#ralph fanfiction

[parkermunson]

i think ralph is joe's kinkiest character. look at that weird little fuck. he for sure owns every sex toy that exists. probably made a few of his own.

yes 👏 yes 👏 yes 👏 yes

This man is a puppy personified. He'll have a plug and choker that sit in the top drawer of his nightstand. He's not ashamed of his kinks and will absolutely wear them out in public, though with the style of the time, no one else will know. Except you.

He would dote on every word out of your mouth, but would also be unable to focus because he loves hearing your voice. You could say gibberish and he would get so hard, he'd be fixing his pants every time you conversed in public.

The moment you get home, he's on you. If you're not in the mood that night, he'll be upset but won't push you. Your bed is on the opposite side of the wall from his and he'll definitely use that to his advantage.

He has so many toys at his disposal but he's so desperate that he'll grab a pillow, fold it over, and fuck it. The soft silk of the pillowcase has a delicious glide, and his hips are hitting the mattress hard enough that the bedframe is slamming against the wall, so you'll hear every thrust.

Even if that wasn't possible to ignore, his moans are a dead giveaway. He's so vocal, so fucking loud. But no matter how fast and rough he fucks the pillow, no matter what toy he uses, he won't be able to cum until you tell him to. It's your voice that pushes him over.

Send me Joe hc's for his bday!

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hi!! i love your fics!

i was wondering whether i can request melissa x reader with prompt 59, please

melissa doesn’t understand how r can find her body attractive so r proceeds to point out reasons why she loves mel and her body

you can choose the direction from there :)

Take My Word, My Word Is Truth ~Top!Melissa Schemmenti xFem Partner!Switch!Reader

Summary— Melissa and Reader go to a Pennsylvania Education Gala. Melissa asks Reader about a compliment, so Reader shows Melissa exactly what she means… Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate them as well as your request! I would love to write this for you!! I went with mainly fluff and a little smut at the end. Hope you Enjoy! ��️

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#59. “You… find this attractive?”

Warnings: NSFW, light smut, mostly fluff, compliments, flustering, implied insecurity, implied self-worth issues, kissing, teasing, marking, light taunting, top/bottom relations, soft dom/sub implications, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Melissa walked out of her bedroom and down the stairs, waiting by the door.

“Are you ready, ‘hun?” The redhead called out to you in the kitchen.

“Yea coming!!” You called back.

You popped out of the kitchen, finishing putting on your shoes with a smile. Your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of Melissa. She and you were going to a PA education gala. And Melissa was wearing a long, fitting, dark green dress. You gulped and blushed slightly at the sight of the woman, coming up to her ready to go.

“You look… really good…” you breathed out the compliment.

Melissa looked away and blushed lightly.

She never could take a compliment.

“Oh hush now, we’re going to be late…!” The older woman exclaimed, dramatically dragging you out of the house.

The gala itself was a little boring. The only thing redeeming was the free alcohol and getting to see Melissa all dressed up and sexy. The redhead could feel your gaze on you all night.

Later on, as Melissa and you, arms linked were making your rounds to her colleagues. You eventually reached Barbara, one of Melissa’s closest teacher friends.

“Y/N, it is lovely to finally meet you, my dear!” Barbara exclaimed, taking you into a quick embrace, then pulling an older man into the conversation, “Melissa, Y/N, this is my husband.”

You all exchanged pleasantries, before Barbara began asking about you and Melissa.

“Yes, I am so lucky to be able to call this attractive woman my girlfriend…!” You exclaimed, squeezing Melissa’s arm in emphasis.

Melissas entire face practically went red at your comment, and she was quick to grab another drink to hide her reddened face. She cheekily nipped your side in retaliation, making you squeak.

After you and her had made all the rounds, the two of you sat at your table and shared a moment.

“Hey ‘Hun…?” Melissa spoke.

“Yea?” You chirped, looking at your redhead girlfriend.

“You… find this attractive?” She asked, your comment obviously still sticking out in her mind.

You gasped lightly at Melissa’s sudden vulnerable and insecure tone. It sounded like she was about to cry. You immediately took her hand in yours and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Of course I find you attractive, Baby… You are beautiful.” You comfort the woman.

Melissa then looked over to you with slightly watery eyes.

“You really mean that…?” She said in a cracked, wobbly tone.

Your heart nearly broke at the sight. You knew that Melissa hadn’t ever been loved and cared for properly, but it never ceased to make you distraught at how she wasn’t used to love and care and concern.

You took a deep breath and then got up. Melissa looked at you in question and confusion.

“Come on, Let’s go, Mel…” you hum under your breath.

“I… I don’t understand…” Melissa stammered, as you lead her by the hand out of the gala.

“Baby, we said our rounds to everybody, no one will think twice if we leave. And… there’s something I need to do.” You explain, hooking your arm around Melissa’s and leading her out into the cold night.

The drive home was fairly silent, you kept your right hand reassuringly wrapped around Melissa’s hands while you drove. You got home, and you had Melissa come sit with you on the living room couch. You placed a hand on your back and comforted the woman.

“What… what do you need to do…?” Melissa asked, recalling your comment as you had insisted on leaving the gala.

You turned to Melissa with a smile, then getting up and kneeling in front of the woman’s closed legs. Melissa breath caught in her throat, and she looked at you in question.

“I… w-what…?” She stammered, as you took her hands in her lap and comforted her.

You looked up at the woman with love and care in your gaze.

“It has come to my attention that you need to be reminded why you are so beautiful and attractive… and why you deserve to be showered with love.” You hum, bringing her hands to your lips and beginning to kiss each knuckle, one at a time.

Melissa blushed and turned her head to look away. You immediately stopped all your administrations.

“Nuh uh… look at me, amore…” you purr in insistence.

Melissa’s gaze bashfully turned back to you, her face reddened once more.

“Good girl, thank you, baby…” you hummed in praise, kissing her knuckles one by one once more.

Melissa watched your every move with growing and darkening pupils.

“God your hands are perfect…” you purred, as you began to kiss parts of her palms, “Not only do you use them everyday to help and educate your kids at school, but they’re so sexy…” you husked.

Melissa gulped and her mouth partially opened to speak (most likely to refute your compliments), but a firm cock of an eyebrow from you made Melissa sit in her flustered state and accept the praise.

Your kisses migrated to the redheads wrists and lower arms. You took even more time with each affectionate kiss, suck, and bite, leaving a few marks along the way.

“Your arms… are so strong and gorgeous…” you cooed lovingly, slowly moving from her left arm to her right, “You always hold up the weight of the world on them… But sometimes, it’s better to let people help you carry the weight, amore…”

Your kisses moved to her upper arms, and Melissa in response, instinctually opened her legs wide for you. You smirked and slotted yourself still on your knees, in between her legs, so that you were right up against the couch with your chest. Melissa’s heart and cunt flutter in tandem at your closeness.

Once you were satisfied with the arm kisses, you stood up and gave the woman your hand. She took it in curiosity and stood up.

“Your dress… The way it clings to your curves… the way the green accentuates your hair and eyes…” you hum, running your hands up and down the garment and her figure, “You look stunning, baby…”

Shivers run up and down Melissa’s spine. You then gently helped her out for the dress, letting it pool on the ground, before guiding Melissa to sit back on the couch.

You knelt back in between her legs, then proceeding to take her heels off. You kissed her feet, toe by toe, making sure to make eye contact with Melissa after each little suck, nibble, and kiss.

“Your feet… they’ve taken you so far in life… you’ve accomplished so much…” you purr, “And maybe one day, you’ll step on me with them…”

You said that last bit with a wink before moving on to kiss and suck along her legs and up to her knees, one leg at a time. Melissa nearly choked on her own breath from your words and wink. She hated to admit it, but all your praise was melting her heart. And making her wet…

You kissed and marked her legs up to her thighs, now on your standing knees looking up at Melissa.

“Your legs are precious… Also so strong, like the rest of you… They always look so pretty crushing my head…” you cooe cheekily, smirking at the end.

You spread her legs even further, before leaning down and starting to caress and love on her thighs. Melissas eyes fluttered and her mouth went silently open, as your hot mouthed kisses went towards her inner thighs, closer and closer to her core.

“Your thighs… they’re so thick and marvelous… love how they bounce when you walk… love how they suffocate me…” you husk.

Melissa had gotten the message. Her face was burning red and she was riled up enough. One of her hands snaked into your hair and tried to silently guide you or her core, implying how badly she needed you.

But you waved her off with ease, not done making your point. While one hand held her thighs open, your other snaked around the back of her neck. You looked up to the red head, guiding her to lean down toward you with your hand on her neck. You stared at the woman with unadulterated lust in your eyes and parted lips. Her gaze was now unabashedly meeting yours, filled with lust and joy.

You leaned forward and connected your lips to hers. Your lips intermingled with hers in a light, loving, yet passion filled kiss. But you pulled away much too soon to Melissa’s dismay, leaving her whimpering at the loss of contact.

“Your lips are better than perfection… they’re soft and plump… and so delicious…” you cooed lustfully into the redheads ear, “And your voice… God, I think I could cum from it alone…” you groaned out.

“Enough Cucciolina.” Melissa breathed out, her tone low, sultry, and filled with lust.

Your breath hitched at the pet name, and you bit your lip, awaiting the woman’s next words eagerly. Melissa then guided your head back down to her cunt. She gazed down upon you on your knees, her eyes dark and dominating, now believing in her power thanks to your praise and showing her.

“I keep hearing all this talk about how attractive you find me…” she purred, “That’s all talk… Why don’t ya’ show me, Cucciola…?”

Your eyes widened and you blushed slightly. Her hand then urged you face first into her clothed clit and you happily teased the woman through the thin material. You groaned, quickly taking your hand from her neck and scrambling to remove her panties. Melissa shifted her hips upward, and you quickly removed the lousy excuse for underwear, throwing it aside.

“You’re so beautiful…” you groaned, as you caught sight of the woman’s gleaming, slick pussy, before diving into her cunt and making Melissa’s head loll back with a moan.

~~~

Melissa Schemmenti Masterlist

[mediocre-quill-ink]

Connor x shy!reader

Summary: Connor has a crush on reader and would like to know them better, but he has a feeling reader doesn't like him because reader is always so... stiff around him. Eventually connor confronts this issue.

"Hank?"

"Yeah?" He grunted back. Busy with whatever work he had to review.

"Has y/n spoken to you about me lately?"

Hank looked up at connor, raising an eyebrow. "What?" He made his confusion clear in his voice "what do you mean?"

"Well..." Connors gaze fell over to you, mostly keeping his stiff posture, but his fingers were fiddling with the fabric of his pants."Whenever I come near y/n, their heart rate increases. Their stress levels highten whenever I'm around them. I was wondering if y/n has spoken to you about me. If I did someone wrong."

Hank glanced over at you, then back at connor, gears turning in his head. "No, they haven't." He muttered back, then realization set in. "Ohhh, I know what's going on here." He whispered. "What do you mean lutenint?" Connor replied. He fixed on Hank as he pushed back from his desk slightly. He gave one final glance at you, his tongue stabbing his cheek. "You said they get, what? Stressed around you? Heart rate... that sort of stuff." Connor nodded."Yes."

He finally looked back at connor, lounging in his chair again. "Why does it bother you so much?" Connors gaze shifted slightly, hands fidgiting with his clothes again. "I'm... not sure." His gaze fixed on you for a moment. A bit longer than he intended.

Something about you just... captured him. Your smile, your voice, your hair... everything about you was just... beautiful. You were kind to him when you didn't need to, even defended him when Gavin was being a little shit.

But as kind as you were to him, whenever he approached you, you would stress out. Heart rate escalating, breath patterns change... he worried he did someone wrong. Perhaps he scared you. He was aware many humans were unsettled by androids if not for their... superiority, but they can sometimes be uncanny. Had he startled you? Intimidated you? Did he do something wrong?

"I suppose... I worry I made a bad impression on them." He finally stated. He wasn't lying, but it wasn't the whole truth. Connor himself didn't know what the full truth was, but he felt it twist in his metallic core. Hank leaned back into his desk, keeping a suspicious eye on Connor. "Then ask them." He suggested, a bit to aggressively. The led on Connors head flickered, considering.

Would that work? Would a confrontation actually fix this or just make things more awkward?

"Ask them?" He repeated.

"Yah, ask! What's the worst that'll happen, Connor?" He insisted.

Connor couldn't explain it, but anxiety started to build in his stomach. It's a feeling he didn't often feel, but when he did, it confused him. In the past, he was so self-assured, full of purpose, and felt as if nothing could bring him harm, but now, ever sense deviancy, he was scared.

"What? You can chase killers with wreakless abandon, but you can't ask someone what they are feeling?" Hank chuckled light heartedly. Connor couldn't help but feel a small smile appear on his face. "I could say the same for you, lutenint." He jabbed back.

He finally looked back at you. You were on your computer, seemingly researching a case and taking notes. You were gorgeous.

I can do this

Connor stood up and made his way to your desk. You were located in a far corner with no other people sharing desk space near you. It was nice to have a private space to do your work.

You glanced up to see Connor nearing you, and that's when Connors sensors started to go off again. Increased heart rate.

"Good evening, y/n!" Connor greeted.

Irregular breathing detected.

"Hi, Connor!" You smiled back, giving a gentle wave."What brings you to my oh so humble corner of the office?" You set down your pincel, swallowing hard, which he noticed. "May I take a seat? I won't stay to long." Connor stated, jesturing to an unused desk across from you. "Oh, of corse!" You replied

He promptly slit out the chair and sat in one foul swoop, efficient even when sitting. "I'm sorry if I've disturbed your work y/n, I don't mean to intrude." He glanced at what you were working on. Seemingly, a case on petty theft. "No, not at all. Honestly, I need a break." You sighed, placing a hand on your forehead.

Connors fingers began to play with the fabric of his pants again. "I came to speak about an issue it appears you have. About me. I was simply wondering what it was and if there was anything I could do to resolve this issue." There was a moment of silence where your brain just stopped working. Thinking. You gave him a very puzzled face, which made him confused as well.

"Issue? What issue?" You asked, eyes skittering around his face. "Well," Connor started, now a bit tense. Did he miscalculate? "When ever I'm in your vicinity, your heart rate and breath irregularite, sweat usually increasing as well. My presence stresses you out, don't I?"

Your face suddenly flushes to a darker hue. "Oh." Is all you state. But his sensors are proving his point. Heart going wild. Chest tight with shallow breaths. "Are you alright, y/n?" Connor asked, leaning in slightly. He threw a glance at Hank, who was back to his work. He knew this was a bad idea.

You finally let out a deep breath. "I'm fine, Connor." You sigh, regaining some sense or composure. "It's just... it's complicated. No, I don't have an issue with you, if that's what you're concerned about. You've done nothing wrong." You shook your head gently, picking up the pencil again, needing something to do with your hands. Connors led began to flash again, trying to figure out what this meant. "So I don't make you feel intimidated?" He muttered.

"No, no, not really. Not like that." You reply, now fidgiting with the pencil, you're avoiding eye contact now. Connors led continued to blink. "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

He thought his extensive programming for human psychology would help him out, but somehow, he was left in the dark. "Why then, do you get so anxious when I'm around?"

You swallowed hard again, sweat starting to build. "It's dumb, Connor. Humans are... illogical, their minds go places they know are unrealistic. Thank you for caring, but I don't think you'd care if I told you."

Connor squinted slightly, a dozen questions racing through his head. What does that mean, "minds go places they shouldn't" what we're you thinking?

"But I do care." Was all he replied.

Your heart wrenched at that

you finally look at him. not a worried glance but actually look at him. his expression was soft and meaning. he looked so sincere. "oh, Connor..." you whisper. chest tightened, you hesitate for a moment before cautiously holding his hand. to flinch isn't the proper word but Connor reacted in a way that showed he wasn't expecting the sudden action.

should i tell him? you ask yourself.

clearly he cares. but... would he reciprocate? does he feel the same way or is he just... being nice.

you sigh. glancing around the room briefly. "I didn't realize how much you cared about this. about me." you mumble. Connors led stopped flickering for a moment, face hardening ever so slightly. "of course I do."

"alright. I'll tell you. I'm sorry for being so... uncooperative." you sigh, anxiety tightening. Connor simply nodded in response. "the reason I get so nervous around you is because I... like you. like, romantically." there's s moment of silence, his led flashing yellow for a moment. the sudden silence from the ever so quizitive detective is unsettling. you start to realize how square your shoulders are as you try to let out a chocking breath.

"say that again." he finally whispers back.

your gaze locks back on him, confusion twisted into your brows. "i like you." you reply.

Connors led finally stills. what ever eye contact he was making with you softens. "you do?" he replied softly. all you can do is nod. at that a small smile cracks on his face. you start to realize how ridged he was too because his posture relaxes slightly. "I like you too." he replied.

"really?"

"yes. I think so."

"think so?"

"no... no I know so." he finally stated.

you squeeze his hand in response "awesome. so... do you want to... date?" you can feel heat rushing to your cheeks. "id love to."

[dljcem]

hi !! could you please write hcs about dating daniel larusso from karate kid ?? thank you 🫶

ೃ༄ Lola

daniel larusso dating hcs

warnings: not beta or proof read

lets you ride on the back of his bike. hes not opposed to taking you to and from places in the slightest—he’ll even encourage you to loop your arms around his waist (so you dont get hurt, of course. totally not because it makes him giddy.)

passes you notes during class. they usually consist of trivial observations and invitations to go out; he might ask for answers, if youre covering a topic hes particularly bad at.

his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. he reassures and compliments you daily, keeps his hands on you whenever he physically can.

hes especially fond of kissing your cheek, for some unknown reason. he does it as both a greeting and farewell—its a bit of a ritual between you.

shows off his karate once he starts making notable progress. he enjoys the validation, finds that it motivates him further.

asks you to accompany him to prom. he places a lot of effort into his proposal—finds a pretty spot by the shore, buys your favourite flowers, puts together a small poster, etc.

wins you the prizes at local fairs/golf n’ stuff. you have more than a few stuffed animals from him compiled in your closet—he likes to call them your ‘children’.

hesitant to open up about the situation with johnny. he doesnt want to worry you; if you mention it, he’ll brush it off and insist its not a big deal. even when it shows, through blood and bruises and whatnot, he denies it.

[jaidens]

hi! could you write something where daniel larusso is at soccer practice & his girlfriend is there watching him, and then afterwards when practice is done, they sneak off under the bleachers and talk & hold hands and kiss? y'know, just typical high school stuff 🫶🏻 thank you!

You've Got A Smile That Can Light Up This Whole Town — Daniel Larusso

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : none

a/n [s] : thank YOU for the request! I hope this fulfills what you asked.

You sat on the bleachers, doing your homework two classes before. The hot sun beams down on you as you stare at Daniel. In all of his glory, he passed the ball through the green grass on the field. His coach is yelling at the team to “get themselves together” because they had choked the scrimmage.

The coach says they're off for the day and you see him running his sweaty hair back. Daniel picks up his stuff from the ground, takes his water bottle out, and takes a chug from it. You hear his Long Island accent ring out as he talks to one of his teammates, Josh. You were never quite fond of his team, as some of them had messed with your best friend.

A couple minutes later you finished your homework and put it in your backpack. You continued staring at Daniel. It was hard not to. His gorgeous tan skin was shining in the sun. He was slightly sweaty, shaking out his dark-brown hair. Daniel walked around the bleachers and up the stairs, carrying his soccer bag. You smile at him as he drops his bag next to yours and sits down. “Hey, Danny! How was the practice? You smell like sweat.” You teased and he put his arm around your shoulders. “Hey there.. the practice was good. Coach just will not get off of us over a scrimmage.” He says groaning.

“So dramatic aren't you? Wanna go under the bleachers? This heat is killing me.” You say, picking up your backpack and standing up. “And I'm the dramatic one?” Daniel says, grabbing his stuff and following you as you race down the stairs and to under the metal bleachers.

There's a couple people, mostly you and Daniel’s friends that are relaxing. You wave at your friend from chemistry and she smiles at you, just before her obnoxious boyfriend starts eating her mouth again. You make sure there are no teachers and pull Danny’s hand to get him closer to you. It provided a secret hiding place for you and Daniel to spend time together.

Daniel takes his jacket from his bag and puts it on the ground for you two to sit on. “Such a gentleman aren't you?" You said, grabbing his jersey to pull him down to the ground with you. He pulls out a couple of snacks his Mother packs for him whenever he has practiced. It's an assortment of finger food, crackers, and pretzels.

“How was class?” Daniel asks eventually, swinging his arms around your shoulders once more pulling you into his side. You remember, one day, his mother said you fit together like puzzle pieces and you almost cried. He was your best love, the sweetest and most caring boy ever who was completely fearless. “It was good. Mr. Johnson was yelling at this girl today and it was so hilarious.” Daniel laughs along with you as he stares at you while you speak about other classes you've had today.

Daniel was always a romantic after being raised extremely well by Lucille. He would never let you open a door if he was there, even if it was your bedroom door. The way he wrote notes for you and hid them in your books for every class. You always wondered how you were able to catch him. The star of the soccer team and the star of the Miyagi-Do Karate dojo. Even if he was the only one in the dojo.

“How was your day Danny? How was class?” You ask, taking another handful of snacks to eat. He starts talking about an annoying teacher, and a random thing that happened with Johnny. You can't help but admire him, the way he always has a small smile on his face when he explains stuff. His nose squeezes together whenever he eats a super salty pretzel but he continues explaining.

“Are you even listening baby?” Daniel says a few seconds later, after seeing (what he calls it) “your head in the clouds look”. You shake your head out of your daydream. “No! No, I'm listening. You were talking about Ashley Henderson!” You spout out, not sure if you were exactly right. You lay further on his shoulder and you smell his cologne. “Yeah alright." Danny’s Long Island was thicker whenever he was slightly tired. After practice, he would be almost unintelligible as you heard the way his words would stick together.

“Y’know. My Ma asked if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight. We're having her famous lasagna I think. My Nonna taught it to her.” Daniel asks, running his fingers down your spine, something he did unconsciously whenever you laid on him.

You sat up slightly, looking up at his baby browns and his jaw. He has a small scar on the edge of his face from falling when he was younger. You always liked to kiss over it whenever you were alone. Secretly, Daniel loved it too. You let your lips fall on the scar, giving a small peck onto it. "Yeah, I'll come. Lucille always makes the best food. She could serve me mud and grass and I think I would still eat it.

“She does make pretty good food doesn't she?” He says, giving you a small smirk before holding his hand out for you to take. It was something he did after he got punched in the lip and you said he couldn't talk just in case he'd hurt his lip and to “hold out your hand if you want me to hold it.” You grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers together with his. He smiled at you before leaning close to your face.

You connect your lips with his, giving a slow kiss to him. Daniel slowly reaches his hand to your face, holding it as you continue kissing. Some of Danny's teammates walk up behind him and smack his shoulders before saying, “Get some!” You had to pull away to laugh as he turned away embarrassed.

“Your teammates are crazy Danny.” You say, pointing out the obvious as Daniel runs his hand down your arm. “Yeah I know. I gotta’ play with them baby.” He says sarcastically throwing his head to the side. You laugh at him as he readjusts his hips, slowly pushing them up to fix his back.

You grin as you lay back down on his shoulder. After it got hurt during the karate tournament, you were always careful about putting too much pressure on it. Daniel told you it was fine, but you were still worried. Danny stares up at the clock that sat outside and looks back at you. “We have five minutes until our next class. What do you wanna do for the rest? Jus’ relax or am I thinking what you're thinking..?”

You push yourself up off the ground and stare into Daniel’s eyes. After dating Daniel for a year, you always notice his eyes have a sense of mischievousness in them. Lucille would always point it out too, how whenever he would look at something, there would always be a look in his eyes daring himself to do something.

"Oh, Daniel! No… I'm gonna get to class before I'm late. You know I have Mr. Thompson." You said, gently slapping his shoulder. He always knows you're joking, but you see him pretend to be upset and pout his lip out. You grab your backpack off the ground and his jacket. He grabs your arm and pulls you into a hug. "Hey, I'll see you later," Daniel says. You smile before hugging him again and kissing his cheek before walking off to your class. He waves you off, staring at you and you walk away.

[emsgoodthinkin]

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Rafe Cameron

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Multi-Fandom imagines / videos 💭 📺

Eddie watching his gf stim

Eddie said sit on it

Obx daddy issues

I watch Scream for the plot

Subby lil Eddie

Joe🤝Joe

Eddie and Steve? Nah, Ghost and Konig

Eddie in a ski mask

Cute stupid head Ed

I can take them both (not in a fight)

Steve’s predator stare

If Billy was in Queen of the Damned

We all wanna sit on Keerys lap

Daddy Steve vibes

Head? Head.

Hybrid puppy Ralph vibes

Joes an ass man

Billy loves Steve’s eye contact

Joe calls Dacre mommy

Cocky Keery

Let Quinn take you to a bad place too

Arthur can’t take the pressure

Arthur deserves a good ride

Sweaty Ed

Joseph’s BBC

Eddie and corrupted princess vibes

Eddie soundgasm

Rockstar Eddie’s f*ck song

Looks can be deceiving Mr. Keery

Oh yes Rio

Steve Harrington? No, Steve Gallagher

Dacres fine like wine

Twitter links

Put a knife in me Rory

Rafe can handle it

Mommy Nancy

Damon’s words get you wet

Big boy Hopper

Big boy Billy

Riding Steve’s thick limbs

Eddie whoppin yo ass

Eddie say please?

Steddie voices

Do it in the shower Billy

Spencer is a womanizer

Dacre can’t stop lookin at you

Eddie’s warning stare

You crawling to Eddie

Eddie being too calm during punishment

Steve grabbing Eddie’s ass

Eddie’s jeans..

Which Joe can you see

I need Billy and Eddie to wreck me

Joe reacting to a dirty text

Eddie loses V-card

Your beautiful goofball Ed

[witchy-aunt]

Johnny cade head cannons

first fanfic! I'll preface this by saying I wrote this a long time ago art like 2am so if its not great at there's a lot lot errors IM SORRY!! Also 'figured this would good to post with this years new round of middle schoolers who just read the outsiders, genius or low hanging fruit? can't tell.

f/m, no warnings, pure fluff maybe some angsty bits?, Johnny cade x reader

Johnny Cade

“Stay gold, Ponyboy.”

Johnny’s very obviously a nervous wreck so when you got together it was no surprise he was super worried about losing you

whenever it’s cold out he comes to your house instead of staying out in the lot as much as he used too

Late night talks out in the lot

You, Johnny, and pony are like the ultimate trio honestly 

I feel like most fanfics I read say pony’s normally a third wheel after you get together but I disagree in my mind you were already all friends or at least friendly and so when you got together it didn’t change things all that much as far as your friendship with Ponyboy

I feel like he’d have a lot to contribute to the gangs conversations but because he’s too scared to speak up he’d tell you about all his thoughts throughout the day when you’re alone you’re just easier for him to talk too

Dallas is suspicious of you at first but wouldn’t outwardly show it for Johnny’s sake and besides he’d act basically the same way he’d behave with you if you weren’t dating, when he inevitably realizes your good for him I think he develops a soft spot for you like he has for Johnny and Pony

People really don’t account for how “sassy” (for lack of better words💀) Johnny and Pony are and honestly it’s funny as hell, like his sarcastic remarks are rare in front of the gang but hilarious when they happen

I think because he’s so tough starved he really appreciates any physical contact from you even if it’s just a simple hand hold or resting your head on his shoulder

He loves cuddling, he’s def the little spoon most of the time, but when you first cuddle he’ll try to be the big spoon because it’s just what he expects to be the normal he figures that he should act like how Dallas and the guys he sees in movies are the way he should behave with a girl because he’s never really had anyone else to base a relationship off of 

You’re the first person he comes too after being in a fight with his parents, if he’s hurt real bad you’ll always clean him up and spend the night comforting him by cuddling him and talking to get his mind off of it, though I think it might be harder for him to be touched after a fight because he’s just so nervous and shaken, but he warms up too it after a few minutes and it definitely does help him afterward.

He’s always real nervous about messing something up and you being made at him so he needs a lot of reassurance 

He’s honestly real good at comforting people himself, like when your sad he knows exactly how to comfort you and make you feel okay or at least safe.

He’s always anxious about pda but I think he does like to at least hold hands in public at I don’t think he’s all that against hugging you or laying his head on your should in front of the gang even if it means he’ll have to deal with two-bits dumb comments, dal’s taunting smirk egging him on or everyone else’s stares even if it does make him pretty nervous he’ll always accept your touch.

Johnny cares a lot for people and never wants to see those he loves hurting which is a pretty obvious fact but because of this anything that happens to you stresses him out so bad

He doesn’t like fights and it’s rare for you guys to get into one, he’s not the best at communicating but eventually will tell you if somethings bugging him before he’d ever let himself get angry about it, I don’t see you guys getting into screaming fights either, it’s possible but it has to be something really bad

If you got together before he was jumped by those socs I’d think the change of him becoming even more quiet and nervous would be the hardest to watch

He doesn’t have a lot of money pretty obviously but he does like to sneak into the drive-in and save up to take you out whenever he can because he just can’t get enough of spending time with you

Thank you for reading! My requests are open so feel free to send any you have in for Johnny!

[kissoflightning]

~It's gonna be great~ VS. ~What are words?~

[henneseyhoe]

USE ME.

Ralph angel X BLACK!PLUSSIZE!reader

WARNINGS: Sir kink, Unprotected sex(wrap it df up!), slight choking, SUB!reader, overstimulation, bondage, dirty talk, no plot, short smut smut smutty smut lol.

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I laid there still as pleasure spread throughout my body, my muscles aching worse than it would have if I went on a twenty minute run. I was sweaty, thirsty, but most importantly, wetter than water itself. "m-more" I stuttered out, the dark-skinned, naked adonis that stood before me caressing my body. He took his time as his hands made its way down to my breast, squeezing them before continuing his way down to my stomach "more? you'll listen this time?" He asked, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes, sir!" I nodded with anticipation and groaned, feeling the pressure of his thumb back on my swollen, hard clit. I arched my back and pulled at the cuffs attached to both my wrists and the headboard, the cold metal it was made from digging at my skin. The subtle pain felt nice, so nice that I moaned louder and continued to pull at the chains, my thighs clenching together tightly as my clit throbbed against his fingers. Forcing my legs back open, only for them to be spread wider than they were before, he glared at me "keep it open for me, Ma. I wanna see that pretty pussy cum when I let it"

my eyes rolled back at his nasty words. I could cum right then and there, but I knew that'd end with this whole session starting over from square one until I learned how to listen. "I wanna cum, sir" I announced, a whine lingering in my tone of voice, which made a sly smirk appear on the man's face, his golden grillz shining bright. "What did I just say? This pussy gon cum when I tell it to. And I haven't said shit yet"

I bit back my complaints to assure he'd keep playing nice with me, my bottom lip now being stuck between my teeth so no noise that could be mistaken as impatience was let out, even though that's exactly what I was. Releasing my eyes from the clench my lids held, I opened them a little, peeking up at his figure. To my surprise, he looked back at me with lust filled eyes, last time striking me with a hand to my ass when I made eye contact with him.

"You've been waiting so long to cum, I wonder what you'd do if I just left you here like this" he leaned down close to my face, my eyes traveling down to his lips, that same smirk still written all on his mug. I shook my head, getting ready to do whatever it took to finally release the pressure I had pent up inside of me for the past hour.

"Please, sir. I need it" I begged, attempting not to sound so needy, which was quite impossible in this situation. He laid a kiss on my red stained lips, residue of my own release and lipstick being stuck to the plump flesh.

I moaned into the kiss, my head almost moving closer for more before I quickly caught myself and pulled away, praying he let that slide. Gripping my thigh with one of his hands, he kissed my lips again, this time taking control. Softly sucking on my bottom lip, he pulls away and sticks his tongue out, begging to flick the tip of it over the lip he had just let go while his hands skillfully move to the leg opening of my panties, his fingers sliding in and gripping the lace before pulling, the material splitting right down the middle to leave just an opening for him that he would use well.

Without another word from him, I suddenly felt an intense pressure on my abdomen as he slowly slid inside of me, taking his time to make sure I took all of him. He groaned lowly while watching, my arousal leaving a clear, sticky coat around him, which he saw when his hips retreated, his dick now just as shiny as the golds in his mouth. "I know she been ready, and you been so patient, baby" he spoke against my lips with his hands pushing my legs up to my chest, my fists clenching. I felt nothing but inches gliding inside of me, the tip of his dick hitting the hilt of my pussy with every stroke he made.

My body felt light as a feather, as if I was floating through darkness while he thrusted inside of me at a slow, but sensual pace. One of his hands let go of my leg and threw it over his shoulder instead, that same hand feeling down my curvy body, as he gave me loving kisses across my neck and face despite the degrading words he spoke in my ear just a few minutes ago.

Creeping his hand down to my clit and rubbing it in a circular motion as I moaned out repeatedly, tears welled up and prickled my eyes, my whole being fighting the urge to let go, that task alone getting harder and harder. I could only hope that I would be strong enough to actually clock into work tomorrow after this.

"Oh— oh shit!" I shouted, my chest rising and falling quickly as he sped his thrusts up to his liking, giving me strokes that got harder by the seconds. I couldn't take much more with the way every thrust he made took away my breath, each one making me suck in air, but struggle to let it go until I shouted again.

"You wanna cum? I think my girl deserves to cum" He whispers in my ear. His words bounced around my head for what seems like hours, the man removing his other hand from my thigh and wrapping it around my throat, now drilling into me while whispering more nasty affirmations that were disguised in a sweet tone.

"please, Sir!" I begged, moaning out so loud that I was sure the neighbors heard. "Go head, baby. Get that nut. I wanna feel you cum" he sucked in air through his teeth, slowly blowing it back out against the skin of my neck. My legs began to shake vigorously and I felt my core tighten as I creamed around him with a loud, quivering moan.

"Gahdamn, baby. Fuuuck!" he cursed, slamming into me once more before quickly pulling out with a groan, his hand stroking himself as he came, the white ribbons landing on top of my aching clit.

[happy74827]

He’s Got The Fire

[Johnny Lawrence x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: To your surprise, Johnny shows up at your window unannounced, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not for kicks {GIF Creds: pilvimarja}.

WC: 2076

Category: Slight Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff

Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t started writing this franchise earlier given how it’s about equal with my love for BTTF

『••✎••』

The sun had already gone down a while ago, the air was crisp, and the sky was starry. It was the perfect evening to watch the moon rise. The wind carried a chill, and the trees were almost bare, swaying in the breeze.

With a sigh, you closed the book you had been reading and stretched your legs, looking out the window of your room. By now, everyone had been asleep for a few hours, and you worked on upcoming assignments to pass the time. But when you had gotten to your last one, you just couldn't be bothered anymore, so you set it aside.

The quietness was nice, and the light from the moon cast a blue-ish glow on everything around you. You were so calm, but there was still something that had you feeling off.

Johnny.

He was never around much lately. It wasn't surprising, but it was disheartening. Ever since that championship loss a while back, he had been training even harder, and when he wasn't training, he was out doing god-knows-what.

You understood how important Cobra Kai was to him, but the fact that he was putting everything else on the back burner really had you worried. He had a tendency to go down the wrong path and not think about the consequences until after the fact. You hoped that wasn't what was happening this time.

Pulling your knees up, you rested your head on them and looked out at the night. There was a full moon, and you wondered if Johnny had noticed. He used to love taking walks at night just to see the moon and look up at the stars.

He had changed so much since then. That fire inside of him burned so brightly that sometimes you wondered if it would burn him, too.

Sitting like that for a while, you lost track of time. It was easy to get distracted and drift away from reality when your mind wandered. It was something you were trying to work on, and you were actually doing pretty well.

Until you heard a pang on your window.

Sitting up, you looked around, wondering if a bird had flown into it, but you saw nothing. Your mind immediately went to a branch falling or something like that, and you were ready to dismiss the strange noise and go back to daydreaming.

But the pang came again, and your heart leaped in your throat. You stood and cautiously moved toward the window. At the same time, a face popped up from below, and you shrieked.

He motioned for you to open the window, along with attempts to hush you. It was a very frantic gesture, and you felt your heart rate rise. You quickly opened the window and stuck your head out.

"Johnny?!" You whispered-yelled, and he was pulling himself up. "What are you doing?"

"Shhh!" He held a finger to his lips and looked behind him, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Johnny-"

"Do you want the whole neighborhood to know I'm here? Let me in!"

You stared at him for a moment longer before helping him through the window. It didn’t go as smoothly as one would expect, like the movies, but he managed to tumble in. You stood there, arms folded, as he dusted himself off.

You haven’t seen him in so long, and the day you choose to miss him, he shows up out of nowhere. You would’ve called yourself psychic if it weren’t for the fact that Johnny always did the unexpected.

He looked… good, to say the least. The red jacket still fit him perfectly; his blonde hair was combed and fluffy, and his eyes were still focused and alert, even if his body language seemed a little sluggish.

To be honest, Johnny was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. His sharp jawline, his toned muscles, and that cocky smile of his. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way he always looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

For a while, you didn’t understand why he chose to pursue you, of all people. He could have anyone he wanted. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, and you always got nervous and shy in the presence of others.

Johnny was the opposite of you. He was outgoing, and his charisma attracted everyone to him. And the way his voice was so smooth and deep. He could be the most annoying person on the planet, but when he said your name, you would melt.

So when he asked you out, you thought it was some sort of joke. I mean, he was the hottest guy in school. And you were just… you.

But then you realized there was more to him than just the bad boy exterior. He had a sensitive side, and his vulnerability was endearing. His family was… well, a lot. His mom was nice, but she had her fair share of issues, and his stepfather was a piece of work.

It only took one date to realize the Johnny you were accustomed to wasn’t the real him. The real him was like you… except he could kick ass and had some pent-up anger issues.

And yet, here you were.

"Johnny-" You began, but he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You stood stiffly, arms at your sides.

"God, I've missed you."

That was the last thing you expected him to say. You felt your face heat up, your chest warm up, and your shoulders slumped. You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him.

"I've missed you too."

You could feel him grin against the top of your head, and he squeezed you a little tighter. He was so warm, and it made you forget the fact that he was literally climbing through your window at almost midnight.

After a minute or so, he pulled away and held your face in his hands. You were looking into those piercing blue eyes, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice a little above a whisper.

He hesitated, and that was the moment you knew something was wrong. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I, uh… I needed to see you."

You raised an eyebrow, but you didn't say anything. You were waiting for him to elaborate, but when he didn't, you sighed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the bed. You sat on the edge, and he followed.

"Johnny," You said, turning toward him and placing a hand on his knee. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just… wanted to see you."

You didn't say anything. You knew better than that. So you waited.

"Okay, okay," He sighed. "Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, but I can’t tell you why."

"That's reassuring."

"It's just… things are… well, I just needed to get away. It's nothing, I'm fine, don't worry."

You were silent. You didn't really know what to say. There was so much going on, and it was hard for you to believe him when he told you not to worry.

"Is it… Is it Sid? Your mom?"

"Just…” He shook his head and stood, rubbing the back of his neck. He started pacing, and that was when you knew he was really upset. “Just drop it, alright? Everything's fine."

“You ignored me for the past two weeks, Johnny. Something is wrong."

He stopped and glared at you, and you froze. You were taken aback by the expression on his face. He seemed frustrated and almost angry.

The look… you knew it wasn’t directed at you, but you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He was always so hot-headed and stubborn, and when his mood shifted, you had a hard time knowing what to do.

He seemed to realize his expression and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.

"Sorry, God, I'm sorry, it's not you. I'm just-" He sighed and plopped back down on the bed next to you, running his hands over his face. "I'm a fucking mess, okay? Just forget I came."

It was weird how, in certain situations, you could completely shift into a different person. You’ve seen it in movies and TV, and it was a cliche. You didn’t think it would ever happen to you.

And yet, the second you heard the words come out of his mouth, you were hit with an overwhelming urge to turn his head towards yours, grab his face in your hands, and kiss him.

So you did.

You couldn’t really tell him why you did it. It just felt like the right thing to do, and it was an impulse. You figured it was the best way to let him know that you were here and he wasn’t alone.

The second your lips met, he was leaning into you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. You could feel the passion and desperation behind the kiss, and it took you a moment to match his energy.

He was rough and intense, and he pulled away after a few moments, moving to your neck. You gasped and gripped the collar of his jacket, feeling the heat of his lips on your skin.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. And it was true. You had missed him more than you had thought. You had almost forgotten how much of a force he was to be reckoned with.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to form words, but failing. Instead, you tugged on his jacket and pulled him towards you, hoping he would get the message.

And he did.

His lips found yours again, and he was pushing you back, holding himself above you with one hand. His other was moving up your shirt, his fingers grazing your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers danced across your ribs. His lips were rough, but they moved with such grace and delicacy it was hard to keep up.

He pulled away for a moment, and you looked up at him, catching your breath. His blonde hair was messy, and his eyes were a little hooded. He looked like a mess, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You reached up and brushed his hair back, giving him a soft smile.

“Is that…” His eyes peered away from you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Do you still have that damn elephant?"

Your eyes followed his, and you spotted the elephant in question. It was a gift Johnny had given you back when things were different. Come to think of it, you weren’t even sure you were together at that point.

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked, and he chuckled. “Ozzy's special."

"You named it? What are you, ten?"

You swatted his arm, and he laughed again. His eyes found yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. It felt like old times.

"Don't make fun of him. You gave him to me."

"Yeah, whatever," He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Can't believe you kept him."

"I keep a lot of stuff, Johnny. Especially when they're meaningful."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on you. The moonlight was shining through the window and casting a shadow on his face.

"I keep a lot of things, too."

Before you could say anything, he was leaning down and kissing you again. You could tell this one was different, more meaningful, like he was pouring his heart and soul into the kiss.

And he was.

He wanted you to know how he felt about you without actually saying it. And although you weren’t really sure what was going on, you had a feeling this was what it was.

The fire inside of him was burning again, but finally, after so long, he realized that he needed to take a breather every now and then. Add some water to the flames.

It was a delicate balance. And although he may be bad at showing his feelings, talking about them, or acknowledging them, you were there to make sure he didn't lose himself in the heat.

And maybe, just maybe, the flame was a little more subdued, and the burn a little less harsh.

[mypoisonedvine]

who's a good boy? {ralph x reader}

{summary} you give ralph a very special present after his birthday party.

{word count} 7.4k

{warnings} SMUT (18+ ONLY), sub!ralph and soft dom!reader, ruined orgasm, handjob, pillow humping, oral sex f receiving, unprotected sex, titty sucking, light(?) pet play, collaring, 'puppy' pet name and 'ma'am' title, very slight/implied? foot fetish, dom/sub dynamics, fluff, angst but it all works out, mention of an arranged marriage, mention of cousin marriage (sorry guys lol), reader smokes a cigarette, reader has eldest daughter syndrome, ralph is the goodest boy, taking the "golden retriever boyfriend" trope to a whole new level

You'd had quite a time watching Ralph at his party— he was so full of energy, bouncing off the walls in between chatting with his guests and dancing to the music. You could barely keep up with him, even when he dragged you to the dancefloor to join him; "Don't you wanna dance with the birthday boy?" he winked at you, and you could hardly say no to that.

Now that you knew, it was obvious— of course Ralph had a puppy side, just look at the man scampering all around his own party like he couldn't decide what to do next! But even if it was clear to you now, you hadn't always realized it. You'd known him for years, but only had the privilege of seeing that side of him properly almost a year ago.

See, Ralph was an old friend, and when you were visiting London you typically stayed with him and his sister in their estate.  Living with someone, even as a guest, means you run the risk of catching them in a compromising situation.  

Still, you never imagined finding Ralph in your bedroom one afternoon, humping your pillow.

It was quite a sight, his hands holding on tight to the white downy cloud, his face flushed pink and his mouth parted with a gasp as he rocked his hips.  He had his trousers pulled down enough for his bare arse to be exposed to you, which made you giggle, which made him shriek and tumble off the bed in surprise.

You narrowed your eyes as you waited for him to come back out, but there was a long silence.  "Ralph?  Are you back there?" you asked gently as you stepped further into the room, shutting the door behind you.

"...No," he answered back pitifully, and you smiled as you tilted your head.

"It's okay," you promised, "I was just going to ask what you were doing in my room.  Can you stop hiding now?"

His head started to hesitantly appear from the other side of the mattress, his eyes big and wet and blinking at you quickly.  "How… how long were you standing there?" he wondered quietly.

"Long enough," you promised, and he whined.  "Will you tell me what you were doing?"

He pouted slightly as he rested his chin on your duvet.  "I was…" he sighed, shutting his eyes tight.  "I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay!" you promised.  "Can you just say it?"

"I was… rubbing myself… o-on your pillow."

The poor boy had gone beet red, poor thing.  Not that you could blame him, it was quite the situation to be caught in.  "Thank you for telling me," you offered.  "What were you doing such a silly thing for?"

"I was— well, I felt a little… strange all day," he explained.  "It's just that… being around you, sometimes I… oh, I can't help it!"

You chuckled as he crinkled up his nose with a frown.

"I just— you know that I adore you!" he continued.  "I've said as much a thousand times.  And I came here to tell you again!  But I was feeling so… a-and your pillow, it smelled just like you, it smelled like your hair, and I…"

You stepped closer to the bed, and he looked up at you before darting his eyes away again.  "What a naughty boy," you chided, hearing him whimper through his teeth.  "Is that what you do when you're feeling worked up, Ralph?  You wander about the house and hump whatever you can find, like a bad puppy?"

And that was when you knew.  Because you'd only meant it as a joke— as an apt comparison!— but his mouth fell open and he started really panting.

You smiled wide.  "Oh, you are…" you sighed.  "Come on, why don't you come out here and have a talk with me?"

"L-let me get my trousers back on—"

"That won't be necessary," you insisted firmly, and there was a pause before he hesitantly stood up and stepped closer to you.  "You're not going to bring your new friend?"

You pointed to the pillow he'd left on the floor, and he bit his lip as he stooped down and picked it up, holding it to cover himself as he approached you.  "I-I hope I haven't offended you…" he whispered.

"Not at all," you nodded.  "Unless you've stained my pillow.  Have you?"

He swallowed and looked to the side. "Erm…"

"Show me," you demanded.

He shakily turned the pillow around, and you smiled at the sight of a small wet patch by the middle.  Your stomach jumped imagining his cock leaking that onto the silk, and you dragged your finger over it.

"All because it smelled like me, huh?" you prompted, and he nodded.  

"You smell divine," he explained, "and it only made me think of how pretty you are when you sleep—"

"How would you know that?"

He froze up.  "I— well, it's— only once—"

You laughed, and he shut his mouth quickly.  "Come on, Ralphie, show me your problem."

"What?"

"Take the pillow away, let me see."

He made a face like he was going to protest, but then he was tucking the pillow under his arm and leaving his open trousers exposed— his cock red from the lack of attention, leaking all over his ginger patch of hair, curling up to his stomach and the trail following beneath his belly button.  Poor thing.

"How long have you been like this?" you asked.

"F-feels like ever since you arrived," he mumbled.  "Every time you visit, it gets like this.  I mean— of course that's not the only time.  But when I think of you… it doesn't want to go away."

"Would you like me to help?" you offered.

He looked stunned, you even saw him stop breathing, but he nodded eagerly.  "I-if you'd like to…" 

You reached forward and wrapped your hand around him at the base, and instantly he tried to rock his hips against your hand.  "No, you've gotta stay still," you ordered.

"Y-yes— I'm sorry," he sighed.  You began with slow, long strokes, watching his foreskin slide up a bit over his head and then move back down.  "Oh, your hands are so soft," he whimpered, "I knew they would be.  I knew it."

"You imagined this?" you presumed, and he nodded quickly.

"Every time I touched myself— I pretended it was you touching me.  But your hands feel so much nicer…"

You smiled a bit and stroked him faster, twisting your hand at the tip, letting his sticky fluid ease your movements.  He started to buck up into your hand a bit, but you didn't correct him this time.  "Such a needy little thing," you whispered to him, "imagining me when you're all by yourself.  It's sweet, really.  I thought of you, too."

"Really?" he gasped, and you nodded.  

"I thought you might be well-behaved.  I didn't know you were just a bad little puppy going around rubbing your cock on pillows."

He whined.  "Darling— I can't… take much more."

You grinned.  "You're going to finish already?"

"Yes," he grunted.

"Yes ma'am."

"Yes… yes, ma'am," he whined.  "Oh, please don't— don't stop!"

You did.  He didn't.

His hips rocked up into the air, into nothing, as he started to come.  It shot out of his cock and landed all over the floor— loads of it, so much it even rolled down his shaft in big white beads, soaking his dishevelled trousers.  You watched with a grin as he made such a mess of himself, eyes shut tightly and mouth open to let out his pathetically loud moans, and waited for him to come down from it.

He did, eventually, catching his breath as he looked down at how much come he'd gotten on the rug.

"Oh," he pouted, "Victoria's going to kill me, she loves this rug."

"Is this a common problem for you?  Leaving messes on the rug?" you smirked.  "Golly, you are just a bad puppy after all."

But the only way to train a bad puppy to be good is with practice.  You established some new rules that day.

First, Ralph was not permitted to touch himself anymore.  A man of his merit shouldn't be debasing himself that way regardless, but a good puppy should tell his owner when he needs to be taken care of.  Immediately, Ralph resented this rule because you only visited for a few months out of the year.  Your compromise was that he could hump as many pillows as he liked while you were gone, but never use his hand on himself— far too uncivilised, really.

Second, Ralph had to begin properly minding his manners.  Please and thank you were vital; yes ma'am and no ma'am were truly paramount.

Third, and maybe the most important, was that if he didn't like something and needed it to stop, he'd have to say 'pamplemousse'.  The actual word was his idea, because only he could come up with something that ridiculous, but the purpose of it was your idea.  You wanted him to understand that part of his training might include things that were hard for him, but that you needed to do— as such, 'no ma'am' might not always be enough to make you stop.

He'd used that word only a few times in nearly a year of these special encounters.  Once because he'd already come twice and being touched just hurt too much.  Once because you said too much about him being naughty and he got scared that you'd leave and find another puppy to play with instead.  And once just because he really needed to go to the bathroom.  Really, he was quite tough and could handle a lot, even a good spanking if he'd earned it.  Even an impulsive, desperate boy like Ralph could learn to be good, after all.

You'd visited a little more frequently ever since, usually for a month or two at a time and never more than six months between visits.  Ralph would write you letters constantly, begging you to visit again soon, asking if you'd thought of him as much as he'd thought of you, telling you about dreams he'd had or books he'd read or just about anything that had happened while you were away.

Of course, you had to visit for his 30th birthday.  He didn't quite act his age… well, he didn't at all, but he was so excited to enter a new decade of his life regardless.  I simply couldn't celebrate at all without you there, he told you in his letter, if you don't come I won't have the party at all, and Victoria will never forgive me.

Obviously, you never had any intention of missing such a special occasion.  You arrived only a week before the party, having to lock away your trunk full of birthday presents for the twins in a closet— otherwise Ralph would likely find it and open them all early.

(He got especially impatient when you'd been away for so long.  It would take a bit of training to get him back to his best behavior.)

And the night of the party, after all this planning, Ralph was like you'd never seen him before.  Jittery with nerves but beside himself with excitement— he had been basically pacing around the entire house all day, mumbling about how he should've had the party start at ten in the morning instead of seven in the evening, even though no party you'd ever heard of started so early.

He was inconsolably anxious and yet happy, and kept going on about how long he'd been waiting to see you again and how happy he was that you were here.

Of course, he made that obvious when he couldn't even make it through the entire carriage ride back from the train station without begging literally on his knees for some attention.  You only ignored him for a second before he started humping your leg, rambling about how pretty your stockings were, insisting that he'd been so good without you and just needed his reward.

He got his reward: you let him finish in his trousers and kiss your feet as an apology, until your good nature took over— then, you held his face and wiped away his tears and gave him a proper kiss on the mouth.  "Missed you, puppy," you whispered to him, and he threw his arms around you.  You held each other the rest of the ride to his estate.

As you watched him run all around his party, you were sure he would wear himself out any minute now.  Still, he seemed to have infinite energy all the way through the night, even as the guests were leaving— even once Victoria had passed out in the tea room and you had told him you were retiring for the evening any moment now.  He should, too, with how disheveled he looked— his bowtie hanging loosely around his neck, his shirt unbuttoned and cumberbund askew.

Still, you saw the little pout on his lips when you told him that you’d be going to sleep yourself soon; you chuckled quietly.  "What's the matter?" you asked.

"I… nothing," he assured, "it's nothing at all.  I had the most wonderful time— and I'm glad you could come.  You know I would've never stopped grieving if you missed such a special birthday."

"I could never miss it, Ralph," you promised, "not for the world."

You gave him a small kiss on the cheek.  "Are you really going to bed so early?" he asked.

"It's nearly three," you reminded him.

"Yes, but—" he choked.

"Let me at least get into my nightclothes, and if you're still awake, I'll call for you."

He swallowed nervously.  "Ma'am, I'll stay up for a week waiting for you."

You smiled.  "I'm sure.  Just entertain yourself for a bit, please, Ralph."

You changed from your party attire into something you could sleep in— and something you knew would make your poor puppy get all dry in the mouth right away.  Ralph liked how you looked in just about anything, but he had a couple favorites that you'd packed for the trip.

Next, you found the last present, the one you'd hidden best, and set it before you.

You listened to the silence for a second, wondering if he was still outside your room.  "Ralphiiiiee," you sang to him, and you laughed as you heard him come bounding down the hallway.

"Yes, my love?" he asked eagerly as he popped his head in the door.   His expression changed when he saw you laying on the bed, draped in your lace nightgown, the golden-wrapped box waiting in front of you and tied with a red bow.  "Is that…?"

You nodded when his massive brown eyes fell on the gift.  "Yes, Ralphie, that's for you.  I had to get you just one more present."

As if the first eight weren't enough.  "Darling," he cooed, stepping into the bedroom and sitting on the foot of the bed, "you'll spoil me."

"We both know you're already spoiled rotten, Ralphie," you grinned.

"Can I open it, please?" he asked sweetly; minding his manners so well… he hadn't always been like that, he used to struggle more with his impulsivity and even brattiness.  You were so proud to see how far he'd come, and that was what this gift was all about.  He beamed as you nodded, ripping at the paper until he could pop the lid off the paper box.

You saw his eyes water as he looked at the gift inside, a baby blue silk collar, decorated with tiny roses and a bow at the front— you figured that would look quite handsome since he wore bowties so often anyways.  Best of all, it had a dangling silver tag bearing his engraved name and a tiny little bell, too, so you'd always know where he was.

Ralph stared at it for a moment before looking at you again.  "It's really mine?" he realized.

"Of course," you smiled.  "I had it made just for you.  I want you to really be my puppy."

He was blushing and smiling shyly, batting those long eyelashes at you.  "Oh… I wanna be your puppy, too.  Love being your puppy."

"I know," you cooed.  "Wanna try it on?"

He nodded quickly, holding the box towards you.  You picked the collar up by each end, and he instantly leaned in and bared his neck for you.

It was a little tricky to buckle the back of it without looking, but his face was just too precious to look anywhere else.  "There," you announced once it was fastened, dropping your hands and leaning back to take in the full sight.  "Wow, what a handsome boy," you praised, grinning when he shyly reaching up to hold his own face.  "Wanna see how you look in your new collar, puppy?"

He all but dragged you to the vanity mirror, and you both admired his reflection quietly.  One of his hands came up to gently brush over the silk, toying with the silver engraved heart.  "Are you sure I've earned it?" he suddenly asked.

Funny question, since he'd be begging for one during your last visit— he insisted constantly that he'd been good enough, that he deserved it.  Now he seemed a little overwhelmed.  "Of course," you promised, "you're the best little puppy in the world.  Do you like it, Ralph?"

"Oh, ma'am— it's perfect," he beamed, hopping up and down just a bit.  "It's wizard!"

You laughed slightly as he spun around and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Thank you so much!" he said, a little too loud for how close he was to your ear, but you didn't mind because it just meant he was excited.  He pulled away and turned to see himself in the mirror again, fiddling with it around his neck.

"Is it too tight?" you worried.

"No!  No, I… I like feeling it," he explained, blushing a little harder.

You raised an eyebrow.  "How much do you like it?" you asked, but you didn't need him to answer with words; he watched in the mirror as your hand moved down to the front of his trousers, rubbing his erection as it grew firmer against your touch.  

"Oh, m-ma'am," he choked, "thank you…"

"No, thank you… you've been so good for me for quite a while now," you recalled.  "I wasn't sure if you could be trained, a spoiled brat like you."

He groaned through his teeth briefly.

"But you took to it so well, learned all your lessons, learned sit and stay," you remembered proudly.

"Stay is the hardest," he blurted out, and you grinned.

"Which one is the easiest?" you pressed.

"Come," he decided instantly, making you laugh softly.

"I bet you're right…"

You stopped rubbing the bulge in his pants then, making him whine slightly, but then you reached up to pet his head instead— playing with his hair that had started to fall out of its meticulous style.

"Why don't you show me how good you are?" you prompted him.  "You didn't forget anything I taught you, right?"

"No ma'am," he panted as he turned to face you and dropped to his knees— the bell jingled quietly when he did it, and you smiled.  He grasped at your thighs eagerly through the nightgown.  "I remember everything."

"Let's see it, then," you nodded.

He lifted the see-through fabric and ducked his head under it, kissing your thighs softly.  "Missed you so much," he breathed against your skin.

You felt his tongue slide up the seam of your cunt, and you fought against a shudder; he didn't tease you much, usually too eager to do anything but dive in, but he still learned to ease into it carefully when he could.

He flattened his tongue and gave you another lick, pushing deeper between your lips, and you reached down to the opening of your robe to grab his hair.

It encouraged him even more, and you moaned louder as he did it again and again.  "That's my good boy," you sighed.  "Such a good boy for me, fuck, knows exactly how to use that cute puppy tongue, huh?"

You heard (and felt) him hum softly against you, sucking on your clit while your hole throbbed for him.  Just in time, he broke the seal to stick his tongue inside you and feel it.  "D'you like it?" he asked excitedly.  "It feels like you do— am I doing good?"

"So good," you agreed with a sigh.  "You love pleasing your owner, don't you?"

"Mhm," he hummed as his eyes fell shut, lashes resting on his flushed cheeks.  He put his mouth on you again and suckled harder at your bundle of nerves; your whole body jolted when he accidentally grazed his teeth too hard over the most sensitive spot and you quickly swatted him on the head.

"Bad puppy, no biting," you scolded.

"M'sorry, m'so sorry," he slurred as he kissed all over your thighs apologetically.  "Didn't mean to, ma'am, I swear—"

"It's okay, baby, just keep going," you soothed, sighing with relief as he lapped at you again.  "See?  You're a good boy— fuck, just like that…"

He went on that way for a while, until you felt the pressure building in your gut and a heat spreading inside your channel.

You didn't want him to know how easily he could make you come now, in case it all went to his head; "Lean back, Ralphie, lemme see your new collar again," you instructed with a sigh, giving yourself a break from his perfect tongue on your bud.

He popped his head out from under the robe with a wide smile, lips a little swollen and coated in your slick.  You hooked your finger under the band and tugged at it a bit, just to feel him jolt.

"Look so pretty," you noticed with a sigh.

"Thank you, ma'am," he cooed at the praise.  "You look pretty too— I like looking at you from down here."

"I bet you do," you smirked.  "I bet your cock's real needy now, isn't it?"

He stammered but eventually nodded.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, ma'am…"

"You can rub it on my foot while you keep going, okay?" you offered.

"Th-thank you," he gasped, and you loved the way he rocked his hips to grind against your bare foot on the floor— your lip caught between your teeth as you imagined him moving that way to thrust inside you, filling you and stretching you—

"Ah, fuck," you gasped, his tongue sliding into you again.  You could feel how hard he was on the curve of your ankle, and you smiled to yourself.  "Keep tasting inside me, Ralphie, doing so good…"

He whined against you, suckling harder at your skin, nose brushing up against your mound while his eyes shut tightly.

"Just a little more," you promised, holding his head by his hair and rocking your hips against him, "mm, just a little longer, puppy…"

“Please come,” you heard him whisper against you, not stopping long enough to properly say it.  “Please, please?”

His sweet begging did help you along, but even better was the way he stuck his tongue out and just let you ride it, rubbing your clit against his wide open mouth.  He was looking up at you with those beautiful eyes, silently pleading for a taste of your pleasure, and you let go: with a groan, you tossed your head back and felt your whole body seize up for a moment— including the hand in his hair, tugging on his delicate curls.

He whined but stayed still.  “G-good boy,” you breathed, slowing down your movements as the pleasure began to subside.

When you let go of his hair, he pulled back and blinked up at you.  "Was that good, ma'am?" he asked excitedly, swallowing and panting; you nodded and he smiled.

"Really good,” you nodded.  “So good, I think you might’ve earned a treat.”

He perked up instantly.

“You want a treat, puppy?" you offered, and he nodded eagerly. 

He watched carefully as you untied your robe and let it fall to the floor, entirely nude as you laid back on the bed.

Usually, you would ride him and watch his face get all twisted up and desperate— sometimes you would bend over and let him hump you as fast and needy as he wanted, if he'd been very good.  But this was rare, laying on your back and spreading your legs for him, letting him see how well he'd eaten you out.

He stripped with preternatural speed, leaving only his collar on, and jumped up onto the bed so fast that the whole mattress bounced a couple times.  You laughed while he climbed up over you, finding his place between your legs.

"I can… I can fuck you, ma'am?" he realized with a smile.

You were hardly done nodding when he gripped his cock tight and guided it to your opening.  He pushed in right away, making you arch your back as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

"You feel so good," he breathed, leaning down over you, "I— I love you."

"I know," you smiled, "I love you, too, puppy."

"No," he whined, "s-say my name when you tell me you love me.  Please?"

"Ralph," you replied, "I love you."

"Oh," he gasped, beginning to move inside you.  He wasn’t too fast at first— which was a bit surprising, usually he got really needy and couldn’t slow down.  It seemed almost like he couldn’t take much more than this yet, like he really needed to go this slowly to ease himself into the feeling.  “Oh— I almost forgot how warm you are… s-so warm inside and… and tight…”

“Does it feel good?” you asked, redundantly.

“Yes, ma’am,” he choked, even sniffling slightly.  Sometimes he got a lot of big feelings when you let him fuck you… it wasn’t that rare at all for him to cry.  You thought it was precious.  “Y-yes, it’s so… s’good, ma’am, feels so nice…”

“Can you fuck me a little harder, puppy?” you encouraged, and he nodded, picking up his pace and hitting his hips on yours just a bit more roughly.  “Mm, that’s nice.  Do you like that, too?”

“Yeah,” he whimpered.  “Can I… can I touch your boobs?”

You snorted for a second.  “They’re breasts, Ralph.”

“R-right, can I touch them?”

You nodded, and he quickly propped himself up on one hand to grope your chest with the other.  You felt his cock flex inside you right away.  “I bet you missed those, too.”

“So much,” he sighed.  

“I missed the way you suck on them, puppy, d’you maybe wanna—?”

His mouth was already around your nipples, suckling eagerly as his eyes fell shut.  He moaned against the skin, and you felt your own walls flex as he flicked his tongue over the firm skin.  “Oh!” he smiled as he pulled back, looking up at you proudly.  “I know you liked that— your pussy gave me a hug.”

“Yeah, I did,” you nodded, “keep going.”

His lips kept a seal around the sensitive skin, his tongue lapping and swirling around emphatically.  He moved back and forth between each one as his hands kept massaging and squeezing you, cheeks hollowing while he sucked harder.

"Fuck," you groaned lowly— it felt great, but the best part was just the way he looked doing it: eyes fallen shut, so focused on his task, lips pink and pursed, jaw accentuated by his open mouth…

He stopped after a few minutes, maybe having noticed that your skin was pricking with goosebumps.  "Am I being good?" he panted.  "A-am I your… your good p-puppy?"

"Yes, baby," you sighed, clutching his arm tight.  "My good little puppy— you feel so good, keep fucking me just like that."

He whined through his teeth and did as he was told.  The metal tag on his collar was dangling right over your face as he thrusted into you, and you smiled as you reached up and toyed with it briefly with one finger.  He smiled a little when he noticed what you were doing.  "I love wearing your collar," he admitted breathlessly.  "I love being yours."

Your heart clenched, as did your walls.  "All mine, puppy?" you pressed.  "My good boy…"

He whined slightly as he dropped his face down into the crook of your neck, fucking you a little faster.  "Y-yes, ma'am, yours— m'yours… oh—"

Teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you wrapped your legs around his hips to keep him deep inside.  You could tell he was close, doing his best to hold out until you finished.

"Please," he whimpered, and you felt his hands hold your waist tighter.  "Are you close?  Please, just wanna be good for you, please come…."

You would, but maybe not fast enough for him; “S’okay, baby,” you promised, “it’s gonna be okay— look at me, puppy?”

He pulled his face out of the cave created by your shoulder and the pillow, blinking down at you with watery eyes.  You reached up and pet his face, briefly tangling your fingers into his thoroughly-mussed hair.  Your toes were curling, he was doing everything right— and your first orgasm on his face left you still sensitive— you just needed him to pick up the pace to get you there.

“Li’l faster, puppy,” you instructed, and he whimpered but obeyed; “good boy.”

The bell jingled louder above your face as he panted.  "M-ma'am, I can't— I can't—"

"Shh," you soothed, "yes you can, you can hold on a little longer.  'Cause you're my good little puppy, right?"

"Yes, but—"

"Shh," you soothed, "just keep going, I'm close—"

"I wanna be good for you, I wanna be good," he chanted breathlessly.  "I'm gonna— please let me stop!"

"Don't fucking stop," you hissed.

"But I'll— ohh," he whimpered.  "I'm not allowed to… I need to pull out."

You smiled proudly.  "That's your last present, puppy.  You can stay inside."

He didn't seem to understand right away— maybe he just couldn't believe it.  "Even when I finish?"

You nodded.  "Just because you're so good…"

"O-oh, thank you," he whined, "thank you— I— unh!"

Of course he hardly lasted a second after that, coming inside you as he clutched at the sheets by your face.  He kept rocking his hips, knocking into your most sensitive spot and sending you over the edge at the same time.  

While the pleasure was swirling in your mind and washing over your body in bright-white heat, he was still fucking into you quickly, still whining loudly above you— his hips were still moving even as tears started to stream down his face, even as the height of your ecstasy was already starting to fade.  

"Puppy, you're still going!" you noticed with a laugh.

"Y-you didn't say I could stop yet," he explained, and you sighed.

"You can stop now," you nodded, and he collapsed onto you with a whine.  "Oh, baby— you did really good…"

He shivered as you traced your fingers along the blemishless, pale expanse of his back.  "Really?" he hiccuped.

"Yes, puppy, so very good.  My good boy."

He hummed happily, if sleepily, above you.  You were impressed he still had all that energy left after his party had raged well into the night; maybe it was just that he couldn’t really rest until he knew he’d been good for you.

You both caught your breath for a moment as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.  

"Don't leave this time."

"Huh?" you mumbled

"Don't leave,” he pleaded.  “Don't go home.  Stay here all the time— the visits aren't enough anymore!"

He wasn’t usually so coherent right after an orgasm— this was normally when he was deepest in his puppy space, basically non-verbal with just little whines and smiles to offer you when you asked how he was feeling.  He liked to get cuddly and sweet and give you lots of kisses, sometimes thanking you for being so nice and letting him come.  This… was new.

Sure, asking you to stay longer, even asking you to stay forever, was well-trod territory.  But that was usually the night before you left or the day you took your carriage back to the train back to your estate far, far away.  Not right after coming with another three weeks of your visit left.  “Please,” he whined quietly into your shoulder, and you sighed.

“Ralph, you know I always have to go back home,” you breathed, “there are always things to be done.  I have my own estate to manage, my… family, my sisters and cousins— my great aunt, she needs to be taken care of, too.  Not just you.”

“But you love me,” he whimpered, and you stroked his back soothingly.

“I do,” you hummed.  “I love you very much.  But for all the reasons you can’t come back with me to my home, I can’t stay here in yours.”

"Can't we just get married?"

Your throat caught.  No, it wasn’t the first time he’d asked.  He admitted not too long ago that he’d wanted to ask for your hand as soon as he met you, but Victoria told him not to— she must’ve known you were in no position to say yes.  “Well—”

“Before you say no again,” he begged, popping his head back up to look at you properly, “just think of how nice it would be!  It would be like this all the time—”

“We’d argue, sometimes,” you interjected.

“And I’m already yours forever,” he explained, “so we might as well—”

“Ralph,” you said sternly, making him clamp his mouth shut and look at you sadly.  “Get off of me and go wash yourself.”

“D-don’t make me leave yet,” he pleaded, but you only gave him a stern look.

Disappointed, almost pouting, Ralph pulled out of you carefully and found some undergarments to put back on; you, meanwhile, slipped on your robe again and lit a cigarette, taking deep breaths through it as you admired the way he sat at the foot of the bed, in only his underwear and brand new collar.  “You look quite handsome, darling,” you told him, but he only glanced at you for a moment.

“I just don’t understand why we can’t marry,” he sighed, “if you really love me.”

You didn’t realize he was still on that.  “Because things are expected of me,” you explained, “my family… they’re very traditional.  I’ve known who I’m supposed to marry since I was a little girl.”

Ralph looked at you, over his shoulder, eyes getting redder.  “You’re promised to someone?”

You nodded.

“Dare I ask whom?”

You felt your face get a little warmer— it was sort of embarrassing to admit.  “Well, I think you know I have a distant cousin with a large inheritance?”

Ralph scoffed as he looked back down into his lap.  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I knew it would upset you,” you explained, “I hoped maybe you’d heard— it’s no secret.”

“No secret?  You let me believe we could be together!” he snapped.

“Watch your tone,” you warned him.

“No!” he yelped standing up.  “I just want to be with you!  N-nothing else has ever made me feel as right as being with you, and you’re going to go marry someone else?  What of me then— I’ll be your, your… mistress?!”

You sighed.  “You’ll find someone else, Ralph.  Anyone should be so lucky to have you—”

“I hate you!” he shouted suddenly, reaching up behind his neck to try to unbuckle the collar.  “Why would you give me this?!”

You sat up, reaching out to try to stop him, but he jumped up and away from you.

“You were lying to me,” he sobbed, “you said you really loved me— you lied!”

He finally managed to get the collar off, throwing it onto the ground and storming out of your room.

You wondered if you should chase after him, or let him have his tantrum and talk in the morning.  Then you remembered that, technically, it was still his birthday.  Or at the very least, it was only a few hours since his birthday ended; you really hadn’t wanted to tell him today, but he was always asking about marriage and commitment, about more than just these occasional visits.  He was bound to find out one way or another.

You sighed, a cloud of smoke rising to the ceiling.  You really shouldn’t have let him find out on his birthday, though…

Putting out the cigarette on a jade ashtray, you got up (finding your legs a little more wobbly than you expected) and stepped out into the hallway.  Ralph was still marching down it defiantly.

“C’mon, Ralph, you can’t go out in just your pants—” you called after him.

“Leave me alone,” he ordered sharply, swinging a door open and slamming it behind him.

You followed him out into the garden, ignoring your own bare-footedness, the cold sod thankfully dry under your soles; he stood facing away from you, arms crossed, staring up at the moon and looking, well… completely ridiculous.  He was almost entirely nude and it was foggy and unpleasant out (not exactly uncharacteristic of London); “Ralphie,” you cooed quietly, and he just sniffled and dropped his head.  “Look at me, please?  I’m sorry.  I should’ve told you from the start.”

He shook his head.  “Wouldn’t’ve made a difference.”

You said nothing, crossing your own arms to cover yourself from the slight evening breeze.

“I can’t change how I feel about you.  It never would’ve been any different, even if I knew.  I would have fallen for you just the same.”

Letting out a long sigh, you nearly got the wind knocked out of you when he spun and snatched you into a tight hug.  “Ralph—” you choked, but he paid no mind to your asphyxiation.

He clung tightly onto the fabric by your waist, dropping his head onto your shoulder and soaking it with his tears.  “We’re supposed to be together,” he insisted, “I know we are.  I know it’s supposed to be you and I— I wanna be your husband, an’ your puppy, and… and anything you want me to be.”

You reached up to wrap your arms around his back.  He stepped closer to you, pressing his whole body against yours. 

“I love you so much,” he whispered.  “You can’t go— you have to stay.”

“I wish that I could,” you replied, “truly.  But I can’t let my family down.”

“If they really cared for you,” he said quietly, “they’d let you love who you wanted.”

You nodded, knowing that was true, but also knowing that you couldn’t let it make a difference.  For a long time, you kept yourself from feeling the way you feel now about Ralph— because you knew it would hold you back and keep you from doing all that must be done.

“You take care of everybody else,” he announced suddenly, pulling back from the embrace just enough to rest his hand on your face.  “Isn’t that so sad?  You take care of everyone— your sisters and your aunt and even me— but who will take care of you?”

Actually, it wasn’t the first time that Ralph was shockingly insightful; he had his head in the clouds most of the time, so in those rare moments where he randomly blurted out something suddenly thoughtful, it threw everyone off. You knew how smart and intuitive he could be, but even still, you never expected him to say something so flippantly that cut right to your core.

“The man you’re supposed to marry— your cousin, I haven’t even begun to address that,” he frowned, “will he?  Take care of you, I mean.  Because I think maybe I could… live with it.  I could never love someone else, but maybe I could let you go on your way, if I knew he would take care of you better than I could.”

You blinked quickly, staring down at the ground, at your bare feet between his in the garden’s grass— the moonlight making their dark green hue look almost blue-ish.  

“Tell me that he will,” he breathed, suddenly grabbing your face with both his hands and pulling it up to look at him and his wide, wild eyes.  “Tell me that he’ll be good to you or tell me that you’ll stay and be my wife.”

“I… I don’t,” you whispered, searching for words and only finding pesky emotions.  “I don’t even think I’d know where to start, being taken care of.”

He smiled wide as he clutched your face, squishing your cheeks, and you scrunched up your nose and tried to writhe away.

“Ralphie, c’mon,” you pouted, breaking out of his embrace, only for him to grab you and hug you tighter again.

“Let me try,” he pleaded, voice soft yet… hopeful.  “Let me try, love, I’ll teach you how.  R’member what you said to me when I first told you that I loved you?”

Can’t help it, he’d hiccuped after another scolding for naughtiness, jus’ love you too much.

All right, you’d replied, but you need to behave.

Dunno how…

And you’d pet him on the head to help him calm down a bit.  I’ll take care of you, puppy.  I’ll teach you how to behave.  

“I remember,” you sighed.

“I wanna take care of you, too,” Ralph insisted.  “I know I’m not s-strong, or… all that masculine, I suppose.  But I love you so much that I think I could do anything.”

You didn’t notice that you were crying until he started to kiss all over your face, kissing your tears away, too.  You giggled and gently pushed on his bare chest to try to escape from the onslaught of affection.

“I think I could be anything!” he announced excitedly, clutching your shoulders as he stood up straight and looked at you.  “I could even be the man you need.  If you just tell me who he is.”

You smiled and brushed one of his tears, left behind in a stripe along his cheek from his outburst, away with your fingers.  “You’re already right here, Ralph.”

He pulled you into a kiss— not desperate, not needy, just warm and soft and all-encompassing.  You draped your arms around his shoulders, humming into it, feeling this bizarre-but-lovely sort of feeling in your chest.  Optimism, maybe?  This was all very new to you.  “Say yes, then,” he mumbled against your lips.  “Say you’ll let me marry you.”

You nodded; you could hardly believe it yourself, but you nodded.

“No, say it,” he insisted, and you broke away from the kiss just far enough to reply.

“I’ll marry you,” you agreed.  He smiled wide and did a happy little jump, quickly pecking you on the cheek again.

“I’m gonna make you so happy, darling, n’take such good care of you,” he promised, “really— you won’t regret it.”

“I’m sure,” you smiled, letting him hug you tight and jostle you around for a moment.  “Okay!  Settle down, now…”

“How could I?  This is the best birthday ever!”

He made you laugh again by showering you in more kisses, on your face and neck and shoulders, mumbling all his promises to do everything he could to be the best husband who ever lived.  It was extravagant, but Ralph wasn’t an especially subtle guy— nor a realistic one.

“I’ll adore you constantly,” he promised between pecks along your jaw, “and— and I’ll buy you whatever you like—”

“That doesn’t matter,” you rolled your eyes, but your stomach was all jittery with excitement anyways.

“I’ll never let anything hurt you,” he went on, and somehow you really felt that you believed him, even if your quieting cynical side swore that those sorts of dreams just don’t come true.  “And we’re going to be so happy— I swear, darling, the happiest people who ever lived.”

You opened your mouth to disagree, to try to keep the both of you from getting your hopes up, but he captured it in another long kiss; by the time it was over, you’d forgotten what you were going to say.  “I love you,” you said instead.

“Love you more,” he cooed as he pecked you on the nose, though he shivered as another gust of breeze shook the shrubberies and tickled his delicate skin.  “Can we go back in now?” he asked with a pout.  “It’s so cold.”

“You’re naked,” you reminded him.

“And I’m cold!” he whined.  “I wanna put my collar back on.”

“Won’t do much for the cold,” you warned, the two of you walking hand-in-hand back to the house.

“No, it won’t,” he agreed, “neither will that ring I bought when you first came to visit us.  But you’ll have to put that on, too.”

[parkermunson]

ralph's favorite birthday tradition is the birthday spanking. subby little baby loves crawling over your lap for his birthday smacks. don't forget the one to grow on.

Mi amor, you're reading my mind!!!!

He'd be so excited for his birthday "present" that he's practically vibrating throughout the party. He's waiting on the bed when you finally wave off the last person out the door, he couldn't even bother to wait. When you get to the room, his pants are already thrown off and his leg is bouncing with excitement. You sit on the bed, and wait patiently while he gets comfortable over your lap.

The first slap is always a shock to both of you. You didn't hit hard enough, not the way he likes. It's so light that he actually begs you to go harder. Each spank is answered with a count from, choked but still intertwined with a moan. His cock is throbbing on your thigh and you notice he's rutting against you a little so you spank him with a forceful slap that leaves a red handprint on his cheek. He stills his hips as a tear escapes his lashline.

He awaits every new birthday, just because it means one more spank.

Send me Joe hc's for his bday!

[bubblegumflavor]

..or the adventures of Dancer!Daniel in New York! ^^v

(This was planned to be finished three chapters ago (a chapter 10 cover) but all the Christmas and New Years art got in the way, then I forgot about it, but now I finally finished it. <3)

[todayontumblr]

the king and queen of NYC

[cissyenthusiast010155]

For Barbara Howard could I request a late night date night, after work that turns into a smutty stress relief

Overworked and Underfucked ~Stressed!Barbara Howard xFem Stressed!Wife!Reader

Summary— Read Request. AU where Gerald (Barb’s husband) doesn’t exist. Anon Response— Hello anon!! Thank you for the request! With season 3 of Abbott elementary coming out, this is so fitting. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, oral sex (eating out), fingering, clit stimulation, stress relief, stress fucking, swearing, implied alcohol consumption, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Both you and Barbara made work your lives. You were both passionate about what you did, just as passionate as you were about each other. But work took a toll. Especially on the amount of time the two of you could spend together.

Tonight was the first night that you’d had a date night planned in months, one that was looking like it would not fall through as all the past dinners had. It was late, pitch black outside, but you and Barbara couldn’t care less.

Your arm was linked in Barbara’s, as you two walked from your parked car to the classy restaurant. You had managed to make reservations at the Italian restaurant in town that you and Barbara had gone to for your first date together. Barbara had been buzzing all day, excited to finally have time with her wife.

You got seated by your waiter once in the restaurant, starting to look at the menus.

“They seem to have changed the menu since we were last here…” Barbara observed with a hum past her menu and over to you.

You agreed with a hum and you two began talking. But it seemed that no matter what you two discussed, the conversations always went back to work for both of you.

You eventually ordered your meals and some wine. You both had been working so hard, and the last thing either one wanted to discuss was work. Your food came and you began eating.

You sighed, putting your fork down.

“Barb… I’m going to be honest. As much as I’ve been pushing for a date night, we can’t seem to talk about anything that isn’t our work… so let’s skip the talk. Im not hungry for any real food anyhow, I’m aching to taste you…” you said the last bit under your breath and in a low and sultry tone.

Barbara nearly choked on her pasta. But she quickly washed it down with the rest of her wine, putting her napkin and fork away with a quick nod.

“Alright…” She breathed out, her cheeks slightly flushed from your admission.

Barbara was trying to act composed, as she always did. Her tone was normal. But it was the little things that gave her away… the way she fidgeted as the waiter left to go get you some to-go boxes… the way her gaze fluttered from your lips to your tits to your gaze over and over again… the way she scurried to pack up all the food in the to-go boxes… and the way she practically dragged you out of the restaurant…

You made it all the way to the park car, before Barbara’s hands tugged you by your coat collar, smashing her lips into yours. Normally, her kisses were slow and chaste, sometimes longer if no one was looking. But tonight , her lips were aggressively passionate, nipping at your bottom lip before sliding her tongue into your mouth.

You both pulled away after a couple minutes, completely breathless and flushed.

“Damn Barbara! What has gotten into you?” You chuckled, leaning over slightly and trying to still catch your breath.

“You started it…” Barbara mumbled, before quickly unlocking the car and shuffling you into the passenger seat.

You usually drove her, but tonight Barbara insisted. She was probably speeding most of the way home, but you didn’t care. All you could imagine was your wife. Fully exposed, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream, hand in your hair, as your mouth took her to heaven…

The second she parked the car, you both scrambled to the front door. Within a split second of the door being closed, Barbara crashed back into you, her lips on your once more. Your hands pulled her impossibly close around her shoulders and neck. You guided the woman to your shared bedroom. The door to your bedroom shut behind you, and your body’s entangled into one.

“Haven’t touched you in so long… haven’t been touched…” Barbara murmured into your lips.

Her fingers ran along your coat, then going to remove it. You happily complied, and within minutes, the two of you were completely stripped of all your clothing.

“I know, I know, you’ve been so stressed…” you hum, “Why don’t you lay back on the bed and let me taste you, hmmm my love…?”

Barbara bit her lip and her eyes widened, as she nodded eagerly. The woman fell onto the bed and leaned against the head board, spreading your legs for you. You crawled onto the bed, slotting yourself in between her legs. The poor woman’s pussy was dripping and aching for some lovin’, and who were you to deny your love…?

You used your fingers to spread her pretty pussy lips, then using your tongue to lick a long stripe from her entrance to her clit. Barbara shivered beneath you, immediately tangling one hand into your hair and using it to push you further into her cunt. You took her silent pleading, diving straight into the woman’s glistening pussy. Your tongue lapped away at her folds, before dipping in and out of her core.

Barbara let out a string of breathy expletives, the kind of words which you only ever heard when the two of you were intimate. Her other hand was buried in the pillows on the bed to her left, clutching onto the bed spread tight. The woman’s head lolled back and her eyes were screwed shut tight. She was so wound up that it only took your tongue for her to cum for the first time that night.

Barbara came with shaking legs and a back arching, blissful disposition. She dropped back onto the bed after her relief, leaving the woman panting and writhing underneath you. You finally pulled away after sucking her pussy clean of any juices, making your way up to Barbara and giving her another deep kiss.

Your and her hands flew to one another’s faces, caressing each other and groaning in delight. After what seemed to be not long enough, you both pulled away in breathless gasps.

“Dear Lord how I needed that…” Barbara breathed out with a chuckle.

You chuckled lightly, as one of your hands wandered down the woman’s frame. Your digits found purchase in between Barb’s legs, where her pussy was freshly aroused, wet and aching once more. Barbara’s breath hitched as your fingers trailed through her folds, spreading her arousal up and around her clit.

“It seems as if we haven’t worked all of your stress out quite yet…” you hum lustfully, eyeing the woman suggestively.

Barbara’s hands grip your shoulder and sides, and her eyes widen as you sink two fingers into her fluttering core. Her mouth goes open in a silent scream as her eyes flutter closed once more.

“Dear G— OhHHhhh Y/N… D-don’t ssstop—” Barbara moaned, her hips jolting up to grind against your hand.

You chuckled, giving the woman a kiss of her forehead, not stopping your administrations.

“Oh I won’t, baby… Not until every ounce of stress is gone from this pretty face… and that precious pussy…” you lustfully cooed, crooking your fingers inside her to punctuate your words.

~~~

Barbara Howard Masterlist

[jaidens]

Hopelessly Devoted (To You) - D.L.

pairing[s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning[s] : none

a/n[s] : hi! if i made any mistakes tell me please! <3 also writing for unpopular fandoms is fun lol.

wc : 1,107

Daniel was your best friend. He had protected you whenever your ex-boyfriend got angry, finding out that you were not into him anymore. This ended up in Daniel, leaving a black eye and a bloody nose. After the fight, you helped him and brought him to your convertible. You opened the door and sat him in the passenger seat with a napkin held to his cut, temporarily stopping the blood.

You drove to your house as he held a napkin to the cut on his face. You put the radio on to take over the silence wrapping around each other. You sang quietly and tapped your wheel on your driveway.

You opened the door and helped Daniel out of the car and held his waist, and his arm was wrapped around your shoulder. His cologne took over these senses as you pulled him into your house. You let him go grab stuff from your medicine cabinet as he walked to your bedroom and sat on your bed. He admired your room, running his hand down your comforter.

You anxiously ran into your room and shut the door softly, your hands filled with medicine, and things to help with the cuts on his face. You sat on your bed in a cris-cross position and wet the cotton pad with an antiseptic to begin running over the open wounds. You padded it to the cut above his eyebrow, and he stared at you with a look of appreciation. It was comfortable tranquility, as the only thing heard was the crickets outside, the passing cars, and your soft breathing as you concentrated on the Jersey boy in front of you.

That is when you realized that you were in love with Daniel. His brown eyes were half-lidded, and his cut lip was pouted. He smiled at you and said, “What I got somethin’ on my face?” You smiled and shook your head, “No I jjustcan't believe you did that for me. Thank you. Really.”

He quickly closed his eyes when the antiseptic touched his cut lips, and hissed in a breath. You let out a soft apology and take it off your lip. “It’s alright. I swear. It just stung.” You put the pad to the side to bandage his cut with a butterfly stitch and pull it away from his face. “Your lip is a gonna take, maybe a week to heal. Just be careful okay?” You tell him before getting up to throw away all your pads and put the antiseptic away. He nods yat ou and smiles.

Once you put everything away, you returned to the room. He stares at you before asking, “How did you know how to do all of that?” You sit down next to him and fall into your bed and huff. “One of my family members is a nurse. They taught me after one of my cousins got hurt real bad. They wanted us to be all safe so we were taught how to stitch things up.” You explained that he had watched your face. “Oh wow, Ma’ usually cleans me up. She would get mad if she saw what I looked like right now. Speaking of her, I should call her.” He speaks.

You point him to your telephone that sits on your side table, and he punches in his house phone number, and it begins to ring. He sits on the call with his mom, explaining how he is staying the night at a friend's house, he will go to school with such a friend tomorrow morning. He mumbles her about how he loves her. You hear a thick accent telling him to speak up, and he does, finally saying “I love you Ma. Goodnight.” You smiled at him, domestically, making your body tingle.

You're in love. With your best friend. The beautiful, handsome, strong, and hilarious Daniel Larusso. You cannot blame yourself, and many girls begin their affection for him. You were definitely not the only one.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He states Before you realize that you have been zoned out on him. Thinking about him. You catch yourself and look away, going to stare at the many romance movie posters you have staples on your wall. Olivia Newton-John staring back at you. “Nothing. I just blanked out and didn't realize where I was looking.” He turned around on your bed, kicked his conversation off the floor, and began lying on your bed.

You begin and turn your head to look at him and he turns as well; staring into your eyes, “Why did you do that for me? Truly. Like, why did you get your ass kicked for me?” You question him before he blows out air.

“Well, I mean, I felt like I had to. You are my best friend, and I think it is my duty to make sure you are safe. And, gosh, watching that dick try and grab you made me angry. I'll always protect you.” He turned to look up at the ceiling and his hands on his chest as you continued staring at him.

He looks at you and you gain eye contact. You put your hand on his face gently and pull your lips together. You can feel that your hand touches your waist softly. You pull away and let out your breath. “I think.. I think I love you anniously. And I do not know what to do. You're my best friend.” You admitted. All of your feelings began to pool in your chest, threatening to come out if they were not let out. “You’re so kind to me. How could I not love you? You are the best guy ever. So many people would agree.” It comes pouring out your hold onto him and feels so close to you.

“If it helps, I've loved you too. I remember seeing you and thinking you were the prettiest girl I've ever seen.” The patient mumbled into your shoulder. You laid him further into him. “Does this mean we're dating now?” Daniel always tries to make light of things, which is what he is doing now. You take your head out of his chest and place your lips once again. “Yes. Definitely yes.” You told him to lie down after going back.

You woke up the next morning, sunlight pouring through your window and laying on Daniel's warm skin. You admired him for some time as he slept. You were so lucky. Maybe you can now officially understand Mrs. Olivia Newton-John when she sings about being hopelessly devoted. Now, you have your boy to be devoted to. Hopelessly, devoted.