mikey hands


This is what happens when Sam leaves Dean and Lucifer alone together. (instant karma for your impertinence, Dean Winchester.) 

{{and we all know Sam’s the one who programmed Luci’s phone… 😈}}

for my darling sinners @whatisitlikeinyourfunnylilbrains and @charlie-bradcherry because you both deserve to smile a little (a lot) more. <3 


Secretly putting sharpie tattoos on yourself. One day, the boys find out and surprisingly, Raph is uncharacteristically enthusiastic to get one from you.

Only two minutes into you drawing on him and you have had to tell him 5 times to settle down. Unbeknownst to you, he couldn’t stop fidgeting because it was you, and you were so close and putting your hands on him. He could smell that shampoo and lotion you liked to use. The softness of your hands, and how cool you look in a muscle tank with sharpie tats on your arms.
You yourself couldn’t believe he trusted you enough to draw on him with permanent marker.

The cute moments of course always ended with Mikey getting a good nock on the noggin for trying to draw dicks on Leo.

The reason why your so good is because April let you draw on her, and now she proudly sports your ink drawings on her arms.

anonymous asked:

Hey real quick: Are you in the percentile that Michael and Trevor fell in love post game or pre game?

Michael De Santa and Trevor Philips have been in love with each other for twenty years and get married after The Third Way after Michael earns back Trevor’s trust and they buy a house in Vespucci beach where they have a constant flow of guests not limited to: Lamar Davis, Franklin Clinton, Wade Herbert, Ron Jakowski, Amanda De Santa, Tracey De Santa, Jimmy De Santa, Jesus Christ Impersonator, Patricia Madrazo, Mary Ann, and all of Trevor’s employee’s at the Vanilla Unicorn. Him and Michael get matching tattoo’s, have family dinners every Saturday, and Michael drives Trevor to Sandy Shores to do his work as CEO of TPI. They never hurt one another again, Trevor completely trusts Michael, Michael never abandons Trevor. Mrs. Philips is never heard from again, Amanda remarries, Patricia and Trevor become best friends.  They adopt two rescue pitbulls and name them “Floyd” and “Baseball” and take v good care of them.

Fast Food

*Warning there's some strong language and sexual themes lmao, but yeah feel free to make requests*


“M! to the C! to the D! to the onalds!” You sing, dabbing ridiculously on each letter.

“Baby-we’re going, we’re going…” Luke grumbles, pulling on his shoes.

“Thank yooou,” you sing to him, dancing around only wearing your shorts a sleep tank top.

“Are you a little drunk?” He mused, his eyes lit with subtle amusement. Luke loved when you were drunk, he claimed it’s one of his favorite versions of you. You get more sassy, saucy, and spontaneous. He loved watching you be able to just be yourself without any barrier, even if you were kind of foggy.

“Maybe a little…” you giggle, tugging on his arm to get him to move faster.

The night has started with a few drinks with your friends before Luke came home from the studio, but being a lightweight you were feeling pretty good right now.

“Baby you’re not wearing any shoes,” he noted.

“I am well aware Mr. Hemmings,” you wink, instantly giving him half a boner. He shakes his head chuckling to himself.

“Get on my back, I’ll carry you to the car.” He directed, crouching down for you to climb on.

You giggle, struggling to keep your balance while trying to wrap your legs around his waist.

You finally get yourself situated, your hands in his long curly hair.

“You know you’re kinda smelly?” You state matter of factly, inspecting his blonde locks.

“Oh am I?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Very much. You need a shower,” you proclaim, giggling.

He groans playfully, responding “you better be careful missy, I am the one getting you fast food.”

You giggle, knowing he’s just messing around with you.

He sets you down and you climb into the passenger seat and put on the seat belt.

“So… we’re getting Taco Bell, right?”


“Honey! Im home!” Ashton yells, using his man voice. You smile, loving the feeling of him being around. He had just gotten back from touring only a week ago, and you still couldn’t get used to the fact that he was actually physically here.

“I’m in the bath!” You call back, hoping he hears you.

You hear his heavy footsteps clomp up the stairs, where he opens the bathroom door and peeks his head in.

“Oh, there you are.” He smirked, his eyes lit up.

“Here I am,” you flirt, batting your eyes at him.

“I have a surprise,” He announces, still not having fully stepped in the room yet. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to show you.

“Drum roll please!” He announces. You start tapping your hands on the white porcelain of the tub, grinning at him. Suddenly he kicks the door the rest of the way open, showing chinese take out containers from your favorite place.

You squeal excited while shimmying in the bath.

“Okay I’ll be out so-”

“No!” He cuts you off abruptly. “I am coming in with you.” He winks, setting the food on the sink and pulling of his clothes. Every time you see him naked it’s like the first time. Your hands get sweaty, your face hot. Your eyes drink in every detail they can, from the curve of his neck to the trial of light hair from his bellybutton down…

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Ashton states, wiggling his butt at you. You groan at his lame joke.

“You know how old that joke is right? It’s not even a burn anymore.” You laugh, moving to the side of the tub to let him in.

“I know, but it makes sense-Jesus how hot do you keep the water?!” He exclaims, making weird faces as he sinks into the molten water.

“Toughen up,” You retort. Ashton pulls the food out of the bag, handing you yours along with a fork. You still hadn’t quite mastered how to use chopsticks, no matter how many times ashton tried to teach you.

“Hey, it floats…” He set his styrofoam dish in the water, looking amazed with himself. You giggle, stuffing food into your mouth.

“Thank you, for bringing home dinner.” You smile at him, your head tilted to the side.

“Of course love, anything for you.” He smiles back. You lean back in the tub, closing your eyes and counting your blessings.  


“You know you looked stunning tonight, right?” He whispers in your ear, nibbling on the edge. You were both currently in the back of a black SUV, on your way home from the VMA afterparty. The boys had won, and Calum had mentioned you in their acceptance speech. That wasn’t even the best part, after the show you got invited to Miley Cyrus after party. You even met Beyonce. BEYONCE.

“Are you going soft on me Hood?” You giggle, running your manicured hand up his thigh as he moved down your neck.

“No baby… I am rock hard…” He murmurs against your collarbone. You gasp as his teeth graze your sensitive skin.

“I really wanna do this babe, but I need to eat something.” You gasp, pushing back and looking at his sweet face.

“Oh thank god you said it!” He instantly sits up and looks into your eyes, “I am starving but you were giving me sex eyes and I wanted to give you what you wanted-”

“Cal, I didn’t give you sex eyes!” You exasperate, looking at him with amusement.

“You totally did! But that doesn’t even matter right now, I am so hungry. Excuse me buddy- could you maybe pull through… wait what do you want? Taco bell?” You nod your head in approval. You driver-whose name happened to be Eric- approved and adjusted your course.

“God baby… I love it when you take control.” You growl in his ear, loosening his tie.

“Oh honey, just wait until I have a quesadilla powering me.”


“You may now kiss the bride!”

You’re immediately engulfed in Michael’s arms, his soft lips on yours as you share your first kiss as a married couple. He has always swept you off your feet, and this kiss was no different. He sets you down to seen, but keeps your face close.

“I love you so much…” He mumbles, his arms still around you. You wink back, knowing everyone’s eyes are on you. You both turn and face all of your family and friends, and walk down the aisle, finally married.

You all stand outside the chapel, greeting everyone as the file out of the church. You had been planning this for over a year now, and it was going as smoothly as possible. Your drunk uncle had decided to make a scene when his ex wife showed up, but it was handled by your three favorite groomsmen.

You sighed once you and Michael had a moment alone for the first time today. Everyone was standing outside, rice ready to be thrown.

“You ready?” You ask, looking up into his forest green eyes.

“After you, Mrs. Clifford.” He winks, grabbing your hand and opening the door. You walk outside, letting everyone celebrate your love with you. You and him make it to the car, laughing.

“Did you see luke get hit in the eye with a grain of rice?!” You giggle while Mickey pulls away from everyone, the tin cans attached to your car jingling behind you.

“Of course! He screeched like a little girl!” He chortles, reaching for your hand.  

“Mikey! Let’s go get Subway!” You say, your eyes lit up with a brilliant idea.

“You wanna go like this?” He asks, motioning to your larger tulle ballgown.

“Yes! It’ll be so fun- come on I promise.” You give him your favorite puppy dog eyes and you can see him cave in.

“Okay, let’s go to subway.” He says pulling into the parking lot. He gets out of the car before coming around and opening your door for you. You grab his hand and walk in together, knowing that you are his princess.