#mavis writes

[sugurusfavemonkey]

roommate!ino takuma who you thank your lucky stars over every day because when your former roommate moved out, the bills started pilling up and you had to find someone else, ino was dropped right in your lap.

roommate!ino takuma who is funny and sweet and quickly becomes a good friend, easily charming you with his golden retriever persona and cute smile.

roommate!ino takuma who is still a man at the end of the day.

roommate!ino takuma who sometimes leaves the toilet seat up or dishes on the sink, but he always makes an effort to listen and learn when you complain.

roommate!ino takuma who, despite doing everything right - picking and cleaning up after himself, still manages to drive you mad with his stupid beanie.

roommate!ino takuma whose black garment is a staple in his closet, but also a staple in annoying you, because, no matter how many times you reach over to straighten it over his floppy brown hair, it's always crooked.

"ino! get your ass here right now!" you call as you watch him crusade from his room and into the kitchen conjoint to the living room.

roommate!ino takuma who stops in his tracks and heeds to your words immediately.

"yes, my lovely, beautiful, incredible, perfect roommate?"

"why is your stupid hat always crooked?!" you pretend to ignore his words as he stops right in between your legs and bends down so his face is closer to yours, but you still feel blood rushing to your cheeks. you carefully push the right side of the wooly beanie up so it sits straight across his forehead avoiding ino's watchful eyes and cheeky grin, gaze set firmly on the black cloth. "there."

"thank you, love of my life!" ino smacks a loud kiss on your cheek before sauntering away with a large beam.

you splutter meaningless words in your flustered state, face growing warmer if that was even possible.

roommate!ino takuma who swears it was love at first sight when he knocks at the door to the apartment his friend had mentioned needed a second tenant and you open it.

roommate!ino takuma who purposedly pulls one corner of his black beanie lower than the other every time he leaves his room ever since you first reached over to adjust it in hopes that you will do it again (you always do).

a/n: trying out this form of writing for funsies, but i don't think it's for me... i'm seriously considering making this into a full fic, i just had to drop this short drabble before the idea vanished.

UPDATE: it's happening! First installment to the short series here!

[violetheart77]

Happy Pride Month

[venus-light]

What we seek, however, is not power over people, but the power of control of our own destiny:

ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE!

// Become Ungovernable, Medium // BLACK PANTHER PARTY’S FREE BREAKFAST PROGRAM (1969-1980) // The Genius of Huey P. Newton, CounterPunch // Abi Thorn’s Trans Power Speech Transcript // Nina Cried Power, Hozier ft. Mavis Staples // Jackboot Jump, Hozier // Backlash Blues, Nina Simone // Be, Hozier // Take Me To Church, Hozier // Tomorrow is My Turn, Nina Simone

[happilychee]

fairy tail characters and light pt.2

♡ gajeel is the flash of light on a blade. swinging through the air, the zing of metal on metal. you almost buckle under the weight of his strike, but you've never felt more alive, a dragon's roar in your chest.

♡ loke is the glint of gold on passersby. a luxurious watch here, a sparkly earring there. here one moment and gone the next, shining so fast you would've missed it. you hear his voice in your ear, his breath hot on your neck. you look beautiful today.

♡ minerva is the glow of an aquarium display. blue, green, even purple bounce off the walls as fish swim overhead. admiration and wonder, a never before seen occurrence leaving her in awe.

♡ sting is the sunlight dotting the path of a lush green forest. playful, flickering, an ethereal moment. you twirl on the grass, admiring how the light dances over your arms the way his fingers dance over your skin.

♡ lucy is the golden glow of a curtained window late at night. it's witching hour, and the streets are quiet, save for the click-clack of a typewriter and the rustling of paper. a shadow moves, standing up to stretch as she waits for your return.

♡ mavis is the flicker of a candle, illuminating her ghostly face. sometimes she's in the office, dainty fingers trailing over dusty books, helping you read the titles. othertimes, she's in the infirmary, watching over an injured guild member and keeping the shadows at bay. out of the corner of your eye, you watch her image flicker out, and you wonder if she was ever there at all.

[feng-shui71]

Combining these 2 asks since they’re both about Vamp! Au Junior and Alvina

Actual info is below cut, more extra doodles at the end as usual bc i’m allergic to making 1 doodle per ask:

Ok so first off, yeah they still do have children in this Au except obviously Junior and Alvina are Dhampirs, half-human and half-vampire hybrids. I like to think the two are less powerful than Wesker, as they aren’t a pure vampire like him, however some abilities of his have been passed down to either of them, including shapeshifting and flight. Unlike Wesker, the two can also roam freely for the most part when the sun is out, their skin is just more sensitive and will burn if they are exposed for too long without any protective measures such as sunscreen or aloe vera. I like to think they were still concieved due to Vampsker being a former vampire hunter himself, being the Captain of him and Jordan’s team until he let it slip one day, kinda like the Vamp! Au equivalent of S.T.A.R.S. (will expand on this later if u guys want I havent put much thought into it)

In terms of living, the two are with Jordan. Unlike the regular Resident Evil universe, Vamp! Wesker does want to play a part in his childrens lives, however due to Jordan’s fear of him she doesn’t allow them to see their father, believing that he’d be a bad influence for the two (she is completely right in this case.) and honestly is just horrified that he’d harm them, Vampsker loves Jordan but he throws her around like a ragdoll, a mere plaything that he can cut into and bruise when he’s feeling a bit bored. It’s no wonder she doesn’t want them to interact, it’s one thing for her to get hurt (which she kinda likes, you’ll never get her to admit this though,) but for Wesker to rough up her children? yeah no. Every so often after their routine hunt, Vampsker begs Jordan to let him see them, which after some convincing she does, internally cursing herself for still being somewhat soft for him. I think Junior and Alvina both yearn for Wesker’s attention in this Au due to Jordan’s restriction, the man influencing both of them wayy more since his absence isn’t his choice. This is an absolute nightmare for Jordan, Junior is 10x worse in his mischievous behaviour and causes problems all the fucking time, ranging from some dumb prank to literally disemboweling a man and eating him alive to satiate his blood thirst. Alvina isn’t as bad but she’s still an evil little shit due to her vampire genes, way more sheltered than regular Vina too. Alongside this, the rift Jordan put between Wesker and the kids causes resentment between her and them, however I like to think they’re still somewhat close in this Au due to her protectiveness towards them, don’t get me wrong though they’re still super pissed at her all the time and just want some freedom + attention from their dad, they get her concerns but want her to lay off, it’s suffocating.

umm also ik Alvina’s the only white one complexion wise but Junior gets whitewashed here too unfortunately bc of his vamp genes <\\\3 goodbye melanin

ok doodle:

[maverickcalf]

Hello gang, I have exciting news! I finished chapter 16 of Hometown Skies! You can read it here:

CHAPTER 16 of HOMETOWN SKIES

Summary: Goose fills Maverick in on what Viper said and Maverick learns what true friends are like.

[remembertheplunge]

September 6, 2020

Sunday

1:30pm

Rasputin’s (parking lot)

So, it’s mid Labor Day weekend. KPFA radio this morning was next to silent regarding Pandemic Protests. There was some railing away on Trump.

The Sunday Modesto Bee was La Dee da, like it’s just another Sunday.

At the almost 6 month mark (of the Covid Pandemic) the elephants in the living room are becoming invisible, with a viral tidal wave potentially forming on the horizon.

Walking to Preservation Coffee 1/2 hour ago, 40 young people, outside Commonwealth restaurant, were crowded together at outside tables with no masks.

Shades of denial blind us to the viral storm.

 On KPFA radio Kevin Vance played one of his "Across the Great Divide"  shows today from Labor Day 2018. “A time when things were normal” per Kevin.

Normal?

In 2018, the “have nots”, like the poor and the homeless, were being steam rolled by society.They were expected to to stay in their place. Cruel and unusual was the usual.

The pandemic ushered in a wave of change.

The" have nots" spoke through riot and protest, just as Martin Luther King said they would.

September 2020 is a much healthier normal than was the of 2018.

And, with Trump pouring gas on the fire via his hate and vitriol, there will be an explosion of revolution.

Mavis Staples wails out “keep your eyes on the prize, hold on” on my Apple Play as I write.

End of entry

Notes: 1/17/2025

The protests that I am referring to in the above are George Floyd-- Black Live’s Matter protests. Trump was running against Biden for President. Trump said ugly things then just as he does today. 

I think that now, pre Trump's inauguration Jan 20, 2025, we are like passengers on a jet liner that is going down out of control. All we can do is hold on in brace position waiting until we hit ground. That’s when you’ll know what to do. Once Trump is President, we will see what they do. Then, we will know what to do. 

During Covid Pandemic days, I would get a coffee at Preservation Coffee, drive to Rasputin’s parking lot, sit in my car and write. Often, as I wrote I listened to Mavis Staples songs of gospel activism. They were soothing and inspiring in the dark pandemic days.

[antzinha]

Woah splatoon headcanon thingy.. I am not good at wording my ideas and whatnot really well so some parts might be weird to read but overall I think I got the point across well

[unpredictable-probabilities]

Why is Spotify calling me out

[eflen-n-reegee]

The Face (A ‘Hotel Transylvania’ Regression Fic)

Mavis teaches you the pouty bat face so you can (hopefully) get out of trouble with Dracula. Suggested by Anon

~~~~~~~~

“Try to make your eyes bigger.”

You obediently stretched your eyes wider. They watered a little bit from the effort, and Mavis nodded approvingly.

“That’s good. Now bite your lip.”

You did as instructed, and felt your chin wobble.

“That’s great! You got it!”

You grinned, and Mavis mussed your hair. “Ready for the big test?”

“Yeah!”

As though on cue, you heard Dracula’s voice ringing down the hall. “Who broke this urn?!”

You both flinched, and Mavis offered you a sympathetic smile. “Good luck,” she murmured, turning into a bat and hiding behind your bed.

The door to your room flew open and Dracula stood frowning down at you, eyes burning. “Little mouse,” he said sternly, “did you break the urn in the hallway?”

You felt your lip tremble. “… Uh-huh.”

Dracula groaned in frustration, rubbing his eyes. “Death dumpling, do you know how many generations my family has been in that urn? How many times must I tell you to watch what you’re doing? I don’t…”

He trailed off as he looked at you. Your lip stuck out and your eyes watered. Although you couldn’t see your own face, you felt certain it was a perfect bat pout. It must have been, because Dracula sighed and gave you a tired smile.

“Now, now, there’s no need for that,” he said, gently wiping your tears with one cold finger. “At the end of the night, it’s only an urn. Did you get hurt, my piranha plant?”

You shook your head, sniffling.

“Then there’s no real harm done. Just try to be more careful, alright?” And with a kiss on your forehead, he left the room.

With a flash, Mavis reappeared, grinning wide. “Told ya,” she said, squeezing your shoulder. “The face never fails.”

[sugurusfavemonkey]

CALL IT FATE - PROLOGUE: KNOCKIN' ON HEAVEN'S DOOR

summary: your roommate left and the bills were staring to pill up when three knocks to your door bring you Ino Takuma: say hello to your new roommate. The easygoing boy quickly worms his way into your life and heart. pairing: Ino Takuma x reader word count: 1.3k contents: college AU, short series, afab!reader, fluff, some crack, cursing, miscommunication (you think Ino is gay), strangers to friends to lovers (and they were roommates!), smut to come in future chapters (MDNI)!

prologue || chapter one

"What do you mean you're moving?!" you bellow, throwing your hands up in disgruntlement as you walk back and forth through your living room.

"I know it's sudden, but-" your roommate tries to chime in from her spot on the couch, shoulders hunched as if trying to make herself look smaller and hands splayed together on top of her thighs.

"Sudden is right. I'm not saying I'm not happy for you, but you could at least have let me know in advance, you know? I mean, a little room to breathe would've been nice." you keep on rambling.

"I'm so sorry! It's just... we've been dating for a few years now and when she asked me to move in with her I just- what was I supposed to do?"

"Say yes?" at that you finally stop, one hand running over your face, "and then ask for a little time so your roommate doesn't get swarmed in debt."

Utahime has the chagrin to stay quiet while you let your frustration out. Glancing at her from between your splayed fingers, your own shoulders fall, defeated. You walk to the couch and let yourself fall down beside her with a deep sigh, head lazily lolling back against the worn-out cotton.

"I can't afford this place on my own and we're in the middle of the semester, how am I supposed to find anyone?"

"I'm sorry." she tries one more time, softly.

You turn your head to face your ex-roommate and reach for her hand, a small if not bittersweet smile on your lips.

"I really am happy for you, Hime."

"I know."

"Ugh! The commute back and forth to campus has been taking me ages. I haven't had the time to skate in... forever!" Ino Takuma whined to his aloof blond friend, head falling down against the table wooden top with a smack.

Nanami scowled in disgust, who knows how many people have done god knows what against that same table top but showed no other reaction to Ino's dramatic display. He kept on politely munching on the surprisingly good sandwich he had just bought at the campus cafeteria.

The unlikely duo had come to be when Ino had been a freshman at Jujutsu Tech and desperately needed help in one of the general courses. With the pending prospect of failing his class, he finally sought out tutoring. Cue in Nanami Kento, a junior with one of the highest GPAs in the school who offered tutoring lessons for extra credit.

Takuma had instantly latched onto Kento, his admiration and high regard evident through his constant praise of the slightly older man. And Nanami try as he might couldn't help but cave in under Ino's unrelenting enthusiasm because, as cold as he may seen, he has a soft heart underneath.

"You think maybe I could get a spot in one of the units closer to the campus?" his voice comes out muffled.

"We're in the middle of the semester, Ino. I doubt there's anyone interested in-" Nanami cuts himself off when an abrupt memory flashes in his head.

"You're right." Takuma lifts his head up and sighs, taking a large bite of his own sandwich and chewing thoughtfully.

"No, no. I just remembered something. Believe it or not a friend recently had her girlfriend move in with her. Her roommate could be looking for a new tenant." Nanami puts his sandwich down and reach for a napkin, meticulously cleaning his fingers before picking up his cellphone and scrolling through it.

"You're joking?" The brunet visibly perks up, his entire demeanor shifting, eyes wide and lips splitting into a wide grin.

"Not at all." Nanami replies mindlessly as he starts typing on his phone.

Meanwhile, Ino's eyes grow distant as his head spirals into different thoughts and plans, "that's like... it's gotta be destiny or something like that, right?!"

Just then Nanami's phone chimes with three consecutive pings.

"Yes. Very fortuitous indeed. They are in fact looking for a roommate. Here, I'll send you the address."

After your roommate left for good, everything seemed to be going downhill.

Five out of the six jobs you applied to had reached back out only to let you down, you missed the deadline to an important project in one of your classes, you accidentally washed a red pair of panties along with the white clothing ending up with a bunch of pink pieces instead and, to make matters worse, the heater broke down just as the temperature started dropping.

You were in the middle of a break down when there were three knock to the door.

Your spine went rigid, cold sweat running down your back, immediately assuming the worse. Murphy's Law has been theorized for a reason after all.

"Well, better nip it in the bud." you mumbled before lifting yourself up from your laid out position on the floor with a grunt and some joints popping.

As you open the door you're surprised to find a boy you're pretty sure you've seen in passing across the campus standing with his hands in his pockets. He is handsome in a boyish way and you can't help but appreciating his big dark eyes and disheveled brown hair.

"Can I help you?" you ask after a few seconds of awkward silence as he stares at you with wide eyes.

"Uhm... yes! Yes. I, well, you see, I was complaining about the loooooong time it takes to and fro from my apartment to campus and how I no longer have time to do anything, it's really annoying because I like to skate and chill with my friends sometimes, you know? And then Nanami, who's whip-smart, reminded me we're in the middle of the semester so chances were I would be stuck there at least until it ended. But suddenly he remembered a friend of his had just had her girlfriend move in with her so now her girlfriend's roommate could be seeking another roommate! So he reached out and turns out, she is! I mean, was. If she takes me, that is. No! Wait, I mean, if you take me."

You blink owlishly as your brain struggles to comprehend the influx of words being thrown at you at breakneck speed, "what?"

"Damn," he sighs and looks down, wincing at his own frenzy, "I'm sorry, I got ahead of myself. Let me start over," the boy fixes his posture and tries again, "hi, I'm Ino Takuma. I heard you were looking for a roommate and I wanted to apply for the position!" He punctuates his sentence with a charming smile that had no business being as cute as it is.

You introduce yourself with a chuckle.

"I am looking for a roommate. You said Nanami sent you? The blond guy with the glasses and a penchant for weird patterns?"

"Yes! That's definitely him."

"We may not be close, but I know for sure that's the most trustworthy guy on campus."

"He really is. Nanami is like the most amazing guy I ever met. He's so smart and cool. And handsome too!" Ino says dreamily, a bit too dreamily for it to pass as only admiration and you feel yourself growing a bit less tense, letting go of the door you were halfway hiding behind.

Sharing your housing with a man would be a risky venture at the very least but if said man played for the same team? maybe that could work.

"I'm not gonna lie, you've come at the right time." You admit, glancing at him from below your lashes. He seems to falter for a second, but recover just as quick.

"See! It's like fate!" his overexcited reaction has your smile growing, Ino has this endearing quality to him that immediately lowers your defenses.

"Fate." You nod your head, lost in your own head.

"So?"

"Oh, yeah! Right! Come on in. Let's chat about this."

next

taglist: @lavenderdaydream97 @ilovemyhusbandnanami @iluvmusicxoxo @tunnelvisionlove @sweetwonieee - I went ahead and tagged those who showed interest in the drabble that lead to this series as well as those who asked for it, hope you don't mind (and if you do just let me know and I'll take you out) <3

[peter-newkirks-smolder]

I’ve got so many fairly good fanfiction ideas but my brain is too noisy to write.

My life is suffering

[mrbexwrites]

OC Favourites

Tagged here by @winglesswriter <3 I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get round to this, but I'm super excited to do this :D

Rules: share photos of your OCs' favorite color, season, shoe choice, weapon, food & drink, clothing style, mode of transportation, animal, pastime, and breakfast and if they're an introvert/ambivert/extrovert BONUS: Add some music/songs that fit their aesthetic (the songs don't have to be their favorite songs, just fit their vibe)!

Mavis Baird

Colour: Brown

Season: Autumn

Shoes: Boots

Weapon: Crowbar

Food: Oranges

Drink: Whiskey

Clothing style: Old t-shirts, a plaid shirt, leather jacket and worn jeans

Mode of transportation: transit van

Animal: Not really an animal love, but has grown fond of a cat

Hobbies: Hunting demons

Breakfast: Whatever supplies she's able to get her hands on!

Passing the tag onto @surroundedbypearls @queen-tashie @cowboybrunch @spideronthesun @kaylinalexanderbooks @words-after-midnight and offering up an open tag to anyone else who fancies showing off their OC :)

[jessythebunny]

🖤✨Diesel x Mavis✨💛

Emo goths

Bad teenager x trans emo girl

Diesel x Diesel

Headconons:

🖤💛Two diesels in love

🖤💛Diesel is one of the most rude characters and does not respect anyone. Whether the train is steam or diesel,but Mavis is only one who he's respect idk why

🖤💛In the classic series, Diesel hated Mavis very much and did not show her any respect, and as time progressed he began to adapt to her

🖤💛Diesel feels very embarrassed when he hears someone talking about Mavis

🖤💛Speaking of embarrassment. He also feels it more when he is ordered to help her by Sir Topham Hatt, like this is happend in the episode "Thomas the quarry engine"

🖤💛they both like smoking and they don't give a fuck about their health. Simply because they are not human

🖤💛Sometimes he likes to play tricks on her just to raise her spirits and cheer her up, but what happens is exactly the opposite. Mavis hates pranks very much

🖤💛Diesel and Mavis like to spend their own time alone, but Diesel really hates it when Diesel 10 spy on him and laughing at them

🖤💛Diesel likes to flirt with Mavis and slaps her in her ass/jk

🖤💛Diesel is such a dumbass and an idiot to the point that he loses his mind if he finds someone flirting with Mavis, even Paxton tried to calm him down several times, but it did not work

🖤💛 🎵feel invincible-Skillet🎵

[theriddlersunderwear]

Uncuffed Pleasure P. 1

SMUT. SMUT SMUT ALL THE SMUT. THERE WAS PENETRATION SONIC.

Mavis Cooper, but he's a detective. Adding to his lore. Gay sex, Oswald is both baffled and insecure about being with a police officer.

Oswald was a shivering mess as he came down from his orgasm, his heart pounding in his chest. Who knew the new detective was so good with his mouth.

His eyes fixed on Mavis, the man's lips still wet, and Oswald's face darkened with redness and embarrassment.

"God, you're...you're a damn mess…" he muttered, reaching down to tug the boy towards him.

The two kissed, Oswald pulling the detective's body on top of his with a sharp gasp.

Mavis’ lips were still dripping with Oswald's release, the taste of it on his lips, and he pulled the boy in even closer, the realization of what they'd just done only adding to the heat rushing through his body.

Oswald broke the kiss after a moment, panting for breath. "Damn, you…”

Oswald became increasingly aware of Mavis rubbing against him. The blue-eyed angel was painfully hard.

The feeling of the male's hardness suddenly made him feel a little embarrassed again, I mean fucking a policeman, what would his MOTHER say? But Oswald was too far gone to really care all that much.

"Mnn...you're, um, excited..." he muttered, feeling the boy's heat against his body.

"It's my turn," Mavis whined. "That's a police order.”

Oswald flushed. The Penguin was already getting aroused again. He looked down at the GCPD detective that was straddling his waist.

“An order?” He teased. Oswald Cobblepot didn't take orders.

"You may be King of Gotham, but you still answer to the police. And the police wants blown.”

A jolt of excitement rushed through the crime lord, and he suppressed a shiver at Mavis’ words, as well as the tone of command.

He swallowed, a mixture of arousal and uncertainty going through him.

"I...if those are your orders, officer," he said, his voice a hint huskier.

"That's Detective Cooper to you, Cobblepot," Mavis said in a sultry voice.

The tone went right through Oswald, sending a shiver down his spine, and he involuntarily let out a quiet sound of arousal.

He leaned forward, pinning Mavis into the bed and keeping him there with a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Detective Cooper," he repeated, his voice low, "What are you going to do? Arrest me?”

“I just might,” Mavis said in a bratty tone. “Don't make me cuff you.”

The threat of handcuffs made Oswald shiver, and the way Mavis was leaning back and looking up at him had the man's face burning redder than ever.

His heart was racing now, and he swallowed heavily, reaching forward to pin Mavis by the shoulders, keeping the boy in place.

"You wouldn't dare, officer," he said, though his tone was a little shaky with excitement.

A gasp left Mavis as he was restrained against the mattress.

"Go ahead, Cobblepot. I like my criminals rough," he growled.

The boy's response was like a spark of heat in his gut, and Oswald shuddered at the thought of being rough with Mavis – the Detective, a cop, someone who was supposed to be keeping his city safe.

"You're asking for it, you know that, darling? You're just begging for it," he snarled, his hands tightening on the officer's wrists and pinning him in place.

"Careful... damaging city property is a crime," Mavis murmured, sucking Oswald's neck.

The feeling of Mavis’ lips against his neck had the boy shivering, but he still managed to let out a shaky snort at his words.

"Oh no. What should I do? Is the detective gonna punish me for it?" he teased, tilting his head back to allow Mavis better access and digging his fingers into his wrists.

"I'm not above spanking... but it might count as police brutality," Mavis squirmed, grinding against him in search of friction.

His shameless grinding made it hard for Oswald to form a coherent sentence - he was barely able to keep a hold on himself.

"Nnh- God, you're a menace, you know that?" he growled.

Mavis freed one hand that was held over his head and gave Oswald a light smack on the ass.

The smack, though light, was still enough to make Oswald let out a soft gasp of surprise, his body jolting in reaction to the hit.

The realization that it was Mavis - a cop, his police officer - hitting him like that sent a rush of excitement through him, and he dug his fingers into Mavis’ arm, almost whimpering.

"...you cheeky bastard," he snarled, though there was no real force behind it.

When Oswald first met Mavis when he came to Fish's place with Harvey Bullock, Oswald hadn't imagined that he'd be having sex with a GCPD detective months later. It was funny, really - Oswald had spent so much of his life fearful of the law, wary of the police due to the rampant corruption in the city. He'd never imagined that he could ever get that close to a cop, never thought he'd ever be so intimate or trusting of one...

And yet, here he was, with a detective pinned underneath him, making him feel good, and making him feel wanted.

All reservations about the King of Gotham and a GCPD detective being together were thrown out the window. The two men started devouring each other in a frenzy of rough kisses, tongue, and saliva.

The kisses were positively messy, with both men so eager and desperate that the kisses were more tongue and teeth than anything else.

Oswald's hands were everywhere, roaming all over the cop's body, wanting to feel and touch and possess every inch of him.

"From the front or back?" Mavis asked between kisses, his nails scraping down Oswald's back.

The Penguin gasped as Mavis’ nails scratched his skin, his eyes closing as he shivered at the sensation.

"I-" His voice was shaky, mind too clouded with pleasure and desire to really make a decision.

"H-however...however you want it, darling," he finally breathed, his hands squeezing the boy's hips.

“Turn around,” came the breathy command.

The order, coming from the boy, had Oswald shuddering, and he didn't hesitate to obey.

He moved into position, shifting and turning around until he was facing away from Mavis, his body tense with anticipation.

There was no time to stop and dig out a bottle of lube. Mavis just spit on his hands and rubbed himself down, calling that good. He was slow as he entered, holding Oswald flush against his chest.

The feeling of Mavis filling him had Oswald arching back against him, his body instinctively trying to pull the man in as close as possible.

A cry burst from his lips, a sound of pure ecstasy - it was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and he suddenly found himself wondering why he hadn't done this with the detective earlier.

"What do you want, baby? Fast or slow?”

The Penguin's brain almost seemed to short-circuit at the question - just the thought of having the choice was a lot for his already overwhelmed mind.

"Please-" he choked out eventually, "Please fast, please, God don't go slow-”

And holy shit did Mavis deliver.

The speed had Oswald almost whining, overwhelmed with the sensations, almost like he couldn't keep up with everything that was happening to his body.

His entire body quaked with pleasure, and he found himself desperately trying to hold back anything more than soft whimpers and moans.

"Where do you want me?" Mavis groaned, nearing his climax.

The question had Oswald squirming, his mind struggling to focus enough to come up with an answer, to think enough to answer him.

"M-my mouth, my m-my mouth-," he panted.

"Yeah?" He gritted his teeth, started to rub Oswald. "You want it? You want to swallow?”

Mavis’ voice, the way he was touching him — it was almost too much for Oswald to handle, and he keened, struggling to string together a coherent sentence.

He nodded desperately, needing this, needing more than just touch.

"Nn-yes," he whimpered, "Please, please, I want it, I need it-"

Mavis pulled out carefully, moving so he was in Oswald's mouth. He managed to be both gentle and rough, shoving his member down Oswald's throat. He brushed Oswald's hair back.

"There you go, needy brat," the detective said fondly.

The name, combined with the man's tone, had Oswald flushing with embarrassment - and excitement. He'd never before enjoyed being called anything so demeaning, but the way Mavis was speaking to him had him shuddering with pleasure.

He wrapped his lips around Mavis, trying - and failing - to suppress a moan. The fondness in the detective's tone didn't go unnoticed. Like he genuinely loved Oswald.

A shudder cascaded through Mavis’ muscles as he released himself. Oswald swallowed hard, some still coating his bruised lips.

The feeling of the detective releasing down his throat sent an almost dizzying pleasure through Oswald's body, and the man swallowed, savoring the taste on his tongue.

When Mavis was done, he pulled back, panting shakily. He was a mess - lips red and hair disheveled, and he was still shaking slightly with excitement.

He licked his lips, savoring the taste, and looked up at Mavis almost hungrily.

"Now we're both a mess," Mavis teased, wiping his chin. Both of their lips were dark and bruised, and they were littered with hickeys, bite marks, and scratches.

The two were an absolute mess, and Oswald wouldn't have had it any other way.

The marks all over his skin and the aches all over his body had him feeling a strange sense of pride, like Mavis had marked him - claimed him, and the thought had him shivering in excited pleasure.

"I...I don't think I can walk," he muttered shakily, collapsing back on the bed.

"You can't walk on a good day," Mavis pointed out with a smirk. He snuggled up to Oswald, cleaning could wait.

The comment had Oswald flushing with heat, his eyes narrowing as he shot the man with what was probably supposed to be a glare.

The attempt was ruined by the fond smile on his lips and the way he leaned in to rest his head against his chest, his arms curling around Mavis’ body as he cuddled in close.

"M' tired," he mumbled, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh.

But one question--one tiny question--lingered around at the back of Oswald's mind. A question born of insecurity rity and a deep mistrust for the Gotham police.

Did Mavis really love him?

The thought appeared, unbidden, in the Penguin's mind.

Oswald was all too used to relationships of convenience, transactional bonds where people only pretended to like you to use you for their own benefit.

But Mavis...he was a man with morals, with a strong sense of justice. And, most damning of all, an officer of the law. What reason would he ever have to truly want to be with someone like Oswald?

"You're thinking real loud," Mavis prodded gently, rubbing Oswald's back.

Oswald jumped subtly at the boy's question, the soothing rubbing on his back making it difficult to maintain his composure.

He opened his eyes, staring up at Mavis for a moment. He should just let it go. He should just let the doubt go, and enjoy this for what it was.

But that insecure part of him was too difficult to ignore, and before he could help it, the question was falling from his lips.

"...why me?”

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Chapter 17 of Hometown Skies is now out for your reading enjoyment.

Chapter 17 of Hometown Skies

Summary: They don't call him Viper for nothing; Conflict and friends at TOP GUN. (1969)