I know I'm a freak. I know 😔. BUT hear me out PLEASE🙏
Powerful superhero male reader right? But he's an omega, and he doesn't know it. So like, when he first goes into heat he's confused, hormonal, territorial, and angry. Just generally aggressive. And Mark has kinda corraled him away from the city so he doesn't destroy it any further.
Like, imagine this naked angry man dripping all types of fluid that you already had a crush on is glaring at you like you're his next meal.
Next thing Mark knows he's on the floor being torn up by bites and being ridden till he can't even think. Crying a snotting cus he really can't take it anymore.
- the freakiest
Mark Grayson x Homelander!male reader
I went on a bit of a tangent soooo,,,, more under the cut
I had like... Homelander!Reader in my head for this, except hes like, stronger than normal Homelander and able to keep up with viltrumites. The GDA or government seem like the kinda people to grow a whole person to keep as a weapon. And it all worked out, in the beginning, when you were a young child or teen trying to please the adults in your life.
Maybe you're on a more... normal overpowered level, so the suppressors the government and GDA pumps you full of work perfectly, even when you start becoming more unstable and show less regard for life and humanity, outside of need for fame and attention.
Homelander!Reader would hate Mark when he first shows up. Hed have hated Nolan too, but with Mark it's even worse cuz Nolan has been around for so long, and here Mark is showing up. Homelander!Reader does his whole, very fake acting, it's so obvious he wishes Mark would explode on the spot.
Perhaps Homelander!Reader grows stronger with age, which starts making the GDA and government antsy, because he's becoming harder to control. And they are finally realizing, that huh, raising a child in a lab with no family or contact, kinda makes an unstable and unpredictable killing machine.
It also means Readers body is growing stronger and resistant, and it ends up with him burning through the suppressors, probably during a fight with Mark. The suppressors would have been slowly wearing off with time, making Homelander!Reader even more unstable and snappy, until his full-blown heat comes through.
His scent would be questionable at best, not very omega in flavor. All those years of straight up torture under the GDA and government will do that, along with all the killing and hate in his body. Its sour, metallic like blood and gore, but also too sweet, like artificial candy, the kind that makes you dizzy from how strong it is, but it makes Mark salivate.
At least Homelander!Reader is easy to corral because he's so angry and controlled by his secondary gender and biology, stuff he's never felt before. Mark, being a genius, would try to use his scent to calm the very powerful feral omega down, only works to mark Homelander!Reader start drooling and frothing at the mouth.
All that hate Homelander!Reader has leads to the wildest hate- and lust fueled heat. Reader obviously doesn't have a nest, and doesn't even have an apartment that's his own, so the two end up holing up in some hole somewhere, far away from everything.
Mark would think he just needs to calm Homelander!Reader down, until he starts huffing Marks scent and rubbing on him. And Mark? Well, he's a freak by nature you know, so Reader staring down at him with glowing red eyes and gushing slick? Mark would never have survived.
Poor Mark assuming he can keep up with Homelander!Reader cuz he's a viltrumite, only for Mark to be sucked dry like a caprisun, panting and seeing double from dehydration. Mark ends up with scratches and bites all over his body, unlike Reader who doesn't bruise. Only reason Reader doesn't mark our dear Mark is because he's just too obsessed with his knot to do so, and cuz he's never really thought about it.
Now I got the mental image of Mark trying to cover himself cuz his knot just aches from being used so many times, and Homelander!Reader, still halfway feral, feels bad, like instinctively. So, he shuffles down and does his best attempt at an omega purr, something that sounds kinda like rocks in a tumbler because he's never purred before. And as he purrs Reader nuzzles and kisses Marks knot and stomach.
Something about this feral rut/heat makes them realize feelings, and the relationship wouldn't be perfect in the beginning, probably wouldn't for a long time, but they get better with time.
Reader is the worst omega in the world, even after his heat passes. Hes selfish, mean, still could not give a shit about those he sees as beneath him, but... he likes Mark now. Mark scents him and nibbles on his scent gland when they're alone. His teeth can't actually pierce it (Yet, emperor Mark could, trust), but it always gets that choppy ugly purr going.
Imagine Homelander!Reader trying to nest and it's like a pigeon nest... its so ugly and uncomfortable, but Mark is supportive. Like, he will lay in the pile of hay, knitting needles and tarps and be all “omg babeee, such a pretty nest, thank youuu”, even if hes laying on the floor. It makes him chuff when Homelander!Reader lets out his own little shy omega noises at the praise.
Chapter Two teaser of my upcoming fic, "He Who Killed The Sun"
An WillMark ABO longfic
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Summary: Seeking shelter, William comes face-to-face with a maskless version of Mark: unblinking, unrelenting, and undoubtedly Alpha. His scent warps the air, the shadows curl around his figure. William knows he has to run, to find his Mark, but this one has other plans.
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William's arm is broken. He lays pitifully on the jagged steps of the library, heaving fearful breaths, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“William! We cannot fucking stay here.” Rick yells, propelling himself up the stairs. He takes William by the arm and hauls him up. The boy wails in agony. Fire lances up his limp limb, white-hot and blinding. His scent curdles. Omega distress, thick and cloying.
“Rick! Fuck, stop!” he cries, heart pounding as the voice grows louder. He tries to move his right arm, but it’s to no avail. His brain stutters momentarily, eyes wide, staring at the broken appendage.
"William? William!" Calls a voice. "Are you hurt? Is someone hurting you?"
The sweetness from before is gone. What’s left is sour and corrupted, an alpha stripped of restraint.
The world stops. William flinches. The library holds its breath. Even the dust waits for the grating of rock before it falls onto William’s hair. A sliver of daylight shines from a makeshift crevasse of rock that the alternate Mark hefts away. Fuck. William can’t stop the tears pouring down his face, the way his lungs squeeze, choking on ash and soot. Rick doesn’t stop pulling, and William doesn’t stop crying. Two broken boys scrambling against each other, hoisting themselves up one step at a time.
His scent intensified, “Rick! Stop! It—it hurts!”
Hurts. Hurts, hurts, hurts. It’s too much. It’s too—
The scent hits first—metal and ash, dominance so thick it strangles the air. William’s glands pulse, his stomach drops. All at once, the rumble blocking the front entrance of the library clears away. Dust and smoke are left in its wake, and from it, emerges a dark figure. It’s everything from his nightmares and more. Blood splattered across the replica’s face like a second skin, pupils that encase the well of his eyes. He’s all edges and sharp lines. Whatever innocence William recognized from childhood is gone from this new Mark.
His eyes are a fuse. William is the spark.
It is advised you remain indoors.
A siren blares.
Repeating—this is not a drill. This is not a drill. We are under attack.
“William!” The copy drops onto the ground. Back hunched, broad shoulders expanding with each rabid breath, bloodied canines shooting out from his gums. “Are you oka—”
He pauses. Scents the air. Something primal ripples across his face. His pupils shrink. He smells him.
