#he is rotting my brain from the inside out I need him carnally

[moongreenlight]

More childhood best friend!Gaz headcanons because I cannot stop thinking about him

He’s your valentine every single year. Started as his dad trying to teach him proper etiquette when he was young and just never stopped. A bouquet of flowers on your stoop and a cheap card he scratches a note into. Never signs his name. Just ends ‘xx.’

He chaperoned your first real date in high school because your dad paid for his tank of gas. The guy you were keen on never called you back after. It took you until you were seventeen to realize that it was probably because Kyle was sitting on the same side of the booth as you and spoon feeding you bites of dinner.

He also ruined your first real relationship when he beat your boyfriend to asking you to formal (a full two months early). You tried to explain that it didn’t mean anything, but he just couldn’t understand. Kyle said it was for the better while you sobbed into his shoulder. “Tosser can’t cope with the fact he’ll always be second place. Better not to waste your time.”

His basic training was 26 weeks away from home. He went immediately after picking up his diploma. It was the most miserable summer of your entire life. Spent primarily waiting by the mailbox for the postman to deliver your daily letters back and forth. He’s started signing off “Garrick. x.”

Both of your families went to his graduation, but his mother insisted you were the one to tap him out. You barely recognized him, like the summer where his family took a month long vacation and he came back a full four inches taller. He’s bigger now, his shoulders permanently rolled back, but he still carries himself with that same cool ease.

He barely stays long enough to say his hello’s to everyone until he takes you back to the car and lays you out in the backseat. Griping the whole way about how “you’d be in a hurry, too. Couldn’t even get away with a wank in the shower.” And “s’your duty to the country. You wanna thank me for my service, don’t you?” You swear the two of you fit easier six months ago, but now he’s cramped between the seats. Caged in tight. His head bumps the window each time he snaps his hips into you.

You seriously considered moving close to base when you found out he was being permanently relocated after joining the task force, but he wouldn’t hear a word about it.

So you settle on sending each other disposable cameras back and forth. You’ve got a picture of him on a mission in Amsterdam framed up in your hall. He’s got a cigarette hanging out of his big, toothy smile, posing like an overexcited tourist in front of a lingerie shop with a display window that made your ears hot when you first saw it.

He called you a few days after his incident with the helo in Urzikstan. Boasted his adventure with only a whispering tremble on the soft underside of his tough facade. Carried on until you wretched dryly into the receiver. Working yourself up into sick with worry even though he promised he was fine, just sticking to the ground for a bit.

Even though you’re seeing him less nowadays, he’s still somehow coming between you and any romantic pursuits you make. You chalk it up to coincidence most of the time, but a blind eye can only be turned so far.

He seems to have a sixth sense for when you’re on a date or a one night stand. Sending texts and pictures that could be misconstrued as flirty to someone who didn’t know the dynamic at just the wrong moment every time. And there was the one time where he sent flowers to your desk at work just a few days after you’d said something about a coworker getting sweet on you.

It happened so often that you eventually decided that the dating scene just wasn’t for you. Resigned to focus on work and friends. Adopting a new mantra of “if it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”

You’ve got no idea why Kyle is so pleased to hear about the conclusion you’ve come to. Or why he’s suddenly coming back home for a few weeks.

[wint3r-h3art]

Apotheosis | Miguel O'Hara

Apotheosis—the highest point in the development of something; culmination or climax.

Word count: 2.0k

Warnings: pwp. brain rotting smut with slight angst. Cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal sex. Some soft moment between Miguel & Reader. MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

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Sweat trickled down your temples as your back arched forward. Wordless panting passed through your parted lips as your mind singularly focused on his touches.

He was relentless in his assault–dragging the flat of his tongue across the seam of your drenching folds, lapping at your juices, and drinking you greedily as if you were the nectar of the gods. His thick fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs as he held you there with your knees to your chest, exposing every part of you to him.

His large body easily covered yours. Effortless in the way he moved–almost like a dance. He was a hulking presence of his own, dwarfing you so easily within the proximity.

Miguel’s face was buried into your pussy, unrelenting in his quest to unravel you bit by bit. His tongue parted the nether lips and pressed into your needy hole, pushing it into you slowly before withdrawing it again. Occasionally, you hear the lewd slurping sound pushed through the haze of your drunken desire for him. It was a slow torturous affair where he was taking his time, savoring you.

A Deep rumbling noise emitted from his chest and vibrated straight to your aching core, making your clit throb to your frantic heartbeat. The tip of his tongue pushed against your clit and swirled around the sensitive bud before he sucked on it, making every molecule in your body scream for him.

He eyed you as he was fucking you with his mouth, toying with your clit until your body shook and quivered at the mercy of his will, only then he would stop, giving you some time to breathe before he started his assault upon your senses all over again.

It felt like it was never-ending as your body was once more strung up and approaching the crescendo. Miguel was wordless as he concentrated on bringing you another mind-shattering orgasm. Of course, it wasn’t long. It never was. He was always so eager, so you came with a soft sob as your body strained and convulsed in his embrace. But still, he held onto you with a vice-like grip, pinning you down as his mouth was still attached to your core.

You have lost count of how many times you have come–hell, your mind was so delirious this time around that all you could do was laid there, waiting for him to be done.

A sly smirk etched at the corner of his perfect lips. His tongue darted out to lick the slick remnant of your release. His eyes had never left yours.

It all started with a simple touch–an innocent one almost. You accidentally nicked your finger with a knife while you were peeling fruits. The next thing you know, he was there, taking your hand into his and observing the cut. It wasn’t a bad one of course. All you needed was a bandage, but Miguel thought otherwise.

Your brain stopped functioning entirely when he suddenly placed your finger inside his mouth. His tongue slide over the shallow wound, and you could feel your pussy throb suddenly as heat rushed up to the tip of your ears. Your body felt like it was set ablaze as he averted his eyes to meet yours while he was still sucking on your finger. His expression was unhinged, yet there was something about the way his eyes bored into yours that made your pussy quiver.

“Push me away,” he told you once he release your finger, eyes still bored into yours with an unyielding gaze. You could see the way his muscles flexed and strained–the way his neck muscles would cord as if he was trying to refrain from giving in to his carnal desires. “Say that you hate me,” he said again, this time taking a step forward crowding your space as if he was trying to scare you.

It didn’t work of course.

“What?--I don’t hate you.”

“Well you should,” he said again, leaning his large, hulking form closer to you. “Everyone hates me.”

“That’s not true. I like yo—” You stopped yourself before blurting out the rest of the words as you stared up at him, mortified.

Panic began to set in, and felt like all the air in your lungs was getting sucked out. He wasn’t supposed to know. Nobody was supposed to know–yet here you were, casually confessing to a man that probably hate your gut.

Then he touched you, and all of the invasive thoughts melted away instantly.

There was something soft and gentle in the way his fingertips traced the side of your cheek that made your skin prick with goosebumps.

“Don’t say that…” His voice came out almost too soft. His eyes melted into a liquid crimson.

“Say what?”

At this point, you were as enticed by him as he was by you, but both of you wanted to be the first to admit the kind of effect you had on each other.

“That you like me…” The words came out like an admission—his way of surrendering to the lingering feeling he had been suspecting for the past months.

“Why not?”

“Because it gives me hope…” He sounded so sad that it made you ache.

His thumb stroked your cheek and you lost all of your ability to think. You realized you wanted those hands all over you. All over. Every inch of your skin. He was large and powerful. His shoulders were broad. His chest was wide and hard. He could easily snap you in half if he wished. Yet his touch was gentle like he was trying to be careful.

“W-what?”

It was like he was running out of patience at that moment.

“Just push me away before I do something stupid,” he said again. His nostrils flared as his liquid rubies glanced down to your lips.

“Like…”

“God, woman. If you don’t go now, I will kiss you!” He hissed frustratingly. Clearly, he was losing this battle.

“Kiss me then,” you bravely said though it came out weaker than you imagined inside your head. Heat bloomed across your face as you mustered up the courage to look up to him in the eyes. You noticed that Miguel’s mouth hung agape for a brief second as if the gears inside of his head were slowly clicking into place. “I won’t stop you,” you added meekly when you noticed that Miguel was still staring at you with his mouth open.

And like a snap of a finger, he inched closer until your lips were a mere millimeter away from one another. He paused there as if he was waiting for you to change your mind and run away from him, but you did the opposite.

You stood on your tip-toe and closed in the distance as your lips found his…which brought you here, lying beneath him as Miguel slowly loomed over your form as you lay there, trying to catch your breath from the God-knows-what number of orgasms he just gave you.

The tip of your breast brushed his warm, hard chest as he leaned forward and kissed you. His lips parted instantly. Greedy and hungry for the taste of you. His tongue danced with yours, flicking and sliding. Your taste lingered on his tongue as he greedily devoured you. His large palms cupping your facing prevented you from turning away from him. But how could you when he was the only thing that occupied your mind? Every breath you take, you were breathing him. It was almost scary how much a person has such a hold on you.

Yet you allowed it.

You tipped your head back, allowing him to kiss his way down to the column of your throat where he would nip and suck until you groaned beneath him. Your body shivered as you felt the head of his cock dragging across the plain of your stomach, filling you with nothing but a sense of anticipation of the promise of euphoric bliss. Your pussy was practically begging for him, clenching at the nothingness as his lips found your stiff peak, suckling on it until you moaned.

Miguel’s nose was buried in your skin, completely drowning himself with nothing but your scent. Your soft skin felt warm and inviting to him. His large hands roamed your body, relishing in the ample curve in his palms. He was feasting on your nipple, pulling one of them then the other into his mouth. His groaned reverberating into your chest when he felt your fingers buried in his hair and tugging it. His fingers easily slipped between your slippery folds. So hot and so ready for him.

Miguel tore himself from your breast as he fingered you slowly, eyes watching as pleasure crowded your sanity once more. The soft, squelching sound filled the room as his breathing become erratic. His cock was straining, practically begging to fill you with warm, inviting heat.

Once he had enough, he moved down to seat himself between your legs. His eyes never left yours as he palm his cock in his hand. You couldn’t help but stare at how hot and heavy he was for you. He settled himself at your entrance, probing the head of his cock along your folds first, coating the thick shaft with your juices before he pushed in.

You reacted with a jolt as he stretched you out. Your ass practically came off the mattress, legs hanging in the air as he thrust deep into you.

A deep groan rumbled like soft thunder rolling over the earth as he settled into a slow pace, inching forward bit by bit until you completely sheathed him to the base. You fought a whimper as you wrapped your legs around his taut waist, taking him deeper. You could feel every muscle in his body strained and corded from the effort alone.

Miguel grunted as his movement slowly became erratic. It seemed like whatever control he had left was slowly slipping. His hips surged with a powerful push, knocking all of the air right out of your lungs, while his grip on yours was relentless, guaranteeing to leave marks later.

He felt your wall flutter around him while your head thrashed from side to side. He knew you were close and the prospect of feeling the way your pussy spasm and squeezing his cock filled him with anticipation.

He thrust hard, jolting your body forward while letting his free hand roam to the space where you connected to find your sensitive bud. His dexterous fingers were rubbing and stroking, sending you reeling as your body reacted on instinct.

You came with a loud sob as your body pulsed and shuddered, your pussy rippling around his cock, squeezing him and milking him before Migule reluctantly pulled away and came all over your stomach.

None of you moved when it was over.

None of you wanted to move. Miguel stayed knelt between your legs, hunched over with one hand holding to his not soft cock, stroking until the last rament of his cum completely spent on you.

Silent filled the room when he moved to lay next to you, breathless and panting. Perspiration dampened his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. You were too exhausted and boneless from all of the earth-shattering orgasms he had given you that trying to find words to remedy the silence was far out of your mind.

In all honesty, there was no need to when he turned and draped his arm over you while his face was buried in your neck, mumbling sweet nothing into your skin before exhaustion overtook you both.