#flamingodrabbles

[tropicflamingo]

I was pretty sick last week and STILL getting over all the congestion but it got me thinking about....

Awkward!Ghost who comes back from a long deployment looking forward to being a hermit with you at home. Only to walk in and find you sniffling and sneezing on the couch, tissues scattered with your favorite cuddle blanket pressed over your nose to help you breathe.

Awkward!Ghost who just stands there looking down at you as you smile at him, "It's just a little cold, I think this is the worst of it, don't worry Simon." It was not the worst of it. For two more days you ran a low grade fever and your sinuses decided to torture you with excessive mucus and as a bonus - clogged ears giving you bouts of vertigo.

Awkward!Ghost who never considered himself the caretaker type and genuinely doesn't know what to do. So he'll just follow as you shuffle from bed to the bathroom, or to the kitchen to make a warm tea to drink. He'll watch as you collapse on the couch clutching a box of tissues and your blanket. When you fall asleep he'll keep watching you, making sure your chest keeps with the steady rise and fall of breathing.

Awkward!Ghost who carries you to bed because he can't sleep well without your body present. So when you wake up confused in the dim light, he shifts to let you know. "Simon I don't want you getting sick too!" You plead all hoarse and stuffy nose. It makes his lips tick up in a small grin, "Don' worry bout me lovie. 'Mnot goin' anywhere soon."

Awkward!Ghost who is gone when you wake from a dead sleep finally feeling like a human again. As you emerge from the shower he's standing there with a paper bag of sandwiches from your favorite deli. No fanfare, no 'feeling better?', just his giant frame blocking the door, eyes scanning you over.

Awkward!Ghost who might not be a caretaker or great nurse, but he's a steady presence, always watching and observing. A sentinel standing nearby, protecting what he loves most.

[tropicflamingo]

Joking around with Ghost saying "Let's be creeps together!"

Silence. Oh no. Maybe that didn't come across as joking enough?

Then a gruff, "Olright."

"Wait...really?"

[tropicflamingo]

Dirty Talk

Johnny McTavish x reader

The sounds of laughter, voices mingling and clanging of dishes from the kitchen are still audible up on the second floor. “Afraid they’ll hear us?” Johnny breathes against your ear. You bite your lip on a particular deep roll of his hips. “Aye, let them hear. Let them know Ahm fillin’ up this tight, wet cunt.” He grunts making you clench. “Oh she likes that eh? Knew you were a dirty girl.” His pace slows even more, “My bonnie, dirty girl.”

“Fuck..” You grit out. Not more than twenty minutes ago you had pulled Johnny aside in the midst of his family gathering, asking if you both could go for a walk outside to get some air from the crowded house. With a sharp grin and squeeze of his hand on your hip he snuck you both out of sight and up the stairs to a room at the end of the hall. His old bedroom that was now a spare for a cousin who had flown in for the get together.

“What if they walk in?” You asked spotting luggage propped against the dresser. The click of the doors lock answered that question, “Too early for anyone to be tuckin’ in now. Relax bonnie.”

Footsteps were ascending the stairs, “Johnny…” You whined, eyes rolling back with each slow drag of his cock barely pulling out of your hole. “Shh. You want them to hear?” You can feel his grin against your neck, so you dig your nails into the meat of his ass. He hisses, hips stuttering, “Gonna make me cum early if ya keep tha’ up.”

The footsteps stop short and dissapear into the bathroom two doors away. A sigh escapes you that quickly shifts to a drawn out groan. “There she is,” Johnny’s hips speed up but only a fraction, “Gonna let them all know wha’ we’re doin’,” He grunts before grabbing your wrists and pinning them beside your head. Then he lowers his weight onto your hips, sinking him in that much deeper. You whimper as a loud squelch from your combined fluids makes your legs part wider for him. “Fuck, you hear tha’? Most beautiful sound in the world..” His hips snap, “Feelin’ like hot silk just squeezin’ mah-,” A loud, unabashed moan drops his face to the crook of your neck where he mouths and licks.

“Johnny, Johnny please…” You beg. Wanting his slow, leisurely pace to pick up in intensity. “I know, I know Bon.” A faint caress of lips at your temple, “Lemme just -,” A groan as he switches to a sleazy grind, “Christ. I gotta…make sure it takes. Wanna fill ye wit’ my bairn, make you an honest woman, give ye mah name.” Your eyes roll shut, a breathy moan escaping as the heat starts to coil. “You and me.” He pants before bracing his arms on the mattress and thrusting hard. “Yes, yes, yes…” Your voice sounds far away to your own ears as everything melds to one moment.

You come together. Johnny growling and pushing as deep as possible while you bite down on his shoulder in an attempt to muffle your scream. Neither one of you hear the knock at the door.

Born from a smutty daydream I had. I think Johnny is one hell of a dirty talker and I like it! Also my first ever smut writing, and yes I cringed and giggled when I typed out 'cock' lol. Im an adult I swear 😅

[tropicflamingo]

You think the 141 guys can cook?

No? Only Gaz maybe?

Wrong they are all differing states of pathetic.

Ghost

Of course he can a mean cuppa but thats about it. On the rare occasion he does want to eat something other than take out it's all frozen meals or instant pantry staples. Seasonings? Just salt if he remembers. And he usually doesn't since he's too impatient during the cooking process and just wants to shovel his face full before collapsing on the couch to watch a match.

Gaz

Bless his heart, he really wants to cook and eat good. But he just isn't blessed with that innate sense of just knowing how to throw things together and make it taste good. Following directions works at first before he gets waayy to in his head and starts second guessing, leaving the instant potatoes way too runny and the rice way too dry. He has lots of videos saved on his phone of dishes he wants to try but it's all kinda a pipe dream still.

Soap

Do not leave this man in a kitchen unsupervised. Boiling water to cook some pasta? He gets bored waiting thus making him wander off to find that shirt he remembers hasn't seen for months so he's gotta look for it. Pre heat the oven for a frozen pizza? Nah it'll be fine. Just toss it in while cranking it up to 400 degrees and leave it in a bit longer it'll even out aye? His fellow apartment neighbors hate him for setting the smoke alarm off all.the.time.

Price

He is a simple man with a simple palate. Meat and potatoes is a go to. Frozen sausage biscuits and eggs for breakfast. Protein bars for snacks. Can eat the same thing everyday with no problem. Dreams of owning a nice grill but because of work duties won't be home enough to use it often :(

[tropicflamingo]

You never liked the smell of cigarette smoke. It always reminded you of the dark, dingy bars you frequented before joining the military. Groups of assholes holding their cigs in hand leering at girls, old drunkards looking as if they can't escape thinking about the past....

During the brief, sacred moments on missions where you and the team were granted a half hour or less to breathe and wait while Price awaited orders from the higher ups, the smell of smoke would waft to you.

At first, you're head snapped to where you thought the offending smell came from. Not Gaz, not Johnny, not even Price...

It was Ghost.

You never caught onto when or how long it took before you began to relax at the smell. How it made your body relax and sink back against the wall as you sat and waited.

You never gave it any thought when you followed that smell outside the base walls to where he was, leaning back against the wall, smoke tendrils curling into the night.

You never said a word as you stood next to him, quietly breathing in deep as he leisurely smoked his cigarette. And he never said anything.

You didn't realize that smell brought you comfort, helped you drift to sleep at night because you now associated it with him. And he made you feel safe.