Headcanon:

Wrong Number, Right Day

Chapter One: Good Deed of the Day

Gaz x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 526 words

Summary: Kyle gets a wrong number text but decides to be a little generous that day.

Notes: I wrote this on my phone on breaks in between jobs. No editing.

Kyle groaned as he body refused to relax. His muscles still tight and tense, despite the flight home and the bar with the others. The piss poor alcohol had done nothing to ease Kyle’s stresses either. He ignored the constant buzzing of his phone on the table. Soap was probably sending updates on whether or not he’d managed to make any leeway with Ghost.

Soap had been trying to get in the Lieutenant’s pants for a while now. Kyle could tell by watching that Ghost was interested but never made a move. The little ways he took care of Soap. Making sure he was get checked out by medical. Doing check ins while at the safe house. Getting water and food into him. Subtly touching his shoulder when stressed. All these little things, and some alcohol, led Kyle to stupidly mention all of it to Soap.

So now the man was determined to get Ghost ti break first. Another buzz of his phone finally annoyed Kyle enough that he reached for it. Of course he had like 16 texts from Soap. As he opened his phone he noticed one was from a number he didn’t recognize. Opening the text he blinked stupidly at the text.

Unknown: Seriously Kyle I need the rest of the money.

Who the hell was it? Probably a wrong number. Cause the only person he owed money was Ghost. And he was letting him cover the next round of drinks instead. Kyle quickly started to type a response when Soap sent him another message making his phone buzz and Kyle’s alcohol fuzzy brain was spooked. His finger slipped across the phone.

Kyle: Sorry w

Shit. He’d hit send to early. Before he could respond again he got a flurry of texts.

Unknown: please

Unknown: kyle

Unknown: he said he’ll kick us ouyr

Unknown: *out

Unknown: im already working thre jobs just to cover what you can’t

Unknown: im not trying to make you feel bad but i cant afford food for a few weeks to cover this

Unknown: and don’t ask me to not feed your dog again

Unknown: he has to eat kyle

Whoever this Kyle was, he sounded like a fucking prick. This poor thing busting their ass just to get by. And to not feed his own dog? Kyle pulled up his bank real quick. As long as it wasn’t ridiculous, he could probably afford to send some money.

Kyle: How much?

Unknown: thak uo!!!!!

Unknown: just the last $250 and then well b god

Unknown: *good

Unknown: u still have my link?

Kyle: Please send it again.

Unknown: here ya go

Kyle: Sent $500

Unknown: what no! i just needed the rent!

Unknown: you need money for food!

Unknown: kyle take the other back!

Unknown: kyle!!!

Kyle: For your troubles. Going to sleep. Goodnight, love.

Kyle leaned back against the couch, his body finally releasing all of its tension. For some reason being able to help someone in a tangible way made him feel better. He could hear the buzzing of his phone but it lulled him into a soft sleep now instead of annoying him.

mutt ➝ a term for a trans man ( / transsexual man / transmasc / trans guy / etc ) who feels outcast from general society*, looked down upon, or pitied because of their transness, as would a stray mutt. though based on trans struggles, this label is meant to be used in a positive way, celebrating perseverance and strength through dark times.

( *see monachoric by @rabidbatboy. this is loosely based off of the 2023 film mutt. while similar to terms like butch, bear, and otter, mutt has no visual or presentation aspects. )

Imagine MC gets a deadly familiar while down in devildom

Imagine Mc goes for a walk around the devildom after classes one day and they hear a small sound coming from a thorn bush. Inside they find a creature completely made on thorns, bush and beautiful blue devildom roses. There was little flower buds starting to grow along its body, indicating it was still just a cub. Now imagine it took a liking to you and refused to leave your side, clinging to your leg while its thorny tail dug into your ankle. It looks like you have no choice but to take the creature home, it looked so helpless and so looked like it wanted to come with you

Once you bring little Juniper (Little buddies name) home, the reaction from the brothers was something you did not expect. Every single one of them hid behind Lucifer while lucifer held up a chair, apparently this creature excreted spores and flowers lethal to demons. Now the question is, will you keep it?

The tags are everything I know. I am sharing this with every single one to try and spread the word.

His bed is a little too small

Another imagination of sleep with Konig, enjoy your comfort after ending the mission with Konig

the little guy is his son : ) (I saw a video of Konig lifting up his mask and showing his little toy" his son" to you, and I CAN'T GET RID OF HOW CUTE IT IS)

*Mc minding their business and eating a popsicle*

Random Demon: Ay yo, baby, what that mouth do?

Mc, chuckles: Its about to hurt your fucking feelings if you dont back it up bitch.

🍫💐 A Homemade Treat 💝💌

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone 💕

୭ ✧ ˚ Cardamon agere nighttime edit .  ᵎᵎ  

No, come back here, gimmie your thoughts about price coming home, sweat soaking through his clothes. Reeking, needing a shower.

But you just won't let him. Clinging onto him before he washes it all away.

“Bloody hell love, what’s gotten into you?” John snorts as he watches the way you shove yourself deeper under his arm, nose pressed firmly against his armpit and he raises a brow at the whine that leaves your throat. You had ambushed him on his way to the shower, blocking the doorway as you rut against him like a bitch in heat

“Shmellsh goodsh..” John can’t tell if your voice is muffled or slurred, or a combination of both, and he swallows when he feels the slick heat of your cunt against his thigh.

“Jesus pretty, at least let me-“

“No! No you can’t!” You beg, breath catching as you hump yourself against his leg, dragging your tongue over his collar bone, collecting the sweat that had pooled there.

“Fuck you’re a nasty fuckin girl.”