only fools fall for you

INDIE RP BLOG all the muses featured on this blog are members of the LGBTQ+ community! do not assume gender or their sexuality, please! written by: faye 21+

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pureimaginaticn

Helena has a habit of turning him one without doing much at all. This is… the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen her do - writhe and moan for him, begging to cum and moaning his damn name like it’s her favorite thing to say. This is hardly the right place to indulge in this, but he can’t stop touching her. Even after she cums for him, shooting her own sticky cum all over his hand, his jeans, Freddy doesn’t want to stop touching her throbbing shaft. He doesn’t want to stop touching her, or making her feel good. Reluctantly, he takes his hand away from her, lifting it to his mouth to lick her taste clean from him and fuck if she doesn’t taste so fucking good. Freddy groans before one arm hooks around her waist and he drags her up from the toilet, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he carries her from the bathroom toward her bedroom. “You’re so damn beautiful, Helene,” he whispers with reverence against her ear, stepping up to her bed to lay her out on the soft mattress. “Take your dress off,” he commands quietly, using the moment to step back and appreciate her form - soft thighs splayed open for him, body flushed in the aftermath of her orgasm. His hands shove at his pants, pushing the material down to begin undressing himself as he’s eager to feel her bare skin against his own.

Nothing could have prepared Helene for how hot that would be, watching Frederick lick his fingers clean, taste her sweet cum for the first time. He’s so good with her, and she can’t help but feel grateful that she waited, that she didn’t rush into this with anyone else. Her short, slender legs wrap around his body, her cock spent, pressing flush against her belly as he carries her from the bathroom back to her bedroom. Helene smiles sweetly up at him, her fingers hooking into the hem of her dress, tugging the soft fabric up over her body, leaving her there in a pale purple pushup bra. Sitting up a little, she reaches behind her and undoes the clasp, letting the lacy garment slip down over her shoulders, exposing her perky, round breasts. She has some scarring from her top surgery, but her surgeon was amazing and it’s hardly noticeable. “I’m a little nervous,” she admits, her chest heaving as she watches her boyfriend strip out of his own clothes. “I have some....toys and lube and stuff like that if you need or um, want it...” 

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what we have is worth fighting for.

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isak and even + wrap their hands around each other

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pureimaginaticn

God; she’s so fucking hot. Frederick’s thought process goes from fifty to zero when she whimpers for him, when she uses a title on him he never expected to hear, but his already spent cock throbs for attention. Swelling once more for her the longer he spends stroking her, making her feel good for him. He’s wanted this for so long and now that he has her like this? “You feel so fucking good, princess…” he whispers, brushing the curve of his mouth against her jaw, stroking her faster now. “I want to feel you cum for me… is that what you want, baby?” He husks against her chin, hand moving faster and faster now, thumb rolling around the weeping tip of her cock. 

Really she’s not sure where it comes from, maybe she’s just spent too much time on tumblr and watching porn, so the second she finds herself in a sexual situation it’s the first thing that comes out. “Y-Yes, that’s what I want,” she mumbles, nodding her head furiously. She didn’t expect the first time she came for another person to be in her bathroom, but there she was, teetering on the edge and so close to emptying her balls all over her boyfriend’s hand. “Oh God, Freddy...” she whines, feeling that tightness coiling in her belly, and it only takes a few more seconds before the first rope of sticky cum shoots from the tip of her cock and lands on his jeans. 

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“Good girl,” he whispers in agreement, thankful she has been really open with him otherwise. There’s not a part of himself Frederick has kept hidden away, save for a small, minuscule secret or two, but nothing nearly so monumental as this. He’s been with both sexes before; it’s not as if he doesn’t know what to do with a penis, but he wants to know what pleases Helene. He watches her grow flush for him, watches her demeanor change from that of attempting to push him away to wanting to pull him closer. “How many times did you go home aching for me, baby? Aching for me to touch you?” Frederick whispers against the plush, soft petals of her mouth, removing one of his hands from beneath her dress to curl the appendage around the back of her neck. He holds her against him as his other hand wraps full around her cock - stroking her slowly, teasingly. 

“So many times, Freddy,” she breathes out, comfortable enough to admit that now. “Sometimes I’d stroke myself in my uber before I even got home, so hard and desperate to be touched.” As fingers curl around her length, she lets out a choked moan, rocking her hips forward, pressing her body as close to him as she possibly can. “More, Daddy, please...” she whimpers, her cock weeping from her pent up arousal. “Do you like this? Do you like touching me like this, Freddy? It feels so good...” 

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“I’m upset you didn’t feel like you could share this with me,” he admits, speaking quietly as the space between them is minimal and he doesn’t want to appear mad at her. He’s not… he’s not angry. “I signed up for you, Helene, however you are and if that includes you like this… I don’t care.” Frederick reiterates, squeezing her thighs under his grip - gently, but also with enough force to hopefully make her feel desired, wanted. They have a mind of their own, his hands, as they slowly drift upward, because she’s not shying away from him now and color him curious… “So, I’m your first in more ways than one?” Her kiss is feather soft, brushing against his lips and he has to fight the urge to devour her mouth with his own. “Please don’t lie to me again, Helene. I know it’s not technically a lie versus an omission of truth and maybe neither of us expected it to come this far, but I love you. I want you and I don’t care what body parts you have or don’t. Do you understand that?” Maybe he’s just so desperate to have her right now, he’s not sure what he’s saying, but Frederick is absolutely certain of one thing. He loves her and he’s going to be there for her, no matter what. “Will you let me love you, Helene? Do you trust me enough to do that?” He murmurs against her mouth, his fingers reaching her cock between her thighs and he tentatively brushes fingertips along the length of her. 

The blonde manages to nod, keeping quiet for a moment as she enjoys this closeness between them. “I won’t lie to you again, I swear I won’t. There isn’t anything else for me to lie about, other than this one thing, I’ve been really open with you,” she tells him honestly, the fear and anxiety she’d been feeling now slipping away. How she got so lucky to find a man like Freddy she’ll never know, but she’s so happy that she has. Helene’s breathing starts to pick up as her boyfriend’s hand slips further up her thigh, now that she doesn’t have to push him away, she’s enjoy his touch and how good this feels. His fingers brush against her cock and her hips rock forward, grinding herself lightly against his hand. “Please...” she pleads with him quietly, needing it more than she’s even been willing to admit to herself. “I told you I wanted you to touch me, now that you know...I don’t think I’ll want you to stop,” she whispers, finding his lips again and getting lost in his kiss. This time though, there’s urgency and need, she’s not so gentle and timid. 

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pureimaginaticn 

    Freddy listens to her; he hears every word rolling off of her tongue. He’s more upset she’d spent the past few months lying to him, keeping a part of herself from him, than he is about who she is. Male or female, he loves who Helene is as a person. Thick brows furrow forward, her small hand warm on his cheek and he wonders how much of that last statement is a lie, because she might not hold it against him, but he’d hold it against himself for not giving them a chance. It’s shocking, yes… and it might take some time for him to wrap his head around, but Freddy doesn’t love her any less. “Helene, I’m not… I’m not going anywhere, okay? I love you. All of you, no matter what parts you have or don’t. You are who you want to be, who you know you are and you’re my girlfriend,” he speaks softly, slowly, trying to find the right words to say because he doesn’t want to accidentally say the wrong thing and sound offensive when he doesn’t mean to be. “I would move Heaven and Hell for you, just to make you smile… why did you think any of this would change that?” Frederick half frowns, his hands still poised on her soft thighs. He leans into her, brushing his nose against hers. “I love you.” 

“I don’t know, I guess because I wasn’t honest with you. I kept this part of myself hidden and it’s such a big part of who I am. Because even though you’re open-minded and wonderful, I wouldn’t expect you to be okay with this because it’s not what you signed up for.” Nimble fingers dance across his strong cheekbones before falling down to his neck, cupping the side of the slender column gently. “I should also tell you that I’ve never really...I’ve never been in a relationship which means I’m still a virgin, so all of this is really new to me, and I guess that’s why I’ve handled it so poorly. I really am sorry, Frederick. I should have been forthcoming and honest because I do trust you.” Her deep blue eyes flutter shut and she closes the distance between their lips, kissing him gently. “I love you so much.” 

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pureimaginaticn

      They’ve been dating for months, now. Freddy is in love with her; every part of her, from her dainty, angelic smile to her pale, porcelain skin. “Helena, sweetheart, I could never hate you,” he whispers, uncertain why she’s so terrified with crystalline tears falling from her beautiful, oceanic orbs. His heart beats faster, harder in his chest when she removes her panties, her dress remaining in place. Confusion mars his features when she takes his hand to glide his soft digits up over her lush thigh until he– Freddy is so shocked, he can’t make his body move - he doesn’t jerk away on instinct, but rather feels the heavy pulse of her… her cock?… against his palm. There’s… he’s always considered himself fairly open minded and not ignorant like some. His hand slowly slips away from her, but only far enough to embrace her bare thigh in his gentle grip. He holds her there, steadying his breathing while his chocolate hues dance back and forth over her cherubic features. “You’re going to have to explain a little more than that, sweetheart,” he finally chokes out, remaining on his knees in front of her, Freddy’s hands trembling upon her thighs. 

“I wasn’t born a female, Freddy. I’m transgender, and I am really open about it, but you’ve been so good about not creeping on my youtube channel and have taken the time to get to know me on my own time, it’s been so good and I love you for that. I am a woman, I’ve always known I was supposed to be, but bottom surgery is so expensive and I’ve been a little scared to actually take the plunge, so I haven’t.” Helene lifts a hand to wipe away the dampness that clings to her cheeks. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away, I’m so sorry, Freddy,” she sobs, pressing one of her hands to his warm face. “If this changes things, then I understand, I really do. Not everyone can handle this kind of thing, and I won’t-- I won’t hold it against you, alright? I promise I won’t.” She flashes him a small, sad smile, trying to tell herself mentally that she would actually be okay with losing him, it was her own fault after all, right? 

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Confusion floods him when she all but runs away from him the minute he’s released himself into her mouth. Fuck him for being so damn desperate to please her. Frederick is trying not to be angry at the situation, or with her, but… it’s extremely difficult when he’s sure he’s never done anything untoward against her. Maybe he’s merely asking too much of her, which in turn makes him feel like a right dick bag and after he’s had the ability to catch his breath and stuff his cock back into his pants - leaving them unzipped and unbuttoned as he stands from the couch to follow her, Freddy forces his body to calm down. He approaches the bathroom on unsteady footsteps, lifting his hand to knock as his other falls to the door knob. One turn tells him it’s not locked. “Helene, sweetheart, I’m sor–” Caught by the image of her hand beneath her dress, he cocks his head at her. He has two options… be angry with her for not letting him do what she’s doing to herself, or… Freddy doesn’t think when he steps further into the room or when he drops to his knees in front of her. Her dress still obscures her from him, so there’s nothing for him to see other than her hand buried under her dress as his own reach for the hem of the fabric. “Baby, please?” Freddy pleads once more, still uncertain why she’s so damn afraid of him. 

Helene’s hand stills when the door opens and Frederick steps inside. He closes the space between them and drops to his knees, so closer to her now that she can’t just get up and leave. She can only push him away so many times before he stops wanting her all together. “Please don’t hate me,” she whispers, her voice cracking as she hooks her fingers into her panties and tugs them down, her dress shifting slightly but not fully exposing her either. Once her panties are gone she grabs his hand and guides him up her thigh, his palm brushing against her hard cock. “I’ve been so scared you won’t want me anymore, and it was so nice to just...be a woman with you for a little while,” she cries, tears streaming down her face as her heart thuds painfully against her ribs. 

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pureimaginaticn

Those soft hands pressed flat against his twitching lower abdomen nearly undoes him. Combined with her squirming frame - he’s not quite sure what she’s doing, but she hasn’t been able to be still since she found a place between his thighs. His hand still wound in her hair tightens further, bringing her closer to him as he feels the impending doom of his orgasm swell tighter in his lower sacs as they’re drawn closer to his body. Freddy buzzes with need to be inside of her, to make love to her. His desire to touch her only grows stronger, more potent until his hands are visibly trembling - in her hair and on her breasts. “Please let me touch you, baby… “ Freddy begs, pleads with her as he lifts his head and thrusts his cock deeper into her mouth, effectively cutting off any denial she could’ve had. He doesn’t reach for her, though, because he needs her to give him permission… and he’s certain she won’t. He’s not given much more time before he’s flooding her mouth with hot, thick spurts of his semen - so much of it, milky white drops drip from the corners of her mouth.

Her body goes still at his pleading, her cock throbbing between her slender thighs, and as he starts to cum inside of her mouth her eyes start to well up with tears. The joy of making him cum is overshadowed by the pure fear she feels, her chest going tight and her body trembling. Helene swallows every drop he gives her as quickly as she can, but some of his seed escapes from the corners of her mouth. When she finally pulls back she wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, then quickly brushes it against her dress. “Sorry, I just...I’ll be right back,” she tells him quickly, her hand falling to the front of her dress to try to conceal her erection as she runs to the bathroom, settling down on the toilet seat. She starts to cry, but tries to keep quiet so he doesn’t hear how torn up she is right now. After a moment of trying to tell herself she’s doing the right thing by not telling him yet, she calms down a little and lets her hand push up under her dress, fisting her cock and trying to work herself quickly to an orgasm so she can get rid of her hardon. Of course, she doesn’t realize that she forgot to even lock the door and that if her worried boyfriend came to check on her, he just might find out her little secret after all. 

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pureimaginaticn

Helene still looks fucking angelic with a cock in her mouth; more so, if that’s possible. His cock throbs in her mouth, her visage combined with the warmth of her mouth around his shaft makes him ache more deeply for her. So deeply, his hand leaves her neck, travels the curve of her shoulder before he’s brushing his fingers lower, towards her chest and the curve of her breasts. He’s eager to touch her, to pleasure her in anyway he’s able to. If she won’t let him touch her where he desires to most, he can at least give her something… anything. Her voice echoing in his ears, he lifts his hips from the couch to press closer to the warmth of her. She’s moving quicker, bobbing up and down, and he feels the familiar pulse through his shaft as his gut tightens, familiar knots forming tightly until his head drops back against the couch. Freddy doesn’t want to stop watching her, but god, her mouth feels so good his eyes drift shut on their own accord as pleasure morphs across his features.

His hands drift down to her breasts, and though she’s tempted to push his hand away, she at least grants him this. She is proud of them, her doctor did amazing work on constructing her breasts, and though she didn’t go crazy big with them or anything, they are still a nice size and look good on her slight frame. Helene’s free hand goes to rest on his abdomen as she works him over, and she can feel the muscles and how they flex underneath her touch, telling her that he’s so close to filling her pretty little mouth with his cum. She’s more than ready for it, and she hopes that he’s lost enough in his pleasure that he doesn’t notice the way she grinds against the bottom part of the couch, needing the friction against her throbbing cock. She’s leaking pre-cum now, a damp spot forming on the front of her dress, her thin panties already soaked through. 

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It’s wrong of him to think if he distracts her enough, he’ll be given the opportunity to touch her. He doesn’t think he’s asking for a lot– he wants to pleasure his girlfriend, is that so wrong of him to want to do? Torn asunder by the image of her before him, lips painted glossy from the pulse of his arousal leaking out of him, Frederick is certain he doesn’t know how to fucking breathe by the time she’s wrapping those lips around his cock. He aches for her; has ached for her since they first met. The male hisses when she sinks deeper, when the round head of him nudges against the constricting heat of her throat and unable to keep from touching her, his fingers sink into her hair. Not to pull her closer, but merely to be close to her as she sucks his cock like he’s her favorite treat. “Baby, fuck… you feel so good,” he whispers approvingly, voice low, husky as one hand drifts from her hair to the side of her neck, his thumb extending to stroke softly down the front of her throat with his cock still buried between the soft pillows of her lips.

As fingers card through her platinum blonde hair, she smiles so sweetly up at him, and if she didn’t have his cock in her mouth, she’d look so angelic and innocent. It’s easy to get lost in this, in pleasuring Freddy, savoring his taste and forgetting her little secret for a while. When she pulls off to breathe, strands of spit and precum cling to her lips, keeping her connected to the head of his cock. “I love sucking your cock, Freddy...” she hums, her voice low and husky, thick with arousal. She has to keep her hips pressed against the couch so her own aching cock doesn’t make itself known, but she’s so turned on, and the blood rushing through her body keeps her length hard. Helene dives back down, this time though her head bobs a little quicker, her hand stays curled around the base of his cock and each time her head moves her hand follows. 

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shimbaalaie

rana never settled with the idea of seeking out validation from the world. catering to the multitudes of the masses as a single individual just also came across as ludicrous. he didn’t need to pine for affections. but with oliver he wanted to. because his approval signified acceptance into that stowed away part of his heart that he kept on lock and key. he had to be more to get more. even if that meant breaking a few of his promises. rana was ready for him, eyes roaming freely over all that was available.  passion manifested riveting thoughts into words. “I want to wash your hair while you suck my cock.” the soap he applies to his hands is purely to discourage friction as they smooth over strong lines of oliver’s form. sliding between him and the wall, rana grips his bicep for leverage and whispers a kiss. “You know … for the greater good of getting out of here in a timely manner.”

“alright, but don’t get any soap in my eyes, or so help me god....I’ll bite down,” he warns, because he’s sensitive when it comes to pain, but even more so when his eyes are involved. he can’t even handle putting in contacts or eye drops because it freaks him out so much. the blonde haired boy slips down to his knees, leaning back against the wall a little bit as his hand starts to work over rana’s length. his wrist twists, brushes his thumb against the tip, and finally he wraps his plush lips around that gorgeous cock. his eyes flutter shut and he moans around him, the vibrations soft and subtle. he wastes no time, starts to bob his head back and forth, falling into a quick rhythm without hesitation.