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they are friends ur honor pls pls :pleading:

YAY! I love me some rough Michael smut... Now for a while, I’ve been toying with the idea of Michael being an asshole and pulling orgasm denial or catching his s/o masturbating so I hope this fits what you wanted... Also this doesn’t include everything ;) but pls let me know if you want the full thing.. enjoy 💕🔪

MASTERLIST

MICHAEL CATCHING HIS S/O MASTURBATING

“fuck” you moaned as you bit into your sweatshirt, trying to stifle your noise. Rubbing and teasing your entrance with your slick fingers creating your own world of bliss.

Michael had been gone for about two days now which wasn’t uncommon, sometimes the world and even yourself was too much for him. He was probably at his childhood home just getting away from everything; the man lived alone in a sanatorium most of his life, sometimes having a person around him constantly was all too much. That you understood. Michael was like a wild animal who needed his freedom, needed to run and chase his blood lust. God help the person who tries to tame and control him.

At this moment you craved him, you could never get enough of him but tried to never show him that or else you would be a dead man walking; he would exploit it and he would fuck you until you were broken every day. You know he could.

Images of Michael floated through your head as you picked up your pace, circling the swollen bud of nerves, closing your eyes; the way he choked you, his ravenousness lips, his massive muscular body towering over you and manhandling you. You needed him.

“Michael” whining around the fabric in your watering mouth, now fingers slowly moving in and out of your heat, you were close, so close. Blissfully unaware of your surroundings, something lurked in the shadows just beyond the doorway to the bedroom. A man full of carnal desires and fury all topped off with a sinister smirk behind his mask. Hearing his name in your sweet mouth was an earned right to him, you had earned nothing. Nothing yet.

Your back arched as your walls began to quiver before clamping down on your fingers. You didn’t get that chance. No, no. A large burning hand grabbed your throat pushing you into the mattress, while another hand jerked your fingers harshly out of yourself.

Panicked eyes shot open seeing the man towering over you. Your brain screamed danger! danger! as an alarm, you were just prey to an apex predator at this point. Your heavy breathing slowed and you released the sweatshirt from your teeth.

You didn’t dare try to explain yourself or coax him to release you gently, you knew it was suicide, fuck, you knew that you were poking the bear when you started pleasuring yourself.

“Stay” he gruffly ordered, you would be insane to disobey. The shape disappeared into the dark for a moment as you coughed and gasped for air, getting as much as possible before the impending affliction. When he came back you could hear the assaulting sound of duct tape ripping and tearing. Fuck.

Michael roughly sat you up, stripping you of any remaining clothing and he gathered both of your small wrists bounding them together behind your back uncomfortably. You didn’t complain however, this was probably the mildest pain you would feel tonight.

Standing before you he tore away the pale mask carelessly tossing it to the floor, letting you see his stone-cold gaze, his eyes practically devouring you. Stepping towards you Michael pushed you down on your back and bound arms, slowly he ran his thick fingers down your inner thighs, leaving little goosebumps behind, he was being strangely gentle, taking his time with you. That was never a good sign.

All you could do was stare at him like a deer in the headlights as he sank to his knees on the hardwood, your sex bared right in front him, you felt like a beaten dog who has shown its belly in submission. Michael’s hot breath slowly comes closer making you quiver and shake, then his tongue lazily laps up your juices and flicks your clit. A loud moan built in your throat as he repeated the process, teasing you, he was too good with his mouth and he knew it.

Lips suddenly sucked at your clit and he started to hum making you writhe but his large hand pressed firmly on your core telling you to stay still, he made it really fucking difficult but you had no choice.

The hot coil in your stomach built and built as Michael nipped, sucked and licked then suddenly plowed two harsh fingers inside you threatening to snap that coil, but he removed his lips and moved to nip at your thighs, his fingers now torturously slow, the burning coil faded out. You whined and cried like a helpless puppy, you wanted to pull his head back down but your hands were constricted, now you understood the punishment, you got too handsy with yourself for his liking so you had no right to touch him tonight, no matter how much you begged.

His eyes shot to yours, reeling in the state he had put you in. You were a moaning mess struggling to compose yourself, a little dribble of drool flowed down your lip and to your chin, tears brimmed in your eyes from the overstimulation.

yes they did. billy bought weed from eddie the first weekend he ended up in shitsville, indiana. saw him at a party billy shouldered his way into, his dopey grin and chatting with everyone, his halo of hair and knew he had the good shit. eddie rolled him a joint and said "first ones on the house, man" and billy rolled his eyes and smoked it out on the back porch with eddie and didnt realize eddie doesn't do freebies but eddie thought the mullet was cute, so it was the least eddie could do

billy tapped the buttons on eddie's vest--anthrax, judas priest--and said "nice" and something stupid and wistful swelled in eddie's gut, settled around his heart

billy tells eddie d&d is dumb nerd shit and he steals eddie's cigarettes and kicks the wheels of his van with a scowl and drives eddie home when his van is actually being a piece of shit and they fight over the radio every time

eddie plays his guitar out on the trailer's deck and it doesn't sound as good as he wants because wayne warned him not to piss off the neighbours anymore with his amp but billy still knows the songs, murmurs the lyrics under his breath, blowing smoke rings at the moon

eddie seeks billy out in the halls at school. they hunch under the bleachers in the cold, sharing a smoke, blowing into their hands in turn to warm them up and eddie can't stop staring at the way billy's eyes look so bright against the grey monotony of Indiana, the way his nose goes pink in the cold

billy drives eddie around his camaro and only punches eddie in the thigh when eddie puts his beat up converse on the dash and lets him get pretzel dust all over the seats and tries not to think of how much he likes eddie here, beside him, how surprising and aggravating it is that he makes this backwater hellhole actually okay

how he looks forward to seeing eddie's mop of hair in the cafeteria at lunch, doesn't mind at all how loud he talks, his sharp laugh, his dumb doe eyes, how he constantly fiddles with his rings and how billy just stares and stares at his hands, pulling his smokes to the filter every time

they kiss for the first time at the picnic table behind the running track at school because no one ever goes there and eddie plays with the curls behind billy's ear, billy fists a hand into the arm of eddie's denim vest to keep him close

supernatural au. Billy the werewolf is finally taller than Eddie, and Billy takes advantage of that