when pressed to her pussy, but the thought of humping it, covering it with her juices, was something she never thought would turn her on. “Maybe I hoped you would be looking,” she whispered. He slid the bra, which was basically just thin fabric and elastic, torturously slowly up over her breasts where it stayed, and his eyes met hers once more.

“This is what you want?” he asked, though it sounded more like a statement. She nodded, lost in his murky eyes. “Say it,” he commanded, and there was no mistaking that tone.

She gripped his shoulders and pulled herself against him, her newly exposed nipples making contact with his jacket and his smooth chest. “I want you to fuck me, Gunther,” she told him, lips massaging his thin ones. Her eyes passed back and forth between his, and she knew he needed something else, just a little bit more. “Think you can handle that?”

He smashed her between himself and the wall, his lips finally covering hers, and the desperate moans from both their throats would have been embarrassing for them had anyone else heard them. Her hand on the back of his shaved head was an interesting level of eroticism, and he must have agreed, if his tongue in her mouth was any indication. She felt him unstrap the belt, and he returned one arm around her so he could lift her off the front of it, then he dropped it to the floor. Never once did his lips leave hers or even stop moving.

He repositioned her lower on his body this time, throwing his jacket around her legs, and she gasped, grip sliding from his shoulders back to the lapels as he ground his impressive manhood on her soaking panties. His hand slithered along her thigh, finger dipping under the side of the garment, which he then lifted away from her throbbing pussy. Her eyes were slits as his thumb slid along her dripping folds, relentlessly teasing her before it finally sank within and began massaging the slippery nub. His straining cock was still pressed against her, and if he didn’t fuck her now, she knew for sure they’d be caught. People were still passing by the end of the hallway they’d come from. Had anyone seen them enter? Had anyone seen them not leave?

“Please,” she whispered, not sure how long she would survive without his cock inside her.

“That’s what I wanna hear,” he mumbled, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. Her back arched and she slammed her hips into his thumb. “You wanna fuck the champion, you have to beg the champion.”

“Please,” she repeated, and somewhere along the way she’d lost the upper hand. Or … had she ever really had it?

“Please what?” he pressed. “Hmm?” He was on her neck now, all teeth and tongue and lips, and her eyes rolled back. 

“Please fuck me,” she begged, hand cradling his neck. “Please?”

“Fuck,” Gunther whispered. 

There was brief movement, and suddenly, the thick head of his dick poked at her hole, and she cried out. Gunther was quick to cover her mouth with his hand, holding it there as his other hand gripped her hip, supporting her weight and sinking her down onto his cock. She continued to squeal, muffled by his hand, until he was buried to the hilt inside her, and then she was breathing in and out quickly through her nostrils. She rolled her hips, sucking him deeper, and she groaned this time. As he started to slowly fuck her, she reached up to squeeze his meaty forearm, opposite hand fisting in his jacket again. He picked up speed, rocking her body up and down on the wall, and she couldn’t believe any of this was happening. Was she dreaming? That’d be cruel.

“You’re taking me so well,” Gunther praised, and she whined, squirming in his embrace. “This pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it?” 

She nodded, a stifled yes caged in her throat. She wouldn't argue the point even if she could. Her pussy was full, fuller than it ever had been, wetter, and she felt her orgasm building, but that couldn’t be right because no man had ever made her cum simply by penetration alone. Her entire being was vibrating with the quickness of Gunther’s pumps, still grasping his forearm and jacket, holding on for dear life and that ever elusive orgasm-that-she-wasn’t-responsible-for.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbled into her ear. She almost wilted in his possession, but if her body slacked even a little bit, Gunther’s cock would never again find that spot inside her. 

“Please,” she begged. “Please … I’m gonna cum.”

“All over my cock, dirty girl,” he panted. Had someone else called her a dirty girl, she might have laughed at them, but with Gunther’s accent and his tone and just the fucking breathlessness loaded her orgasm from 28% to 99%. “So your pussy will get even tighter,” he went on, “so you can make the champion cum.”

She screamed, a literal scream, and Gunther squeezed her mouth. She did exactly as she was told, clenching around his dick as she came for the first time by a dick, body shuddering while she rode the waves of ecstasy. She was able to experience most of it before Gunther grunted, pulling out with a nasty pop, and he set her carefully back on her feet.

“Down on your knees, dirty girl,” he said, his hand lifting from her mouth. 

She licked her lips, tasting him, and she slowly descended to her knees, which she had to spread to avoid putting any weight on the belt Gunther had discarded earlier, hands sliding down his chest and abs as she went. He jerked his glistening cock over her face, leering at her, and she grasped his thighs. Every instinct told her to stick her tongue out, and what kind of human would she be if she didn’t follow her instincts? He placed his hand on the top of her head seconds before he launched cum on her tongue and across her face, rope after rope, and it was salty and warm and her new new favorite flavor. She couldn’t read the expression on his face anymore as he used his thumb to slide all the cum from her skin into her mouth. She happily accepted all of it, sucking his thumb and cock clean for good measure. When he finished, he tucked himself back into his trunks and held his hand out. She almost placed her hand in it. Almost. At the last second, she reached between her knees for the belt and held it up for him. His chest puffed out as he accepted it from her, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when he held his other hand out for her.

“We should do that again,” Gunther said.

She grinned, her cheeks getting hot, and she pulled her top back down. “Call me when you win another championship,” she winked.

[void-detective]

Earned Place 💰

[[GIF NOT MINE! ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY CAFEKITSUNES]]

Author note: This is a request made by @eboni-napalm that continues as part to my Gunther series, check the other two parts here. My requests are currently open as of now 🖊️ Final part for the Gunther series as of right now! Sorry about lack of proof editing btw 🖤

Word count: 2,646

Warning: praise kink, 18+, sex, gentle sex, two way(?), and face fucking

Summary: After Gunther's king of the ring win the reader seeks a way to prove their spot within the Imperium. After winning the tournament the reader gets greeted by more than they had bargained for.

May 25, 2024 - Women's Queen of the Ring finals

After your previous encounters with Imperium you had sought out a way to prove you deserved a spot within the tag team. And what better way to do it then win the Queen of the Ring tournament just like how Gunther had won against Orton. It only seemed fair that you proved you could hold your own like Kaiser, believing you needed to earn your spot in their team.

So you worked your ass off towards the finals of the Queen of the Ring and ended up in one last match against Lyra who was an upcoming star like yourself but you had more to prove compared to her.

This was for Imperium.

You staggered backstage panting and skin glistening backstage as you smiled, feeling the adrenaline finally ebb away as you wiped down your face. You felt relieved with your win and secretly hoped it was possible that Gunther had seen how hard you worked to get the win on Lyra. You were still sore but felt happy with the results of your win as you brushed damp strands of your hair back with a satisfied look.

So you made it through backstage quietly walking down the corridor a bit lost in thought as you went with a small sigh letting the tension finally ease out your body. It felt nice to actually win a big match for once in your career and even more to prove you could hold your own as a singles competitor outside of NXT and the indies.

You were still buzzing from the match as you moved past other superstars till you made it towards the locker room. You exhaled a nervous breath and pushed open the door to the locker room. You peered around as you stepped further in being greeted by the ever smug and annoyed expression of Kaiser standing of course in the way of where Gunther was.

“Can I help you?” Ludwig narrowed his eyes as he folded his arms behind his back with a small frown, assessing you with a scrutinizing gaze. His brows drawn down in that glare and a bit of a sneer pulling at his lips as he stared you down.

You let out an exasperated huff and looked around the locker room for the General before you glanced back towards Ludwig. “Are you ever going to like me?” You questioned with a quirked brow giving him a half amused yet tired stare.

“Probably not.” Ludwig shrugged and chuckled in amusement at your frustration as he waved a hand. “I just believe he deserves better.” He muttered with a scoff and stepped out your way with his eyes narrowed and a bitter scowl present on his features.

You ignored his comment with a roll of your eyes as you moved further into the locker room with a sigh. You stopped coming across Gunther lounged on one of the couches with that nice navy suit that he wore when he wasn't scheduled to fight. You smiled shyly as you stepped towards him and he sat up straight to meet you with a friendly look.

“You did good y/n, always impressive.” Gunther chuckled warmly and smiled as he observed you carefully with a intrigued look. “You did well on your promise to earn your spot as a member and lucky for you, we have an opening.” The offering felt like the biggest luck and like your wish had been granted but you secretly felt bad for Giovanni who had been kicked out of Imperium not too long ago by Ludwig. It made sense because of the fact that he wasn't used much unlike Kaiser but it still stung regardless.

“Thank you, your praise means a lot to me.” You smiled warmly looking fond as you brushed your hair out your face. “Although I don't know if Ludwig will ever like me.” You added jokingly as you peered over towards Kaiser who was still standing nearby, listening in as always.

Gunther cracked a genuine laugh and patted his chest with a smile as he turned his gaze towards his tag team partner. “Ah well, he'll warm up eventually..if not I'll chop him for you.” He hummed back in a playful way but still in a serious tone that had the other man tense a bit noticeably.

Ludwig held his hands up in a placating gesture and chuckled as he looked off to the side as he cleared his throat. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself at the gesture and the way he looked at the response but you couldn't blame him either. Being on the receiving end of one of Gunther's chops sounded less than ideal.

“Anyway y/n, I had an idea to reward your hard work but I need to know if you're comfortable with..Ludwig too. If he gets out of hand I will straighten him out for you.” Gunther patted his lap leaning forward with his hands on his knees trying to ensure you saw he was serious as he gazed up at you intently.

“You mean like..as in sex?” You questioned as you scratched your cheek turning to gaze at the younger man with curiosity, feeling your cheeks warm up in embarrassment. Your heart beginning to race in your chest are the implications like it was the most dirty thing to do.

“No he means in the ring.” Kaiser muttered with an amused snort as he raised a brow in amusement over the situation. His lips turned up into a wide smirk as he eyed you in an almost condescending way. God you wanted to smack him.

The thought made your head reel but it wasn't an unsavory idea now that you thought about it. You weren't into Kaiser like you were Gunther but if it meant getting even more good favor within the group, you were in for it. Plus maybe he'd stop being such a dick about all of it.

“I'm good with it.” You whispered back fiddling with your ring gear as you smiled over at Gunther with a nod of reassurance. It made you feel a lot better knowing how considerate he could be even now in these situations.

Gunther nodded his head in approval and leaned back on the couch looking up at you with an appraising gaze almost like a proud mentor. “Well go ahead I'll let you choose whatever you want.” He chuckled, the Austrian accent still ever prominent and you couldn't help but internally melt.

You let out a small breath feeling your nerves rack but with his permission you told a lot more at ease as you walked toward him. You watched him relax and give you another nod before you slipped onto his lap, gently straddling him as you looked up at him with your thighs on each side of his legs as you looked up at him. You felt his hands slide up your thighs and stay there which you didn't mind anyway.

As you adjusted getting used to sitting on his lap you could just feel the warmth and difference in your sizes. He was a big guy in general with everything and you could never not marvel at it all. You knew a lot of the women in the locker room didn't find him attractive but to you he was and not just in looks but the style and passion for the business.

You hesitated and felt him gently squeeze your thighs in response, almost trying to silently soothe you and tell you it was okay. You took another deep breath through your nose and moved a hand over his arm and onto his shoulder. Your other free hand moving up to gently caress his face like he was fragile even though it would take a lot to even dent him at all. You saw the glimmer of amusement in those green eyes as he raised a brow in question at your gentle handling of him.

“..Sorry, uh just admiring.” You cleared your throat and felt your blush burn toward the tips on your ears in response and felt your heart flutter at the soft chuckle that left him.

“Really? You're an odd one y/n, I don't have many women say they're trying to admire me.” The Austrian mused with a shake of his head but didn't deter your touches, only looking amused by them.

Contemplating your next moves you leaned your head forward peering at him uncertainty before mentally saying ‘fuck it' and closed the distance between you both. You kissed him gently and sighed, relaxing as he reciprocated the kiss and you moved the hand to his shoulder.

Eventually you parted and avoided his gaze as you rubbed your neck looking down as you shifted in his lap. You had an idea for what you wanted so you shifted and rocked your hips forward against the erection you could feel hardening against your thigh. “This okay?” You whispered a bit breathless as squeezed his shoulders, getting a hum in response.

You lifted yourself up and helped undo the belt carefully with his help pulling the pants down enough so they wouldn't get stained. You shifted and felt your breathing hitch as he helped pull down your ring gear to help get better access. As you shifted he guided you to lean back a bit and ran his hand over your side gently.

“I'm going to have to prep you, I don't have any condoms on me either. Plus I need to ensure you stay quiet so..” He gently laid you down on the couch, shifting to lean over you as he ran his fingers over your folds gently. He chuckled feeling you shiver and whimper under him before he nodded to Ludwig who had been patiently waiting at the sidelines for que.

Kaiser smirked in amusement and dark enjoyment as he stepped forward as he pulled down his wrestling trunks. He coaxed you to look over by turning your head towards his now freed cock and stepped towards you. “I hope you remember last time.” He mused with a smirk as he guided you to take him slowly.

In time with Kaiser's thrusts you could feel Gunther's thick fingers scissoring the inside of your entrance as you whimpered around Ludwig. The feeling on both ends was overwhelming even as you trembled beneath both men who were assaulting your senses on each end.

“Breath princess, you're doing very good.” Gunther pulled his fingers free from you and he gently stroked your thigh as he watched Ludwig thrust into your mouth. One of his hands soothing your trembling thigh while his partner worked towards his release. “That's a good girl.” He whispered to you and rubbed the soft skin of your inner thigh.

You trembled, breathing through your nose as you hollowed your cheeks and gently reached to hold Ludwig's hip as the man steadied his ever shuttering thrusts. You felt his movement getting erratic as he grunted above you before grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing deep with a low groan. You internally grimaced as the salty taste went down your throat and grunted around him as you tapped his hip.

Ludwig pulled back from you and ruffled your hair with a chuckle as he stepped back. “She's all yours, Gunther.” He wiped himself clean and tucked himself back in his trunks as he turned walking across the locker room.

You coughed lightly and made a face as you huffed watching the other man leave with a small huff of breath. Your breathing slowly coming back to normal as you turned your gaze back towards the larger man above you.

The General smiled at you and brushed your hair out your face as he looked down at you from above. “Are you sure this is what you want, y/n?” He whispered and ran his thumb over your cheek in a gesture that was almost too sweet. Everything about him was so tough and dominant but it seemed he was showing you a softer side of himself.

As you nodded in confirmation and gently spread your legs, you could see him relax and his eyes flick up to your face as he moved over on top of you. One hand braced over the arm of the couch and the other soothing your side and coming down to rub your hip as if steading your nerves.

You breathed shaky and shifted, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other on his side, guiding him closer. You bit your bottom lip as you wrapped your legs around his waist and used your free hand to free his cock from the confines of his boxers. You felt his grip tighten on your hip as he lifted your body up towards him a bit and he positioned himself between your legs.

“Ready? I need you to breathe and tell me if you need me to stop okay? Alright..” The Austrian murmured gently soothing a hand over your stomach as he guided the tip into your entrance. “Easy love, easy..I got you.” He whispered, feeling you tense and whimper under him as he slowly pushed more of himself into you. “There, you're doing so good for me hm?” He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your jaw before he moved the hand off your hip to cover your mouth. “Tap me if you want me to stop okay? I can't risk being heard.”

You felt your heart racing in your chest both from anticipation and excitement as you slowly nodded in agreement to his words. You let yourself relax beneath him and jolted at the first experimental thrust he gave which made you feel just how much he filled you up. You trembled and exhaled through your nose as he set a steady yet gentle pace so you could adjust to the foreign sensation. The burning and discomfort slowly gave way to pleasure like sensation lightening your senses on fire.

Upon feeling you begin to relax and hear your soft muffled sounds against his hands he had begun to move a bit faster and with more force. The movements made you shake and jolt beneath him and you braced yourself by holding his shoulders as his hand clamped over your mouth more. He grunted softly with the effort and watched your reactions carefully for any signs of discomfort as you tilted your head back and arched your back into his movements.

It didn't take long for you to feel the familiar pooling in your stomach and increasing heat that was building towards your release. You trembled upon the intense feeling as you gasped softly against his hand and tightened your grip on his shoulder to try and anchor yourself as your mind began to blank.

“That's a good girl.” Gunther growled in your ear and thrusted deep making you lightly scratch his shoulder and tense up. “Let go for me.” He whispered and kissed your neck, keeping a hand over your mouth as he used the free one to rub the sensitive bud which sent you right over the edge. He grunted and scrunched his nose as you clamped around him as you moaned against his hand.

As your release slowly died down you could feel him pull out and rub your thigh. You watched as he sat back slightly and pumped himself a few times before he came with a low growl and panted softly. God you loved being underneath him. Even now boneless and spent you could feel your attraction and love for the man only increasing.

“You did so good for me, my queen.” He whispered and cupped your cheek giving you a soft kiss before he pulled back to watch you with a soft look. “You earned your spot.”

[wwereaderinserts]

Hi there- sending in a request! (thanks for answering my DM questions so I could make sure this was okay btw!)

Could I have something with Gunther and an AFAB!reader? I have this plot idea where they've known (or at least have known of) each other since before they were signed to WWE, but they never really spoke to one another before, but then reader gets signed to the main roster from NXT during the most recent draft and they slowly start to interact with each other more, until one day the romantic and sexual tension between them just reaches a boiling point and it goes into smut territory? Thank you so much! ❤️

You're very welcome, I appreciated you making sure and asking things beforehand too!! I know I've already said it like twice but I really do hope I've done this justice for you❤️

Title: Boiling Point Pairing: Gunther x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 2,024 Warnings: Smut, swears

You’ve not long made it back to your dressing room after your victory earlier tonight when a polite knock on the door postpones your post-match shower. You hesitate for a moment, your brain working overtime while you try to figure out who your visitor could possibly be.

I don’t see it being one of the other girls, you think to yourself, I’ve already seen them when I made it backsta-...oh.

You interrupt your own thought process while you’re in the midst of swinging your dressing room door open, realisation dawning on you a mere split second before you come face to face with the only other person you suspect will be standing right there with a friendly smile on his face to greet you.

Gunther.

When it fully registers that he’s standing right in front of you, waiting for you to say something, you’re quick enough to replace your look of fleeting surprise at his appearance with a soft smile. You try very best to play things cool with him exactly like you have been over the course of the past few months, but you know your attempt is falling flat on its face.

Though you’ve known of each other for a few years through other promotions and circuits, you’ve never actually gotten the chance to speak to each other properly until you both found your way to WWE. Ever since your very recent main roster callup, you’ve had more and more of a reason to speak to him in passing, and you two had clicked and grown acquainted rather quickly, much to both your respective surprises.

But as days, weeks, and months have gone by as you two have spoken to and gotten to know each other more, the tension in the air when you two are around each other has been palpable. The chemistry is undeniable, and you personally don’t think you can hide the fact that there’s definitely something brewing between you both, even if neither of you have made that leap for anything more than friendship quite yet.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

Gunther drags you out of your own thoughts, and you quickly shake your head and wave a dismissive hand at the very notion. In truth, you were just about to take a shower, but since he’s turned up with intent of clearly catching you privately, you’re willing to grant him the time of day.

“No, no! Not at all,” you reassure, lingering in the doorway, “Uh…is everything okay? I wasn’t expecting you to stop by is all-”

You pull yourself away from your doorway and make the decision to stand to one side, allowing him the space to step in if he wishes to. When he notices you’re silently giving him permission, Gunther steps in and nudges the door shut behind him before he turns to face you.

“Everything is fine. I wanted to speak with you about something, that’s all.” he looks you in the eye, “About us, actually. I think you already have some kind of idea on what that means, no?”

Gunther shoots you an expectant look, and you shift under his gaze. You feel a flush begin creeping its way up your neck at the implication. You’re almost certain you know exactly what he’s hinting at, but you’re reluctant to jump the gun in case you have it all wrong. Instead, you feign innocence, crossing your arms and softly shaking your head.

“No, I…I have no idea what you mean, actually-”

“Oh, I think you do. And it’s been building up for months now, hasn’t it? All that tension, the pent-up energy.” he interrupts you, chuckling softly before leaning in closer to you, “I think it’s about time we did something about it, don’t you?”

You swallow thickly at his words, your eyes meeting his while he stands before you. He doesn’t move another inch, studying you to gauge whether you’ll take the initiative and make the first move.

When you show no signs of retreating, Gunther takes it upon himself to make the move, pulling you in for a hungry kiss. Passion begins to bleed through in the kiss, your mouths crashing together in a fusion of lust and unspoken desire which now ultimately comes to a head.

“Think it goes without saying,” you pull back from the kiss for a moment, breathless, “I agree, it’s about damn time-”

Gunther responds with another searing kiss, backing you into the surface of your dressing room door with a soft thud. You grope at each other’s bodies in what borders on desperation, your fingers tugging up the hem of his shirt while he toys with your gear as he determines exactly how to get you out of it.

Withdrawing for only a moment to tug his shirt over his head, Gunther delves back in once you’ve roughly unlaced the top half of your gear and slipped right out of it to save him the grief of figuring it out, as well as speeding things along a bit.

“Eager, are we?”

Gunther taunts you with a smirk, and you mirror his expression while playfully rolling your eyes at him. With newfound confidence, you hook your fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and tug him towards you, and you don’t miss the fleeting flicker of surprise replacing his smirk for a split second.

“Oh, very,” you concur, slipping a hand between you both to palm his hardening cock through his jeans, “That’s not a problem, is it?”

You lower your voice to a purr, a triumphant grin on your face when you earn a soft grunt from him over the gesture. Gunther shakes his head and pulls his lower lip between his teeth, letting his eyes flutter shut at the contact as your movements grow firmer.

“Didn’t think so.”

You take that as your answer, but you leave him hanging after a moment while you slip away from your place between him and your dressing room door to pace your way over to the couch in the corner of the dressing room instead.

Gunther’s eyes snap open when you put everything on pause and leave him standing there, and he whirls around to face you. He’s about to call you a tease, but he stops himself when he sees you perched on the arm of the couch, unlacing your boots as fast as your deft fingers will allow you to. You manage to loosen one boot up enough to forcefully pull it off, and before you can take on the task of removing the other yourself, you gain a pair of eager, helping hands.

“Here,” Gunther kneels down before you and aids you in unlacing your boot, “I don’t think I can wait much longer to have you.”

Hungry eyes flick upwards to meet yours, and what feels like within mere seconds, he’s loosened it off enough to pull it down and haphazardly toss it to one side. He nudges you onto the seat of the couch, hands resting on the back of the couch to box you in while he dives back in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

You groan softly into the kiss, sinking back into the couch cushions while you part your legs for him, wrapping them around his waist to draw him in closer. Gunther takes the hint, shuffling closer and sinking his knees into the edge of the couch as he brings himself closer to you, and he grinds into you, the layers of clothing being the only thing separating you both from what you truly desire.

“Fuck, just do it already,” you breathe out, untangling your legs from around his waist to shift your hips upward, “Put us both out of our misery.”

You fight to tug your shorts and underwear down, flicking them off to one side when they reach your ankles to leave yourself bare, exposing your slick folds to him in an offer he most definitely won’t be refusing.

Gunther stands back up to his full height while he fumbles with his belt, yanking the leather through his belt loops before he unfastens his jeans and lets them drop down to his ankles with a clunk. His boxers follow suit a few seconds later, slipping down his thighs and freeing his cock, now standing at full attention.

Not wasting another second, Gunther closes the distance between you both, rubbing the head of his cock along your folds before he lines himself up with your entrance, intentionally catching your clit once or twice in the process while you bend your legs and raise your thighs up to meet your shoulders.

You gasp, quickly being muffled by him slamming his lips against yours when he slowly slips his way inside you with a low groan. He barely gives you time to adjust to the size of him before he snaps his hips forward, burying himself hilt-deep inside you and eliciting a soft moan out of you.

“What, like that?”

Gunther chuckles lowly, already knowing the answer. You’re boxed in beneath him, practically folded in half as he sets a punishing rhythm, your nails sinking into his shoulders and your pleas for more from him only aiding in spurring him on further.

He angles his hips slightly, and it’s just enough to repeatedly hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars and has your toes curling. You involuntarily clench around him, your walls fluttering around his girth as your moans increase in pitch and frequency as a result of the now brutal pace he’s set.

“Just like that, holy shit-”

You whine, and Gunther leans forward to steal your lips in a bruising kiss, greedily swallowing every moan and whimper of yours that follows. His tongue invades your mouth, dancing dominantly with yours as he continues to slam into you without abandon.

Gunther grunts with exertion, feeling himself beginning to gradually lose control. His thrusts become erratic, his movement jerky as he chases his high. When you purposefully clench around him this time, you draw a moan out of him that makes your stomach flip.

“You look so beautiful like this…under me,” he pants, his forehead pressed against yours, “Taking me so well, you feel incredible…better than I could’ve imagined, shit…”

The praise earns a whimper from you, and your eyes roll back in ecstasy when you slip a hand between you both to rub small, swift circles on your clit in a desperate attempt to send yourself over the edge.

Gunther increases his speed, his hips now relentlessly snapping forward as he chases release. With a final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and spills himself deep within you without so much as a pre-warning, his moans of ecstasy muffled when he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, I’m so close!” you cry out, your ministrations increasing, “So close, fuck-”

You cut yourself off with a sharp whine, your walls fluttering and convulsing around his cock, squeezing him deliciously as you finally hit your peak. Your legs quiver and you screw your eyes shut while you ride out your orgasm, your jaw hanging slack as pleasure completely overwhelms you.

Gunther collapses atop you, careful not to rest too heavily against you. His chest heaves, and he remains still inside you while he peppers your jawline with kisses before his lips find yours once more.

“That…that was…” he pauses if only to find the best words to describe your encounter before he settles on, “Like nothing else I’ve ever felt.”

You chuckle breathlessly with a nod, quietly groaning at the feeling of being empty when he finally pulls out of you. Eventually, he rolls off to the side, sitting beside you on the sofa to separate you both and allow you the space to stretch your still-quivering legs out.

“Mhm, you could say that again,” you agree with him, turning your head to the side to shoot him a knowing glance as the pair of you are savouring the blissful afterglow, “And something’s telling me it won’t be the first and last time this happens, either...”

[the-and-sign-anon]

Loose Captain Protocol

ISWM Captain! Reader x Gunther Gunnerson (can be read as platonic or romantic)

Word count: 1,636

Masterlist

Most of the crew didn’t remember a thing about the wormhole and the alternate universes. Mark knew quite a bit, but even the other crew leads could think of little more than vague snippets of arguments and explosions. You figured it was better that way, so you kept all the gory details to yourself and for the most part, that worked for you. 

One glaring problem with your plan to bury it all deep in your mind forever was a new habit of yours. You had begun to sleepwalk. Most nights it was just a few minutes spent wandering the halls or even just pacing your personal quarters. Unfortunately, your luck was bound to run out eventually. 

Gunther was dragged from his sleep one night by an alarm. At first, he thought it might have been ship wide, calling for a fight of some kind. It took a few seconds to realize that wasn’t the case. 

“Computer, what’s goin’ on?”

“The Captain requires your assistance in ADS.”

“What for?” 

Gunther stuffed his feet into his boots and shrugged on a jacket. The ship had been colder the last few weeks, which he supposed was at your request. It prevented him from sticking to his sleeveless hoodie, but it wasn’t too much of a bother. 

“The Captain requires your assistance in ADS.”

The trigger happy crew lead rolled his eyes and slapped his hand over the scanner to leave his quarters. It was a short trip to the main ADS control room past dim halls and quiet doors. When Gunther pressed the scanner there to enter, he immediately caught the sound of mumbling. 

You stood at the control panel with one of the droids stationed beside you. Your helmet, which you almost never left behind, was nowhere in sight. Your sleeping coveralls were rumpled and your hair was a mess. He could see the way your shoulders tensed as you pressed different buttons and scanned through all the security protocols. 

“Cap’n?”

You made no move to acknowledge him. He came up to your side and finally caught what you were saying. 

“...fix the ADS… then cryo gets a leak… fix the reactor… Event Horizon…”

He slowly raised a hand to rest it on your shoulder, but the Computer spoke up over the intercom again. 

“I was instructed to keep this quiet, but there’s little I can do to prevent the Captain from changing or activating protocols manually.”

“Computer, what’s happenin’ to the Captain?”

“They are sleepwalking, Mr. Gunnerson.”

“Does this happen often?”

“...”

“Computer?”

He glared up at the ceiling as you continued pressing keys on the display.

“Semi-regularly. As I said, I was directed to keep it quiet. But I felt this presented some risk and it is within my protocols to alert crew to danger that could fall under their responsibilities.”

Gunther rolled his eyes at the AI’s reasoning and let his hand fall to your shoulder. He’d heard once that it could be a bad idea to wake up someone when they were sleepwalking, but maybe it wouldn’t have to come to that. 

“Cap’n.”

You let out a tiny little hum of acknowledgement, though he was sure you didn’t actually know he was there. 

“It’s late. There aren’t any asteroids to shoot down. You should get some sleep.”

You didn’t respond, so he reached out with his other hand and turned you around by the shoulders. You barely fought to turn back before letting him take the lead. 

“I’ve got an eye on the ADS and all the other leads are watching everything else. Let's just get to your quarters.”

Gunther moved carefully, keeping a slow pace as you stared blankly ahead. He glanced down and noticed your fuzzy socks, hoping you wouldn’t end up stepping on anything that could hurt you. 

It took a few minutes to wander back to your room since Gunther was in no mood to follow the Computer’s directions, then he tried to open your door.

“Access denied.”

He put his hand on the scanner again and received the same response.

“Access denied.”

“Computer, cut it out and just-”

“Only the Captain has access to their personal quarters.”

He sighed in irritation and gently took your hand. You kept curling it into a loose fist, so he had to use both hands to straighten it out and press it to the scanner. Once the door slid open with a soft whoosh he gestured for you to go in. You just started to turn back to go down the hall again and he wrapped an arm around your waist. 

“C’mon, Cap. It’s time to get some rest.”

Gunther had to admit, he felt a tiny bit awkward going into your personal quarters. He’d never been in anyone’s but his own and you hadn’t exactly given him permission to be here.

Despite his better judgment, he allowed his eyes to scan over the space. Somewhat surprisingly, your room wasn’t much bigger than his. In his time in space, he’d known leaders to give themselves a luxurious room while lower ranked individuals were practically packed in like sardines. But you weren’t just any leader. 

You had a few art pieces hung up on the walls; actual physical art, not just digital images. You had a pair of slippers at the foot of your bed while your heavy boots were resting in front of your small closet. There was a desk with both a computer and a tablet, which you had a bad habit of leaving places. 

Your bed looked practically unused. The pillows were as plush as if they’d never been touched and the blankets were wrinkled, pulling toward the side of the bed as if you only ever settled on the edge to sit for a moment. Your helmet was resting on the bed just in front of the pillows on the same side. 

“Cap, how often do you actually sleep?”

You were still staring ahead, but your eyes seemed drawn to a small reinforced window beside your desk. Mark had learned his lesson when it came to windows on a spaceship, but he took great care to give you a safe view of the stars you so loved. 

“Captain. I know I should probably leave ya alone, but I can’t.”

He sat you down on the bed and gently ran his hands down your arms until your hands rested in his. He was kneeling in front of you on the cold steel floor as your eyes slowly closed. 

“...fix ADS… fix cryo… fix the reactor…”

“Captain.”

“I can fix it from the outside…”

His brow furrowed in thought. As far as he knew, there wasn’t a cable in the airlock to allow for outside repairs. If you tried to fix anything from outside, if you opened the airlock…

Before he had a moment to consider that it might be a bad idea, Gunther was pulling you into his arms and holding you tight. Your shoulders tensed at first, then relaxed into him as you started to shake slightly. Your mumbling grew more frantic and he just held tighter. 

“Cap, it’s alright. Nothin’s broken. Everyone’s safe.”

Gunther tentatively rested one hand on your back and ran the other over the back of your head. It took a few minutes, but eventually your breathing evened out and the mumbling stopped. Gunther stayed there for a while longer, just holding you tight and listening to you breath deeply. 

“Mr. Gunnerson…”

Gunther tensed up and closed his eyes tight. 

“Yeah, Computer?”

He kept his voice low and hoped you wouldn’t hear. 

“The Captain’s condition is now stable. It is suggested that you return to your quarters.”

Gunther slowly shuffled into a standing position and slid your legs up onto the bed. You wiggled around a bit and he quickly snatched your helmet out of the way so your head could reach the pillows. He awkwardly reached for the other side of your blankets and simply folded them over you like a lazy burrito. You nestled into it and he fought the urge to smile at the pleasant expression on your face. 

You looked more peaceful than he’d ever seen you. Every day you were carrying the weight of your world on your shoulders; the 100,000 souls in cryo, the entire crew, and the fate of the new planet you were trying to find. For once, none of that seemed to matter. Your forehead smoothed out, your mouth opened just a tiny bit as you breathed, and your body stretched out as if to relieve every bit of tension you’d ever held. 

Gunther slowly backed out of the room and the Computer shut the door in front of him. He stood there deep in thought for a moment before starting back towards his own room. 

“Computer.”

“Yes, Mr. Gunnerson?”

“Can I install a protocol about the Captain?”

“Your authority allows you to install security protocols that do not interfere with the Captain.”

Gunther pressed his hand to the security pad and stepped into his dimly lit room. 

“I need you to alert me whenever the Captain sleepwalks out of their quarters. But don’t tell ‘em.”

“Mr. Gunnerson?”

“I don’t think they’d wanna know. Just let me know when this kinda stuff happens so I can help.”

“Protocol added, Mr. Gunnerson. Would you like to name it?”

Gunther couldn’t help but roll his eyes one more time as he dropped into bed and rolled back up into his blankets. 

“Loose Captain Protocol. Now leave me alone.”

Gunther was dead asleep by the time the protocol was filed away and the Computer was left to shut off all the lights and seal your door tight so you wouldn’t try to leave again. Strangely enough, for the first time in weeks, you managed nearly a whole night’s sleep.

[frickingnerd]

welkin confessing to you

pairing: welkin gunther x gn!reader

tags: silly & wholesome fluff, oblivious!welkin, mutual crushes

welkin is still oblivious about the fact that he's in love with you when he confesses to you!

you noticed he's been acting strange recently. more strangely than you are used to with him, at least

but when you approach him about it, welkin starts to ramble on about how he doesn't even know himself what's been wrong with him recently

he'll tell you how he's been so tense around you, but how he knows he doesn't hate you! he could never hate you, in fact!

he'll ramble about how much he likes you and how much he enjoys your company and always wants you around, so those tense feelings around you only confuse him

and he's equally confused when he suddenly notices your red face after listing all those things…

[angels555]

I BEG YOU MY BELOVED WRITERS🥹🙏🏽

There needs to be Gunther x reader’s

[justasecretflower]

~🪻 sdv men as boyfriends headcanons ~

Incl- Alex, Elliot, Shane, Sam, Sebastian, Harvey, Willy, Gunther, M. Rasmodius (Wizard.)

You look lost, visit my garden?

Alex

- He’s the type that’ll make you become apart of his workout. Lemme explain..

- he kisses you in between every push-up and crunch.

- you sit on his back during pushups

- he sees how many times he can deadlift you. (It doesn’t matter what size you are, yes, he can deadlift you.)

- “babe” “baby” “sugar”

- D1 YAPPER.

- he’ll talk your ear off about his childhood, gridball, his feelings when he first met you.

- he’s GREAT to have conversations with because they keep going on for hours.

- when he cuddles you he like..crushes you. He always ends up snoring loudly, drooling on you, and his whole muscular body right on top of you.

- touchy touchy TOUCHYYY.

- he’s the type to run up to you and spin you around then hug you saying how much he missed you. Even if you’ve only been gone for like 5 minutes

- he doesn’t cry often, thinks it makes him weak, but the one day that you got him crying in your arms, your fingers in his hair and quietly whispering that it was okay, he literally fell in love again x2 harder.

Elliot

-…🙄

-CORNYYYYYY

- you alr saw that coming though.

- writes you poems and puts them under your pillow like a tooth fairy..

- he likes holding you. Makes him feel like he’s a protector.

- romantic home dinner dates with balloons, rose petals galore, candles, fancy table cloth, ect.

- love language is words of affirmation muahaha..

- “my love” “my dearest” “my darling”

- tells you everyday how much he loves you in old Shakespearen English

- slow dances in the living room with you.

Shane

- he’s really insecure and gets jealous easily.

- it’s like. You’re talented, hard working, beautiful, how could you ever like him?

- in his eyes, he was old, washed up, no longer a fit gridball player, alcoholic, suicidal.

- he distances himself from you whenever he has these episodes.

- it’s really bad, he knows, but he doesn’t want you to know how insecure and helpless he is.

- you do find out, and you hold him.

- his safe space, his savior, is you.

- he gets better for you, for himself, and for everyone around him and he constantly tells you how much you’ve saved him.

- “doll”

- he gets a new coat and has your initial on it with a heart (Marnie sewed it)

- DAD BOD.

- movie nights. Not those aesthetic ones. The messy ones.

- the ones where you have dirty plates on the floor, pizza rolls, a bag of candies in between you and popcorn on the couch.

- it’s comfy, and it’s fun either way.

Sam

- he’s so cute.

- “babe” “baby”

- DEFINITION of golden retriever bf

- skateboards over to your house.

- he gets cuteness agression😭.

- he just randomly, aggressively, nuzzles your shoulder, or pecks a thousand kisses all over your face.

- makes songs for you and sings them to you.

- his favorite place to kiss you is your shoulder. Not even sexually he just loves kissing your shoulder.

- teaches you how to skate so that you can skate with him.

- he’d def be that cliche that’s like. Tried to flirt with you by leaning on the doorway but missed the doorway💀 (SAME WITH ALEX)

- He likes skating dates, MESSY cooking dates, and playing just dance with you.

- owns an “I love my girlfriend” t-shirt and wears it all the time. No shame

Sebastian

- kisses the tips of your ears and nose.

- very soft and gentle kisses.

- black cat …muahahhaaha

- he likes to make bracelets with you!

- matching bracelets

- also, matching pjs

- movie nights are the best with him. Matching pjs, snacks, cuddles, the rain pattering in the background.

- he’s a listener, not a talker.

- he said he can listen to you talk for days.

- of course, he mumbled that while flushed but he still said it.

- you’re his comfort person.

- he gets insecure but he doesn’t project it on you, just gets extra clingy.

Harvey

- HARVEY!!!

- he gets flushed easily if you flirt with him.

- he goes on rambles about medical stuff and it just 😩

- takes care of you while you’re sick. Carries you to a bath with salts and bubbles in it, cuts up fruits, feeds you, helps you drink water, dab a cold rag on your forehead.

- he’s super romantic, makes you dinner sometimes and makes it healthy / canon

- kisses your forehead to get you to wake up in the morning.

- breakfast in bed on your anniversary.

- he’s a family man / canon

- give him a picket fence life /srs

- he likes kissing you deeply. Just pouring his whole heart into it.

Willy

- he likes fishing with you, if you don’t know how, he’ll stand behind you and guide you.

- “darlin” “hon” “pretty thing”

- puts your initial on his favorite fishing pool.

- he likes you sitting on his lap, just because he likes to be close to you.

- date nights on the beach, or on his fishing boat watching the stars together.

- OH GOSH THE QUIET MORNINGSSSS

- he gets up “bright and early” so he just holds you, whispers in your ear with a raspy morning voice, gently kissing your shoulder “g’mornin pretty thing”

- really values quality time, even if you’re not talking just sitting near him while he’s fishing.

- definitely thought he was gonna stay single until he died before he met you, like he wasn’t even being pessimistic, just thought that he wouldn’t find anyone in that small town.

Gunther

- I feel like he would’ve messed around when he was younger but never settled down.

- so when he moved to pelican town, he never expected to meet someone that would make him wanna be all lovey dovey and stuff.

- teaches you about history. His head in your lap, hand up to your cheek gently stroking it with the pad of his thumb as he yaps on, with a deep, smooth voice.

- remembers everything about you. Every detail even if you were just mentioning it in passing.

- “hon” “my darling” “love”

- date nights are those little missing persons cases (the fake ones), discussing history under a willow tree, taking small naps intertwined I

- prolly has a kid from a hookup…sorry?!

- not much for physical affection, but he’ll indulge a little, hand holds, cheek kisses, kisses.

- his love language is acts of service 100%.

M. Rasmodius Wizard

- he kinda watches you with his magic..not creepily !!

- stops you from falling all the time.

- ���my love” “dearest”

- not touchy, but shows his love for you with actions.

- gifts you flowers, makes you food, cleans your room for you.

- fine..he’ll go to the flower dance for you.

- he’ll just end up dragging you to a secluded area to do the dance tho.

- it’s kinda cute ngl.

Tags

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Gunther x Reader x Ilja Dragunov●

Request: @eboni-napalm

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing backstage with Ilja Dragunov, getting him ready for his match, rubbing his shoulders, a camera man walks up to us with Cathy Kelley.

"Ilja, how are you preparing for your match against Imperium's Ludwig Kaiser?"

Just as he goes to talk, Gunther walks up to him looking down at him and me.

"Ilja. So nice to see you again, my friend. I will be watching your match tonight very closely. And Y/N."

He points over at me snapping me out of staring at him and he smirks pushing my jaw back together.

"I will see you out there."

He lets out a little laugh than walks away. Ilja turns to me as the camera guy and Cathy walk away.

"What was that about? You got a crush on Gunther?"

He nudges me trying to be funny and I giggle looking at him.

"I wouldn't say I have a crush on him. He is a good looking man."

"Ah."

"But you on the other hand..."

I run my hand along his chest and he looks down at me.

"What about me?"

"You are ugly as hell."

I say sarcastically causing us both to erupt with laughter. We head to gorilla as he puts his arm around my waist. I have had a crush on Ilja for a very long time. We have been best friends for years but I have never had the courage to actually tell him my feelings. He talked me into being his manager during his matches. On the other hand, I have this attraction to Gunther. He is powerful and I just want his big hands all over my body. I shake my head getting out of my thoughts as me and Ilja make our way down to the ring. We pose in the middle of the ring together than wait for Ludwig to make his entrance. The lights go out, his theme hits but when the lights come back on, Gunther is accompanying him to the ring. I climb out of the ring just watching them make their entrance. So powerful and stoic. Ludwig and Ilja get ready for their match while Gunther keeps eyeing me down from across the ring.

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*near the end of the match*

I am banging on the mat as Ilja and Ludwig are both down in the middle of the ring. Gunther starts making his way over to me as I start backing up until I hit the announcers table. He stands infront of me, towering over me and smirks. I gulp looking away from him putting my hands on the table to try and lean away. He runs his finger under my chin, puts his thumb and index finger on my chin pinching it making me look up at him.

"Y/N, I know you have an attraction to me. You don't hide it very well. Why don't we just go backstage and act on that attraction? Hm?"

I gulp going to answer him but he gets hit in the back causing him to fall off of me and Ilja climbs ontop of him throwing punches at his face.

"Stay away from my lady! You hear me!"

I stand there shocked at everything that just happened infront of me and what was said. I start walking off heading to the backstage area when Ludwig walks infront of me causing me to stop.

"Where are you going pretty lady?"

I start to get pissed off and I look up at him. I look over his shoulder seeing the ref is distracted by Gunther and Ilja and looks back at Ludwig.

"Why don't you stay and....."

Before he can finish his sentence, I hit him with a forearm straight to the face, grab him and throw him back into the ring. Ilja climbs to the top rope seeing him down and hits him with an H Bomb from the top. He covers him and gets the win rolling out of the ring towards me. Gunther comes in, checking on Ludwig but keeps his eyes firmly on me. I wave at him and blow him a kiss as Ilja puts his arm around me so I can help him to the back.

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*in my locker room*

In the middle of getting changed, I hear a knock at the door causing me to freeze. I pull my shirt over my head and button my shorts up real quick before I walk over to the door. When I get closer to the door, I hear arguing. I open the door to see Ilja and Gunther outside arguing about who knows what.

"Can I help you guys with something?"

They barge into my locker room still arguing with each other. I shake my head, close the door locking it than turn to look at them. They continue arguing not even looking in my direction.

"No dude. She has feelings for me. I know she does."

"You are crazy. She obviously has an attraction to me. She doesn't want you."

"Guys."

"Is that so? Who cares about an attraction? Feelings are way different."

"Guys."

"But the attraction is what can start feelings. Think about it. Use that big head of yours."

"GUYS!"

They stop and look over at me shutting up. I take a deep breath looking at both of them.

"I have feelings for you Ilja. I do. I have had them for a very long time. I'm just to scared to actually say anything because I didn't want to ruin the good friendship that we have. And Gunther. Yes I have an attraction to you. It's your powerful aura. It just draws me to you. I also want your big hands all over my body. Ilja I want you to use your strength against me. I have feelings for both of you. And....."

I get cut off by Ilja grabbing my face and kissing me hard. I feel a big pair of hands run up my back and grabbing my sides. Ilja pulls away looking at me and I look up between them both.

"If you wanted both of us, you should have just said something."

"I agree Ilja. Now let's take her back to the hotel and show her how much we want her."

Gunther picks me up bridal style as Ilja grabs our bags heading for the parking lot and off to the hotel for a night I will never forget.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Valkyria Chronicles? It's been a long time since I heard of that, thanks for the nostalgia trip you sent me on.

How about the squad 7 members when their S/O gets injured?

(Valkyria Chronicles) Welkin, Alicia, Isara, and Rosie's S/O getting injured

3 other friends and I have been playing VC2, and I've been replaying 1 and got reminded of my love for the game, thus their addition here.

Though absolutely startled to hear that S/O took a hit during the skirmish, Welkin tries his best to remain calm.

Welkin approaches the medical tent S/O is staying in and takes a deep breath seeing the bandage wrapped around them.

(Welkin) "Thank goodness you're alright..."

Before sitting next to S/O, he personally attends to every soldier that was injured as well, finally taking a seat next to S/O when he's done.

His mind is put at ease knowing they'd recover, but can't help but feel responsible for the injury since he ordered S/O into the position to begin with.

(S/O) "You don't have to stress about me y'know?...Ah, why don't you tell me about some of the animals you saw on the way here?"

LAST MISTAKE.

Now, S/O has to deal with the consequences of Welkin yapping their ear off about the type of fauna generally found in this area for an hour, getting his mind off their injury and onto his borderline-obsessiveness with nature.

Much to the dismay of S/O's other squadmates in the tent.

(Welkin) "-...and the type of beetles are also quite uncommon! They generally don't make themselves known until the spring and-...S/O?"

S/O was sprawled out on the bed with a drained smile, putting one hand on his shoulder.

(S/O) "Welkin...I think you should probably go to the debriefing."

(Welkin) "Huh?...OH! R-Right, I'll catch up with you later!"

Once he promptly made his exit, one of the soldiers next to S/O on the stretcher turned their head to them.

(Soldier) "Why did you have to ask him about nature?"

(S/O) "I...w-wasn't thinking..."

Alicia is absolutely stricken with worry the moment S/O's injuries reaches her.

Flying open the tent's flaps, her eyes scan the area before finally landing on S/O and rushing to their side.

(Alicia) "S/O! Are you alright?! How bad was the shot-"

(S/O) "W-Woah! Alicia, I-I'm alright!...OW!"

Alicia had grabbed their arm, and their wincing did little to calm her down.

(Alicia) "You call this 'alright'? If you had gotten hit any closer-"

She quickly goes silent when she realizes half the room was staring at her, making Alicia clear her throat.

(Alicia) "Apologies for disrupting the quiet. As you were, everyone."

With a quick salute she sighs and sits back down next to S/O, squeezing their hand.

(Alicia) "I'll be back with something to drink at least. Promise me you won't get hurt like this again, okay?"

(S/O) "As long as you promise to as well."

With a soft giggle and a final squeeze of their hand, she nods and leaves.

The moment she helps finishes the Edelweiss's repairs, Isara quickly makes her way to the medical tent where S/O was being held.

Isara sits next to S/O and brings them a canteen full of water.

(Isara) "Sorry I couldn't be here sooner, are you holding up okay?"

(S/O) "Yeah, just stings like hell..."

Isara's quiet laughter eases S/O, until they noticed some of the soldiers glaring at Isara.

She doesn't even have to hear them speak, Isara knows already what's got S/O trying to move out the bed.

(Isara) "First of all, you shouldn't be moving.-"

With a hand to their chest shoving them back in the bed, she shakes her head.

(Isara) "And secondly, don't focus on them. Just focus on me, okay?"

(S/O) "Darcsen or not, you're still fighting alongside us! They should-"

Isara's hand moved to S/O's and just holds it tightly.

(Isara) "Believe me, if they want to say something to my face, I'll have something to say right back...But thank you. It still means a lot to me."

S/O just sighs and nods, the pain of their injury mostly subsiding from their mind now.

Rosie would have kicked the door open if the medical tent was a building, instead the flaps flew wildly as she announced her presence.

(Rosie) "S/O, you idiot!"

S/O slumps in their bed as some snickering came from the other soldiers.

Though they were quickly silenced when Rosie closed the distance, gesturing for them to mind their own damn business.

Rosie crossed her arms and stood staring at S/O.

(Rosie) "How in the hell did you manage to get hit? What, were you just not paying attention?!"

(S/O) "Ugh, y-yeah. They caught me by surprise-"

(Rosie) "Next time, focus better on your drills! I'm not dragging your ass out of the fire if there's a next time!"

S/O wryly smiled and nodded, all the while Rosie just scoffed and rolled her eyes.

(S/O) "Appreciate the concern as always, Rosie."

(Rosie) "Psh, whatever."

Rosie at the very least grabs their shoulder tenderly...Before shaking it violently and startling S/O.

(Rosie) "Wipe that smirk off too. I gotta get back to cleaning my equipment."

[eringobragh420]

🖤 Pairing: Gunther x f!Reader 🖤 Summary: Gunther’s girlfriend can’t stop admiring him. 🛑 Warnings: NSFW. Muscle worship, praise, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, sir kink, cum 18+ 🖤 Notes: Kinklist found here. 🖤 Taglist: In the comments. If you’d like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By: @eboni-napalm Please keep your Gunther requests coming! 🖤 MASTERLIST

Sicily was beautiful. Their villa beside the sea was beautiful. The sunsets and the restaurants and the people were all beautiful. But the only thing she could seem to admire, the only thing she wanted to photograph, was the beauty that was her boyfriend, Gunther. He’d struggled with his weight for a long time before discovering the most compatible diet and exercise plan. Since then, he’d never looked back—broadening his back and shoulders, toning his arms and thighs, hardening his chest and flattening his abdomen. As he became more and more comfortable in his own skin, it started to show in his wardrobe. Gone were the oversized t-shirts and sweatpants, replaced with tailored suits and more form-fitting clothing. He’d caught her staring on more than one occasion, usually choosing to point it out and poke fun at her until she was sure her cheeks would melt off, so since they’d arrived in Sicily, her gawking had become a lot stealthier. Or so she thought.

Take today for example. The couple relaxed on a set of sun loungers near the pool overlooking the sea, sharing a bottle of wine, enjoying the incredible views. Gunther, she suspected, was taking in his surroundings behind his dark sunglasses, seemingly paying her no mind. She slipped on her own sunglasses, laid back against the soft cushions, and though her head was pointed toward the water, her eyes were fixed to the left, on him. Always on him. He wore a white shirt today, a welcomed change from his usual darker shades, and the short sleeves hugged his biceps exquisitely, outlined his pecs and the hard plane of his abdomen. The black slacks he’d chosen were also form-fitting, hardly containing a soft bulge and his thick thighs. She licked her lips, rubbing her own thighs together, and she had no idea how noticeable her ogling had become until Gunther spoke up, not even looking in her direction.

“You know you don’t have to just stare,” he told her, sipping his wine. Her eyes widened behind shaded lenses. Finally he turned to her, grinning, adorable dimples on full display, and her heart fluttered. “You can admire me from over here.” She tilted her head, lips pursed, and the man collapsed into giggles before setting his wine glass on the small table nearby and curling his fingers.

“Oh, you want me to come over there?” she asked. “After you just made fun of me?” Gunther’s smile slowly faded and he tilted his own head, dipping his chin, firing his bright eyes at her, and yes, goddamn it, yes, she was gonna go over there after he just made fun of her.

She stood from her lounger and strolled over to her boyfriend in his. She gathered the loose skirt of her maxi dress in one hand, Gunther adjusting himself as he watched, and she smirked as she straddled his hips and lowered herself until her bare pussy settled on top of the growing lump in his pants. She made a show of lifting the dress to fan it out, and her boyfriend’s eyes descended, widening, and she instantly dropped the material, hiding the lewd scenery from both of them.

“You …” Gunther trailed off, shaking his head, pointing a finger at her.

“Me?” she questioned, brows rising. She grabbed his accusing hand with both of hers, purposefully lifting his finger to her lips. She pressed several soft kisses to the pad, which were followed by a long swipe of her hot, wet tongue from the base of his finger to the tip, and then she sucked the digit into her mouth. Gunther groaned, and it was half arousal, half surprise, and she grinned around his knuckle. “I just wanted to be … extra comfortable today,” she said. She pulled his middle finger into her mouth, gifting it the same treatment.

“And are you?” Gunther asked, eyes fixated on her lips and tongue as they bathed his hand. Her brows rose. “Comfortable,” he clarified.

She feigned consideration, cocking her head. “No, not really,” she replied. She released his hand, placing hers on his firm chest, and her hips leisurely began to rock against his stiffening dick. “You’ve been wearing all these … tight clothes recently,” she purred. “And your arms are just …” Gunther reached up to remove her sunglasses as she glanced down at his biceps, tossing them behind him, one hundred percent of his attention still zeroed in on her. Her hands drifted to his solid shoulders, the thin material of his shirt dampening from his own perspiration, on down to his arms. He watched as she bit her lip, his sharp eyes momentarily switching to her small, manicured hand while she tentatively wrapped her fingers around his bicep. He flexed the toned muscle, and her hips thrust against him, her juices soaking into his pants. “Sorry,” she breathed. “I just—”

“Do you want to kiss them?” Gunther interrupted, gently taking her chin between his fingers. Her blown pupils met his and she really thought he was going to start snickering because the man lived to embarrass her, but his eyes had been consumed by fire and filth. “You do, don’t you?” His smile was small and fleeting. He was rock solid between her legs, and her hips switched from a north-south direction to seductive circles, and it was Gunther’s turn to thrust. “Tell me what you want,” he said.

“I wanna kiss them,” the words tumbled out of her mouth, and she almost tried to catch them in the air so she could shove them back down her throat. Gunther’s brows lifted, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, pulling her down closer to him. “Sir,” she finished.

“That’s a good girl,” Gunther sighed, directing her to his arm. She licked her lips and when she was close enough, she kissed his solid bicep, licked, sucked, nipped. Gunther moaned, driving his hips into her, and she was reminded to move her own. Hot bursts of air ghosted over his skin as she panted, his hand sliding from her face so he could tangle it within her hair. “Tell me what else you want,” he whispered.

She lifted her head after a few moments of mouthing his muscle, their eyes meeting once more. As turned on as she was, she was still able to feel her heart swell with the love she had for her Ring General. “I want … I want you to know how beautiful you are,” she answered just as quietly. Gunther rolled his eyes, a smile growing, cheeks reddening, and he tried to lay his head back on the lounger, but it was her turn to grab his chin. “Don’t do that,” she drawled. He became serious all at once. “You’ve always been beautiful.” She moved across his chest, delighting in the subtle squirm of his body under hers. “Even when you thought you weren’t,” she went on, lips caressing the opposite bicep. The muscle contracted, and she whimpered. Gunther suddenly grabbed her face with both hands and brought it within an inch of his, and they were both out of breath despite a lack of exertion. He searched her face, ending on her eyes, and she melted in his embrace, mumbling, “Sir,” a millisecond before his skillful lips captured hers.

Her hands snuck under the tight white shirt that had started all of this and she lifted, revealing more delicious skin, and Gunther swallowed her moan greedily. He sat them up without warning, arm locking around her waist to keep her stable and in place. She completed her quest of removing his shirt, hands returning to his chest, only this time she added resistance. Because for a moment—just a quick second, I swear—she wanted to look at him, to admire him, as it were. And as she was regarding him with hungry eyes, he pinched the material of her dress between his fingers and deliberately pulled it down until her breasts popped out. She wasn’t even aware he’d done anything until he flicked her hardening nipples, her body quivering, and their eyes met, and hers were hooded, and his were infinite. Their lips collided, sparks igniting and flickering between them just as they had since the first time they’d kissed. She reached between them, and Gunther snatched her wrists, holding them up.

“No, no,” he admonished, shaking his head. Her heart pounded—had she done something wrong? “You have to make yourself cum first.”

She barely caught her jaw from falling into his lap, smiling instead, and resumed rolling her hips, having stopped … sometime. Gunther had that effect on her, always had. He held her wrists tightly, painfully, and the ferocity of her riding kicked into overdrive. He pressed their damp foreheads together. She bit her lip, and she tried—she tried her pretty hardest, anyway—not to avert her gaze from his debauched eyes, but his biceps were like magnets, drawing her attention to them.

“You want to kiss them again?” Gunther breathed. “Hmm?” She nodded, not trusting herself—or maybe she just didn’t remember how—to use her words. His lips grazed hers as he uttered, “You want to worship them?” She couldn’t stop her jaw this time, and her exhale echoed throughout the whole of Sicily, and her hips jerked almost violently. Just like that, her orgasm was easily within reach. “I want to hear you say it,” he continued, tone even lower than before. “Properly.”

With a one track mind and a direct map to the gold at the end of the rainbow, she knew the path of least resistance was the way to go. Her wrists were screaming, she thought maybe she’d have bruises the following day, but why did it feel so good? “I wanna kiss them,” she divulged, and then, much more hushed, “and I wanna worship them … sir.” For the cherry on top, her tongue snaked out of her mouth to lick at his lips. “My Ring General.”

Gunther smiled fondly at the monster he’d created, relinquishing his grip on her wrists. The wrists that had just moments ago been burning under his fingers now seemed to be completely pain free, as her eyes so slowly drifted to the muscle in question. Everything was suddenly in slow motion—Gunther making a fist, raising his arm and bending it at the elbow, bicep bulging. Her teeth clenched and her mouth watered, and a brief moment passed before she latched onto his arm like a vampire devouring their first victim. And it was only seconds after that that she came, scream muffled by the dense tissue in her mouth, and her eyes closed as she rode the waves of pleasure which wracked her body with tiny shudders.

She was still in the throes of her orgasm when Gunther reached between them once more to open his pants, unleashing his rock solid cock. She licked her lips, preparing to raise up and impale herself on that magnificent member, when Gunther effortlessly switched their positions, manhandling her like he knew she liked, and she giggled until he had her how he wanted her—on her hands and knees, bare ass poised, breasts swaying freely—and she arched her back, bucking against him. Wait … when did he take my dress off?

“I thought you might want to watch the pretty scenery while I fuck you,” Gunther told her, sliding the head of his cock along her weeping slit. 

It was a nice sentiment, but she could have been in a back alley somewhere for all the attention she paid once he entered her. She’d never been filled so completely before the Ring General, like his dick had been personally selected for her pussy by the universe itself. She collapsed to her elbows after only a few deep pumps, still stimulated from cumming only minutes beforehand, and Gunther wrapped her hair around his hand, yanking, and she grunted, reluctantly rising back to her hands.

“Please,” she whispered, “please, sir. I can’t …”

“Oh, yes, you can,” Gunther laughed, hand like a vice on her hip as his thrusts became almost savage. “You think I would be fucking you if you couldn’t? Hmm?”

“No, sir,” she whimpered, entire body jarred by his viscous pumps.

“Your Ring General?”

She came. Just like that, she was clenching around Gunther’s cock, quivering, and though there had been time between both orgasms, the intensity of this one made them seem like one long orgasm. There was just something … something about the way he said those two words that lit her world on fire and had her juices dripping down her thighs. 

“Such a sweet girl cumming for me again,” Gunther praised, and her smile alone could have powered a small country until the end of time, maybe even after that, but it was gone quickly as he continued fucking her. She wasn’t sure how much more her pussy could take. 

“Thank you, sir,” she breathed.

“My sweet girl,” he mumbled. “Worships her Ring General.”

“Fuck yes,” she purred.

“Where does my sweet girl want my cum?”

“I don’t care where you cum … I just wanna be able to watch.”

Gunther was silent after that, squeezing her hips and riding her like the world was going to end. He pulled out suddenly, repositioning her again, this time on her back. He lifted one of her legs so he could look at her pussy still drenched in her own cum while he jerked his glistening cock. A few rough strokes later and he was launching rope after rope of his thick, sticky sweetness across her stomach, the last few less powerful ones painting her pussy. She beamed as he hovered over her, his hands pressing into the cushions on either side of her head. 

“Never a moment’s peace with you,” he said.

She snickered. “That’s why you love me.”

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ MEANT TO BE YOURS (sheamus x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: sheamus x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @lambofjudgement

now that I've finished screaming about how much I love your writing I have a request (to fill out your masterlist a little bit) for sheamus jealousy fluff? where the f!reader's been teaming with the brawling brutes for a while and when they're feuding with Imperium the Imperium tries to convince her she's too good for them? Maybe before they're together, where he's trying to convince her to stay by being extra nice and thoughtful or overprotectiveness of "his girl" that he lets slip accidentally? whichever route you take will be awesome I'm sure of it! <3

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: um idk like?!?! possessiveness ig??? sheamus is just hot n y/n fancies him

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 2.6k😳

ೃ༄ NOTE: UMMMM can u tell i got carried away……. i love sheamus sm i met him once and he is genuinely the sweetest guy in the world so a stephen request ????? i am in heaven pls enjoy

in theory, the moment you saw the camera you should have known something was coming.

it was one of those peaceful saturday nights on raw, a rare evening where you didn’t have a match to be a part of in any shape or form. you were simply enjoying the energy backstage as you could hear the crowd thrumming beyond the walls, watching matches that didn’t involve you on the monitor. management had requested you come along for some segments, so you were somewhat on guard, but the most you expected was an interview with renee.

you did not expect for the imperium to trudge towards you, trailed by a camera man as they came over with their proposition.

“are you ready to be on the losing side again?” gunther asked, trailed by his lackeys sad they stopped before you, circling like hyenas on the prowl.

you could only cross your arms in defence. “what makes you so sure we’ll lose?”

ludwig laughed from his leader’s left side, an air of certainess to his posture. “oh come on, y/n. you know as much as we do. you’re too good for those brutes, pardon the pun.”

the brutes in question being the stable you had taken on under your management. the brawling brutes were a separate endeavour to your solo career, but it was no secret the group had thrived under your care. if you had been coerced into joining in the first place by a particularly charming irish man, no one would have to know, either. it just so happened your management were looking for another way to push you, and acting as manager for such a powerful stable seemed like a dream when that opportunity fell in your lap.

but of course, once you proved to yourself and the rest of the wwe universe that you knew how to handle yourself both inside and outside of the ring, it wasn’t long before others tried to hunt you down. the brawling brutes were gaining power quicker than a steamroller, and of course people would give anything to stop them in their tracks.

“and what’s in it for me? if i betray them?” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, playing up to the camera, but asking more for your own gain than anything.

“unprecedented power, y/n. sweet, sweet power.” gunther added, motioning for the rest of his stable to follow as he began to walk away. “think about it, you’ll make the right decision.”

—

you gave a knock to the men’s dressing room door, a telltale shout of ‘decent’ giving away exactly who was in there — his accent certainly stood out amongst most.

pushing open the door, you were met by one single figure hanging back, but the man you needed to see. sheamus was standing there as decent as decent could be for a wwe superstar. it made you blush slightly, but you couldn’t quite understand why. you were used to going arm in arm with the man weekly when he was in nothing more than tight underwear and body oil — yet seeing him standing, clad in nothing but sweats, felt more intimate than before.

“heya, sweetheart.” he mused, charming as ever even when his in ring persona was lessened by the absence of cameras. “missed me that much?”

you rolled your eyes fondly, giving a light shove to his shoulder as you passed to take your place on a bench nearby. “don’t flatter yourself.”

sheamus grinned, a secondary emotion that you couldn’t place flashing past his eyes momentarily. he would never relent, and whilst you always had a rebuttal on the tip of your tongue, you wouldn’t deny how you were consistently forced to turn away, mainly so the man couldn’t see the reddening of your cheeks.

as the leader of the brawling brutes, it was sheamus who you came into contact with the most, and the two of you had built an interesting dynamic over the past few months. he had never hidden his affections for you in the ring, always jumping at an opportunity to be by your side, but you had foolishly put this down to his character, and never thought much of it. he was a naturally charming man, wildly different from everyone else in the roster, and it would have been easy to fall for someone like that. so, aware he was simply just being a character, you shut yourself down to every attempt to place that charm on you, not allowing the possibility for heartbreak.

“i had an interesting conversation today.” you commented quietly, crossing one leg over the other as you watched sheamus ruffle his wet hair from the shower with a towel (bright pink, and strangely familiar? was that a little decal of a flower? where did he get your towel from????). “let’s just say the last thing i was expecting today was to be accosted by imperium.”

sheamus stopped his drying motions immediately, hands coming back down to his side. “imperium? what the hell are they doing? trying to intimidate you?”

you hummed, considering how to approach this. “quite the opposite. in fact, they’ve got it into their minds that i’d be better off by their side, instead of yours.”

then, sheamus barked out a laugh and returned to his prior movements, seemingly unconcerned by the initial offer from your opponents. “well, can’t fault them for trying. as if they’re worthy of you.”

you stayed silent, watching as your friend and in ring partner raided his gym bag in search of a shirt.

“i mean. they’re not wrong when they suggest my style fits theirs slightly better. when i’m on my own i think anyone would have put me with them over you guys.”

silence met you, and when you glanced at sheamus, he wasn’t even looking in your direction. too focused on untangling his shirt straps. for a moment you thought, if that was how much he cared, then you might just take imperium up on their offer—

“you really think that?” sheamus asked darkly, not sparing a glance to his side.

shrugging, you added “i mean, we don’t know for certain but, what have you exactly got to offer me in terms of furthering my career?”

sheamus barked a laugh, but it was void of any humour. “i could list a million reasons why you suit us, sweetheart. how many do you want?”

you raised an eyebrow, his tone rattling straight through you. he was intimidating when he wanted to be, and it was clear that on stage persona was blurring with the man behind the camera for just a second.

“stephen.” you offered as warning, rarely choosing to use superstars’ real names unless the moment required it.

he spun quickly, taking one look at you before any of that hardness slipped away from his features and he was back to looking at you with a level of respect and awe.

“you’ve seen what we can do with you by our sides, y/n. you’re a warrior in and out of the ring. imperium don’t want to further your career, they want to use you for their own benefit.” he took a moment to pull the shirt over his head, before making his way to sit beside you. there was a couple of feet between your positions, but somehow the distance felt even greater.

you hummed, contemplating for just a second. “and? isn’t that what you’re doing? using me for your own benefit?”

when sheamus spoke again, there wasn’t the harshness in his tone like there was before, replaced by the sound of honey dripping off of every word. “we’ve never used you. sure, there’s no denying we’re better with you by our side, but you did all that. imperium want to use you as a pretty show piece, but to us you’re our lifeline.”

you smiled everso slightly, more having to fight the upturn of your lips than anything. “sure you don’t just like a hot woman on your arm every night?”

your stable mate grinned, playfulness returning to the air as he buttered you up. “sure, that’s a bonus, sweetheart. but you’re so much more than that.”

if your heart fluttered slightly at the tone he used, deep and rooted with genuineness, you wouldn’t tell anyone. that was a secret for you to keep.

“you’re a fool if you think we only want you to make us look good.” sheamus began again, shameless as he reached across the space between your bodies, brushing a stray strand of your hair away from your face and behind your ear. another flutter of your heart, this time more like a whisper of wind. “imperium want you to be their arm candy, we want you to be our soul. half the stuff we do wouldn’t be possible without you. you’re one of the strongest women in the roster right now, and that’s not just opinion but a fact, and it’s an honour getting to prove that. you can hold your own, hey, you can be even better, amongst the men, and i think that says everything.”

“you think that highly of me?” you asked, half jokingly, half from a place of needing reassurance. it was easy to doubt yourself amongst so many powerful opponents. “you’re already fighting pretty hard to get me to stay and i barely said anything.”

“you said enough for me to know i don’t want them getting their hands on you.” sheamus muttered, and suddenly the gap between the two of you seemed much smaller than before. “i won’t let them take my girl away that easily.”

your eyes widened at the same time his own demeanour cracked, both noticing the slip of tongue at the same time. again, you were used to the flirting the irish man undertook in the ring, and half of the time outside of it, but any semblance that those layers ran deeper than just kayfabe and your head was in a spin.

another knock at the door brought you out of the moment, a staff member poking his head in to let the two of you know they were closing up soon.

so with a few last goodbyes, you parted ways, this time with a new feeling of confusion in your chest. it was no longer the question of whether the brawling brutes wanted you more than the imperium, but now whether sheamus wanted you more than you wanted to leave.

—

after the segments on the show the week prior, it was no shock when the brawling brutes had one of their promos cut by the imperium themselves. you had expected it really, but it didn’t make the image of the four men wandering down the ramp towards the ring any less intimidating.

you stood just by the curtain of the ring, watching in concern as predator stalked their prey. you could see imperiums eyes on you, and you knew sheamus had noticed too, for he seemed to step in between their view of you protectively.

“well if it isn’t our favourite manager and her lackeys.” gunter began, practically toe to toe with sheamus as they stood leader against leader. “have you given any thought to our little conversation last week, y/n?”

before you could even react, sheamus was speaking on your behalf. “she doesn’t want to run around with little boys, she wants to stick with the men.”

gunther only chuckled into the mic, not quick enough to give his own response before giovanni was adding in himself, “if she wants men, she’s with the wrong team.”

“i wonder, if we asked her now, who’d she’s choose?” gunther challenged, the crowd hollering for you to join the conversation.

“stop fooling yourself, gunther, it’s getting embarrassing—“

sheamus was cut off by gunther once more “why don’t we let the little lady speak for herself?”

if the imperium wanted brownie points, they certainly weren’t getting them speaking about you like that. sheamus seemed to think the same, if the way his fists clenched had anything to do with it. he didn’t seem happy about it, but turned to offer you a hand to climb in the ring nonetheless.

you took his offer of help, jumping inside and trying to ignore how you were sure he was squeezing your hand just a little harder than usual. he seemed reluctant to even let go, but dropped the contact only when butch offered you his own mic to join the chorus.

the outcome of this promo was up to you, your manager had made sure that you knew that fact. he was prepared to damage control whichever side you chose, but how was the moment, and you were more unsure than ever. one look at imperium had you wanting to change allegiance. for all the talk about their true intentions, you knew one thing for certain, and that was imperiums power. they were a force to be reckoned with, and having gunther as an ally? that could do wonders for your career both in the stable and in your own solo endeavours.

yet, as you glanced to your side, seeing how sheamus watched you with uncertainty, the decision began to unblur.

he hadn’t spoken to you since the little dialogue mishap in the locker room. you had, at first, thought maybe he was disgusted by his own words, wishing he could take them back out of sheer unhappiness — but when you looked at him now, you could see past sheamus, and just see stephen, and you realised everything he had said was true.

“sheamus over here seems to have gotten it into his head that your allegiance to him is stronger than your want for success.” gunther’s menacing tone brought you out of your realisation, and you turned back to see how the man towered over you. “but you and i know better, don’t we, y/n? you’re a strong woman, you’ll make the right decision.”

a deep breath. “you’re right gunther.” a gasp echoed throughout the crowd as you seemingly made your decision to turn sides. the man in question watched you with a sly smirk, thinking his plan had worked. “my want for success is stronger than anything. so, i have to choose the side i know will get me there.”

you could practically feel the panicked looks of the brawling brutes, and when you turned to hand butch his microphone back, the expressions of betrayal were just as expected — especially from one particular redhead.

taking a step back, you made to stand with the imperium, facing your other stable-mates as the crowd shouted all sorts of nonsense directed at you, surely horrified by your abandonment. you waited a second, revelling in the reaction and allowing the imperium to glow in what they thought was a victory, before in one swift motion, you landed a back elbow straight into gunther’s stomach.

the crowd cheered again, and you wasted no time in stepping back across the ring to sheamus’ side, the grin creeping across the man’s face larger than you had ever seen before.

as you joined back by his side, he didn’t bother removing the microphone from his lips as he solidified his comment from the week prior. “that’s my girl.”

for once, you didn’t think about consequences, not caring that this wasn’t part of the plan or even prior discussed by the two of you — you knew he wanted it as badly as you by now. so, in one swift motion, coupled with a whisper of ‘your girl’, you grabbed sheamus by the back of the neck and pulled him down to crash your lips together.

if the shout from the rest of the brawling brutes was loud in your ear, the screams of the audience were practically deafening, but you barely focused on the reaction as sheamus dropped the microphone he held to the floor in favour of grabbing ahold of your waist.

[anxious-cosplayer]

"Merry Christmas, Captain" (Head Engineer!Mark x reader)

Word count: 1.6k Warnings: guilt, anxious captain, mentions of death Reader is captain and gender neutral.

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It was hard during the holidays on the Invincible II. Most people either had to leave their family back on earth or were still in cryostasis. So it only meant that the crew could celebrate together.

However, to most people - yourself included - the crew was family. There were bits of tinsel that covered doorway entrances, Christmas trees decorated by each department, and Celci had to tell Mark that he couldn’t use the cryo room as a place to have a snowball fight as “that’s not how it works!”

You can probably guess how Mark felt about that.

Though the crew were gathering in the mess hall to have a big Christmas dinner, you didn’t really know if you should turn up. As much as you enjoyed everyone being together, this time of the year made you reflect on what had happen in all of those other universes. The guilt was slowly becoming better to deal with, especially after talking it over with Mark many times until it was late, however it was occasions like this you did find it hard to cope.

So that’s is why you’re stuck in your room doing paperwork, preparing to go to the bridge to supervise the running of the ships systems while everyone could have a break. Donning your hat and signature gloves, you took your tablet and promptly made your way there. As you walked by all the decorations you thought you should’ve maybe added something somewhat Christmas-y to your uniform but it was too late now. The door whooshes open to the bridge.

There was about four or five people in there monitoring the various systems. They all stood to attention when you walk in. You recognise all of them as members of several different departments. You smile somewhat awkwardly and nod your head in acknowledgment.

“At ease everyone.” They all relax from their previously stiff stances. “You can call go down to the dining hall for your dinners, I’ll look after things up here. Dismissed.”

They crew have big smiles on their faces but then quickly leave, thanking you as they do. Only one, Tyler, pauses.

“Are you sure, Captain? I don’t mind helping out here. Don’t wanna leave you here all alone.” He gives you a warm smile. You pause. It would be nice to have the company, but it wouldn’t be fair to have only him stay behind. He was probably just being polite anyway.

“No thank you, Tyler. I’d hate for you to miss out on the festivities. Go enjoy yourself,” you smile at him, but it felt forced. You didn’t really want to be here by yourself, but you couldn’t stand seeing all the happy faces of those you’ve probably killed over and over again in other universes. Tyler hesitates but nods in respect before leaving. The doors whooshed close behind them.

And then you were alone, staring out into deep space.

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Tyler had picked up on the face that his Captain wasn’t doing great, but he wasn’t sure why. He assumed it was probably because they didn’t have their family with them. Thankfully, he knew just the person that would help cheer the captain up.

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Vitals: Normal

ADS: Normal

Cryo: Normal

Reactor: Normal

Warp Core: N/A

Well at least that’s always what it’s said since the start of the voyage, minus the hiccup in the middle. After doing the necessary checks and selecting the correct buttons on the data pad, you wondered back over to the window. It was times like this you were happy that Mark had installed all of these windows, despite the issues they caused in other universes.

Your eyes slowly refocus on your own reflection. The bags under your eyes were a little more puffy than usual. Sleep was hard to get sometimes. But you could also see the Christmas tree's lights next to the control panel. Your thoughts drift back to some of your favourite holiday moments. Times with close family or friends. People who you haven’t seen in a very, very long time. Maybe… just maybe… this could be the moment you let yourself give into the Christmas spirit?

“Computer! Play something Christmas-y.”

The computer pauses before you start to hear a quiet version of one of your favourite Christmas songs. You smile to yourself before you suddenly hear the whoosh of the door opening. You quickly compose yourself and turn to see the Head Engineer walk through the door holding two drinks.

“Captain! There you are! I was wondering wher- … oh god what’s wrong? Are you ok?” He quickly rushes over, balancing the drinks on the control panel. You’re confused before you realise a few stray tears had fallen down your cheeks.

“Oh… I’m okay, Mark. Don’t worry about me,” you say as you wipe the tears away. “What are you doing here? I gave everyone the time off.”

Mark sheepishly rubbed his neck. “Yeah, I know, but I was hoping that by everyone you’d mean yourself included.” He offers one of the drinks to you. “I even brought one to share with you, captain.”

You glance over and hesitate. “well, I’m technically still on duty.” But one reassuring smile from Mark had you reaching over to accept the drink. You clink glasses together and stare out into space together.

“Why are you alone up here Captain? I-…We all would love to have you down there,” he corrected. You sigh and take a sip of your drink. It was very fizzy but light with a fruity aftertaste. Quite pleasant.

“I don’t know if I could see them all happy. Not after seeing the other thems. I doesn’t…feel right, I suppose.”

“Well you still have the right to enjoy yourself too.” Silence then fills the room. He puts a hand on your shoulder. “Look, myself and the other heads of departments have a surprise for you. Just… indulge us, please?”

You mull it over in your head before giving a nod. You walk together out of the room. As you walk down the hallway together you accidentally brush hands. You tried not to make the blush on your face obvious but feeling your heart jolt like that didn’t help. Eventually, you both make your way to the mess hall and the door whooshes open.

You see all of the other heads wearing various Christmas themed outfits, holding wrapped parcels and with big smiles on all of their faces - even Burt has a soft smile.

“Captain! You’re finally here! You can open this now!” Celci runs up to you while wearing her elf outfit and hands you a beautifully wrapped box with a big blue bow on top of it. You’re quickly ushered to sit down and start opening your present. You tear away at the wrapping to find a beautiful pair of gloves. They were very similar to the ones you were wearing but they had the softest insides to them. And stitched into the inside were your initials. These must’ve been custom made, possibly by Celci herself. You thank her profusely.

Burt had a simple Santa hat on and passed you a little box with some ribbon. You untie it and inside it is a keychain. It was a replica of the ones to drive the ship, but this one had miniatures of a wrench, an ice cube, a pistol, a hammer, a captain’s hat and even a mini Invincible II.

“It’s important to always keep those important close at hand,” he states. You smile at the gift and thank him. For once, this bit of wisdom from him did not freak you out.

Gunther was next. He wasn’t wearing anything different to his normal clothes (“It’s Die Hard! It’s a Christmas film!) but it was clear that someone, probably Celci, had put a snowman beanie on his head. He passes you something that seemed to be wrapped in foil. It was a custom made silver blaster that had your name engraved into the handle.

“For when you need protection exploring the new planet!” Though it did seem very excessive, he did reassure you it had a stun mode on it. You thanked him too.

Then various members of the rest of the crew came over to wish you merry Christmas and in the end you even got dragged to the theatre room to watch some of the classic Christmas films. Mark and Celci got into another one of their fights (Mark wanted to watch The Grinch Who Stole Christmas but Celci was determined to watch White Christmas). But in the end the crew took a vote and watched both of them and one or two others too.

It was getting very late and you were just about ready to go and sleep when someone tugged your hand. You looked to see it was none other than Mark.

“Come with me.”

You both promptly slip away from the party. He leads you to a quiet hallway and oddly stops you in one of the archways.

“I, uh, wanted to give you my present.”

“Mark you didn’t have to-" you try to say but then he put a finger over your lips, silencing you. He then points upwards, and you follow your finger to then see there was something hanging from the ceiling. Mistletoe.

Oh.

Oh.

You glance back at him. He waits to see if you were okay with what was about to happen. You nod and both of your lips gently brush against other while he embraces you. He gently pulls away and you can feel him smile as he whispered, “merry Christmas, Captain.”

Maybe Christmas wasn’t too bad after all.

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Merry Christmas everyone!! I hope you all liked this short story just in time for Christmas! I hope you are all safe and I will see you guys (hopefully) in the new year - Anx :)

[eboni-napalm]

TO MY FELLOW FEMALE/FEMALE-PRESENTING GUNTHER FANS!

I'm working on a reader-insert oneshot for him and know there's a small group of y'all who might be interested in reading some more stuff with him- if you wanna be added to the tag list for when it's out, feel free to reply to this or message me!

I'm gonna try having it out sooner rather than later! ❤️

[frickingnerd]

isara dating rosie's sibling

pairing: isara gunther x gn!reader

tags: protective!reader, reader defying rosie & protecting isara, soft & wholesome fluff, supportive!squad, plans for the future

despite rosie's hatred for the darksen, you have one darksen that you love more than anyone else in the world: isara!

your sister might not approve of your relationship with isara, but that doesn't stop you from dating her!

isara is the kindest and sweetest girl you've ever met and no matter what anyone says, you'll defend isara until your last breath!

not just with words, but in battle too! you are always by her side, making sure she's safe!

while rosie might not accept isara into the family, welkin is very supportive of your relationship with his sister and gladly welcomes you into the gunther family!

isara and you are just the sweetest couple and everyone within the squad is rooting for the two of you!

isara and you have plans for after the war, to move in together and start a family! and hopefully, until then your sister and isara finally get along…

[insane4fandoms]

Great Heights Of a Mistletoe

Summary: Captain is not short, Gunther is just very tall, and he uses it as his own Christmas present

A/N: out celebrating with family, forgot this was here, enjoy

@crazy-obsessed-enby

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Why did Mark have Burt sort the boxes?

You know sympathized with Celci at the struggling to reach for things. The box you were reaching for, it was filled candles and ornaments that was meant for the menorahs and tree.

Mark wanted for the ship to feel like he’s back home during the holidays, so you wanted it to feel special. You had the Crewmates help decorate the ship all over, even Celci got into the holiday spirit, throwing a make shift snowball at Mark was fun.

It was your job to decorate for the tree and menorahs, Mark and Burt were on present duty, Mack and Celci were making hot chocolate.

And Gunther- wait, where was Gunther again-?

“My my, Captain. Even after the whole wormhole incident, you still don’t ask for help,” You dreaded the voice to the one who grabbed the box. You could feel his body behind you, teasingly hovering the box above your head.

“Well, since you know me so well, I’ll take that, thank you,” You rolled your eyes and reached for the box, but Gunther lifted it higher, a growing smug smile on his lips.

“Gunther,” You said, a little exasperated. What a sight to see, the Captain of the Invincible II, getting teased by the ADS leader, how charming. You turned to fully face the man, who was still smiling that damn cigar.

“My bad, Captain, I think you’re too short to grab the box,” He snorted, amused at the situation as he leaned closer to you. You were the opposite, yet you couldn’t help but feel your face all hot. The damn man knew how to make you flustered.

“I’m not short, Gunther. You’re just tall,” You retorted back, causing him to laugh. The dumb and charming laugh you apparently fell for. Just as he finished laughing, he raised an eyebrow and looked up, a mischievous look fell on his face.

“Now would you look at that?” You looked up too, and you suddenly wanted to curl up into a ball out of embarrassment. A god damn mistletoe was above the two of you. You blame Mark for this, as it was a storage room, so he thought two couples would’ve wanted some alone time.

“Well, we can’t just ignore tradition, can we?” He teased, leaning against the shelf, the box now on the floor. You could easily grab the box and go, but you knew you couldn’t leave right now without your face looking like Mack when he gets really angry.

“Have you got no shame?” You covered your face with your arm, not wanting Gunther to see your red face, but the bastard knew you were blushing because of him.

“Not an ounce in me,” He chuckled, blowing smoke into your face. That damn scent is going to linger you just know it. He put out his cigar, and gave a fake pout, making you realize he’ll let you go if you gave him a little kiss. You weighed the options of either giving him one kiss, or having Mark and Mack tackle him to the ground.

‘Fuck it, it’s the holidays,’ You thought, grabbing the collar of Gunther’s hoodie, pulling him into a passionate kiss. A surprise noise came out of him, eyes wide and face red as yours. But soon, he melted and placed his hands on your waist, eventually pulling away.

“You’re so lucky you were on the nice list, imagine if you were naughty, hmm?” You purred, tilting his head so he could look down at you. His breathes were ragged, cheeks dusted pink, but a small dopey smile grew.

“God, I love you,” He breathed out, his stupid yet loving grin returning. You just smiled as Gunther pulled you into another kiss, only hearing the two of you breathing, and slight jingles coming from Gunther’s belt.

“Aww, how cute,” Celci awed. Her and Mack were trying to find where you were, with the Cryo leader stopping Mack as they stared at the scene in front of them.

“That’s gross,” Mack gagged in feign disgust, with Celci elbowing him, thinking it was cute. Not sure why you would kiss Gunther and not her, but she respects your choice.

“You owe me 50 bucks Mack,”

“Dammit!”

[breadyeetking]

Dude new headcanon that is so heartwarming to me. I love the idea captain has friend ship bracelets with there head crew (Mark,Mack,Gunther,Celci, and Burt) all have there name.

I can see mark being like a happy puppy when captain gave him his. Like thanks you 100xs and gives you a hug (if you like hugs of course)

Mack probably acted like he didn’t care and said he was going to throw it away. It currently lives in his pant pocket or one on his shirt.

Gunther would act all chill like “thanks captain” he definitely wears it but it breaks a lot and he tries to fix it on his own. But if he can’t fix it he will go to you (the captain) and ask you to fix it.

Celci would be shocked but would happily accept it. She definitely wears it but make sure it won’t get damaged at all. She definitely looks at it if she feels upset. Brings her comfort.

Burt was the calm one. He definitely loves it like everyone else and it makes him feel appreciated. He definitely thanks you in a weird poetry way like he always dose.

All in all I think they would love them no matter what and treasure it.