I Think Itd Be Kinda Cute If Readers Mom And Bruce Had To Co Parent Lowk

this fic has some banger fucking lines i almost couldn’t pick one

anyways read sssbmty it’s by @aachria and it’s fucking amazing

reblogs>>>likes

textless version under the cut!

i feel like peter would be that friend who is always on the most random side quests 😭 like they’re all blowing up the gc wondering where he is and bro’s judging a dog show 3 towns over 😭😭😭

moarrr bot!evil mark x top!reader pls… bonus if he can’t control his powers during sex 🙂‍↕️

Lesson Learned

Pairing: Sinister!Mark Grayson x Male!Reader Summary: Mark forgets his own strength in the heat of the moment—but when you remind him who’s really in control, he never stands a chance.

Mark’s grip is tight—too tight.

You barely notice at first, too lost in the feeling of him beneath you, his body writhing, his voice already wrecked from everything you’ve been giving him. But then—

“Fuck—!”

You flinch, a sharp curse slipping past your lips as a sharp ache flares in your arms.

Mark’s eyes snap open, golden irises wide as he registers what just happened. His fingers had dug in—not on purpose, not in malice, but because he couldn’t control himself.

The evidence is clear: deep, dark bruises forming in the shape of his hands against your forearms.

“Shit—” Mark swallows, genuinely looking guilty for once, his lips parting as if to apologize. “I didn’t mean to—”

But he doesn’t get the chance.

Because the second he opens his mouth—

You slam forward, bringing your chest flush against his, shoving him deeper into the mattress.

Mark gasps, his words cut off, his breath stolen as you pick up the pace, driving him into a pleasure so intense his body twitches beneath you.

Your voice is low, dark, dangerously smug as you murmur right against his ear—

“My turn.”

Mark barely has a second to process before he loses it.

His fingers twitch, gripping at your back now instead, his moans turning into helpless, breathless noises as you absolutely ruin him.

And the bruises on your arms?

Yeah.

By the time you’re done with him, Mark will have his own to match.

What seems like hours- which it was, he was done. out of breath, his body littered with many of reader's love or hate bites.. Reader thought Mark had a enough, leaning back on his knees Mark's legs on either side of reader's form and watching him trembling with shaky moans.

Reader rubbing his thumb over Mark's trembling thigh over the sore bite marks, feeling it jumped in his hold with a satisfied sigh. He gently patted the thigh which was met with a sharp gasped saying with low tone.

"I'm gonna shower," a sound of a groan or a choked from the back of Mark's throat soon followed.

-

Steam lingers in the bathroom, curling around your skin as you stand in front of the mirror, fresh from the shower. Droplets of water slide down your arms, but what really catches your eye?

The deep, dark bruises on your forearms—the ones shaped perfectly like Mark’s hands.

You exhale through your nose, pressing a thumb against one of the marks, feeling the dull ache pulse beneath your skin. A sharp sting follows when you poke at it again, making your irritation spike just a little.

From your position, you have a clear view of the bedroom through the open door.

And Mark?

Mark looks like a crime scene.

He’s sprawled face-up on the bed, completely wrecked—his golden eyes barely cracked open, body covered in bruises, hickeys, and bite marks that range from hard, deep chomps to lighter love bites. His legs? Still trembling. His chest, shoulders, and neck? Marked beyond recognition.

Some of the bites are bleeding—not too much, just enough to serve as a very clear reminder of what happened.

Reader hates having any kind of marks on his body. always making sure his skin is clear, untouched, perfect.

And Mark knows this.

Which is exactly why you taught him a lesson.

Because next time?

Next time, he’ll think twice before bruising you.

Mark makes a low, dazed sound, shifting slightly, but his body is too spent to do much more than twitch.

You roll your shoulders, still prodding at your bruises with an annoyed sigh before turning back to the mirror.

At least one of you learned something tonight.

notes - hope this was up to your standards!! I been playing Minecraft for 3 hours with my bro.. god he sucked ass kept dying whenever I'm not there and gets all mad if he can't find me!! hehe I love my broisk

what song would you want played at your funeral

I choose you by Alessia Cara

Peter with Narcolepsy and Partyvan. Evan and Barty are so good at keeping track of his symptoms and when he's about to have an episode. A big symptom of his is his loss of muscle control. He'll be laughing and suddenly falling onto Barty who was usually more prepared to handle his entire body weight. It doesn't happen often enough for it to be an issue, but they're always on the look out for it.

Once he fell asleep on his broom thankfully he wasn't very high in the air when it happened, and he floated down like a leaf falling from a tree. Thankfully Evan was there when it happened and allowed Peter to use him as a pillow until his episode was over.

Another symptom he has occasionally is hallucinations before he falls asleep for the night, dreaming already and he'll imagine someone in the corner watching him. And Remus is the only marauder he trusts not to play a prank on him and ask if it's really there. And Remus is very gentle and patient in assuring that it's not there.

Anyway! Peter with narcolepsy.

honestly i love that. i have never consider it but i love all the same.

could see people who don't know about Peter's condition lazy and stuff and then there's Barty and Evan cursing them out because Peter's already having a hard time, he don't need this placed on top of him either.

I don't doubt that Barty and Evan will take turns walking around the castle with him just to make sure he's oaky. Peter finds it a little suffocating but they have good intentions, there have been way to many close calls for rosekiller to ever leave Peter alone for longer than necessary.

Remus taking extra notes and studying one on one with Peter because he doesn't want to fall behind on his classes (Remus way of making it up for all the full moon notes he gets)

WAIT because Barty would totally carry a sleeping wormtail to all his classes, (Peter was sent to the infirmary but he felt lonely and decided to hang out with one of his boyfriends for the day, Barty and Evan pass him around when they run into each other.)

James: *clearly angry* why the hell are you dating barty

Peter: *without looking up from his book* he gives good head and is pretty when he cries, what else do you need in a man?

James:

Barty rarely ever does things without thinking.

It might look like he does, but his brain just works faster than most people,

and he chooses the option no sane person would.

And what if I said Regulus, Remus and Severus were all gacha kids...

Lucius Malfoy is a flamboyant bisexual twink obsessed with his wife, pass it on

Mulciber: What do we hate? Avery and Rosier: The mudbloods! Charity: I am mudblood Avery: No, you were just born into the wrong family, it's not your fault. Charity: But I am... Wilkes: No, little angel, you are the victim of this whole story and we will protect you. Right guys? *Everyone nods* Sinistra: *shakes her head* Group of hypocrites