Woke Up Wanting To Write Something With My Pretty Boy Kyle And This Was Born.

woke up wanting to write something with my pretty boy kyle and this was born.

cw: nsfw. fem!reader. gaz obsessing over the pretty college girl by his side. implied future stalking ig? unedited.

someone catches Kyle’s attention on the plane.

his legs are on the verge of cramping and his breath is ragged, running to board his connection flight at the last call. after falling off a helicopter twice in the last operations, he developed an uneasiness of flying, no matter the aircraft, preferring taking the train over being miles up in the air, even if it triples the travel. but this time, he just wanted to get home the fastest way possible for a much-needed night of sleep in his own bed, instead of the barely cushioned military-issued mattress.

he hopped on the plane and made his way through the corridor, gaze fixed on the numbers under the luggage rack, attentively looking for his spot. he stopped by row thirteen, eyes darting between the number and the woman on the window seat. i could’ve sworn i marked that one when i booked? Kyle checks the boarding ticket again – row 13, seat A. it’s the right seat, why is there someone on it? 

an annoyed sigh escapes his lips, gathering the energy to speak up and reclaim his rightfully bought seat. the problem is, he gets ultimately struck when the seat-thief notices him standing and turns to face him. wide eyes meet his brown ones, immediately softening at the sight of your tempting glossy lips and delicate fingers pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. pretty little thing.

“i’m sorry, is this your seat? it was empty on the first flight,” you say, an apologetic tone in your voice as you frantically close the book on your lap and shove it in a bag, “i’ll move back for you–”

“it’s alright, keep it.” he interrupts, throwing his carry-on in the rack and taking the empty middle spot beside you. he smirks at your appreciative nod and watches you settling again on the backrest, buckling the seatbelt at the shining signal hovering your heads and paying extra attention to the flight attendant announcements, even when no one around seems to care. sweet girl, so considerate to everyone.

the plane starts speeding on the runway, and from his peripheral he views your squeezed eyes and nearly white fingers gripping the armrest, breathing quickening during the gravity push of the take off. it takes a moment for you to release your tight grasp and exhale, making his hand twitch with an urge to soothe you, tell you that you’re safe.

he shakes the sensation and leans his head back, focusing on the one thing he can do to pass the time – sleep. but he can’t keep his gaze out of you, glancing to his left whenever you make a movement, no matter how small. the rapid keyboard tapping guides his irises to your laptop screen, catching a few words in a sea of what for him sounds like an alien language. DNA strand? allele? locus mutation?

he sneaks a look through your figure and his eyes land on the familiar blue logo on your hoodie, the same one he always sees on the walk from the market to his flat. uni a couple blocks from me. do you live on campus? or nearby? that neighborhood is awful at night, full of old blokes searching the pubs for a quick fuck with a naive college girl. but you seem smart, not the type to fall for their tricks, right?

the harder he tries to avoid your presence, the more you make yourself known, almost making him feel like it’s on purpose. the way your plump lips wrap on the water bottle, slight drop scaping on the corner and trailing down your neck, your flowery perfume filling his nostrils when you shift on your seat to remove the top layer of your clothing, exposing the low-cut blouse underneath and the soft roundness of your tits. is that for me, sweet girl? need a break from studying so hard? the sudden tightness of his trousers brings him back to his senses, stirring the thought out of his brain. 

keep it cool, Garrick, he repeats over and over in his mind, ignoring the tent forming on his lap and praying to whatever god is out there that you won’t see it, even while standing up and brushing your legs on his knees to get to the corridor due the cramped space. however, he doesn’t miss how the guy by his side shamelessly ogles your cleavage when you step past him, making his blood boil and his fists clench – like he wasn’t doing the same exact thing minutes before.

while you're away, he glances at your screen again, noticing the constant message notifications from the contact ‘Marcus - DO NOT ANSWER’. already looking bad for you, mate. curiosity takes hold of him and he starts reading the texts, silently chuckling at the guy’s pathetic attempts to get your attention. what did he do to earn a cold shoulder, sweetheart? did he hurt you? didn’t he pay enough attention to you? i bet he couldn’t even fuck you the way you deserve. 

he keeps skimming the messages until the grin tugging on the corners of his mouth fades into a frown when he reads ‘you’re gonna regret leaving me’. now, who’s this prick? think you’ll get away with threatening my girl?

his body stiffens when you come back, eyes darting back to the small telly in front of him when your hand brushes on his thigh while sitting once again. he hears your irritated huff when you skim through the messages, shutting the laptop with near violence. i can take care of him for you, love. you won’t have to deal with that by yourself anymore. 

the pilot’s muffled voice coming through the speakers and announcing the landing shortens his daydreams about getting rid of Marcus. it would be a great way to keep himself busy while on leave, making sure to do it fast and secretly, of course, just to protect his sweet little thing. poor guy wouldn’t even know what hit him.

the pressure change on his ear is the telltale sign of the aircraft lowering its altitude, landing gear out to hit the lane and brake the machine. he turns to the side, watching again your knitted eyebrows and how your nails dig into the seat. this time he doesn’t contain himself and his hand gently lingers over yours, the softness of it sending lightning strikes over his body and almost making him cum instantly. 

your glinting eyes find his face with a grateful gaze, lips mouthing a sugary thank you when the plane finally stops. he helps you take your handbag out of the rack with ease, using the situation to flaunt his muscles. i can even pick you up, darling. would love to feel your pretty thighs around my waist. you wouldn’t have to walk a day in your life. 

his eyes follow the sway of your hips through the airport, heart almost bursting when you wave goodbye and flash him a timid smile. you think that’s the last time you’ll see him, he thinks this is just the beginning. a name and university? he’s used to finding people with even less information. see you soon, sweet girl.

ghost has a cute, innocent little ready over his lap, taking a harsh spanking. reader didn’t even realize she was being a brat! but simon holds her hand and keeps her pinned down while his hand reddens her poor, ample bum. simon whispers sweet praises, making sure she knows she’ll be a good girl after she takes her punishment

♡♡𝆬 ✨nonnie! when i tell you i found the perfect video for this oh my goodness, but nonnie! you really hadn't noticed you were being bratty ˙◠˙ the thing is simon had promised to take you out to do whatever you wanted that day, but he was still in a meeting with laswell and the 141 team. this shouldn't have bothered you as much as it did, 'cause simon had work to do, and he'd told you that he did-- s'just he was taking so long and by the time he'd be done you would barely have any time to do what you wanted ˙◠˙

ok well, perhaps you were a little mouthy, and maybe you did stomp around for a bit in front of the team, but! you didn't think you were being bratty, just a tiny bit frustrated. and though simon adores his usually, sweet, and perfect little angel, he didn't like the back talk and your little scene. and wouldn't allow you to get away with it just because you were impatient, not without punishment.

which is why you find yourself in the debriefing room that the meeting took place in, bent over simon's thighs and dress pooling around your waist, tears burning in rivulets down your cheeks as you sneakily attempt to cover your sore bum from him. "m'sorry daddy, i didn't mean to, i r-really didn't!" you stutter, body quivering in anticipation.

you can't help but whine when he grasps your hands within his large hand, linking them together. "oh, i know pet. but i told you earlier 'fore we left the house t'be a good girl. didn't i?" he questions, rubbing small circles on your red ass, he hums softly, a rumble in his chest when you nod loosely, hiccuping softly. "say it," you whine softly but speak up. "y-yes, daddy."

simon reels his hand back to send another smack across your ass and you keen, trying to wiggle away from the harsh yet indulgent impact. "it hurts!" another hum. " s' supposed to pet, but you'll be my good girl after, hm?"

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒!

Dear Simon…

Simon is on leave his wife and four boys make him letters  and he reads them while away

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Dear Simon, 

I hope you are taking care of yourself… I know you think you only need 30 minutes of sleep but I promise these extra 8 hours will do you some good. I'm going stir crazy without you here but i've gotten so much done to occupy the time when I’m not absolutely infatuated with you

You’ll be so proud of me! I finally cleaned under the stove and found that old football magnet you lost! Who knew the boys could shove that many fruit-loops under the fridge? And! While I was looking for more plain balaclavas for you I came across the cutest Bluey jumper for Laurie- next letter I send I’ll give you a polaroid of him wearing it. 

I know you’d say something like “good job, pet” 

God I miss you  and so do the boys ; Carney keeps telling his friend ‘daddy is a superhero’ and Tommy has started to do that baby gurgling- thing?? Don’t know if it’s his attempt at speech but it’s so cute! He’s finally growing a face- looks just like you. Kinda eerie, honestly …

Please be safe, you know how I worry. 

hugs and kisses

Three months is starting to feel like three years. This must be how you felt when I was in Urzikstan with Farrah and Alex…and then back in Urzikstan with Price, Gaz, and Laswell… god that feels like ages ago! You remember meeting up in Las Almas and all that sand came out of my hijab?? God - what I wouldn't do to see Farrah and Alex again. When you come home we should contact that- I'm sure Price knows how to. 

Anyway! Seymour and Carney are at each other's throats again- yesterday morning your son took your painting supplies and dumped it all over his little brother's bed? Made him clean it up and apologize but I just don't know what else to do. I try talking to Seymour but you know him, he's so… he doesn't like to talk he just gets so angry. He reminds me of Tommy…

I love you, please come home

(p.s. Here's the jumper I told you about)

I’m worried about Seymour. He hit Carney today…I'm not sure what to do and I really need you home. Please send back, I'm worried about you. Six months? What could Price possibly need for 6 months?

I love you, dovie 

(p.s. Don't forget to cut your hair. We don't need a repeat of last time)

Hey dad…Mum wants me to write to you I guess. Don't really see the point. Mum says you're back in Las Almas which is cool, I guess. Is Mexico like in the movies or is that all fake stuff? Uncle Gaz gave me one of those coin things - peso? Maybe he'll bring me back another, can you ask him for me?

Mum says I need to talk to you about my anger? I dont think I'm angry, I just think… well everyone is annoying, yeah? Like Tommy is a baby and can't do much of anything. Laurie is attached to mum's hip and never leaves her. Carney is dumb and won't leave me alone. He always wants to hang out and it's embarrassing! I've asked mum to tell him to stop but she won't. And you can't do anything since you're away with work so now i'm stuck with three annoying little brothers. 

I didn't even want siblings. 

You should come home, she wont stop cleaning. The whole house smells like bleach. Eight months is longer than usual, last time you were this late Mum nearly had a cow

You should come home now. 

Bye, Seymour

(p.s. Mum tried cutting my hair, looks just as bad as when you do it)

I signed him up for rugby this year, maybe it will even out his short fuse? I told the boys we might be able to call you this week but I think they all know I'm lying. Sometimes I worry they like you more. You're all they talk about- for good reason but still… is Seymour so angry because it's me home for once? Instead of you? God, I'm pathetic. 

I got your wedding resized like I  know youve been meaning to and I got ours both cleaned and shined- felt like the Queen afterwards!

Took Carney back to the ER- your son needs to be a sticker restriction because I refuse to let another doctor pull them from his nose!

Tommy is starting to make sounds and he almost looks like a full person- though he's still got that newborn old man face. 

Lauire and I redid the garden and I managed to save our snow peas from dying like last year!

The roof leaked again. The boys helped me fix it just the way you showed us! And we cleaned the gutters- see i told you i'd do okay if an apocalypse hit!

Anyways, I love you, Wish me luck at rugby practice

(p.s. He's so cute in his jersey)

Dad! You should have been at my match! I scored twice and got the winning point! You’d be like the other boys' dads yelling and getting crazy on the sidelines! Mum even got into it with Will Greysonns mum! Should’ve seen the way she got right in her face. Don't know what it was about - something about a foul ?? Who cares, we won!

You have to be there for our next game cause we are playing against Will’s team and I'm worried mummy might really fight that lady!

I passed years classes and some of my teammates are in my classes this year- Mum thinks I'm gonna get popular or something? (i'm already cool duh)

Our next match is in two weeks, please come home.

Seymour

They won

We need you Home.

Love You

Hello my darling,

We are missing you more than ever. The boys are going stir crazy without daddy and now I’m positive they like you more! Seymour is begging me to send you videos of his matches but I wouldn't want to risk anything so you’ll just have to see him in action when you get back. 

We love you! 

Below the final letter is a crude signature from each of his boys with a small finger paint hand of Tommy. 

Simon quietly folds the well-loved and well-worn notes into familiar creases and places it in his breast pocket. A deep sigh rattled his bones, causing an elderly creak to shift up his torso and into his exhausted back. The young father sighs, a bout of guilt creeping up his neck, welcoming demons of shame leaves reddened footprints- hives finding their way above layers of eye black and purple eye bags that have rented space on his face this last year. 

“Ghost? Price is ready.” Gaz speaks, popping his head in for just a moment before quickly turning and shooting down the hall, yelling for Soap. The two sergeants bumble down the nearly empty hall, knocking into walls as they playfully shove each other. Their laughter echoes until it slithers beneath heavy, military-grade doors and brings Simon to reality. They'd all had cabin fever, never being away for longer than a couple months- but a full year? Hulled up in Las Almas was wearing on the whole team- even Los Vaqueros. 

Simon stands, stretching out sandy bones, reactivating joints, and resetting his shoulder that hasn't been able to stay in place since they'd been hijacked on the way out of the city. 

“LT!” Soap yells, “Evac!”

Simon nods, mostly to himself. The soldier groans, popping his back and gently patting the notes tucked into his vest packet. With heavy feet and a warm tint to his cheeks and ears, Simon follows the rest of 141 to their helicopter, mind cleared and heart full.

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MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Roldofo “nock that attitude off before I fuck it out of you” Parra.

simon 'ghost' riley who says you guys can't be in a relationship because he's emotionally unavailable.

simon 'ghost' riley who doesn't stay the night because he's afraid you'll get too attached.

simon 'ghost' riley who tells you he's just using you for your body. that's it.

simon 'ghost' riley who says you're nothing too him but a toy.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he's too cold hearted for you.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he's too old for you.

simon 'ghost' riley who claims he's just a shell of a man.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he'll ruin you.

simon 'ghost' riley who says you're too sweet for him.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he'll hurt you.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he's too dark and demented for you.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he's too broken to be in a relationship with you.

...

simon 'ghost' riley the fucking liar

...

simon 'ghost' riley who was pussywhipped the first night with you.

simon 'ghost' riley constantly messaging you when he's deployed. 'good mornings' and 'good nights' every day without fail.

simon 'ghost' riley who was gentle the first night together.

simon 'ghost' riley who spends most of the night cuddling and soothing you.

simon 'ghost' riley who barely even has sex with you most nights, preferring to just being in your presence, existing.

simon 'ghost' riley who goes straight to your home after deployment and falls asleep on your couch.

simon 'ghost' riley who treats your body like a temple - always putting your pleasure before his.

simon 'ghost' riley who indulges in whatever your interests are. even if he's deployed. that singer you like? got tickets for you and a friend. favourite food? there's an uber order on the way. you said you like those shoes? it's at your front door. that book you're currently obsessed with? bought the rest of the serious and the limited edition hardcovers. tattoo you want? money sent.

simon 'ghost' riley who makes sure you're eating and drinking right.

simon 'ghost' riley who remembers the tiniest details you've told him. so he makes sure you're taking necessary medication at the right time. reminds you of appointments.

simon 'ghost' riley who couldn't sleep after your first argument.

simon 'ghost' riley who was destroyed when he saw you cry.

simon 'ghost' riley who admitted that he was in the wrong.

simon 'ghost' riley who apologized first.

simon 'ghost' riley who's nothing but sweet to you.

simon 'ghost' riley who never left your side when you got sick and tended to every little thing you needed.

simon 'ghost' riley who drives you wherever.

simon 'ghost' riley who does the laundry because you hate it.

simon 'ghost' riley that can't stop holding your hand.

simon 'ghost' riley who prefers being with you than anyone else.

simon 'ghost' riley who realizes he couldn't live without you.

simon 'ghost' riley who said i love you first.

a/n: ew this was so sappy. i just wanted to call him out for being a liar lol.

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