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toxicanonymity · 1 day
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busted (jailbird one shot)
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2.5k WORDS, JOEL "JOJO" MILLER x f!READER SUMMARY: You roleplay as cop and sex worker. WARNINGS: I8+, no plot just smut, roleplay, manhandling, handcuffs, bj, unsafe PIV, creampie, fluff. writer chooses not to warn in further detail, read at your own risk. Read alone or see jailbird masterlist for relationship & reader history. NOTES: On hiatus, but this has been in my tumblr drafts since 3/20. Ty for the ask. They've both served time. This happens while Joel's aunt/your former cellmate is still locked up. Ty again to everyone who made me write cellmate's nephew (history) 💀. Divider by @saradika-graphics. @toxicfics for notifications.
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You sit on Joel’s bed alone, wearing a short skirt, a lace bra, and fishnet stockings he already ripped wide open the last time you wore them. You finish lacing up your boots, tuck a wad of cash into your bra, and get a tictac mint from your purse. Then you put on the bag and close the bedroom door behind you as you leave. 
As you walk into the living room, the front door opens. You realize you’re holding your breath and feel silly. Your heart skips a beat when he steps through the door. 
He pauses long enough for you to take in his whole form. . .tattooed arms swelling out from the sleeves of his slutty, blue uniform. Your eyes fall to his crotch as he turns to face you. The tight polyester pants leave little to the imagination. The whole, massive outline is visible atop his thigh, straining the fabric. He smooths his mustache and tilts his head, checking you out. Then he keeps a straight face as he steps toward you and says,
“‘S’cuse me, miss. Can I see some ID?”
Your heart flutters. You’ve played the part so many times. Played lots of parts. You're used to being who the client needs. But here you are with a little stage fright in front of your boo. And Jesus Christ, there’s something about his prison tattoos bursting out of that uniform. 
You stand still in the middle of the room and he slowly paces around you. A few feet away, but close enough to smell the cigarette he must have enjoyed outside and the cologne he reserves for date nights. The sight and smell of him makes you tingle. His touch might make you physically swoon. He clears his throat, and your face heats up. You lock eyes with him, and there’s a sparkle in his gaze, but he manages to hold firm, not breaking. 
“I, um – I have it somewhere.” You rifle through your bag.
“What’s that in your brassiere, ma’am?” He takes a baton off his hip and gestures to your bra cup. Your chest is lightly dusted in a caramel flavored shimmer powder.  
“Oh,” you stammer, looking away.  “I dunno why I put this here when I have a purse,” you mutter, half out of character.
“Just what I was thinkin’,” he cocks an eyebrow at you. He begins to stalk around you again, getting a little closer with each step, closing in on you. Then, he holsters his baton and stands behind your back, close enough to feel his body heat. You turn your face to the side and his scent wraps around you. 
His hardness lightly grazes you, and you push your ass back instinctively. His left hand comes to your hip as his right hand snakes around your torso.  His voice is deep and gruff.
“I’m thinkin’ this is dirty money.”
He trails his fingers slowly up your sternum, then over the curve of your left breast to your black push-up bra. You watch the faded barbed wire flex on his hand as he slides two fingers into the bra cup, retrieving the cash. He lowers his volume and his lips brush the shell of our ear. “Real dirty, honey.” 
“It’s nothing,” you shake your head, getting into a better rhythm. 
“Lemme take this off your hands,” he offers and lifts the strap of your purse off your shoulder. He stuffs the cash in it and tosses the purse to Mabel’s easychair. The tictacs rattle as it lands. He returns behind you, and this time, both hands go to your hips.
“I’m thinkin’ we can work somethin’ out,” he murmurs. His hands meander up your sides, then back down. He holds onto your hips and pulls you back against him, lightly grinding his hard length against your skirt, making you throb. 
“Fuck, Jo,” you whine in a whisper, pushing back on him like you shouldn't be. He exhales what you're pretty sure is a laugh. You can picture his smile. You're not ready to throw in the towel on this scene. You compose yourself and ask, “What are you doing?” You step forward, away from him, then turn around with a glare. 
He slowly rubs his arousal and adjusts himself. Then he puts his hands on his hips and shifts his weight. He looks you up and down, slowly shakes his head, and clucks his tongue.  
“Y’know, I didn’t wanna have to do this.”  He reaches behind his back for his cuffs, and you head for the door. 
He grabs you by the arm, and you continue to pull away. 
“No,” you protest emptily, tingling at the thought of him getting rougher.
He wraps a strong arm around you and you keep squirming. He lets you pull away toward the door until you’re up against it. He presses his weight against you with a forearm on your upper back and warns, “Resisting arrest?” 
He wrangles your arms behind your back, and the cold metal edge makes you shiver as your first wrist is cuffed. The second cuff clicks into place and he tightens them. Your cuffed hands desperately feel around the front of his pants, and he shifts his hips to help you find what you're looking for. You softly moan when your palm meets the hard length in his pants. 
“So now ya wanna be good,” he taunts, then lets out a barely audible grunt, pressing his hips forward, arousal swelling against your palm.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, officer.” He takes your hands and puts them on your mid back, and you keep them there. He yanks the whole skirt up over your ass in one go, watching your ass drop, fishnet diamonds stretched over it. His hips push forward and his hardness makes you throb. 
“Spread’em,” he commands. 
You widen your stance. 
“Good girl,” he murmurs, then wedges a hand between you and the door. Your palms rest on his tummy as he shoves his hand between your legs and feels how wet you are through the pre-ruined fishnets. 
“Alright, let’s make a deal,” he growls, then cruelly takes his hand away without so much as putting half a finger in you. 
He grabs you by one arm and pulls you over to the sofa. “Knees,” he murmurs, and helps you down onto the carpet. He pats your head then sits down on the sofa with a sigh, manspreading. He splays his arms out on the back of the couch and looks at you affectionately for a moment before his face hardens again. He takes off his fake utility belt in a hurry. 
“Got five minutes to convince me not to take ya in,” he warns, "If ya can handle it." He lifts his hips, giving you a rush of arousal. He pulls at his uniform pants, and they snap open at the side. This must have been quite a hit all those years ago on stage. For you, he's not wearing anything under them. You glance at his hip tattoo. Yeah.
He frees his massive cock and wraps his hand around the clean shaven base. He squeezes it as he looks at you darkly. "Such a bad girl." He scoots toward the edge of the sofa. Your hands are still handcuffed behind your back, skirt still sitting up above your ass.
You lean forward, dip your head, and he feeds you his cock. You slurp the fat head into your mouth and he sighs, watching you with a softening scowl. "Fuck yeah," he breathes. His knees bracket you and help you balance with no use of your hands as you bob your head. He moans as you suck him. You stretch your jaw, sucking at the smooth, salty tip, then take a few inches into your mouth and hold it, feeling him throb. "God damn," he curses softly. You suck with the back of your throat and carefully take as much as you can, expertly swallowing his length. You take him so deep that your lips brush his shaved pubic skin, and your eyes prickle with tears.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Get up here.” 
You slowly let his cock out of your mouth, and a string of slobber falls away with it.
He grabs your arms and helps you stand. He could stand to be rougher about it. But he's all but abandoning character, overtaken by the way you make him feel. The real you.
He helps you balance as you kneel onto the sofa, straddling him with your thighs spread wide. His breaths are heavy and getting heavier as he eyes your tits and the front closure of your bra. 
He sits up straight. He wraps an arm around you and interlaces his fingers with one of your cuffed hands. "Doin' so good, baby." With his other hand, he swiftly unhooks the front clasp of your bra, and the cups break apart, letting your tits fall out.  He takes a nipple into his mouth, then passionately licks and kisses his way up to your mouth. He palms one breast as he sucks the other and holds your hand behind your back. He pulls you right against him so your clit presses against his warm, hard cock and it makes him moan against your breast as he throbs against you.
He moves you, grinding his cock on your clit. He kisses your breast again, then drags his nose up your chest and feverishy kisses you everywhere on his way to your neck, where he sucks you long and slow. He lets go of your hand and slides his hand down, reaching under your ass to your cunt, where he slides his fingers through your slick then spreads you open for him.
He maneuvers you up to get clearance for his cock. He runs the tip through your slick, then massages your clit with it before notching at your entrance. You twitch at the contact, then begin to sink onto him and he pulls you down with a grunt.
"That's my girl," he breathes.
His lips find yours, and the kiss is long and slow with him seated fully inside you. He moves you on his cock, and his hips roll under you at a slow rhythm, stretching you with his girth, making you twitch already. You break the kiss with a moan.
You look down between your bodies, then purr, “is it hot in here, officer?” 
“God you're fuckin’ hot,” he gushes with urgency.  He reaches in his shirt pocket for the key to the handcuffs and wraps his arms around you. His cock twitches and he fumbles around as he uncuffs you. You rip open his snap button uniform top, then cradle his face and your lips smash back together and his tongue finds yours. He pulls you close. Your tits press into his chest and you moan into his mouth as you roll your hips.
You sigh and curse and moan against each other's mouths as you ride him.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “I coulda came soon as ya—fuck–the way you were clawin’ around for my cock just to feel it—ohhhh.”
He playfully plucks at the fishnets then kneads your ass as you fuck. He lets you take the lead, sliding his hands down to your legs, then your boots. He sighs, "Ohh, baby," as you ride him.
“Yeah,” you breathe, feeling sharply on the edge already, with his cock inside you and the ghost of it pressed up against you through those pants. 
“Ohh, fuck,” he pants, “yeah.” His flesh fills yours so perfectly, stretching you around him. Your body wetly hugs his length as he smoothly thrusts up into you. He growls into your neck, “I can't get enough’a ya.” You card your fingers through his hair. 
“God you feel good,” you gush. “So fucking good. He’s kissing your neck wet and sloppy now. You both breathe audibly. "God, I love this cock," you pant. Your breath is shallow with your pending peak. You grind against him, then let it overtake you. “Fuck,” you breathe as your walls flutter around him. 
He groans as you come on his cock.  As you finish your peak, he’s clearly holding back. You look down at his inked torso glistening. 
You both watch where your bodies meet, and you tell him, “i want you to come.”
“c'mere” he takes your jaw in one hand, and brings your lips back to his. He holds you tight, kissing you for a few thrusts, then his lips fall apart to moan and breathe vocally as he fucks you.
He pulses inside, pinching his eyes shut. He groans into your cheek, and you finger his curls as he pumps you full. Then you relax into his arms.
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You share a long moment without words, and he holds your head. Then he uses his chest to push you slightly off him. He looks you in the eyes, then does a double take down to your tits and dips his head to kiss one before returning his attention to your face. 
You're still on his cock, and the stretch persists even as he slowly softens.
He looks back and forth between your eyes and blurts out, “you should move in.” 
You laugh in shock. 
“‘m’serious, baby,” he says with a smile. You bite away another laugh and his smile fades. He whispers, “Dead serious.”
He pulls you in for a kiss, then breaks away to await your answer. 
You haven't thought about it, really. Not yet, anyway. But it doesn't feel out of the question. You glance over to Mabel’s chair. 
“She knows,” he assures you. It doesn't make a difference right now, but you pray she'll get paroled sooner rather than later. 
“Just think about it,” he offers. 
You nod and bite your lip, running your hand through his hair affectionately, still plugged by his cock. "Tempting," you smile.
“I'm a lucky man either way,” he says.
Your face heats up, and you reflexively lighten the conversation. “Why’d ya cuff me if ya wanted me on top,” you laugh.
“Hell if I know what I want,” he admits. He kisses your neck then murmurs, “Just want ya every which way all the time.”
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thank you for reading, and thank you for your support. love you guys <333. my tag list is gone for real this time, sorry. I'm also on a break from writing & reading but had this in my drafts.
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3zethe3zr · 7 months
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From the journals of the late Prince Absolver:
I can now say with utmost certainty that a firescales's inner blaze gives their scales that blistering brightness. Witnessing Jailbirds physical degradation over the ten years of having her is more than enough proof that the inner blaze is linked to not only appearance but general health and wellbeing: The worse the dragons health and wellbeing is, the weaker their temperature. (And the duller their appearance, and so forth) To corroborate above points refer to smelting records and compare the melting times of ten tons of iron from 4562 PS to 4572 PS. She no longer even turns to look at me
The current location of this firescales is unknown
- Rainwing Emissary Mangosteen
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kettle-bird · 5 months
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Been braining up a little dinocentric headworld, have some girlfriends who cause problems! More info about these two below the cut.
Katherine (or "Kitty" for short) is the no-nonsense guitarist for a local small-time metal band. She's soft spoken but stern, living her life by the motto "Do No Harm, Take No Shit".
Her girlfriend, Jez (better known as Jailbird for her frequent run-ins with the law) is a very different story. Tough as nails and sporting a hefty Napoleon complex, riding bikes and picking fights is her idea of a great Friday night... too bad her opponents are all far outside her weight class :')
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beidak-art · 1 year
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Commission for @janemorris ♥️
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mw-house · 10 months
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#mood
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antvnger · 2 months
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"This is a collect call from a the san fransico jail if you would like to speak to 'dad, don't be mad I need you to bail me out' please press 1."
Scott listens to the message and groans. “Ohhhh noooooo,” he says as he clamps his eyes shut and grimaces. This can’t be good.
Scott presses 1 and waits to see if anything happens and if Jax is on the other end of the line. He’s got some explaining to do.
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fadedfrost · 4 months
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From @jaz-the-bard’s amazing Jailbird, which is the reason I fell into the Silm fandom almost a year ago.
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macrolit · 5 months
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Jailbird, Kurt Vonnegut This is 1 of 12 vintage paperback classics that comprise our current giveaw@y.
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joeboto · 3 months
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no context
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roughridingrednecks · 7 months
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Jailbird
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dallas-man-winston · 22 days
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Just got out of the cooler man lol
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batmanego · 1 year
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"haircut". a new blood side comic about diy barbery and beginning to form pictures of your friend's home life that are less than fortunate.
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kettle-bird · 4 months
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Late night in Downtown Mesozopolis
Commissions | Ko-Fi
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stimsz · 10 months
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hahna from jailbird with rain, daises, and sprouting plants for @spike-the-creature :]
🌱 🌱 🌱 / 🌷 🌷 🌷 / 🌱 🌱 🌱
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soupy-drawz · 10 months
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[ID: Three meme drawings of older versions of Louie and Boyd from DuckTales 2017, specifically from the fanfic Jailbird. The first image is a redraw of the Barbie Movie mugshot meme, with Boyd as Barbie and Louie as Ken. Boyd is wearing a dark blue blazer over a light yellow button up shirt with light blue circles. He still has his red bowtie. He looks at the camera anxiously as he holds his mugshot sign. Louie is wearing a bright pink hoodie over a neon green shirt which is only visible through the hoodie’s mesh sleeves. His bangs are longer and he has fluffy cheeks. He also has a pair of rectangle frame glasses with slightly green lenses. His eyes gleam red as he grins in devious delight while holding up his mugshot sign with one hand. The second image is a redraw of the “Damn bitch you live like this?” meme with Louie as Goofy and Boyd as Roxanne. Louie’s wearing a black suit with a light green button up shirt and no pants. His eyes are noticeably red (he was high in this chapter). He says the quote with a raised eyebrow. Boyd is wearing a My Hero Academia tank top and blue shorts with a yellow stripe down the side. He holds a rose in one hand and looks up innocently. The background is part of Boyd’s apartment, which consists of a couch, a flatscreen TV, and a table. Every surface is covered with flower vases. The drawing takes place in chapter 8 of the fic and is captioned accordingly. The third image is a redraw of the “You fucked up big time” Sonic meme. The first panel is a closeup of Boyd’s face as he glares down with tears in his eyes, saying “Louie wake up! You fucked up big time.” The second panel is a closeup of Louie’s face as he squints up from where he’s laying, saying “Boyd.” The drawing takes place in chapter 39 of the fic and is captioned accordingly. End ID.]
Some Jailbird memes for your viewing pleasure
AU and fic by @the-writer-nerd-ro !!
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grottweiler · 2 months
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Grott the Jailbird
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It would be even sadder if he actually knew how to play the harmonica.
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