Blasphemy || A Bill Skarsgård Imagines Anthology

Fuel For Thought || Mickey x Female Reader

Mickey (Villains) x Female Reader
Summary: While driving across the country due to cabin fever and extreme boredom you pick up a hitchhiker who has an interesting trade to make in exchange for a ride.
Tags: Oral sex, teasing, dirty talk, mild dom-sub, sex in exchange for favors, road trips, shower sex, hand jobs, awkward flirting
Notes: This is an adult story meant for people over the age of 18 and depicts adult characters doing adult things.

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Tired of the same old drab scenery, you pack up your things for a nice long road trip. Possibly a relocation. You aren't sure which but you know you can't stay where you are any longer. You have enough savings that it should be a comfortable casual trip. Enough for periodic stops, gas and food. A nice relaxing and freeing drive out west, to the sun and the shore. Everything is going fine until you hit a very boring and rural road in the midwest. Nothing but corn and cows everywhere. You see a guy standing on the side of the road ahead. He has a bag of stuff. Though he looks kind of shaggy there's something about him you can't ignore. He seems to be hitching for a ride. Who even does that these days?

Against your better judgement, you slow down. It isn't like you are on a schedule and you want to see if maybe you can offer him a few bucks or help. You pull off to the side and roll down the passenger window. He comes over with a dumb smile on his face when he sees you, leaning half way into the car to give you a look.

"Finally, someone stops." He says.

"Doesn't mean you are getting a ride, how do I know you aren't a dangerous psycho?" You ask him.

"How do I know you aren't?" He asks.

"Touche," You laugh. Even if he does seem kind of shady he doesn't seem dangerous. Doesn't have that vibe at all. You know that it's completely stupid to pick up hitchhikers like this, as you are alone and also female but you just have a good feeling about him. At worst you believe he'll just be kind of annoying. In the moment he seems a bit too charming and even a little dorky for you to be concerned about his intentions. "No one rides for free though."

"Don't have much on me," He says, "But I guess that's fair. Just trying to get to Vegas."

"That's a long way from here, gonna cost you." You say.

"You're clearly headed in that direction anyway." He points out, "I can't come along for the ride? I'm great company. I can pay you in stories." Even if he's right about this you don't want to admit it. You are fine on your own yet you also feel like maybe you'll be missing out if you don't have him with you. Almost as if he's the type to survive purely on dumb luck and you know on this trip you could use luck more than anything else. Especially for a stop over in Vegas like you'd already planned.

"Fine, but I don't think stories alone will cut it. Get in." You tell him.

"Awesome." He says and grabs his bag before getting in the car. You pull away from the side of the road and start the trip again. You hadn't been on the highway, you'd decided to take a more scenic route as all the corn and cows zooming by had given you a headache. He immediately starts to mess with the radio as if he owns the place and you slap his hands away from it. "Ow!"

"Got a name?" You ask.

"Mickey," He says then nods, "Can I smoke in here?"

"Wanna give me one?" You ask. He smirks and gets a pack out, allowing you to take one before he does. He even goes far enough to light it for you. You crack the window and take a drag, sparing him a brief glance. He's very attractive in a messy kind of way. Not normally a guy you think you'd see yourself with but it's time for a change anyway.