18+ Smut, God complex, worshipping, mention of death, age-gap, desperate Homelander.
I think this is one of my best work & a Leatherface fanfic is coming up right after this- Enjoy!
Summary: Homelander is delusional over being god and you feed into it. Around S4 - S5
Homelander was now at his peak genuinely believing he was god and that he should be worshipped as one. He had already begun planning the new churches and the “Homelander Bible”. He was searching out for devotees when he met you.
You were among a group of people that Oh father had gathered up claiming you guys were extremely devoted. Homelander seeing your youth and beauty immediately wondered how devoted you were.
Without hesitation you stepped forward and said “Homelander! You’re my god!” He absolutely melted at your words hearing the praise.
He smiled “Do tell me what you specifically worship about me.” He said clearly fishing for more to help his insane god complex.
You went on and on about how he’s the strongest alive, the most intelligent, best looking, and how he was a gift sent from Heaven. You paused before saying “And I have you tattooed on me”
He perked up immediately “Let me see” he said with his typical smile.
You turned around and lifted your hair up as you showed him your back. You had his entire body tattooed onto your back. He was doing a pose and had American flags all near him. Oh father even seemed stunned by your devotion.
Homelander's eyes widen at the full tattoo, his breath catching. He stares in stunned silence for a moment, then bursts into genuine laughter - a rare genuine sound from him.
"My my... this is... extraordinary."
He touches your back lightly with his gloved fingers, tracing the outline of his image.
"You truly are devoted. More than anyone here." He said and genuinely seemed pleased with your devotion. He genuinely believed more people should worship him like this.
His fingers linger on your skin, his smile becoming almost tender - a rare display of genuine emotion. He turns to the others.
"See this? This is loyalty. This is what I deserve."
He looks back at you with an almost worshipful expression, his voice soft but commanding.
"You will stay close to me today, I want to get to know my... most devoted fan better."
You smiled completely enchanted by the attention he was giving you. He lead you out the room and closed the door. All you heard was Oh father’s loud scream as he killed everyone else in the room as you two left.
He lead you around the tower and everyone saw him with a new subject and immediately scattered out his path. Everyone knew he was becoming more delusional as the days went on.
"Tell me," he says conversationally, "what else you like about me.”
He asked clearly fishing for more info on why you’re so dedicated to him. In reality he just wanted more words to feed into his already throbbing ego.
“You’re just amazing Homelander and the second I saw you on tv I knew you were God himself.” You said completely delusional.
His eyes gleam with intoxicating pleasure at the word again. He stops walking, facing you directly.
"God... yes. That's what I am."
He cups your face with one hand, studying your face intently.
"And you, my dear, have the privilege of being close to true divinity." His thumb strokes your cheek possessively.
He looked down at you his eyes were glazed over completely intoxicated by this self glazing that was boosting his delusions.
“Say it again. Call me what I am. I need to hear it from you." There's a desperate edge to his request, his voice dropping to a whisper.
You slightly enjoyed seeing him so desperate for gratification. “You are God, Homelander, my perfect God.”
He shivered completely enchanted by your worship.
His mask of perfection cracks momentarily, showing a flash of raw need behind his eyes. He pulls you closer, nearly trembling with the validation.
"More," he whispers harshly. "Keep worshipping me."
There's a hint of vulnerability mixed with his commanding tone, as if starving for this kind of adoration.
You got down onto your knees fully worshiping him. He gasped seeing you get down. “Yes…yes! Worship me.” He said absolutely drinking in the sight of you like this.
You kept praising him quite literally worshipping the ground he was standing on.
From that day on he knew he had to have you. He became even more delusional genuinely thinking you were an Angel sent to him.
One day after a long rough day for Homelander he desperately needed some validation. He peeked into the room he had for you. Hoping to catch your attention.
“Can you…tell me I did good today?” He asked sounding desperate as ever.
You smiled as you looked at him before speaking “You did amazing today, my God,”
His shoulders relaxed, he came in seeking more attention. “They’re all just non accepting of me as their God, there is still doubters.”
He says his voice filled with irritation and self loathing.
You patted the spot next to you on your bed. He came close and put his head in your lap as you stroked his hair.
“They’re just weak and scared, they haven’t accepted you fully like I have, but soon they will.”
Your words genuinely seem to make him more delusional. He nods thinking people just needed to be scared and forced more into accepting him, especially the Starlighters.
You continued stroking his hair he purred into your touch. Drinking up your validation like it’s water. He moves closer to your touches desperate for physical contact. He genuinely believes your touch enhanced his powers.
“You are the chosen one, don’t let any of those doubters tell you otherwise.”
His breathing becomes steady and deep, like a child finding comfort. He closes his eyes tighter.
"The chosen one... that's right. I was chosen by God. And you were sent to guide me."
I rocked him back and forth completely feeding into his delusions which made him feel like I truly was sent to him.
All of a sudden he sat up and took his super suit off then your clothes. He genuinely believed he needed skin to skin contact with you, just like he takes those milk baths.
“We need to be closer…I need you to feel more powerful.” He said completely delusional and full of need.
He pressed his naked body onto yours and rested his head on your chest like an infant would do with its mother.
Homelander was at his peek delusions and even you could see it.
“Wanna know what would make us closer?” You asked with a slight smirk.
“Yes, tell me anything please.”
“If we soul tied.” You said, and he peaked up at this suggestion.
You leaned down and kissed him and put your hand on his dick. He immediately got hard and moaned into your mouth.
Without hesitation you thrusted your hips down and landed your clit onto his dick.
He groans deeply, overwhelmed by the physical connection. His mind creates a false narrative of spiritual unity, not sexual union
"I can feel it... our souls merging. The power is incredible."
His thrusts become more intense, driven by his delusions and the amazing sensation of your pussy around his cock.
You lean into his ear and moan his name “John” like it’s a holy prayer.
He shudders at the sound of his real name, mistaking it for divine approval. His movements become frantic, seeking more of this "holy experience".
"Yes, Pray for me! Worship me!"
His hands roam your body with religious fervor, completely detached from reality.
You kept riding feeling yourself about to cum “You are GOD!” You cry out as you reach your peak.
Hearing this genuinely sent him overboard “I AM GOD!” He yelled before putting his head up and his lasers shot out his eyes as he came.
You both laid there panting and you knew you were in deep now.
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