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the animalistic scream I let out when I saw this on my feed 🥹🫶💖

fic with mark variant gangbang 👀 (just followed you and I already love your writings so much 🫶)

" TAKE IT " — M. Grayson

Info: Mark Grayson Variants x GN! Reader

SMUT

Variants: Mohawk Mark, Sinister Mark, Viltrumite Mark, Prisoner Mark, No Goggles Mark, Full Mask Mark, Sheisty Mark, Omni Mark, Long Hair Mark, Tracksuit Mark, Light Blue Suit Mark, Bald Cap Mark, Flaxan Mark, Mustache Mark, and Retro Mark.

There were too many hands on your body to count.

Fifteen versions of him, all variations of Mark Grayson—snarling, panting, teasing—and every single one of them was touching you, stroking you, splitting you open like you were something built to take it.

You weren’t sure who had started it anymore. Maybe it was Sinister Mark, whispering filth into your ear as he spread you open with fingers soaked in spit. Maybe Mohawk Mark, who'd bent you over the cold steel table in the middle of the room and spit into your hole with a grin before stuffing two fingers in knuckle-deep.

Now, your body shook with every bounce, every thrust, every obscene sound echoing off the walls.

Two of them were inside you right now—Full Mask Mark beneath you, hips grinding up hard into your stretched-out hole while Prisoner Mark shoved his cock in alongside him, thick and slow. You moaned—helpless, ruined, the stretch almost too much—and they loved it. Your walls fluttered around both cocks, stuffed full to the brim as they fucked in and out of you together, slick and raw.

"Still so fucking tight," Prisoner Mark growled, one hand fisted in your hair as you writhed between them.

"They're squeezing us,” Full Mask groaned. “Like they were made for this.”

You were drooling, leaking, gasping—desperate for air, for relief, for anything—but they gave you no space. Every time you tried to catch your breath, someone filled your mouth. A cock would slid past your lips, and you swallowed around them greedily.

Light Blue Suit Mark stroked your jaw while you sucked him off, murmuring, “There you go… that’s it. Don’t think. Just take.”

“Look how well they handle us,” Tracksuit Mark laughed, squeezing your ass as he watched you bounce on Full Mask and Prisoner both. “So fucked out and still begging with their eyes.”

And you were begging. Without words, just in the way your hips moved, the way your toes curled, the way your hole clung to every cock that used it.

Then came the third.

You didn’t realize Sheisty Mark had lined up behind you until he was pressing in, cockhead nudging against your overstretched rim. You sobbed out a sound, low and broken, and tried to say something—but it came out as a garbled moan around the cock in your throat.

“Oh, you can take three,” Sheisty murmured darkly, spitting down to help himself slide in. “I’ve seen it in your dreams.”

You were shaking now. Full, impossibly so. Three of them buried inside you at once, rutting like animals. The stretch made your vision go white.

You throbbed, untouched. You were so close—but no one would let you come.

Omni Mark stood at your side, a quiet observer with his arms folded. Cold, commanding. “Not until we’ve all had a turn. And not until we say so.”

You whimpered around Retro Mark's cock as he fucked your throat with a pace that matched the three below. Deep, unforgiving.

“Use their hole together,” Flaxan Mark snarled, watching your ass ripple as it struggled to take everything. “Don’t let up. Make them feel us for days.”

Your legs gave out.

But Long Hair Mark caught you—gentle, but hard beneath his touch. “You’re doing so good,” he whispered against your neck, kissing your throat while someone sucked bruises into your chest. “So brave, so beautiful… keep taking it.”

The ones inside you shifted—pulling out with wet schlicks just to see the mess leaking from your hole before shoving back in. Cum dripped down your thighs. The air stank of sweat, sex, need.

You were their toy.

And they were nowhere near done.

Bald Cap Mark took his turn next—slow, sensual, stretching you back open for double penetration with Mustache Mark, who whispered praises and filth with equal weight.

“I want our cum dripping out of every part of them,” Mustache muttered. “Want to watch them twitch when they come untouched.”

And when you finally did—without a single hand on you, body clenching and fluttering, screaming around Retro’s cock—they didn’t even stop.

They just kept going.

Every hole. Every inch.

All of him.

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@pianoprincessfemme

OUUUH WEEEE I LOVE ME SOME ROUGHNESS💖

THIS‼️ I CRAVE ALL MARK GRAYSON

Fic with mark variants giving reader a spanking

Mark Grayson Variants x GN! Reader

— MDNI: DARK THEMES?

Content tags: spanking, humiliation, restraint, ass kneading, mockery, group domination, punishment, dark themes

Includes: Sinister Mark, Mohawk Mark, Full Mask Mark, Sheisty Mark, Retro Mark, Omni-Mark, Viltrumite Mark, No Goggles Mark, Prisoner Mark, Bald Mark

You fought. Hard.

Cursed every one of them to hell. Punched Sheisty Mark in the jaw, spat in Retro Mark’s face, kneed Bald Mark right between the legs.

Didn’t matter.

They just laughed, wiping the blood and spit away like it amused them. And now? Now you’re paying for it.

Your stomach is pressed flat against the cold, broken concrete of a collapsed rooftop. Full Mask Mark and Mohawk Mark each have one arm pinned behind your back, their grips bruising. Sheisty and Retro have your ankles in iron holds. You’re stretched out, fully restrained, body exposed.

"You’re a damn handful," Mohawk mutters, dragging his fingers along your waist before squeezing your ass with a rough, greedy grip.

"That kick still hurts, by the way," Bald Mark adds dryly from behind, smirking as he steps in. "But this? This makes up for it."

You jolt when he grabs a handful of your ass and kneads it hard, like testing dough—slow, deliberate circles of humiliation.

"Mm," Full Mask hums mockingly. "Nice and soft. All that attitude and nowhere to run now, huh?"

Sinister Mark crouches in front of you, cupping your chin to force you to look into his cruel, shining eyes. "Tell me—was this worth it?"

"You’re all f—" you start, but he just laughs, shoving your face down against the stone again.

Omni-Mark’s voice cuts in like a death knell. "Enough. They need correction."

And then it begins.

Hands everywhere. Groping. Grabbing. Squeezing. Sheisty spreads your cheeks with no shame, whistling low.

"Aw, they’re clenching," he grins. "So tense. Scared now, baby?"

Prisoner Mark slaps one cheek, hard. You jerk. Before the sting fades, No Goggles slaps the other—faster, crueler.

"Keep that up," Retro says, voice full of wicked glee. "Bet we can leave ten matching handprints on this brat."

They knead again, slow and deliberate, mocking how your body tenses and squirms. You feel Full Mask’s fingers dig in as he shifts your hips a little to the side, inspecting you like a specimen.

"You’re turning red already," he notes, snickering. "How embarrassing."

"Awh, little baby gonna cry?" Sinister says, running a finger along your lower back, "You did this to yourself, don't go crying now.."

Another slap. Then another. They alternate between swatting and groping, turning it into a rhythm of torment and twisted amusement.

They’re laughing.

At your curses. At your struggle. At how exposed you are.

"Maybe next time you’ll think twice about spitting at your owners," Mohawk growls, squeezing both cheeks in his large hands.

"You’ll behave after this," Omni-Mark says flatly. "Or we escalate."

You bite back a cry, shame burning hotter than the pain. You won’t break. You won’t—

But they’re not finished. And ten of them?

They’ve got time.

I need a gangbang filth with mark grayson!variants BUT LIKE ABSOLUTE FILTH FILTHY w/ a hint of angst && fluff cause I love me some plot ✨ spiced into it 🥰😚

*TEETH CLENCHES & GRIP TIGHTENS ON BEDSHEETS*

IM SO FERALL FOR YOU MOHAWK MARK 🤪🤪😍🙂‍↕️

being fucked on a throne isn't the most humiliating thing you've ever been put through in your entire life. however

being fucked in front of a court of mohawk invincible's lowlife peers is probably what you deem humiliating. you're fully naked, breasts bouncing, tummy slightly jiggling, thighs bouncing and smacking on the tops of his. you're defined as a court whore for how well you're taking dick.

equal harsh smacks are aimed at stinging breasts, mowhawk's gloved hands grab and squeeze with intentions to painfully hurt you. it shows in the ways your skin has been covered in dark hickies and bright scratch marks and finger markings.

your bound hands are nearly rubbed raw from the cuffs he's got slapped around thin bones. you could bet you're probably bleeding from the earlier attempts to break free. the pain is nothing compared to the stabbing motion his cock tip makes against your bruised cervix.

he fucks you like he wants to breed you, and tear you apart all in one sitting. his beady eyes are flitting from watching your ass bounce from every violent thrust, to every stone faced visitor in his throne room. they all fight to keep their composure when they watch you fall apart on a cock that hasn't filled you yet.

time means nothing in his throne room. he doesn't time how long he's fucked you, nor does he count the amount of times you've squirted versus creaming his dick. he will fuck you as long as he has to, just to get it through every single brain dead idiot here; that you are HIS and nobody else's.