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Michael's Human

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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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[madwomansapologist]

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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[ice-sculptures]

can i go one (1) day without having a crippling headache. like. is that even possible? can my body just chill out a little?

[indecisive-v]

gladly @lavendertarot @purgemarchlockdown

tgp au short version: this tierlist that is subject to change (and also broke some text when i saved it????)

minecraft stuff: i rlly wanted to play pixelmon and the aether mod together and i found a modpack that included cobblemon and the aether (plus some other things) so i was thinking about that while trying to sleep and will likely play around with it later today

tgp au long version (tgp spoilers):

afterlife experiment by jackalope for torturing bad people, just like the original (though it is really funny to imagine michael running this)

"these are all bad people because they were the reason someone died, let's torture them by making them feel guilty about it"

jackalope is less involved though and leaves a lot of the stuff to es

janets are instead es and are based off of existing people for "variety"

unlike a janet, es isn't all-knowing, though they still have access to a lot of information

the personal parts of humans' lives isn't included in that for privacy reasons, so when es tries to figure out why these very morally grey people are in the good place, the only clues they have are the music videos, some rough details of the humans' lives, and asking the humans themselves

the music videos do still exist here but just as a fun way to show the humans their lives (except they also reignite bad memories. for torture purposes); each of them gets to see their music video when they're brought to their house like eleanor seeing that video of "real" eleanor's memories

why yes, es does still freak out whenever their sense of identity is questioned! only this one though 😁

also kotoko acts like simone for a bit lmao

ik shidou's the doctor but i think he'd either accept it or play along after es shows him funky afterlife stuff

fuuta might pull a simone too actually

sorry hold on i'm thinking while writing this and while i'm considering how everyone reacted to being told they're in milgram, being told you're in a weird magical prison for murder is VERY different from being told you're dead and in heaven and are a Good Person lmao

oh right, the murders!

depending on what the victim meant to each person, some of them get to join the experiment (everyone goes to the bad place anyway, complicatedness of modern life making it too hard to be a Good Person and all that)

after all, mahiru wouldn't believe the good place ruse if the love of her life isn't there!

and bonus, shidou now has to confront his family directly after feeling the overwhelming guilt of his desperate and failed efforts to save them!

righto let's get on to the individual tortures like that

just being in "heaven" is torture for yuno due to it being one massive "you're a good person who's done nothing wrong!" and she probably tells someone "you know what? i should be in a medium place"

mikoto's mv ends up being a whole other mv, a much nicer one- except it still has parts influenced by orekoto, and while that unsettles him a little, he gets really scared of some of the others after learning what they did- be it a slip of the tongue, shidou or yuno openly talking about how they feel, or jackalope "accidentally" letting him see someone else's mv

mahiru and her boyfriend are tortured by having to see each other again after he killed himself because boy is that gonna be a fun topic for them to talk about

fuuta gets stuck thinking about the last part of the bring it on mv- he enjoyed it at first like "haha! wow! i'm so cool" and then he sees at the end himself huddled under the blankets, looking at his phone, and he goes "what the hell is this supposed to mean"; like mikoto he brushes it off for a bit until he learns about everyone else, then he goes "uhh i don't think some of these people should be here... oh god, do i not belong here too?" and that little crisis gets the honor of being his torture

kazui gets told "see, here's the thing. your soulmate's still alive, so you're gonna have to wait for them here" and he literally saw his wife die in front of him so that just confirms for him that either he didn't love her or, even if he did, it wasn't meant to be

amane wholeheartedly believes she's in heaven because why wouldn't she be? she's a good girl! some extra work is put in to make the place seem a little more accurate to her religion's idea of heaven. but then she gets a liiiittle upset when she sees that a doctor is somehow here and upon asking es, she gets told "well, your religion wasn't 100% accurate" and it escalates from there as she gets more upset and is forced to question her whole life

haruka doesn't question it when he's told he's in the good place, but he's just scared of... basically everyone, especially amane

muu also gets a completely different mv since she's put in a place that validates her instead of scaring her, so she thinks she's good to go and everything is fine! though... some things could be a little better?

after haruka and muu get close to each other though (maybe they get told they're soulmates), the torture for both of them is like tahani's where they still believe they're in the good place and belong there but some things just aren't quite right, and while they try to find comfort in each other their relationship is just too unhealthy

kotoko is told to relax and that she "doesn't have to pursue justice anymore" and she doesn't like that because what the Fuck is she supposed to do now?? just chill??? there's still bad things happening on earth and now she can't do anything about it???? ...hey, wait a minute, suddenly there's bad things happening here too 🤨

need the milgram "the good place" au ideas i'm getting rn to shut up for a bit i just wanted to think about minecraft

[bowieandqueen11]

External Love / Michael Imagine

Request: Hellooo i was wondering if you could write a michael from the good place imagine? I haven’t finished season 4 yet and im real thirsty for him 

One final hoorah for the Good Place! Boy am I going to miss this show ;3

Comments are always appreciated?

‘You guys, I was so worried for you!’

Laying on the train track, all you can do to keep yourself from squeaking in a mixture of fear and relief, although you hear Chidi doing that exact thing by your feet, is to look up at the sky. The sky you had spent the last who knows how many Jeremy Bearimys gazing up at it; the sky is dappled with the lowest clouds, a beauty over your motley crew. All that you can do for a second is rest on your back and let your eyes look upwards, enjoying the beautiful falseness that was your truth.

Eleanor was the first to move, followed by Jason who offers you a helping hand back onto the platform.

‘I told you he was still on our side!’

‘Of course I was! You’re my f-friends and I want- I wanted to save you.’

'It’s okay, bud’, you say gently as you approach his tall, slightly slouched frame.

His eyes showed a kind of gentle concern you’d started to grow familiar with during your time in the fake Good Place, a look he normally reserved only for you. He laid his hand lightly on your shoulder, and instead of flinching like you used to do every time you figured out he was torturing the five of you, you were soothed by it. 

‘I was so...afraid.’

When he opens his other arm, you don’t hesitate to go into them. His body seems so familiar to you now, the smell of slight pine and a touch of strawberry froyo, the lean and hard muscle against your cheek as you nustle into his warmth. His jacket is scratchy against your skin, his bowtie tickling your nose as he knocks his glasses back up his nose, but you only pull him closer. He rests his chin against the top of your head, thankful, but fear still panging in him at the thought of Shawn having caught you. His lanky fingers gently rub the tip between your shoulder and your arm, a fluttering feeling in his stomach to have you, for the first time, pressed so closely to him. He never wanted the moment to end.

Pulling away from him slightly, you grab the tip of his chin, not allowing him to look away from you.

‘I wanted to save you.’

He refuses to look away, though, even as his bottom lips begin to tremble and his shoulders start to shake with emotion he wasn’t used to feeling. His lashes brimmed heavy with tears, his hands open and closing shut as Janet makes to stop closer, but you just wave her away. The rest of team Cockroach moves down the platform and onto the street to allow the two of you a moment alone.

A lone tear traces its way down the frame of his glasses and down his cheek, and just like that, the gates open. He begins to cry, tears streaming from his deep blue eyes in gasping sobs, and it almost frightened you to hear such a noise come from an immortal being.

You stopped him the only way you knew how.

You grab a hook into his suspenders and pull him down until your foreheads bump together. He looks shocked, but he has no time to comprehend what was happening before your lips reach up and press gently against his. It’s soft and gentle and chaste and maybe there’s no fireworks or sparks, but it’s better than that: it’s a wave of warmth that fills Michael up, spilling out from his stomach and rushing to every corner of his body. The cracks in between his toes, the crooks of his elbows, the tips of his ears. Every inch of him is saturated with love.

He pulls away, mouth blubbering open as he looks at you in shock. He makes as if to speak, but you only press a finger against his lips.

‘Sh’, you hush him, pressing your hand against his cheek, giving you more support to push yourself towards him, and connect your lips again. You held it for a few seconds, before your lips began to move in perfect sync, slowly, cautiously. You exhaled through your nose, not wanting to let go. 

‘Whoo, get some my girl!’

You only laugh against Michael’s lips as Chidi slaps a hand against Eleanor’s mouth.

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[i-write-and-therefore-i-am]

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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[jellycolors]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥

[take-me-to-the-good-place]

An AU where Eleanor is the neighborhood demon architect and Michael is the one to make it to the fake Good Place by mistake and get tortured 🤔

[imaginesbymk]

[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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[incorrectfandomquotesbyleonard]

Jeff in Comparative Religion: You’re mad at me.

Shirley: I’m not mad, just disappointed.

Jeff: Oh come on! Everyone knows that’s worse!

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Eleanor: *has been silent for ages*

Michael: What are you thinking?

Eleanor: I'm thinking...I want pizza.

Michael: Pizza...for two?

Eleanor: *glares*

Michael: *shuts up*

Eleanor: Hey, Janet, can you get us a pizza please?

Michael: *whispers* No anchovies.

Eleanor: Extra anchovies please.

Michael: That's ok, I'll just pick them out.

Eleanor: Could you just cut them up and mix them right there in the sauce?

[madwomansapologist]

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

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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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[prettylittlearrowfangirl]

If anyone else filled Michael’s office, I hope they never took down the photos of Team Cockroach.

[cozylittleartblog]

Are you not into BATIM anymore? It’s sad that you closed the ask blog.

I don’t know why the last couple months people have been asking me about BATIM so much xD It’s not annoying or anything it’s just really confusing why there’s so much interest in it again, or more specifically why there’s so much interest in the stuff i made for it again.

Anyway yeah no I moved on from that blog, it was fun while it lasted but I wanted to do other stuff with my time. I’m still,,, KINDA into it? like I keep up with news for the new games and i’ve drawn a smidge of fanart here n there but that’s it lol. probs wont be drawing anything else for the AU ask blog tho, i more or less like where i left it. with all the time and effort i and so many other people poured into it though, i’m happy people are still enjoying it! even if my art and writing has evolved A Lot since then asdfklsldkfj

it’s three-year anniversary was actually a couple weeks ago on june 1st,,, time really flies huh

[bowieandqueen11]

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.

[i-write-and-therefore-i-am]

Hello Beautiful People!!

Would any of you be interested in Michael x Reader fics? I have several ideas but I wanna see if there’s a place for them on here. The thirst is real for Demon Daddy 😂😂