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madwomansapologist · 9 months

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I just read A Match in Hell (IT WAS DELICIOUS 🌷) and there's the line: "Ah, if only you could control the situation. It would make him cry with exhaustion". I'd love to read Michael being submissive for a human reader. Like, it's his first time, he doesn't know what to do but it feels so good. Almost switching between submissive to primal.

hurts so good | michael realman

synopsis: When Michael creates this neighborhood, he intended to make the five humans lives something worse than the usual torture. Michael just didn't knew that he too would feel tortured. Or that he would like it. [1K]

warnings: human!reader. evil!michael whos not so evil. gaslighting (with the whole "you're on the good place *blink*"). virginity loss.

ps: omg anon you're so nice! hope you like was about to come!

Michael planned everything. The birds always sing too early. A consistent warm weather that is too dry. Clothes without any tags but that still itch somehow. Mosquitoes. Forced monogamy. Frozen yogurt.

Michael really did planned. Eleanor ignoring Chidi's feelings, so scared of physical torture. Chidi overthinking about his own happiness, then about his disguised selfishness. Tahani feeling so lonely, unable to understand why she's never enough. Jason being... Jason. And you.

Without you, things would quickly collapse. A friendly shoulder for when Chidi's is to anxious, but still somehow making him feel worse for lying. You could shut Eleanor's fight or flight response, while still being a reason for her to behave that way. A company for Tahani, but that because of her need to be perfect ends up being one more reason to pretend. One more person for Jason to be scared of.

You were someone who believe to deserves to be on the Good Place. Someone who can torture yourself without noticing. Someone nice enough for no one to think that something is off with this place, but that still makes the four other humans feel bad about themselfs. You were the checks and balances.

But quickly Michael found out that giving you a absent soulmate was a big mistake. Because that absence, that guilt for not being happy, made you search for other people. And thinking that it would be a easy way to torture you, Michael spent time with you.

And that made Michael realize that it was actually quite nice to be with you. To talk to you. To listen to you. That made him think that if everything was different, if the stars had allign, maybe you both could've be friends. Real friends.

"I get it, he likes to work out," you confessed. Sitting across from Michael, the organized office was out of tune with your panic. "But he needs to do it all the time? I don't think he'd ever spent more than ten minutes talking to me."

Michael should've feel proud. He should've feel relieved that his project worked. But why did Michael feel bad to see you fighting your own sorrow? He should've been happier than ever.

"You'll have a infinite amount of time to spent with your soulmate," Michael were really trying to help you. He don't understand why, but he would feel bad if you started crying. "It can take eons for you both to behave like how you think that a couple should. I guarantee you that our sistem did the right thing."

"I know," you felt ashamed to imply that Michael haven't work hard on your neighborhood. He's a god, or at least something similar to that. You don't want to ofend him. "But I feel so lonely."

"But you're always accompanied," said Michael. "I notice that you're approaching other neighbors."

"Not that kind of loneliness."

"There's more then one kind?" Michael reclined in the armchair. "I still don't really know how your emotions work. You guys are often happy when you should be sad and angry when you should be happy, and texting when you should be driving, which is not an emotion, I know, but it's insane. So, teach me, what kind of loneliness is that?"

You laughed, slightly embarrassed. "It's a... physical loneliness." Seeing the uncertainty on his face, you tried to ignore your feelings. "I'm talking about sex."

"Oh," Michael widened his eyes. "I can see why interacting with your neighbors wouldn't hep with that kind of... loneliness. Another thing that I don't understand. Kissing is gross. You just mash your food holes together. It's not for that."

"You never kissed before?" That silenced your problems. "Like never?"

Michael nodded. "Your humans rituals are weird."

"But you have a human body." You leaned forward. "Chidi's from Senegal, Tahani's from Pakistan, actually everyone here is from a differnt place. Different places with different cultures and different rituals."

"What do you mean with that?"

"I don't think that we kiss and fuck because we were taugh that it's how life is supossed to happen," you ran your fingers across his desk, playing with the wood. "We do that because we're curious about our own bodies. So what I mean to say is: have you never been curious about your body?"

Michael crossed his legs. "I... yes. Yes, I've been curious."

And the thing you said next was a summary for why you were chose to this project. You never hear you conscience. Don't matter how loud it screams at you: if you want to do something, you will. Yes, Michael isn't a god. But he still a being powerful enough so you should have a relationship based on respect. You know all those things. You just ignored that voice on your head.

"I can satisfy your curiosity," you stood up, resting your arms on his desk, and leaned in until your face was close to his. "You just have to kiss me."

If things were normal, Michael would've kicked you out of his office. You would've come home embarrassed, hoping that Michael would pretend that nothing happened. But things weren't normal. You're dead, Michael's not-a-god-but-not-so-different-then-one, and his office is private enough.

You told him what to do. And Michael obeyed.

It was a new feeling. Michael never did that before, never imagine that one day he would be kissing a human instead of torturing them. It was new, and scary, and wrong: it was great. It was really great. He didn't plan that, he shouldn't be doing that, but he couldn't stop himself.

You pulled away, forehead resting on his, and felt the warm breath against your face. "Satisfied?" you whispered. You didn't have to open your eyes to understand Michael's response. You felt him deny it, almost exasperated. You understood him. You felt the same.

You kissed him again, and again, and again. Your mouth against his, your hands gripping his hair, until the space between you both was torturous. Without even thinking, unable to reason, Michael just knew he needed you closer.

You grabbed Michael by the tie, lifting him out of the chair, and pulled him towards you. Without ceasing to kiss you, touch you, Michael did what you implicitly asked. Now sitting on the table, you tried to get rid of his suit.

"What..." Michael shut up when he felt your lips on his neck, carressing and biting his skin. "Your soulmate..."

"He can get fucked," you murmured against his skin. If someone ever found out about what is happening, Michael could say he was tempting you. Seeing if you were selfish enough to cheat on your partner. If you were inconsequential enough to fuck someone that you clearly shouldn't. But the truth was the you were the one tempting him. "Sit down."

Michael obeyed you, sitting in the armchair that you occupied before. He watched you take off your pants, as desperate as he was, and climb into his lap. Your weight on him felt right. You kissed him again, guiding his hands down your body, almost begging him to squeeze your flesh.

"Touch me," but that wasn't you begging. That was you demanding.

And so he did. He grabbed you, feeling how delicate your body was in comparison to his, and kissed you again. It was so good, holding you while you kissed him was so good, that Michael almost didn't notice that you had opened his belt.

"Do you want this?" You got away from him, even tho you just wanted him closer and closer. "Do you want to continue?"

Michael kissed you. Ravenously. As if you were the first plate of food he've been served in ages. His hands touched your body, playing with your skin, glued you to him. And with Michael touching you, loving you, you fucked him.

Michael shivered under your touch, your kisses, your bites. He became a mess of groans and hands that didn't know where to touch. "Please," Michael found himself begging for the first time in his long live. He didn't even knew what he wanted.

Bouncing on his cock, you knew exactly what he meant to say. What Michael couldn't say.

And with Michael shuddering beneath you, unable to even open his eyes, there was a certainty in the air: this would not be the last time.

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stanathanxoox · 1 year

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Michael's Human

gif is mine

Anonymous asked:

Hello! Idk how comfortable ur writing levels are but can you write a fanfic for Sadistic Michael x Masochistic GenNeu Reader (The Good Place)?

It can be from when Michael is still a Bad Place architect/employee, but this sinner *likes* being tortured so it surprises him?? He’s like “oh shit, alright??” Lmao

Can you include bondage, praise kink, scratching, biting, etc? Thank you 😭

Michael couldn’t believe that he’d lucked out when it came to his human. Whilst planning was underway for the good place, he had found that he needed some test subjects to work with and one of the humans that was sent to him was Y/N, they were stunning in Michael’s eyes, absolutely gorgeous in human standards and he didn’t even like humans normally. Though after getting to know Y/N more it surprised him just how masochistic they were, they enjoyed any type of pain that was caused to them. Something that both surprised Michael but also gave him reason to want to test Y/N’s limits, he knew that they had limits but it seemed that Y/N was willing to go pretty damn far, being marked up, spanked and bitten by Michael was something that Y/N seemed to revel in and it just turned Michael on more and more. On one particular occasion when Y/N is striped bare in front of Michael and begging to be bound and choked Michael’s brain short circuits for a second before he quickly finds the rope and begins to tie Y/N up, doing exactly as Y/N asks. He panics when he sees the bruises and hears the whimpers that Y/N lets out but at the gentle encouragement to keep going Michael does and when the two lay spent on the bed, he holds them close to him, placing a kiss on the top of their head as he thinks that he truly found his person in Y/N, they were everything to him and he would do everything in his power to protect them.

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my-harem-of-chaos · 7 months

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Welp, I kept this piece in my tablet for over an year, I decided to finally publish It.

Of course:

It's just a sketch

Since over an year passed, I can draw much better than this, especially in tems of proportions and anatomy.

Just to let you know that soon I'll open my NSFW commissions, you could be interested! U3O

#michael tgp x reader #my art #smut art #smut commissions #yes it's actually a Michael x reader fan art #but #they gave him tentacles #What else should have I done?#they basically asked me to do this.#enjoy #demon daddy #the good place spoilers #the good place smut #tentacles #and teeths everywhere #lots of juice #6000ft tall fire squid demon daddy #ok i'm done

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icrackunderanysocialpressure · 3 years

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I'm gonna say it.

I want- Nay, need someone to write a fic about giving Michael (tgp) head for the first time.

This is a good idea. I'm right and I should say it.

#michael tgp #michael realman x reader #michael the architect x reader #michael realman #the good place #michael the architect #the good place michael #tgp michael #michael tgp x reader #tgp michael x reader #using every tag I can think of bc THIS IS IMPORTANT

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i-write-and-therefore-i-am · 4 years

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Jelly Baby

Yes you can! This took me a while to write because I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go with it. I’m not entirely happy with it, but I wanted to have this request done before I started with my 12 Days of Christmas challenge (take a look at it!). It kind of ran away from me at the end, as you can probably see, so if you wanted something a little less possessive, let me know and I will 100% write something else. Okay, I’ll shut up now!

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Warnings: Gets a little “she belongs to me” at the end, but nothing major. A tiny bit of language but that’s just who I am.

Word Count: 925

(#relevant)

“You know, drinking is a very big part of Australian culture,” The weasel was whispering into your ear. Michael rolled his eyes and barely restrained himself from snorting—this pathetic excuse for a man had been chatting you up for a couple of weeks now, and he still hadn’t gotten the message. Michael had asked (see: “begged”) you to let him show the man-child how it should really be done, but you had refused. “It’ll be funny!” you’d said. “He’ll get tired!” you’d said. You had been wrong on both points: It was decidedly not funny, and he had not gotten tired. Far from it. It seemed that your constant rejection had only encouraged the little rat-faced boy. What was worse was that Michael’s not-so-hidden insecurities were resurfacing, painting his anger and resentment with a subtle tinge of self-loathing.

It wasn’t your fault that you were so irresistible. And being here on Earth was very different from being in a Neighborhood that Michael could control with nothing but his mind. In the Neighborhood, things could be controlled. Michael could have you all to himself if he wanted (and he did). On Earth, he had to share and that was not something that he had been taught as a baby demon. He knew he was being silly, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about it when that boy kept slobbering all over you.

“I could take you on a pub crawl, if you’d like. It’s an age-old tradition here.” Michael’s head shot up at this. It had officially gone too far. Pointless flirting was one thing, but dates were quite another. Michael’s gut reaction was to butt his way in between the two of you and put this whole thing to an end, and he was just about to do that when a hand reached out and entwined its fingers with his own. He looked down to see you standing beside him, wearing the most peculiar expression on your face. His bodysuit’s heart stuttered.

“I’m sorry, Roger, but I think I’m good.” You looked up at Michael and beamed, and he could just feel all of the anger and doubts he had had floating around his mind melt away. It was a short-lived relief, however, interrupted by Roger’s indignant sputtering.

“You don’t mean…but…you’re so…” He stared at the pair of you, clearly at a loss for words. “Poor thing,” Michael thought, unconsciously tightening his grip on your hand.

“But he’s so old!” There was silence. Michael, as a newly-feeling, ex-but-not-really-ex-demon was slightly hurt by this proclamation, but not out of vanity. He was well prepared for humans to call him old—his bodysuit depicted him as an older, distinguished gentleman, which is something that he didn’t quite understand on his own but luckily he’d had you to explain it to him (you’d used words like “silver fox” and “sugar daddy”, which had lead him to believe that you didn’t mind his appearance one bit). In reality, Michael was far older than any human could ever truly comprehend, so the insult was rather a weak one, at best. No, what had hurt Michael was the thought that you would be better off with someone closer to your own age, preferably someone within the same species, while he was at it. It was a thought he was well acquainted with, ever since his relationship with you had started. He’d never focused on it, though, knowing what your response would be if he ever told you about it.

Michael was not prepared for the pure, unadulterated anger that exuded from your frame at Roger’s words. He felt your entire body tense up beside him, and saw your emotions clear as day each dimension. He’d never seen you physically fight anyone before, but he thought that you might end up hitting Roger. Michael only felt slightly guilty at how much he’d like to see that happen.

“You don’t know shit,” you spat, jabbing your finger into Roger’s chest. “Sure, he’s old, but he loves me and knows how to talk about something other than beer once in a while.”

You stopped and took a calming breath. Michael admired how, despite how angry you were, you still had the wherewithal to stop and step back from the situation. If you hadn’t stepped in, Michael may have ripped the man’s head clean off his shoulders for touching you. Michael watched as your expression softened, noting the tell-tale spark in your eye giving your true thoughts away. What were you planning? You smiled and turned so that you faced Michael, and he turned to face you as well. He raised a questioning eyebrow at you, but you said nothing, turning your head to look back at Roger.

“Oh, and Roger?” The man looked up from his moping, his face lighting up at having been acknowledged by you. “He might be old, but he’s sexy as hell.” With that, you took Michael’s lapels in your hands and pulled, bringing your lips together in an extremely heated kiss that nearly made Michael’s knees buckle with the intensity of it. His hands went to grab at your waist, automatically pulling you as close as possible. He smirked into the kiss when he heard Roger’s noise of disgust, and he deepened the kiss in response.

He knew that he had to talk to you about the things he was feeling, but that was going to have to wait for the moment. In the meantime, he had every intention of reminding you exactly who you belonged to.

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Requested:

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jellycolors · 3 years

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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥

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imaginesbymk · 3 years

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[x] NON REQUESTED

THE demons were fed up at this point. Almost eight-hundred attempts were made and Michael just keeps snapping his fingers, resetting the Neighbourhood 12358W experiment. Michael gave out excuse after excuse; ‘The humans keep finding out’.

But if he ever told the real reason behind his constant reboots, Shawn would step in and remove him without question. It’s almost very uncommon for a demon from the Bad Place to show some kind of positive feeling towards a human, especially if that human was part of the experiment.

That human was you, and Michael fell for you pretty hard, something he never expected at all. In every single reboot, he was forced to stay in character while he watched you fall in love with either the same person or someone else over and over again, and they were never him.

All it took for Michael was a snap of his fingers to hopefully gain his luck for each one. It was either third luck’s the charm, or eight hundred.

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itstittycitybaby · 4 years

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Stay Here, Please (platonic! Micheal x reader)

a/n: uhhh this is platonic and i mean for it to be platonic . micheal is my father figure and i need so affection so here we are. also this is kinda like a vent? this is rlly just self indulgance dfjdifdj.

warnings: depression, anxiety, trauma, micheal being a dad friend.

It was troubling, really. This was the good place right? So why was there still a pit of anxiety in your stomach every time you talked to somebody? Why were you still depressed and had trouble doing the bare minimum. Most of all, why did they still haunt you?

The house felt cold this morning. The wooden floor made your feet numb and the air felt crisp. It had been a few days since you saw your friends. Tahani tried dragging you out for a spa, Chidi came by to try and help you with whatever it is you were dealing with. Though, he spent 30 minutes trying to choose a damn mug until you stepped in. Eleanor brought margaritias and the two of you bonded over shitty movies and trauma. Jason well..he always suggested blowing things up.

They all meant well. Janet even came which was a surprise. She seemed a bit concerned that you hadn’t asked for something in a while. It had been only a few days and they were all driving you up the wall. Was being alone and sulking so bad? It’s how you always dealt with your problems. Wallowing in self misery and regretting your life is something you’ve come to known. You appreciated the sentiment, but you just wanted to let it out alone and face this by yourself.

The sheets on your bed felt heavy on your body. It felt suffocating and made it hard to move. Hell, you didn’t even want to move even if you had to. The house Micheal had given you was a hobbit home. It was comfortable and felt like a tight warm hug. Now, it was cold and unforgiving. There were whispers in these walls and their whispers were mean. Their sharp talons sunk into your chest. Your body went rigid with the prickling sensations that vibrated across your body.

You choked on the sob escaped your chest. It was futile to try and prevent it. The tears in your eyes wanted to fall. You curled in yourself under the sheets, hiding. Maybe they wouldn’t find you here. Maybe they wouldn’t be able to mock you anymore. Maybe...just maybe...

It was hopeless. She cut into your skin just with her words. You’d rather have her hurt you with her fists instead. At least it’d provide some relief. Useless. Stupid. Liar. A whore. Unwanted. Unloveable. Ugly. No good for nothing insufferable little-

“(Y/N?)”

Your breath hitched. The world had finally began swallowing you. Micheal. His voice sounded so soft and caring. He wasn’t supposed to see you like this. No one was supposed to see you like this. But Micheal, oh Micheal, was so important to you. He provided the warmth and the love your parents never gave you. And here he was, witnessing your breakdown. The weakness that always resided in you that you tried so hard to hide. And now here he was, watching your perfect image unravel.

“(Y/N)? Are alright?” Maybe if you stayed silent he’d go away. Maybe Micheal would tell the others that you were fine and dandy. Oh, how wrong you were.

You stiffened as you felt the sheets pull back. His hand hovered over you. You cursed yourself as you trembled there, waiting for the inevitable disgust Micheal will have for you. “Oh, (Y/N),” he said softly as his eyed your quivering form.

A whimper left your lips. Your eyes were clenched tightly preparing for the final blow. What you didn’t expect however, was the words that left Micheal’s mouth. “Scoot over.” His voice was gentle like he was afraid you’d break. Were you that weak? Nonetheless, you sluggishly wiggled to give him some room. “Atta girl,” he praised, patting your side gently.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip harshly. Cries were threatening to escape but to no avail a muffled sob left your mouth. “Shh shh,” Micheal whispered, pulling your back into his chest. His suit crinkled from your back but he didn’t mind. Micheal was warm and his arm that held you was tight. “What’s got you so upset hm?”

You tried controlling your sniffles and you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I-i’ts fine,” you croaked, voice raspy and eyes hushed with tears. Micheal sighed, resting his chin gently atop your head.

“I can tell that you’re not,” he gently chided. How could you tell him that you felt like you didn’t belong? Micheal would feel so guilty because you felt alone in this amazing neighborhood he created? He worked so hard to make this place an amazing paradise. ‘You’re ungrateful...all you do is nag and complain..stop whining...stop crying.. I’ll give you something to cry about,’ your mother’s voice rang in your ears.

Micheal saw your lip quiver and more tears falling. They were faster and you struggled to breathe. He felt himself panicking. He wasn’t good at this type of stuff! What could he do?

“Breathe,” Micheal instructed. “Breathe with me.” He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. You choked on the first couple of breaths but followed greatly. “Good job,” he praised after you calmed down some more. “Look at me.”

You gulped and shifted in his arms. The gray suit he worse was a little crinkled along with the mint undershirt he wore. You couldn’t help but feel guilty that you ruined his suit. Micheal smiled sadly at the puffy red eyes of yours. Your lips had been bitten badly and they were chapped. He couldn’t imagine how much they probably hurt from the dried blood on them.

You shrunk from his intense gaze. Micheal’s brows furrowed into his glasses at the fear in your eyes. “No one’s here to hurt you (Y/N),” he murmured, “You’re safe here.” You nodded slowly but Micheal could still see the anxiety. He knew he couldn’t take the trauma you had and the abuse you endured away. Even in the after life things like that would still follow you.

Micheal kissed the top of your head. “You seem tired, why don’t you get some rest alright?” All you could do was nod. Micheal started to get up. Your eyes widened and without thinking you asked, “Could you stay? Please..?” His brows shot up in surprise. You instantly regretted saying anything. Your arm sunk. You were so fucking stupid.

Micheal had other things to do. He had a neighborhood to run and hundreds of people to look after. He didn’t have time for an ungrateful, selfish brat.

He nodded. “Sure.” Scooting over, you made room. He smiled softly as he pulled you into his arms. Micheal’s hand stroked your back soothingly as you drifted off to sleep. He made sure to stay there when you woke up.

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bowieandqueen11 · 4 years

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Sacrifice Yourself / Michael The Good Place Imagine

Request: write somethin about Michael from the good place

I watched the last episode of the Good Place, and although I love Michael, Imma marry Chidi XD

I wasn’t sure what my first Michael imagine should be, so I just kind of redid my favourite scene of his!

‘Any day now man!’

‘Hey, guess what. I just solved the- uh, the trolley problem. Huh. I solved it.’

Michael looks away from the great, cavernous, cold stone building he’s called home for so many, many years now to turn back to you. There’s a flicker of something in his eye, just a moment of unkempt passion that passes by like a flash of gold reflected off a murky puddle during a sunlit day, but it’s bright enough for you to spot. To worry you.

‘That’s really great, Michael, demon boy, but now is really not the time for this-’

He ignores the plea in your voice, the panic in your actions as you grab onto his plaid suit, soft as you rub it almost unconsciously under your fingertips, a little nuance you hadn’t realised you’d picked up. He walks up the few little steps to reach you fully, almost leisurely, as if about to launch into a great speech concerning the Good Place and all its residents again, but you both knew it was too late for that.

‘You see, the trolley problem forces you to choose between two versions of letting other people die, but the actual solution is really, much more simple.’

The gaping hole swirls blue behind your head, as blue as the forget-me-nots you had placed in a little mason jar with his name embroidered around in silver on his desk during the first week of the experiment.

Unexpected, it had been, as he sat for countless nights after that with a fist under his chin in the near darkness, just staring at the petals as they flicker as if blown by a spring wind. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. Something new-

It was that bright and bold yet ever so delicate burst of optimism that such tiny flowers are, that was what was in you. It swirled around your head as you gaze up at him with those large, worried eyes he’d found himself daydreaming about far too often for his liking when Janet was talking. His lips twitched nearly into a full blown smile as he hears Shawn bellow after him from the stairs behind.

He thought it made you look angelic,

‘...’

‘...Sacrifice yourself.’

‘Hey, no- come on, that isn��t fair, it isn’t fair Michael-’

‘Hey, hey, it’s alright. Really, it’s okay. Gosh, before I met you, I never really understood humans. They were always so complex, just frustrating big bags of goo. I never understood at all the emotional spectrum that you guys keep whipping between...but I think I’m finally starting to.’

He delicately removes the pin pricked to the lapel of his suit jacket, his fingers reaching out almost too slowly to brush against the corner of your shirt. Before you had even noticed he’d done it, his hand was gone.

He dares himself in that moment to reach out through the dust swirling in the darkness between you until his fingers brush tenderly over your skin, just under the little dip at the bottom of your ear. Pushing a few strands of hair back, slowly, as if the movement might break him, his hand shakes as it lingers for a moment longer than necessary.

‘Goodbye, Y/n.’

The last thing you felt was his hands pushing against your chest.

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multifandomfix · 5 years

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Imagine Michael being confused about his newfound feelings for you.

"I’ve always said you only need anger and confusion. I’m still feeling that confusion, but there’s something else. It only ever happens around you. I just don’t get it," Michael complained. You laughed. "What’s so funny?"

"I think you have a crush on me," you said, still holding back the laughter. "That’s what it sounds like you’re feeling."

Michael paused a moment and thought about it. "Hmm, maybe you’re right. I do like you. I get these little butterflies wherever you’re around. Is that what it’s supposed to be like?"

"Pretty much," you informed him.

For anon

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giddleford · 5 years

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I'm just saying that with the amount of lusting there is for older actors and Ted Danson in general, I'm surprised that there's only one fanfic in Ao3 that has an OC that actively bones Michael or that has any kind of OC (x Readers count too) who's Michael's romantic interest.

#mari's mumbles #Look I'm curious #don't judge me #michael the architect #Michael the good place #the good place #tgp #ted danson #I like to study the fandom #yes #I'm that of a nerd #but inside my study of the fandom I'm curious which character is considered the most attactive #which one has the most lusting fans #and which one has the most x readers #it might be related to my non-existent capacity to gauge human attractiveness #Ya know #that might be why

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madwomansapologist · 5 months

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sub!michael with a affectionate lover

Navigation | More Michael | AO3

synopsis: Michael shouldn't behave like that around you, but he can't help himself. Not when he feels so comfortable, safe, and complete around you. Not when you're so willing to show Michael how much you want him.

warnings: sub!michael. touch starved. i will never beat the spit kink allegations. food kink with you really pay attention. go watch the secretary!!!!!!!

• Michael is a demon. A mastermind. He isn't weak. Powerless. Unable to do as it pleases him. Most people think he's a god when they meet him. So to come with the fact that something burned inside him whenever he gave up control to you, oh that was a ride.

• Whenever you lead, Michael breath easier. Whenever you show him what you want, he feels a need to make you have whatever you desire. When you grab him, Michael feel held. When you order him around, he feel loved. When you spit on him, he feel used. And even that is so fucking good.

• It can be sexual, he loves when it is, but your power goes beyond this. When you choose his clothes, decide what he will eat, make him work on his knees. He spend hours sat on bed, doing nothing but to stare at his own hands, just because you said you wanted him too.

• He never was happier.

• It gave him freedom. To have you in control, means he for once can just go with the flow. Some would judge your relationship. They would say you have to much power over Michael. That is toxic or abusive. To which Michael would answer: "I'm doing exactly what I want to."

• Michael wasn't used to feel wanted or loved before you. Your affection overwelmed him. Michael didn't knew how to react, or what to do next. He felt lost, like everyone knew something he didn't. And it was so difficult, until you both understood how your relationship would work.

• Because now Michael has instructions. He don't need to worry about what to do to make you feel as loved as he feels: you will say. Order. When you want him in all fours so you can rest your feet against something nice, you will tell him. When you want him to like your hands clean after you ate an ice cream, you will tell him. When you want him to be a good boy, your good boy, you will tell him.

• Michael controls the world. And you control him.

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madwomansapologist · 8 months

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Can we have a dominant Michael scenario, please? ヘ⁠（⁠。u°⁠）⁠ヘ

keep it quiet | michael

synopsis: Meetings with the crew were always hell. So much bureaucracy, ideas being discarded without further explanation, endless discussions. A perfect mindset preparation for the torture sessions! Turns out it's hard to concentrate when you have a vibrator inside of you.

warnings: smut. public sex. voyeurism? sex toy. vibrator. sadism. masochism. suggestive dialogue. d/s. dom!michael. gn!reader. demon!reader.

ps: yes, you can! baby, i gotta say, i'm kinda proud of this. i hope you enjoy it!

Everything was normal.

A meet filled with endless discussions that didn't help anyone, screams without purposes, protocols that contradict one another. Shawn took big pleasure on making others uncomfortable, Vicky had more ideas than anyone could count, Trevor was flirting with anything that could move.

And Michael... Michael contributed to discussions, elaborate new ideas, made useful questions. Michael was just being himself, effortless, without even noticing how he was so different from anyone else.

There was something on him. Something that shone among the other. Something on the way Michael cared. Truly, deeply, wholeheartedly. A spark impossible to ignore.

A spark that alone could mess with your mind. A spark that attracted your gaze, your attention, your interest. A spark that burned you, deep in your soul — if you even have one —, and stained it forever.

Everything was normal, but only because no one paid attention to you.

Because if things were really normal, you would've be the one leading today's agenda. If things were normal, you would've convinced Shawn that it was time to stop playing with Glenn's feelings and focus on something important. If things were normal, you wouldn't be acting like Michael wasn't beside you. You wouldn't use all your strength to ignore him. To pretend he isn't right here, just at reach of your touch, so close that you could feel his heat. His perfume.

You would eat him whole if you had the chance. Just devour Michael, until your body couldn't take it anymore. You don't think you would ever feel whole. No. You always want more of him.

Michael, right beside you, was nothing but a ghost. You could feel his touch lingering your skin. His words against your ear. His teeth marking your skin. Michael touching you on the right place, at the right time, just like he know you want. Michael, Michael, Michael.

You spend the last forty minutes — no meeting down there end before that, even if the agenda was already completed —, imagining all the things he would do to you. Now it just feel like everything is happening, all at once.

Michael haunt you. Does he even know he have that effect on him? Can he tell your mind has already shaped itself to his form? Would he like it? Would he haunt you forever and evermore if you asked? Would he need you to say please?

You would say pretty, please if he wanted to.

You stayed quiet, forty minutes without saying a damn thing, huddled in your armchair. In an attempt to force yourself to be quiet, you covered your mouth with your hand. No one could see your teeths marking into your skin, or your toes curling inside your shoes, or the sweat forming on your back.

No one, except for Michael.

And when you were almost getting comfortable with the sensation inside you, when you were almost getting used with the incessant vibrations twisting your body and mind, that fucker turned it to eleven.

Like if you could take even more.

You twisted in the armchair, your head falling into your hands, your lips almost bleeding with the strength you put into being quiet. But it was a failed attempted this time. You knew that when the room went silent. What was that that went out of your mouth? A groan? A full moan? Maybe a grunt?

"Are you alright?" Someone asked you. When you look up, it took you sometime to understand who he was. What was his name? Have your ever saw him before? With some effort, you found the answer. Glenn.

"Fuck off," you murmured to him, so low no one could hear. You don't think you remember your own name. Do you?

"What did you say?" Michael put his hand on your thigh. No tissue could stop his warmth from reaching you. From getting you even closer to pure madness. That man will be your death. Or maybe you will be his.

"I said it was nothing," you forced a smile to Glenn. When you looked at Michael, your eyes burned his face. "I am just tired after a double shift. That's all."

You grabbed his hand. Your nails — or would it be claws? — got deeper into his skin. Michael smirked, unshakable. Maybe even a little bit satisfied. Maybe, after all, he too wanted your touch so bad that anything could kill his hunger. Even if it was pain. Especially if it was.

With their attentions turned back at the subject, you leaned into Michael. You suspire against his ear, appreciating all the pleasure he was giving you. "I gonna kill you."

"Oh, dear", Michael breath in your scent. "I'm counting on it."

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madwomansapologist · 10 months

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more michael fics please!! (from the good place) i love him sm. he’s honestly my favorite character in the show

dreary mondays | michael realman

synopsis: After centuries of constant work, Michael finally had time to rest. To rest with you. And he can't believe this is true. There must be something wrong.

warnings: demon!reader.

ps: thanks for your request! michael is such a great character, i am absolutely grateful for the consistent way he was marvelous written. sorry for making you wait, this year had been a little bit harsh for me, and then i totally forgot to answer you. i hope you like it!

Michael wandered around your house. He climbed the stairs, found out how to open the cellar door, learned that he was too high to walk there and went back to the second floor. By the time Michael went hunting lost paper clips around your house, you started to worry.

"If you don't stop moving I'll go insane," you threw your book across the room. It wasn't the first time you read The Republic, but it was the first time that it wasn't a ironic act. "What's happening?"

"Oh, sorry," Michael slowly dropped the paper clips he was holding and clapped anxiously. "I don't what you're talking about. Everything is perfect. Nothing different had happened. Nothing. Perfect."

You sat on the couch, now really worried. "Okaaaay", you nodded. "Not very subtle, Mike. Spit it out."

"A week," Michael pointed. "It's been a week without anything happening. No panic, no demons, no explosion. Jason haven't blew anything yet. We didn't found out someone was lying to us. We even had time to took a nap."

You sat on the table, next to the jar full of clips. You took his hands into yours, stroking his thin skin. You kissed his knuckles, and spoke with his skin against your lips. "Are you bored? I can lit something on fire."

"You know me so well," Michael sighed. "But don't you feel something is wrong? When was the last time we had time to take a nap? You been reading for almost a hour. A hour! Without anyone interrupting."

"Maybe," you rest his hand on your thigh. Michael carressed you. "Just maybe, it's because this is The Good Place. The real, truly, authentic Good Place. Maybe we finally made it."

Michael placed his head on your thighs. You ran your fingertips through the pale locks. He melted against you. "You think so?" Michael whispered.

"I do," and you really do. After working for centuries without being happy, torturing the disgusting people that would end up as your dearest friends, running away from demons and The Judge Gen, you finally feel free. Freed from the chains that once held you. "I know."

You both spend some minutes this away. Just feeling each others warmth. Michael was the one to break the silence. "Wanna watch The human Centipede?"

"Do I look like someone who enjoys torture?" You crossed your arms.

Michael smirked. "I will prepare the popcorn."

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madwomansapologist · 1 year

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Can I request “being TGP Michael’s soulmate would Include”? Tysm! :)

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being Michael Realman soulmate would include

synopsis: At The Good Place, the real truly Good Place, Michael thought that his life was finally perfect. When he meet you he realized that it couldn't be perfect because he didn't knew you yet.

warnings: a important theme on the last season is how there is not a soulmate, but just someone that you choose to love. i like to do those soulmate!au and will not stay totally loyal to the canon if that its not funny to me. if it was about a human i could totally make a "you are soulmates because of Michael's evil torture plan", like i did to Eleanor, but not to a immortal character because it wouldnt make sense to me.

ps: I love writing for that fandom! Thanks for your request dear reader, hope you like it!

• Michael spend his whole life, what means way more than the average, resolving problems. The afterlife is boring to demons? Okay, he found a solution. Wait. Those humans seens to always reazlize they are in The Bad Place? Calm down, calm down, he got a solution. Humans can actually evolve into greater beings? Michael know what to do. The Good Place is actually The Boring Place? You know who will solve it, just give him some time

• And then... no more problems. At least not big ones. It was just what he expect from paradise. A place where he could finally breath in. He could finally live, instead of just trying to survive. Michael thought he had everyhing he wanted

• The gentle bell announced a new resident.

• Your life was... You were kind to others. You did horrible things. You were truthful. You lied. You loved with your body and soul. You hated with all your heart. You experienced so much fun. Your life was so boring. Your legacy was warm and gentle. Your legacy was cold and rough. After all you lived, you were just like the very next person: someone that wronged and did hurtful things, but someone who also did the right thing and was lovely towards others. You were constantly trying, and that was enough

• After some time, you passed to The Good Place. You were someone who deserved to be there. In the first week you didn't even sleep. It wasn't great: it was amazing! A candy had the asnwer to what Twin Peaks really was. Magic doors took you to whatever place you wanted. Julius Cesar was such a nice guy. Princess Diana was so kind, as everyone expect. Robin Williams was brilliant. You met your great-grandfather! And his great-grandfather! And then you heard about the group that made everything possible, those people that saved the entire human population from a eternity of suffering

• When you discovered that Chidi Anagonye had a reading group, you knew that it was your chance. He was such a sweet guy, so gentle and caring. Eleanor Shellstrop helped you with your journey through philosophy. Didn't take much for you two to became friends

• Eleanor invited you to a party organized by Tahani Al-Jamil. She looked like what every celebrity want to be. Someone who would win a Tony, a Oscar, a Bafta, a Grammy and a Nobel in the same year. There you met Jason. Jacksonville! His heart was something you couldn't understand. Jason was so smart, but in a emotional way that opened your eyes. And the humanity of his lovely wife intrigued you. Janet was... perfect. In a way that no human or robot could ever be. She was simply perfect

• You wanted to met Michael, the demon that made everything possible. You had learn that 'demon' was a bad term, it was just difficult to stop using. It looks like he was doing something with Judge Gen. Although you don't really get who she is, it appeared important

• The group finished reading Anna Karênina. On paradise, an eight hundred pages book is something that everyone had the time to read. You tried it once when you were alive, but you didn't make it to the first hundred pages. Now, you did it in one week

• Chidi guided the discussion about the mishaps and turmoil of those two families. Someone, probably Freud, talked about how the very last scene of Anna and the birth of Kitty's child was a Tolstoy's attempt of punishing the female leads that wronged someone during the book. Jane Austen wouldn't stop talking about how Vronsky was a dipshit lover if Tolstoy didn't agree with her

• When it was your turn to give your opinion, you didn't even heard the door opening. Your view of how the motifs, mainly the candle, and how it repeats itself in different ways for Ana and Vronsky were your focous. For him it was a bad memory, for her it was her destiny. Submerged in your line of reasoning, you only notice him because of Chidi's voice

"Want to be part of the conversation?" Chidi asked when you finished your sentence. "I saw you reading it once, would you like to contribute?"

You turned your head to the place Chidi was looking at. The gray-haired man in a matching suit, shrugged his shoulders with a excited little smile on his face. "Do you have space for me here?"

"We always have, Mikey-boy", Eleanor tapped the sit next to her. "My new friend was talking about the candle motif, what do you think about it?"

"The candle motif, we all seen it", Michael turned his body in Eleanor's direction and followed her gaze to the new resident. And when he locked eyes with you, Michael wasn't able to talk anymore. Either were you.

Michael felt a storm inside him. His heart was jumping on his chest. His lungs didn't work anymore. His voice was nothing but a weak memory. His muscles turned into soft jellys.

You burned. Your eyes didn't work anymore, almost like some kind of smoke appeared in front of them. Your toes were shaking but you didn't even notice. You dropped the book on the floor, but the sound was muted.

While Michael eyes shine on emerald, yours turned into a lilac light.

"I am sorry", meanwhile looking at you, Michael were talking to everyone else on the room. He walked your way and grab your hand. You stand up, unable to do anything but to stay with him. "But that stupid book can wait."

You followed Michael, using one of the magic doors to get to a better place. You didn't droop his hand, you only hold it harder.

"God think my book is stupid?" Tolstoy asked when the door closed, tears glowing on his eyes. "What did I do wrong?"

"For the last time," said Marilyn Monroe. "He is not a god."

• Michael wouldn't care if the world end up right now. Either would you.

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madwomansapologist · 1 year

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Hi! I love your Good place story’s and headcannons! Sorry that this is long, but can I request a Sadist Michael x Masochist GenNeu Reader (smut)? Maybe they met Michael when he was still working for The Bad Place?? Idk where you cross the line, but can it can include bondage, derogation, biting, foreplay, etc?

Write whoever, honestly! I haven’t seen any yet, but thank you if you do my request! <3

a match made in hell | Michael (The Good Place)

synopsis: when Michael found someone who also was praying for making something different, he couldn't help himself. [2K]

warnings: cursing. very kinky. masochism and sadism, bondage, derogation and some evil schems to torture our loved Soul Squad.

ps: you simply wouldn't be able to understand how much I love that request!!!! Really, that story was perfecly formed on my mind! Sorry for making you wait, I am not so confident in my english and use some time editing. Also, this is my third time writing a smut more detailed, so... Thanks for requesting, I really do hope you like it!

Tedious.

When did you start feeling like this? Maybe two centuries ago? Eventually, everything becomes a blur. All memomies meet and it's hard to say from what moment they are. But you know for sure that, a long time ago, you didn't feel that way. No. It was exciting. It was funny. It was challenging. You desire it. You felt smat, important, talented. And now...

Design the project, build the new neighborhood, deal with Bad Janet, welcome the shitty humans. Do it all over again. Forever and evermore. Maybe try a different coffee, add vanilla on it. Or change the color of your pants, try a new kinda of suit. What about, instead of designing on a white sheet, use a blue one? At the end of the day, nothing ever changes. Ever.

So, yes, boring.

It was supossed to be your dream. And it was, for a really great time. But now, it is just a obligation. Something you have to do because... well, someone has to. And you are great, awarded so many times, an inspiration. How can you be so important, Shaw's right hand, and still feel like that?

When the new architect start his presentation, you we're almost sleeping. Part of it because your work is to irritate anyone that need do to something important, made them deal with a little patient test, but also because what would change if you pay attention? Everything will still the same, so why bother?

What you couldn't imagine, what made you lean your elbows on the table and look at the presentation board carefully, is that you heard something new. Not only something new, but something not fucking stupid. At least not entirely.

"Psychological torture?" You licked your lips, holding the presentation clipboard and reading his name. You knew what his name was, but you pretend to forget so those new demons can be put it in their places. You talked before Shaw, what was normal. You scare the newbies, he watches and have fun. "Michael, thats riscky."

"As it should." His smile was something. You could smeel his nervousness, literally. He is surrounded by experienced demons, by people that torture for way more time than he is alive. Shaw is the most important person down there. A leader. And you are his favorite. You worked for that. And yet stinking of fear, he didn't stopped smiling. Michael was proud. "We should like that job. It should be marvellous. Yes, this is riscky, but if it works our entire way to deal with humans will change for better. Better for us, obviously."

Shaw silenced some laughs when he threw the clipboard on the table. "And who said we don't like it?"

Even tho you love how nervous Shaw can make anyone feel, that wasn't an ideia that you could just discard. Something on your chest said that to you. Something screamed that it was more than just an attempt.

"I don't."

All demons around the table looked at you. They didn't even say anything, to surprised to use their mouths. What would they say? They are just a group of yes-man without something special to say. The only cruel demon whos oppinion matter to you was Shaw.

"You don't like to hurt them?" Shaw didn't blink. You don't think he ever did that.

"I love to," you reaffirmed to him. "But don't you feel tedious? Like if you closed your eyes for more than three seconds you could just sleep? Yesterday I heard a men screaming because I shoved some spiders up to his asshole and all I could think about was if I had turned off the gas."

At this point you had already stood up, exposing your oppinion as you walked. You approached Michael, the creative novice, but ignored him. With your back to him, you read the million-step plan for the new neighborhood. "The Good Place". You could feel the eyes on your back, but you just stared at the troubled blonde on the sheet.

"Remember when we realized that humans hate when we use their nails to rip out their eyes?" Now you we're looking at Shaw. His faced we're emotionless, as always. "When we started using divorced couples to hurt one another? Or when we finally understood why their vocal cords we're so sensitive?"

"Nostalgia," Shaw said, hating the sound of his own voice. "Thats your argument?"

"Thats the only argument I need," you smiled. "I would do anything to feel that again. Wouldn't you?"

And besides being a cunt on every situation, you knew that he was dying to do something new. "Fine," Shaw said, almost like he didn't want it. Probably he didn't, at least not as politely. "You can mentor him. Have your fun. I bet it on last six months."

"It's a bet."

Exciting with the tought of working on something new, and a little bit worried about making something that Shaw would approve, you didn't realize the eyes observing you. Analysing those four assholes whos lifes you would help turn into hell, you simply didn't pay attention to the man behind you.

Michael wasn't able to use his words.

You defended him. You supported him. You agreed. You felt the same. More than anything, you convinced Shaw that it was a valid idea. Michael didn't expect that from you. Maybe another architect dreaming about something new would act that way, but you? Someone so important, talented, awarded? His inspiration?

Michael was not prepared for this. For you to look at him. To talk to him. To agree with what he said. Michael was not prepared to have you so closed to him, paying attention to his work, believing on him.

And Michael was definitely not prepared for you to mentor him.

Your experience was something that he could only dream to have. Michael lived millennia and was nothing compared to you. And while you mentor him, teaching him what your live had teached you, Michael was responsible for creating the soul of the neighborhood.

"So..." You swallowed. It wasn't what you expected. Walking along the colorful alleys, a strangeness shivered your back. This was so anormal. So different from anything you've ever done. "Frozen yogurt?"

"What do humans thinks that they love but they actually hate?" Michael asked, and even tho it seens obvious, that didn't look like the right asnwer for you. "They took something they love with their whole souls and made it worse so they would have it more. Frozen yogurt."

You agreed, not so sure about that. "It looks just friendly to me. Don't see how that would make their lives something unbeareble."

"It will," Michael smiled, jumping on his pretty suit. "You gonna see it."

The night lit you both. Among the empty alleys, but colored as if they were used every day, you both walked to make sure the neighborhood worked. After so much work, all that remained was to ensure that there was no problem caused by a Janet's mistake and to receive the four little shits. So far, there were no errors. She worked well. Really well.

"I could never have imagined that you were bored," Michael said, walking beside you. "I thought if anyone among us knew what they were doing, it would be you."

"I love this job, but we deserve better. They make mistakes, they hurt others, and it's our job to make sure they're punished the way they weren't while they were alive. But why should that be a penance for us? Those Good Place assholes like what they do. We deserve the same."

Michael couldn't agree more.

"Now that the neighborhood is ready, are you going to move away?" He asked, hoping the answer would be no. "Everyone who will act are ready for work, but you still haven't said what you want."

"I don't think acting is for me. I'll keep causing pain."

"I think you'd do well," Michael was sincere.

When you saw another Frozen Yogurt, you sat in one of the chairs exposed on the porch. Sitting facing each other, you shook your head. "I'm not subtle. It would spoil everything."

"I don't think it would. On the contrary." Michael's smile was... something

"Michael, Michael, Michael. I'm starting to think you don't want me away. Do you like my company or do you just prefer that I am the one addressing Shaw during meetings?"

"You discovered me," he teased. "Now I have to find someone else to do the hard part."

When the silence took a while to break, he spoke again. "Or maybe I enjoy your company."

You just stared at him for a moment, letting the fake moon shine on you. Something in you wished you could touch his hair. It looked so soft. The other wanted to rip that stupid tie.

""Still, I can't see how that would work. I'm sure that on the first problem I would lose my mind and jump on someone's neck. I bet the first one would be the Florida guy. It would ruin everything."

Michael's eyes gleamed. That was a sight that made his chest shudder. He might have shut up, but Michael was never a coward. "You just need to learn to be more patient. I can teach you that."

You leaned your elbows on the table, watching him more closely. The phrase could be understood in an innocent way, but you were too smart for that. A defiant smile appeared on your face. "You think you can teach me something?"

"I know I can try."

You could have stopped that conversation there. Said you was joking, that you needed to get back to work, that you both were co-workers. It was just saying that you didn't want to. No. You just thought: What bad could happen? And that was enough to make any doubts disappear.

"Feel free to try as much as you like. I doubt you'll get anything."

Michael stood up, which surprised you. Thought he wouldn't know what to do. Michael sat on the table, next to his body, and crossed his arms. "I like a challenge," he said.

No.

He promissed.

When his fingers began to undo the knot that held the tie around his neck, a part of you lit up. It was as if he had read your mind. Slowly, he released the fabric and stretched it between his fingers, smoothing out what was previously wrinkled.

"Get up."

You remained seated, arms crossed.

Michael approached. His fingers latched onto the back of your neck, gripping your hair and forcing you to look him straight in the eye. He could even control your head, but not your eyes. You looked down, consciously choosing to make sure he didn't get what he wanted, little knowing it was a sight that made Michael never want to walk away from you again.

"Are you going to make your life difficult, sweetie?" Sweetie. It wasn't an endearing nickname, but rather a harsh word. He released your hair abruptly, causing your body to sway in the chair. "As you wish."

Michael took your hands. With the surprise, you ended up being lifted from the chair. He deftly placed your hands behind your body, bringing them together at the small of your back, and used his tie to secure them. You squirmed, getting in his way, but your intention wasn't to stop him. You just wanted to piss him off a little bit. He knotted it tightly, the fabric brushing against your skin hard enough to mark. You will survive. Better: you liked it

"You don't have to pretend you don't want this," Michael practically purred against your ear. His body was pressed against yours, your back against his torso. When one of his hands pulled your hair back, the other grabbed the knot that held you and played with the battered skin. "Don't act like a saint. That doesn't suit you, sweetie."

The words, the velvety way they came out of Michael's mouth, it made your insides turn. You wouldn't need much more to be ready for him.

"What will you do?" Your voice was husky, as if you hadn't used it in a long time. "I've seen that you can talk, but I don't think you have anything but a foul mouth."

Michael's laugh chills you.

Without warning, Michael forced your spine against the table. Lying on top of it, helpless against the cold metal and with your lower body exposed, there wasn't much to do but wait. Quickly, Michael got rid of your clothes. He just ripped them from your body, not worrying about the future.

The empty neighborhood didn't stop you from feeling like you were being seen by the whole world. Maybe you were. And that was delicious. To think that maybe there was someone lurking in the shadows enjoying the little experiment.

Michael's hands touched you body, grabbing everything he could. He touched you like it was the last time, like he would never feel your soft skin again. He was possessive, brutish, relentless: maybe it wouldn't be the last time.

"I want to hear you beg for me."

"In your dreams." He didn't see it, but he knew you were smiling. It made his cock throb.

He bent down, biting the thin, cool skin of your ass. It would leave marks. A little more force and maybe blood would come out. It wasn't an idea that disgusted you. To think of his mouth wet with whatever liquid your body could produce. Michael hungry for you.

"Is that all you know how to do?"

Michael licked the sensitive skin. His fingers crept up your thighs, tingling, until he reached your core. He pulled his fingers away, brought them to his tongue and moistened them, and without warning he penetrated you. Your body nearly convulsed with the brute act. That muffled sound was so perverted. It almost made you ashamed. Almost.

"Michael," you moaned, knowing full well it would cheer him up. "Oh, Michael."

You felt him spit into you, only to re-enter with force. A few thrusts later, you noticed something crawling on your skin. Something big and thick. Without warning, he started fucking you for real. And Michael had no pity for your trembling body.

"Tell me what you want." His voice was so raw it drew a groan from her. "I thought you liked talking. Come on, I want to hear it."

You wish you could touch him. Pull him close to you and devour his mouth. You hadn't kissed and it was so lewd. You wanted to touch his dick. You wanted to put it in his mouth and choke. You wanted to be seen. You wanted to be heard. You wanted to feel pain. You wanted a lot.

"I want," his hoarse groan stopped you from talking. Michael went harder, laughing at how pathetic you were.

"Speak up, my dirty little whore. I don't bite." Michael sighed, feeling the sweat trickle down his body. "Oh, that's a lie. But you like it."

The more he talked, the more he cursed you, the more you wanted him. Ah, if only you could control the situation. It would make him cry with exhaustion

A slap crackled against your skin. Your ass burned. And more slaps burned your skin. Each stronger. "I fucking want to hear you."

"I want to come." You could barely open your mouth to do anything but moan. "Michael, make me come on your dick."

Michael tapped your thigh again.

"As you wish."

And without mercy, he violated your body until you couldn't breathe. And he didn't stop. Even when it was uncomfortable. He kept going until he was good again and, without saying a single word, he came after your second peak.

"More patient?" Michael mocked.

"Not at all," you replied, barely breathing.

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