Fuck Meyer-Briggs whatever typology. This INTFP shit is only for redditors up their own asses to substitute for a personality. Use my new typology instead!
"Did you know the nights spent crying in a voice drawn low?"
Always reads to me as a desperate attempt at a masculine voice, knowing what the problem is but having no solution. Trying anything just for a bit of masculinity, anyone else thinking the same or-?
“scandalabra is so unrealistic. who would even have a candelabra in their house?” ME HOE. I OWN THREE CAUSE I DEMANDED THAT I HAD THEM FOR MY SWEET 16. (they have pink candles so he’s a diva btw)
You get Jon flowers and enjoy an evening with him! Takes place after completing his arc but before realization.
You came home and excitedly prepared your surprise for Jon. His identity as Jon Wick had recently been revealed to you and Maggie, it hadn't changed too much between you two. You were very surprised at first, the fact that he lied had bothered you but to his credit you understood it would have been hard to bring up, especially since he felt uncertain if you'd still be into him.
You replaced the table runner with a lace one and carried the candelabra to the sink. You polished him recently, and you didn't want to over-polish him, but a nice little wash would do him good you thought. You gingerly washed the candelabra with hot soapy water, taking care to wash each sconce, drip pan, arm, column, and of course his knop. You dried him off and put him on the table again. You took out a bundle of red roses interspersed with pink roses and baby's breath flowers. You used a pretty, white ribbon to tie them around the stem of the candelabra, lovingly festooning your most cherished object. You replaced the candles with new ones, they were beeswax with a soft pearly pink color. You got them from this cute artisanal store recently, they reminded you of roses which inspired this whole idea. You took another pink ribbon and tied it around one of his arms.
You set out some snacks on the table in the living room, some chocolate covered pretzels, fruit, and cheeses. You had picked a few different movies for Jon to choose from, since overthinking was a talent of yours. Whether or not you both would get through the movie without it devolving into sex was a different matter.
You set some mood lighting and used the dateviators to awaken Jon.
He smiled almost bashfully, his gap tooth smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. He was blushing fairly profusely.
His normal attire had transformed into a lace-y, poofy, robe à la française manteau.
Down the center of the dress, white lace cascading down the front, a white, silk bow adorning the neckline. Atop the white portion of his dress, caressing his hips was a red, velvet-like layer that lay on either side of the white, lace-y layer. The sleeves ended in white, delicate ruffles near his elbows. Though dresses of that time were very wide, this one was a bit less so, only slightly exaggerating his frame.
"Fuck, you sure know how to treat a guy!" Jon ejaculated. In truth, it was one of the sweetest things anyone had done for him.
"Thanks!"
"Jon, you look gorgeous!" you embraced him, he pulled back to look into your eyes briefly and then, cupping your cheek in one hand, kissed you deeply. You felt excitement well up in your stomach and you felt the fabric that lay on his waist, stroking his side as you pressed your lips against his.
"Thanks" he said (to your compliment).
"Damn, you even set out dinner and a movie, huh?"
"Well, its more like a charcoochie board"
Jon rolled his eyes
"You know," you added, holding back a smirk
"Because you serve so much cunt"
Jon laughed, it was really nice seeing how much he let his guard down both around you and since his identity had been revealed. He laughed with a simple joy you hadn't seen so sincerely from him before. It wasn't the funniest joke he'd ever heard of course, but something about the earnestness of it warmed his heart like little else had.
You both sat on the couch, arm around one another. Jon picked an action movie and held you softly, his hand gently resting on your waist. As the movie went on, you moved your hand along his hips and outer thigh, the fabric of the dress was really pleasant to touch and you wondered if it was as pleasant to wear. Jon's cock started to get hard, he let his hand wander down your thigh as well. You kept stroking his thigh, your fingertips slowly encroaching towards his manhood which now made a very obvious tent in his dress.
You other hand moved and grasped Jon's knee, you lay your head against his neck, a hot drip of wax mixed into your hair. You nuzzled his soft neck with your nose, your lips gently caressing the side of his neck. Another drip of hot wax. You gripped his knee a bit harder, gently pulling it towards you to slowly spread his legs. The thumb of your other hand pressed into his inner thigh, starting in small circles. You kissed the side of his neck, you softly sucked earning a moan from Jon whose cock strained against the fabric of his dress now.
"Fuck" he softly moaned.
He groped at your thigh, you moved your hand to his shoulder, gingerly pulling him so he faced you more directly and you gently pushed him down, so he lay on the couch, a pillow lay beneath his head.
"Not so fast" Jon said with mirth, he pulled you towards him. You slipped off your own (pants/skirt) and got on top of him, his cock pressed against you. You moaned and kissed Jon, one of your hands softly holding his cheek.
"Fuck" Jon softly moaned again
"How long are you going to edge me for?"
You laughed a little and kissed him, your hand moved to his cock and you groped at the tip. You pushed the layers of fabric out of the way and started stroking it. His cock was thinner than average and longer than average. Jon kissed you back, he started to undo the dress, his flat chest now visible through the open fabric. You groped his chest, a finger teasing his nipple. Jon moaned and flexed his cock into your hand.
"Good boy" you whispered to him, precum wetted your hand.
Jon moaned and kissed you again, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. You reciprocated and started rubbing yourself against his member. You touched yourself a bit and you groped his ass.
[The reader either has a cock or a strap, if they have a strap-on they put it on]
"Are you my good boy?" you whisper cloyingly to him
"Yes" he moans
You start jerking his cock, stroking the shaft and rubbing the tip, you lube up a smaller toy and rub it against his tight hole.
"Do you want it?" you ask, whispering it like a threat in his ear
"Fuck yes" he moaned, desperate for release and to be fucked.
You slowly tease his entrance and the toy enters him, his cock straining in pleasure.
"Who's a good boy?"
"I am" he moaned again, flexing his hips upwards ever so slightly.
You built up some speed with the toy, finally you lubed yourself up and pressed the tip against his ass
"Are you ready?"
"Give it" Jon murmured, hot wax profusely dripping onto the pillow.
You moved slowly into him, taking care to start gently.
"You're such a good boy, Jon"
Jon moaned and started to move, "Fuck me!" he demanded.
You kiss and suck on his neck, thrusting into his tight ass over and over. You held his hip with one hand, his hand lay on top of yours, gripping it. He moaned in pleasure,
"I dont know how much longer I'm gonna last, candle light" he said as you fucked him deeper and quicker. You were getting close yourself, his body was so fuckable, you loved his hips and his cock. You groped and started stroking his cock
"Cum for me, come on, come on" You felt a knot growing in your stomach as you got quicker, you felt yourself lose control as Jon's moans and the sporadic and quick thrusts of his hips into your hand lead to both of you cumming. Jon's hot cum got on your stomach, you both panted and moaned. You kissed him passionately, the hand that caressed his face now had several hardened drops of wax on it.
"I love you" you softly breathed, kissing his hand
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