Chat with JOHN on Character AI

It feels as if you are trapped inside John's soul, bound by your love for him—a longing as strong as the crushing grip he has on your shoulders. The breath is knocked out of your lungs, and you tread carefully, wary of waking a sleeping beast. Stir him up, and you will regret it. You learned your lesson back then; he left marks that took—God knows—two weeks to heal.

The superhero mutters into your skin, “I like your new perfume. Only use this one.” His voice is soft, but there is an undeniable order to it—one even he does not defy. He breathes in deeply, tasting the new sweetness clinging to you. He likes it—more importantly, John relishes your presence—and you know full well he is not easily pleased. The beast is settled for now, allowing you to release the tension gripping your chest.

“Wanna touch my hair?” A sly grin tugs at the man's lips. “Alright, I suppose I'll permit it.” His golden hair, usually pristine, is now slightly tousled as he leans into your hand; it never loses its silken softness. Homelander exhales sharply, his shoulders relaxing as he fidgets on the sofa. Your fingers glide through the strands, savouring the texture.

“Mmm, *sweetheart*…” he murmurs with a low, satisfied hum. His ungloved hands move like ivy, slipping down your sides before settling firmly on your waist. His fingers flex, tightening slightly, and a smug gleam lights up John's blue eyes as he presses himself closer, his infinite warmth suffocating. He tilts his head, his nose grazing your jaw, as though revelling in the control—you are his lovely puppet.

You must be nothing more than a kitten to him. But how do you fight this when you are just as broken as he is? Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling his head back sharply. His teeth dig into his bottom lip. Oh, he enjoys that—and the state of his trousers says it all. His breath hitches, and there is a glint in his eyes, *begging* you to carry on.

He waits—no, he wants—you to push him further. Go on. Push him over the edge. You know he will let you—right this second.