#not michey

[adoniseverywheremen]

Alex Rendell by Michey Whyte

[boykirstenlarson]

Pulled my sweet girls Samantha and Kirsten out from storage, where they've been for the past 3 or 4 years. So glad to see them again and feel the same joy and connection I remember from when I was little! They both need <s>some</s> alot of TLC, I've already tightened Samantha's limbs, but I fear I may need to just restring her. They both need very indepth cleaning and hair care, but I can't wait to get them all mended and cleaned!

Both of thier outfits hand-sewn by my late great grandmother 🫶

[greedysubwayrat]

Shameless 4x08

I need this amount of Gallavich (or more) any episode!!

Please I can't, I've started skipping whole episodes with other story lines just to see them together again 😭

[persa-tra-i-miei-pensieri]

Museo del giocattolo - Sassocorvaro

[starcrossed02]

Friend of a Friend (Pt 2)

I need her boss's number and see if I can get some more information on this text... you thought to yourself. you finished scanning over another paper when your fax machine in the next room started running.

You walked over to the next room and saw where it was from. And it had the address of her office on it. That's how I'll find her. You took the paper and went to sit back down at your desk. this one was looking a bit complicated, so you grabbed a few reference books to help you out. A few of the ways some letters were written look different than what you had seen before. You decided to take a quick break to ask Lorna about her boss's number.

hey Lorna! I need some background information on the paper, could you send me your boss's number, please?

Yeah ofc, it's 818-555-8126

Awesome, thank you so much!

you close out the conversation, and speed dial the downtown sushi shop for dinner. When you end the conversation, you grab your keys, coat, and LA hat. After you put on the hat, it makes your outfit much more casual. You walk out of the building and turn on your Ferrari 250 GT California. You scroll through your Spotify looking for a playlist.

You start to drive downtown, singing along to the music. Your phone goes off, and it's Lorna's boss, Mickey.

Hey, what did you need my number for?

You leave him on reading, deciding your life isn't worth it to text and drive just yet. You like to live life on the edge. some call you an adrenaline junkie, some others careless. You prefer adrenaline junkie. and you don't plan on going out of this world because you need to text someone back. 

You get to the sushi place, then text him back

I need some background information on the paper you had Lorna send over. Would you like to meet up sometime? tonight is preferable, but I understand if we have to do it sometime tomorrow also, so either is fine with me.

Alright, tonight works fine for me, where do you want to meet?

I'm at the sushi place right now, if you wanna come over here. 

OK, I'll be there in 10.

you go inside and wait in line to pick up your order. Once you get it you walk out and see a convertible pull up. considering it is late, you assume it's Mickey. He gets out, sunglasses still over his eyes, but even with those, your still jaw slacks slightly. He removes his glasses and puts them back into his car.

"You're Y/N, correct?" he says, walking up to you, and he extends his hand.

"uh, yeah, that's me!" you say with a cheeky smile, reaching your hand out to return the handshake. You make eye contact, and you practically melt at how pretty his eyes are. You're thankful it's getting darker because ur sure the heat in your cheeks would be extremely obvious otherwise.

"Do you want to sit in my car and talk?" you offer, gesturing to your car.

"Sure, I'd rather not be bitten by mosquitoes right now."

you walk over to your car, and open the passenger door for him. he sits down and thanks you, and then you panic once you hear the song that playing, and sort of loud too.

Spit in my face when you fuck me Play with my gooch, while you suck me Eat the dick like you ugly

that's all you hear for a few seconds, as you realize how awkward this situation is.

you place your sushi onto the car as you scramble to turn down the volume. As you scramble overtop of him to turn off the volume, you hear the song going

Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"

and then you finally turn off the volume, you realize the severity of the situation. you're practically laying across his lap, after an incredibly suggestive song was just playing. You push yourself off of him, rethinking your birth.

You grab your sushi and walk to your seat. "let's never talk about that, agreed? none of it. the song. the, uh, position.  none of it."

"agreed. None of it."

You reach out your pinky for a pinky promise and then look at his hands. they are veiny. very veiny. You sure catch your staring, but if he did he doesn't say anything.

"ok, so let's talk about what we're here to talk about. The paper."

"right, so what do you mean when you say background information?"

"things like when it was written, where it was, and if possible, what this person's mood was."

"oh ok. It was written around 3 in the morning, I think at a 24/7 diner of some sort. I'm not sure what the mood was, I haven't gone over the CCTV footage yet, and I doubt it's gonna give much through the facial expressions." he says using hand gestures, it's like he's trying to seduce you or something. but the question is, why you?

"ok, that helps. was he with anyone else?" you say, writing this stuff down in a small notepad you grabbed from your purse.

"no, not sure. give me just a second, I think the police sent me the video earlier." he thrusts his hips forward in an attempt to grab his phone from his back pocket, and you swear you start foaming at the mouth. an image flashes through your mind, of you sitting topless, with just your underwear on. on top of his thigh, his lips moving along your bare chest. him staring up at you with lust-filled eyes with that gorgeous chocolate brown color.

Instinctively, you clench your thighs together, trying to relieve the ache of your poor clit. it's been a while since you've had some action and some good action? even longer. you had to fake your orgasm with your last one, and unfortunately, it was not your first time doing that.

its likely he saw that, but at this point it couldn't be worse than what had happened just 10 minutes earlier. Hes still watching the footage, and you take this time to eat your sushi.

"alright, so based off of the body language of him and the waitress, he was likely being slightly hostile, but it was only him as a customer then. when he first walked in, 2 friends were there for about 5 minutes before leaving, but other than that, he was on his own the whole time."

still writing that down in your notebook, he put his phone down. you looked up, noticing it had gone quiet, except for your chewing in your own ears. "what?" you said, looking up at him, mouth still full. he just kept on looking at you. little did you know, there were also images flashing through his mind. the difference between yours and his, is he though about acting upon those thoughts. imagining you on his bed, completely naked, and him on his knees for you, pleasing you in every possible way, your wish was his command.

At this point you had finished your sushi, placing the plastic and chopstick on the panel above the wheel. "you have something on your mouth..." he said while leaning in, he flicked his thumb across your bottom lip.

something changed in that moment. like a twig, something snapped. you pushed yourself foward, your lips landing on his. it was incredible. the best youve ever had, honestly. you kept leaning in, not being able to get close enough.

"do you want to take this to the backseat?" you said, parting your lips for a second.

he mumbles an "mhm" and you both get out and back into the backseat.

he moves to the middle of the seat, and you crawl and put your thighs on either side of his. you felt extremely hot, and you were confident too. you felt bold, even. so, you put your hand on his chest, slowly helping him take off his blazer. then unbutton some of his oxford shirt, but leaving it tucked in. god, he looked so hot.

you moved your hand along his chest, dragging your nails across it. with your other hand, you started palming him slightly. you could feel him growing beneath you, and it was big. you felt his hand rise slightly, gripping onto your thighs. you deepen the kiss, leaning into him even more. his hands rose, to your waist. then your shoulders, then they moved to unbuttoning your blouse..good thing you chose a sexy bra. pink, lace on the top of the cups, and a plunge. he stopped kissing you, and just stared at your breasts.

"see anything you like?" you said, as you grinding your hips down onto the tent in his pants. he whimpers slightly, and tilts his head back. you take the chance and start sucking on his neck, leaving marks that would be just barely visible above his collar 

A/N ok so I'm super proud of myself so far bc I really like it, lmk if I want a part 3 of this just continued and some more smut. (i will probs write it anyway as a self-indulgence peice) 1492 words!!!

@st-ev-ie

[wild-saber1337]

DAMN WE'RE OLD (Artist: athenoot)

[drabbles-mc]

payback and fanboy standing behind phoenix like she's the Big Boss you have to defeat at the end of a level and they're her little henchmen will never get old to me i love it so much

[victorianrob]

Disney !

[luuhtaigachan]

Em dias como esse, eu gosto de descansar a cabeça lendo um livro. E esse concerteza é muito bom! 5 escritoras excelentes, super indico!

[potatqx]

Necesito un tutorial de anatomía...

I need a tutorial on anatomy...

[saantanoel]

[nataliyaoi]

" TAKEMICHI SE REBELA CONTRA SUS AGRESORES"-TOKYO REVENGERS - CAPITULO 0...

[boykirstenlarson]

I got a TLC jly #29 on the goodwill site for 6$ (25 after shipping and handling) and she arrived today!

These pictures don't show her damage very well, but she has some scuffs, a poorly make-up-ed face, dirty eyes, painted nails, and dirty hair.

I'm not sure how I'll clean the eyes, because that scares me, so i would love some tips! but I think the rest shouldn't be too difficult. I'm not sure if I'll end up keeping her, I don't really need another classic mold... but she is very pretty! And I might fall in love with her once shes all clean and dressed up, I guess we'll see!

[2uselemon]

i went through my previous sketchbook and this was all the magnus stuff in there LOL

huge shoutout to the singular jon jrawing

but later im gonna start posting my EARLIEST tma/doorkeay art from 2022 wooooAAAahhhh

oh also the char on the top left in the first picture is my OC, shelley, that was unabashedly directly inspired by michey (different personalities and purposes tho! hes not supernatural or anythin)

[adoniseverywheremen]

Alex Rendell by Michey Whyte

[starcrossed02]

this chapter ends with some kissing, and allusions (??) to sex, but no explicit smut (I still working on some but none of it seems right 😭😭)

"y/n, I, uh, need you, to come over. quick, ok? like really quick, please?" Mickey says and starts to feel slightly embarrassed about having to ask for help. he was a lawyer. he knows how to handle himself, but he just felt terrible that night. scared, alone.

helpless, even.

"Yeah, of course. I'll be there in 5 minutes. what do you need?" you asked, running for your shoes, and grabbing your keys and wallet on the way out.

"I, I uh, would rather, explain it in person, okay?

"Okay, that's fine. do you want me to stay on the line while I'm getting there?" you said, slotting the key into your keyhole. you put your phone into a cup holder, putting it on speaker with the radio volume down and the phone volume up as much as possible. shifting the gear into reverse, you put your right hand on the passenger seat to look behind you. "Yeah, please do. I need to hear your voice right now, y/n" Mick said, he walked towards the couch in the living room, sitting to face the door so he saw you right as you walked in. "Okay, okay that's fine. I'll be there in 5 minutes, alright? it's gonna be okay." you started, trying to convince Mickey, and yourself too. you were worried he wouldn't say what was going on, but with it being over the phone you could understand.

some things were just better said in person.

"thank you, y/n," Mickey says, getting up to check the peephole, and then walking to the pantry to satisfy his hunger. That was when he heard tires on the street, closer and closer. "All alright, I'm outside," you said, locking your car and coming inside. You hung up when you heard him opening the door.

"Hey," you said. you walked inside and put your purse down, turning around, and hugging him.

when he hugged you back, you could tell he was in desperate need of a hug. he buried his face into your neck, smelling your perfume from earlier that morning. he put his arms around your waist, holding onto it for dear life.

"do you want to talk about it?" you said, pulling away slightly, and looking into his eyes. you dragged your hand towards his face, cupping his cheek in your right hand

"not yet, no. but uh, thank you," he said, looking down at you. you could feel his beard on your palm. you kissed him, chaste, yet still passionate.

he looked at your eyes, then flicked to your lips for the smallest millisecond, then leaned in. It was quick, but it was full of love. warmth. care. all you could forever ask for in a man. and tall? he was everything.

after the kiss ended, you ran to his bedroom, grabbing his hand and leading him along.  he smiled at you, making you smile too. his smile was too contagious to not smile 

"sit. the edge of the bed," you said, demanding, but still a slightly playful tone from your previous moments.

he sat, and you straddled his thighs and pushed his chest into the mattress.

if you guys have any constructive criticism, do tell me. I want to be able to write, and write well. especially considering im the only person willing to write for him. at least i havens found anyone else. if you have, do let me know pleaseeee <3333