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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 | 𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡 (𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬) 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: at ralph’s birthday party, you feel the need to apologize for what you’ve done.ralph, meanwhile, has a question to ask you. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ralph (timewasters, 2017) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none! cuteness with ralph, maybe kissing? if that’s a warning? 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is so short i’m sorry but it’s fine (also the surname penbury is courtesy of @mypoisonedvine hehe thanks jd <;3)

“Don’t you think you’re a little mean to Ralph sometimes?” you asked, looking down into your glass of champagne. The party was raging all around you, the jazz quartet having moved into some slower songs after the fun of their first song, and Victoria had dragged you to sit and gossip about the “drippy” musician that she planned on asking to dance.

Of course, this wasn’t the first time you had ever posed the question to Victoria. You had known Lady Victoria Penbury since you were in nappies together, and you had known Lord Ralph for just as long— Ralph had a habit of trailing after his twin like a lost puppy, and, while Victoria had always treated her brother as a brother, teasing him and all, since moving into adulthood, her teasing had become more than that.

“What do you mean?” Victoria asked, her pencil-thin eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “He’s Ralph.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” you said. “You talk over him all the time, you dismiss him constantly; he doesn’t deserve that.”

“And since when do you care?” Victoria asked. “You’ve done it too.”

“I used to,” you corrected her. “And I feel bad about it. But he’s your brother, you should treat him better.”

“Why do you suddenly care about how I talk to Ralph?” Victoria asked.

“Because it’s his birthday too,” you said, gesturing across the room to him. “And he’s sitting all alone over there.”

“If you’re so concerned about him, you go over to him,” Victoria told you, lifting her nose up. “Go apologize for the way we’ve treated him.”

“I was never as bad as you,” you said, gritting your teeth. “At least I act like I actually care about Ralph.”

With that, you got up from the table, gathering your purse in your hand, and you scowled once more at Victoria before taking yourself across the room to where Ralph sat all alone, nursing a glass of champagne. He looked pitiful, although Ralph often looked pitiful, his big eyes wet and owlish and his shoulders slunk in on himself. You knew that Ralph had the capacity to be lively, and seeing him look so forlorn only tugged on your heartstrings.

“Hi,” you said gently, and he looked at you with his doe eyes. God, he really was gorgeous, especially in the multicolored suit jacket that he wore. His hair was slicked back, small fashionable waves sculpted, and you watched his entire demeanor change at the sight of you.

Ralph straightened up, a smile breaking on his face, and he cheered your name. “How are you?” he asked, and he gestured at the empty chair next to him for you to sit. The beads on your dress lightly clacked as you sat, and Ralph looked like he couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled. “How are you, though, Ralph? You look… Sad.”

Ralph shrugged. “I’m merely gathering energy,” he told you. “For the next dance! Would you dance with me?”

“Of course I will,” you told him, but you struggled to swallow. “Ralph, I wanted to come here to say, um… I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Ralph asked, his eyebrows furrowing, much like his sister; for twins, they didn’t look anything alike, but often they had the exact same expressions and mannerisms. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“But I have, though,” you protested. “I’m so… I’ve been so mean to you. I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.”

“You haven’t been mean,” Ralph said. He played with his tie, his fingers lightly stroking the silken fabric, and you sighed heavily. He was anxious and uncomfortable, you could tell, and you reached out and took his hand.

“Yes, I have,” you told him. “I-I’m rude to you all the time, I never listen to you, I feel proper terrible about the way I’ve treated you these past few years. And here we are, your birthday party, and you’re all alone. If I’ve done anything to hurt you, please, let me apologize.”

Ralph was quiet, his chest heaving as he sighed, and he mumbled, “You’ve done nothing bad to me. Victoria is your friend, and I, her little brother. If anything, treating your friend’s little brother like dirt is common, and you’ve not nearly gotten there yet.”

“Ralph, you realize how bad that is, right?” you told him, holding his hand tightly. “I’m sorry for treating you that way. I-I feel awful.”

Ralph was quiet for a moment, obviously thinking, and he took his bottom lip between his teeth. “Dance with me now,” he said simply.

“Dance with you?” you repeated. “Why?”

“Because I want to dance, there’s a good song playing, and I have nobody to dance with,” Ralph told you. Then, grinning, he added, “You promised me. And it’ll help me accept your apology quicker.”

“Oh, so you’re manipulating me?” you asked with a light laugh, and Ralph nodded quickly.

“It’s what I do best,” Ralph told you, and you were glad to see his smile back. Ralph was a typically happy guy, always giddy and smiling, and you loved to see it. Truthfully, if you could find it in yourself to admit it, you loved to see Ralph.

He was such great fun, always chattering away or playing his ukulele, and, over the years, you had grown a fondness for the slightly younger Penbury sibling. He was a handsome man, those big eyes and pink lips and sweet smile, and his chirpy happiness was intoxicating; that is, when Victoria wasn’t dissing him. There might have been a time when you would have said that you had a crush on Ralph, but, now, as adults, you had locked those feelings away.

Ralph stood from his chair, his hand still in yours, and he pulled you to the middle of the dance floor, his shoes making an odd tapping noise as he walked. “Are you…” you started with a giggle, and Ralph’s smile grew. “Are you wearing tap shoes?”

“Yes!” Ralph exclaimed. “Aren’t they wizard?” His face fell for a moment, almost as if he expected you to interrupt him or shout his name to get him to quiet down, and your heart hurt.

“They are wizard,” you told him. “Exceptionally wizard, Ralph.”

“A-And my hair?” Ralph asked next, his hand drifting up to lightly touch the finger waves in his hair.

“Handsome, as always,” you said, and that cute smile spread across his lips again. One of his hands came down then to touch your waist, the other capturing your free hand, and you laughed at the tap-tap-tap of his shoes as he stepped to dance with you.

“You look beautiful,” Ralph told you, and, when you looked up at his face, you were mesmerized by those eyes of his. If you were just a little drunk, you might have even tried to kiss him. You felt the pull in your belly, but your confidence is what you lacked. You didn’t care what Victoria thought, or any of your other socialite friends— you were terrified of Ralph. Sweet Ralph scared the hell out of you. If you kissed him and he rejected you, you had no idea what you would do with yourself.

“Thank you,” you told him anyway, and you clenched your back teeth to keep in any confessions of admiration.

Ralph, it seemed, had other ideas. A moment passed, those big eyes fixed on your face, and he whispered, “Please don’t hate me.”

“Why would I—“ you started, but Ralph leaned forward before you could finish your question, and he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was objectively simple, nothing more than his mouth meeting yours, but fireworks exploded in your chest all the same. Ralph was kissing you, and you loved it.

The kiss broke, and you couldn’t control the warm flush that invaded your cheeks. Ralph gave you a shy smile, and he said, “Do you hate me?”

“I could never,” you told him, and your hand lifted from his and fell to the back of his neck, and you kissed him again. You could almost feel Victoria’s beady eyes lock on you as you kissed Ralph, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything; only Ralph.

Ralph said your name against your mouth, and you pulled away from him with hopeful eyes. “I…” he started. “I wanted to… I have a question for you.”

“Anything, Ralph,” you told him, your eyes softening at him. “What is it?”

“I’ve wanted to ask you for years,” Ralph confessed, and your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. He smiled at your simple affections, and he cleared his throat, like he was nervous. “But do you… I…”

“”Ralph?” you asked gently, cradling Ralph’s cheek in your hand. He nuzzled his face into your hand for a moment, his eyes closed as he breathed, and he finally opened his eyes and looked down at you.

“Marry me.”

“Ralph,” you gasped, and your heart sank into your stomach. “Oh, darling, I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Ralph asked. “We’ve known each other our whole lives, and I love you, and I know that you love me too. You don’t have to tell me, because I know.”

You liked how Ralph just seemed to know, that you didn’t need to tell him anything. Despite him knowing, though, you needed to tell him. “I do love you,” you confessed. “I think I always have. But we can’t just get married, darling, there are things we need to do first.”

“Like what?” Ralph asked quickly. “I’ll do them. Anything to be yours.”

You took a deep breath, and you mumbled, “At least take me on a date first before you marry me.”

“I’ll do it,” Ralph told you. “What else?”

“Ralph, darling, it’s just not how things are done,” you uttered. Despite everything, you stayed in his arms, and you leaned forward and touched your cheek to his chest. You could feel his heartbeat under his jacket, quick like a rabbit’s, and you added, “I need a ring, and we’re not even courting. I adore the thought, I do, but we can’t just get married.”

“Says who?” Ralph asked. “I’ve loved you since we were little. And, knowing how you feel, it only makes me more anxious to start my life with you.”

“You have a life—” you started, but Ralph cut you off.

“Do I?” Ralph asked. “Trailing after my sister is not a life. My life means nothing without you, my love. You bring me meaning and happiness.”

“You do the same for me,” you said softly, and you looked up at his face. “I… Alright, Ralph. I’ll tell you what: I’ll marry you tomorrow if you want, but you have to tell Victoria.”

Ralph pouted, and it made you smile. “Must I?” he asked, like the tortured little brother that he was.

“It’s like you said,” you told him. “If you’ve known me your whole life, so has your sister. Tell her that you intend to marry me tomorrow.”

Ralph looked over his shoulder to Victoria, who was, as you had suspected, staring right at you. “One more kiss before the dragon breathes fire and slays me?” he mumbled as he turned back to you, and you giggled.

“Of course, my darling,” you whispered, and Ralph leaned down to kiss you one more time.

#ralph timewasters #ralph penbury #ralph timewasters x reader #ralph penbury x reader #timewasters 2017 #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #*my writing

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years

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imagine taking ralph’s virginity, baby boy would be an absolute mess and couldn’t believe that it’s happening. he’d just be amazed and so overwhelmed with love for you

please. (also this is not historically accurate obviously ladkfkaj)

he would hold your hips as you sunk down on his cock, your back arching, pert nipples in the air as you moan softly, his hands squeazing your hips.

he thinks you are a true goddess.

so, incredibly beautiful.

and!! he would be so so loud and vocal!! immediately when you move your hips, he's all flustered and squirmy, and he can't believe this is happening.

especially with you.

"c-can't believe th-this," he'd muster out, whining and bucking his hips into your warm cunt as you whimper, sighing and leaning forward to catch his lips in a sloppy kiss, rumbles of your moans exchanged with his cries as the candle light highlights your features. you can see him shaking as you drag your hips up and down, rocking your hips on his. "i-i love y-you--an'-!!" you shush him, whimpering softly when you gently grab onto his hair, guiding him to your breasts as he greedily sucks on the skin.

his balls are filled with milky cum as your ass slaps against them--your right hand coming down to his pelvis to drag over a sensitive spot, and he whines out your name in the result of it, tears dripping from his lashes.

"feel so good, ralphie," you'd whisper, giggling hungrily when you feel the bulbous head of his cock drag against your inner walls, twitching. your swollen clit drags along the fuzzy hair of his pubic area as begin to bounce on him, and ralph just can't take it!!

poor thing comes way too quickly but you don't mind when he's fucking up into you like an animal in heat, panting and crying--grunts, whimpers, whines, moans--you name it--spewing from his mouth as he praises you.

"y-you, i-!" he can barely get a word out, the blissfullness of his orgasm rocking through his whole body. "s-so beautiful, so--my--i can't--"

you moan loudly when he fucks up faster into your cunt, small "uh"'s leaving your lips as he finishes himself off.

and of course, he apologizes for finishing so quickly. he felt so emotional when he finished that you just kiss his forehead running your fingers through his hair and telling him that he did a perfect job.

and thennn he begs you to let him finish you off as well.

which of course, you let him; guiding him through everything until you cum on his tongue and he desperately laps it up, dragging his hardened cock on the mattress as you tug on his hair. <333

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pollenallergie · 5 months

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the favourite

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Description: Ralph checks in on his favourite maid.

A/N: as always, all credit for Ralph’s canon surname goes to @mypoisonedvine!! <3

CW/TW: nothing to see here, just good ole fashion comfort fic. some brief mentions of vomiting/stomach issues, but that’s all. just good ole wholesome fluff. reader is referred to as a woman, and she/her pronouns are occasionally used to refer to her… i’m sorryyyy i really meant to make this more gender-neutral, but there was some wording that sounded really clunky when written to be gender neutral, and i couldn’t find out how to get around it, so i caved. i’m sorry :/

Ralph paces outside the maids’ quarters, fretting about what sort of state you must be in. He’s not seen you all day, and that, in and of itself, is quite unusual.

From the moment he’d noticed that you were missing at breakfast, he’d begun to worry. However, his anxiety only increased tenfold when he’d overheard a couple of the other servants discussing how you’d fallen ill in the late, late hours of last night. Now that Ralph knows the true reason for your sudden absence, he debates whether he should pay a visit to the maids’ quarters to check in on you.

On the one hand, he cares for you deeply, probably more than a man should care about one of his maids, and wants to support you in your time of need. However, on the other hand, Ralph is quite squeamish and he worries that he will not be able to handle seeing you in such a compromised state. Or, rather, he fears that any reaction he may have to your sickly plight will only make things worse for you.

“Ralph,” his sister, Victoria, shouts from the other room, “Would you stop pacing? I can hear your feet pitter-pattering, it’s driving me mad! And you’re creating a draft,” she scolds him harshly.

“R-right, of course,” he stutters, now forced to make a choice. Shall he go in and check on you or should he simply wait for you to come out on your own, once you’ve recovered?

Suddenly, it occurs to Ralph that you may never recover, that this mysterious ailment may well be fatal. Should that be the case, then Ralph would lose you forever. That thought stirs an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

It’s decided then, Ralph thinks, I must go check on her.

So, he peeks down the hall, ensuring Victoria is far enough away that she won’t notice him sneaking into your room. Once he’s confirmed to himself that his sister is too far from him to be aware of his clandestine activities, Ralph slowly and quietly opens the door to your rooms, calling out your name to ensure that he won’t startle you.

“It’s me, Ralph. Are you decent?” He inquires politely.

“Yes,” you hum out pathetically as one of your cold hands snakes under your duvet to gently cradle your aching stomach. At this point, you can’t tell if your chills are the result of the frosty winter weather that roars on just outside the thin glass of your bedroom window or of the illness you’d awoken with last night.

At the sound of your pitiful tone, Ralph swiftly enters your room and softly shuts the door behind him. He then promptly makes his way over to you before coming to kneel at your bedside, his brow furrowing with concern.

“Oh, dove, what’s happened to you?” Ralph asks frantically with his eyes flitting back and forth as he takes in your sallow appearance. Your heart thrums at the term of endearment he’s used.

Perhaps it should be concerning that one of your employers has invaded your space, the only comfort you are owed as a domestic servant, this realm of so-called privacy that you share with two other young ladies and one very pious older lady. Not to mention that he’s referred to you in such an inappropriate manner. However, you’ve come to expect such behaviour from Ralph, who has never much bothered with upholding social customs.

Surprisingly, he frequently pays even less mind to cultural standards than his twin sister, Victoria, a woman known far and wide for her eccentricities. Victoria, for example, certainly doesn’t make a habit of fraternising with the help beyond the typical daily exchanges that take place in the home. Ralph, however, is quite chummy with all of the staff of the Penbury House.

Though, recently you’ve become his favourite, most likely because you indulge his odd little whims more than the others and more than you probably should. Although, now you’re hardly in the right state to properly accommodate such spontaneity.

“My stomach,” you pathetically whimper your response as you look up at him with sorrowful, glassy eyes.

Ralph feels his heart break at the sight. Only then does he notice the empty bin positioned precariously by your bed, and he begins to feel a nervousness flutter about in his belly.

“Are you- Have you gotten sick?” He asks, his voice having gone up an octave from all of his worrying.

You nod before attempting to provide verbal confirmation, only to then be cut off by a sharp, cramping pain shooting through your abdomen. You wince at the horrid feeling, causing Ralph to frown.

“Is it painful?” He asks softly.

“Yes,” you whimper out, an unintentionally adorable pout taking over your features.

You cannot help but feel ashamed. A member of the household staff should never make their discomfort known to their employers, even if your master did ask you directly. Perhaps, if anyone overheard you, you can simply blame it on your fever-addled mind. Certainly that seems reasonable, right?

You’ve heard of men at war having delusions of grandeur as a result of incredibly high fevers, caused by infected wounds, warping their minds. Certainly then it must be reasonable to suspect that your mild fever is at fault for your current inability to properly think things through before you say them aloud.

Oblivious to your mental plight, Ralph lifts his hand to rest near your temple, the tips of his fingers gently stroking the damp, wispy strands at your hairline as he coos, “Oh, poppet, I shall call for a doctor at once.” It’s a comforting touch accompanied by words that speak of a kindness someone like you simply will never deserve from someone like him, you are well aware of that, yet you cannot help but lean into the touch all the same.

“I’ll be alright, my lord,” you reply, giving your polite, indirect refusal.

Ralph tsks in disapproval, “Sweetling, you know that I will not know peace until you’ve recovered. Please, let me help you,” he begs sweetly.

You sigh, your resolve swiftly melting under the heat of the pleading gaze that his coffee brown eyes fix you with.

“Thank you, my lord,” you say, simultaneously accepting his aid and articulating your gratitude for it while your lips curl up into a small, shy smile.

In turn, he rewards your reluctant acceptance with a big, beaming grin. He then gingerly takes one of your clammy hands, the only one which is not currently cradling your aching stomach, into one of his own before placing a chaste kiss to the back of it.

“Rest up, dove. I’ll be back shortly,” Ralph informs you giddily, oddly excited by the prospect of caring for you. He then swiftly departs, rushing off to ring up their local physician.

Only an hour or so later, you're suddenly awoken by the sound of the door to your quarters opening with an eerie creak. You huff and roll over without opening your eyes, presuming it to be one of the other maids.

“Darling, I have returned,” Someone calls out in a singsong tone as they enter your room, “I apologise for being away for so long. You would not believe how difficult it was to get in touch with our family’s physician.”

“Ralph?” You ask, momentarily forgetting your manners due to the lingering exhaustion, as you roll over and open your bleary eyes to look at the person.

“Yes, ‘tis I,” he confirms theatrically, just as energetic and campy as ever, as he sets down a glass of water and a cup of tea on your night stand.

Ralph then gracelessly plops down on your bed, a canvas bag filled with various bits and bobs still loosely tucked into the crook of his elbow as he comes to sit just by where your feet rest under the blankets.

“Oh, how I do love it when you simply call me by my name,” he remarks cheerfully as he gently boops your nose.

“It’s improper,” you grumble, “I should always refer to you by your title.”

“Perhaps it is, but I love it all the same,” Ralph replies, still sporting his cheerful smile as he busies himself with setting out all of the things he’s brought with him on top of the wooden trunk that sits near the foot of your tiny bed.

Now that Ralph thinks about it, he really should arrange for you to get a bigger bed, maybe he should arrange for all the staff to get bigger beds; he can’t imagine these are very comfortable. You’re a grown woman, a lovely, amazing, kind, unfairly beautiful grown woman, you deserve to sleep in a bed befitting a grown adult.

“Now,” Ralph begins to explain once he’s arranged everything to his liking, “It would seem that Dr. Wycoff has already stepped out for the day, so he won’t be able to come until tomorrow morning. However, you needn’t fret, for I had one of our footmen go out and fetch you some things that might ease your discomfort, at least until we can get you proper medical attention.”

“My lor-” you attempt to interject, most likely to remind Ralph that his fretting over you is both completely unnecessary and entirely inappropriate, though the attempt is in vain as your master continues with his ramblings.

“Now, let’s see, I’ve got some ginger tea to help calm your stomach, a hot water bottle for the cramping, a glass of cold water with some mint leaves in it, a couple pieces of toast, and a collection of poetry that I can read to you. What shall we start with first?” He asks eagerly, looking at you with those wide, kind eyes of his. There’s a spark of determination present in his warm gaze and it lets you know that any further attempts you make to refuse his care, whether they’re for propriety’s sake or otherwise, will be futile.

You huff out a breath, the sound of it is something between a humorous chuckle and resigned sigh, before smiling up at him fondly.

“Perhaps we could start with the hot water bottle and maybe the book of poems as well,” you suggest.

You don’t know how it’s possible, but, somehow, his smile seems to become even bigger and brighter than before. “Marvelous idea, poppet,” He says sweetly as he grabs the hot water bottle.

Rather than simply handing the item to you, as you initially expect, Ralph simply lifts the linens away from you, revealing your form to him, so that he can place the hot water bottle on your aching stomach himself. The moment he registers that you’re in your nightdress — your white cotton nightdress, which is surprisingly thin and not doing much to conceal your form from him — he realises his mistake.

Ralph gingerly, yet hastily places the hot water bottle on your stomach, his fingertips able to feel the warmth of your skin through your nightdress as he does so. His cheeks and the tips of his ears burn with a warm blush as he aids you. Ralph then promptly rights the linens back in place so that you’re properly covered, before swiftly rising to his feet, turning away and attempting to disguise his flusteredness by clearing his throat.

“I apologise,” he exhales a shaky breath, still refusing to look at you, “for erm- well- I only meant to help. It was not my intention to erm- to violate you. I would never want to dis-”

“My lord, it’s quite alright.”

“-respect you or to- to, erm, to dishonour you.”

“You haven’t, my lord,” you attempt to interject, though it seems nothing you say will halt his spiraling.

Oh, well, drastic times call for drastic measures.

“It was certainly not my intention to force myself onto you or to, erm, to take advantage of you in such a vulnerable state. Truly, I only meant to help you, to care for you, because, well, I think I might l-”

“Ralph,�� you interrupt.

The sound of his own name finally captures his attention as he turns to face you once more, mostly out of shock; you hardly ever call him by his first name, despite the fact that he’s made it very obvious that he wishes you would only ever refer to him by his first name, his name, not the name held by his father and his sister and every other Penbury who’s not him.

You reach out to gently grasp one of his hands in one of your own, clammy, hands. “It’s alright.”

He looks down at your intertwined hands, then back at your face, focusing on your eyes which look up at him so kindly, and then down to your lips which are curled into a soft, shy smile, one that, in his wildest dreams, he lets himself believe you reserve only for him.

“It is?” He asks, his tone still wavering with worry.

“Yes,” you reassure him before patting the spot he once sat in, silently encouraging him to sit back down, to be near you again.

Ralph obliges your wordless request and hesitantly lowers himself to sit back down on the edge of your bed.

He’s quiet still, too quiet, especially considering that neither of the Penbury twins are ever quiet. You worry that he’s still lost in his own mind, panicking about propriety, much like you always are. You don’t like seeing him worry.

“My lord, I do believe you promised to read some poems to me,” you remind him, not truly wanting to boss him around, but rather wanting to give him something to focus on other than his recent misstep.

“R-right, right, of course, I, erm,” he pauses to clear his throat, looking down at his hands as he wrings them together, deciding whether he should speak the next words allowed given how he’s already disregarded your boundaries today. Ultimately, he sighs and decides to take the risk.

“I’ll, erm- I’ll read them to you but only,” he whispers before pausing briefly to let out a shaky breath, “only if you promise to stop referring to me as ‘my lord’ when we’re alone. I’d,” he pauses once more, summoning the courage needed to speak his next words aloud, “I’d much rather you call me Ralph when it’s just the two of us.”

He’s told you this many times before and you’ve never been outright offended, but still, he worries.

Although, you’ve recently, within the last few minutes, called him Ralph all on your own, making that the second time that you’ve referred to him by his name today. Twice is certainly the most you’ve ever called him by his name in a day as you almost never refer to him as anything but ‘my lord’ when addressing him directly and ‘Lord Penbury’ when referring to him in conversations with the other household staff members; conversations he really shouldn’t eavesdrop on, but that he always does, at least, when you’re a part of them.

Certainly your seemingly waning hesitance to call him by his name must be a good sign, right?

You reply, “Maybe I shall call you Ralphie.”

It’s a joke, one that shouldn’t be said aloud, one that you didn’t properly think over before you said it aloud, one that has entirely too much truth behind it, one that really wouldn’t seem like a joke at all if not for your humorous tone. Ralph certainly doesn’t seem to think it a joke.

He smiles brightly, some of that characteristic Penbury enthusiasm returning to him in that moment, as he genuinely replies, “I would love that, sweetling.”

“Now,” Ralph continues, “as for the poems, this book is from my own personal collection. It’s the selected poems of John Keats. He’s one of my favourites. It’s a shame tuberculosis took him so young. Thankfully you don’t have tuberculosis, or, at least, I’ve got no reason to think that you do. I believe tuberculosis is the one with all the coughing, and you haven’t a cough, just an upset stomach, right, darling?” He rambles as he digs the book out of his bag and then thumbs through it in search of his favourite poem.

“Right,” you confirm, “no coughing.”

He hums at that, offering mere acknowledgment as he’s already moved onto another subject entirely. Usually you’re one of the only ones who’s able to keep up with him in conversation, whenever you’re actually afforded the opportunity to indulge him in it without getting caught by the housekeeper, the woman in charge of you and all the other female servants. However, today it’s difficult to keep up with his rapidly shifting focuses, likely due to your current state of ill health.

“Are you familiar with his work?” Ralph asks suddenly.

“Hmm?” You question, too lost in your own thoughts to remember who he’s talking about.

“John Keats. Are you familiar with any of his poems?” He asks again, not at all bothered by the fact that you seem to have lost focus for a moment there.

One thing you’ve learned in your time working here at the Penbury estate is that the younger of the two Penbury twins is exceedingly patient, whilst the elder is exceedingly short-tempered.

“I’m afraid not, erm,” you heistate before calling him by his desired nickname, still reluctant to let go of propriety, “Ralphie,” you reply, giving in to the temptation to please him, to make him happy by calling him something far more personal than his title.

It’s the first time you’ve actually used that nickname when addressing him and the sound of it sets fireworks alight in his chest.

“Oh, how dreadful! I suppose we shall start with the classics then, yes? This one is called ‘You Say You Love’ and it’s easily one of my favourites of all the poems I’ve ever read,” Ralph explains before leaning in close to tap your nose with an audible ‘boop’ before assuring you, in a tone that’s much like the one he uses when he’s cooing lovingly, “you’re going to positively adore it, sweetling, I’m certain of it.”

He sits up again, opening the book to the correct page before suddenly remembering the tea he’d had the kitchen staff prepare for you.

“Sweetling,” Ralph calls out to you.

“Yes, Ralphie?” He can’t help but smile at the sound of your sweet voice uttering his preferred nickname, this time noticeably less tentative than before.

“Do remember to drink your tea before it goes cold, my lo- my dear,” he clears his throat out of embarrassment before reaffirming, “erm, j-just dear. Dearest, even!”

She’s not yours, Ralph, you blasted fool! He harshly reminds himself.

You bravely rest one of your hands atop his own, knowing he needs the comforting touch to ground him and help him avoid another spiral. “I will,” you assure him.

“R-right, erm,” he clears his throat, “let us begin.”

You hum your approval as you reach over to carefully grab the cup of tea from where it sits on the trunk by your bed. Ralph can’t help but smile as he watches you take a sip, all while still clutching the hot water bottle to your tummy.

“You say that you love,” he begins, immediately channeling the energy of a romantic poet, like John Keats, waxing poetic about unrequited love, “but with a voice chaster than a nun’s…”

You sit back, resting against your thin, floppy pillow, sipping your ginger tea whilst you listen to him recite one of his favourite poems in a tone of voice so soft and intimate, that it begins to lull you to sleep.

It’s not long before you’re sound asleep, but, even then, Ralph doesn’t stop reading his poems; mostly because he’s so engrossed in the works of his favourite poet that he fails to notice that you’ve fallen asleep.

Once he does notice, however, he sets his book aside so that can help get you settled. He carefully eases the cup of tea out of your clutches, lest you spill it on yourself in your sleep, and sets it aside. He takes great care in gently tucking you in, careful not to wake you as he makes sure you’re sufficiently covered by your bed linens.

Thanks to your lack of consciousness, Ralph even finds the courage to lean forward and press a gentle, chaste kiss to your forehead. Though, he soon realizes that might have been a mistake as your forehead is very sweaty, no doubt thanks to your fever, and now your now-cold perspiration is on his lips. He grimaces at the gross feeling as he harshly wipes your sweat off of his lips with the sleeve of shirt. He also indulges in a sip of your tea, just to make sure that your sweat is well and truly gone.

“I shall remain right here as you sleep, sweetling. I won’t leave your side, not for a moment,” Ralph reassures your sleeping form.

He makes good on his word, sitting at your side and watching you sleep, memorising the slope of your nose and the roundness of your cheeks, reading poem after poem to you even though you aren’t awake to hear them.

Ralph even replaces your hot water bottle when it goes cold, handing it off to Langley — who’s been dutifully waiting outside the door to the maids’ chambers ever since he discovered his master was in there — so that he can have the kitchen staff rewarm it for you. He still blushes and flusters when he lifts the linens to take the now useless water bottle from you, he still feels wildly guilty about crossing any boundaries, even though you’re in too deep of a sleep to notice. Ralph even finishes your tea before it goes cold and then has Langley order the kitchen staff to prepare some more for you.

Speaking of dear Langley, the Penburys’ head butler whose current, steadfast presence by the door to the maids’ quarters, a place he’s never been posted outside of before, gives away Ralph’s presence in your room to anyone and everyone who walks by.

Luckily for Ralph, Victoria would never set foot in what she colloquially refers to as the “Help Hall,” a hallway lined with doors that lead to the various rooms the staff of the townhouse reside in.

Still, he can’t imagine that the women with whom you share your room are at all happy to have their master lingering in their space. So, when the evening draws to a close, and he hears the murmurs of other staff members going off to their rooms in that same hallway, Ralph reluctantly leaves your side to avoid causing any offense to the other maids, who’ve never been anything but kind to him.

Nevertheless, before he leaves, Ralph places another soft kiss on your forehead, and this time, he has the forethought to use his handkerchief to wipe away most of the sweat before he presses his lips there. He holds his lips there a bit longer than last time, hoping that, even in your sleep, you can feel the warmth of his affections pouring through the gesture.

When Ralph pulls away, he whispers to your sleeping form, “Unfortunately, I must take my leave now, but I will return tomorrow morning so that I may continue to look after you in your time of need. I shall return every day until you are well again, dear heart, this much I promise, and you must know that a Penbury always keeps their promises,” Ralph pauses, his brows furrowing as he thinks over his words, “Or, at least, I always keep my promises. If memory serves me correctly, I’ve not broken a promise yet, and I most certainly do not intend to start doing so now.”

Suddenly, Ralph sighs; it's a solemn, dejected sound that perfectly conveys his reluctance to leave your side. His eyes rake over your sleeping form once more, hoping to memorize the sight of you in the hopes that you might appear in his dreams tonight.

“I know you cannot hear me right now, sweetling, and m-maybe that is for the best, but,” Ralph trails off, interrupting himself to take a deep, calming breath. He then uses his handkerchief to wipe off some of the sweat on your cheek before leaning in to plant a gentle kiss there. When Ralph pulls away, he moves just slightly so that his lips hover near your ear, and then softly whispers, “I love you.”

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sherifftillman · 1 year

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i don't think i've seen anyone post the photo ralph sends to lauren once he's in the army so look at the baby :')

#joseph quinn #ralph timewasters #ralph penbury #i refuse to give him that triple barrelled nonsense #i've been scouring timewasters episodes trying to figure out where imdb pulled that one out of #so far. nowt

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 9 months

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Close… So Close

Summary- Ralph loves being intimate with you, but he wonders if there’s ways of doing it without having to be dirty. He just wants to feel closer to you.

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- Reader has female anatomy, mentions reader and ralph being naked but nothing explicit

Tag List- @wheels-of-despair

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Word Count- 2.4k

Ralph was sitting patiently for you in the kitchen, waiting for your arrival back home from the short trip you had taken to visit your family. You had left so early that morning, leaving him with only a quick kiss as he was still half asleep in bed, and he had been missing you ever since, just as he always did whenever you went out for the day.

All he had been wanting recently was to be closer to you. To feel more intimate with you in ways that didn’t have to involve getting dirty. He adored you and wanted you to know that.

He perked up the moment he heard the locks click on the front door, sitting up from the counter with a smile on his lips as he quickly made his way to the foyer to greet you back home with a loving embrace.

“Darling!” He exclaimed as he saw you there at the door, a bag next to you on the floor as you had already began removing your various accessories that you had been wearing well over 12 hours. You looked so tired, exhausted from your trip, but Ralph saw you as beautiful nonetheless.

A smile spread across your lips as you saw him, still his cheerful bubbly self even after you knew how much he dreaded being apart from you for so long,

“Hello my love, i missed you so much,” Your arms wrapped around his neck and his went around your waist, holding you tightly, a giggle slipped through your lips as he squeezed you, “and i’m guessing you missed me too?”

“Of course i did dear, more than you know. How was the trip?”

“Exhausting…” You let out a slow sigh as you separated, “I’m just happy to be home now.”

“I’m happy you’re home too my love,” He gently held your cheeks and tilted your head downwards, planting a soft kiss to your forehead, “I missed having you so close to me…”

“I’ve missed it too.” You let out another sigh, leaning down to pull off your shoes from your aching feet with a groan, “All i want is a nice, calm, relaxing night.”

“Why don’t i draw you a bath?” Ralph suggested with a smile.

“That sounds perfect right about now.”

Ralph reached down and grabbed the suitcase at your side,

“I’ll take this, let’s go upstairs so you can change and I’ll get your bath started.” Wirh the other hand he took yours and you quietly made your way into your shared bedroom.

It was so nice to be at home finally, so quiet and peaceful. As much as you loved getting to go and visit your friends and family, even for just a day, it was always so draining. Ralphie always knew exactly what you needed to help you feel better after such a long day.

He set your suitcase at the end of the bed and you took a deep breath as you undid the skirt at your waist, the relief coming after the tight fabric was dropped down to your feet. You knew there would be little red marks and indents on your tummy from that damned skirt but the warm water of the bath would soothe them so well.

As you continued to undress, Ralph brought you your robe and laid it out onto the bed for you,

“You take your time sweetheart, i’ll unpack for you while you’re in the bath.”

You leaned over and placed a kiss onto his cheek, giving him a smile as you slowly undressed. Ralph entered the bathroom and started up the water for you, grabbing a few things from the sink cabinet for it.

He had checked to make sure the water was the perfect temperature for you before sprinkling in a few bath salts, eucalyptus scented, to help ease your aching muscles after such a long day. He had grabbed another bottle, lavender bubble bath, and poured it into the water. He pulled a stool up to the side of the bath and moved his hand through the water, mixing in the bubble bath and making sure everything was absolutely perfect. He even lit a few candles for you just to make it a little extra relaxing.

You slowly entered the bathroom and stood at the door, admiring Ralphie as he sat there with the most angelic look on his face. He looked so serene and peaceful, the same way he did as he slept. Just looking at him was enough to take the stress off of your shoulders and seeing the smile on his lips as soon as he noticed you there in the doorway nearly made you melt.

“Darling, i don’t think i tell you enough how beautiful you are.” He stood up from his stool and grabbed one of the hand towels from the sink, drying off his arm as he approached you.

You stepped forward, your hands moving to the little knot at the front of your robe before he quickly stopped you,

“Please, let me?” He asked you with the sweetest puppy dog eyes.

You gave him a smile and a quick kiss to the forehead before you nodded to him, his fingers delicately holding both ends of the ribbon around your waist and slowly pulled them apart, the front of your robe exposing your body to the cold air of the bathroom.

He let the smooth fabric drape at your sides, quickly going to close the bathroom door behind you,

“Just in case darling, i wouldn’t want anyone to accidentally ruin your night.”

He walked back over behind you, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his body behind you as his fingers grabbed the fabric at your shoulders, slowly pulling it away and letting the robe pile around your feet. His lips placed gentle kisses all along your shoulders, even lifting up one of your arms to kiss a trail all the way down to the back of your hand.

You smiled, watching the way Ralph admired you. He always made you feel so beautiful.

He gently held your hand in his and guided you over to the tub, helping you keep your balance as you placed one foot into the warm sudsy water.

“How is it my love? Did i make it too hot for you? Are there too many bubbles?”

“Ralphie, it’s perfect,” You turned to him as you stepped into the bath, leaning forward and giving him a sweet and reassuring kiss, “everything is perfect.”

You turned your back to him and slowly settled into the bath, Ralph lifted the ends of your hair over the edge of the tub as you laid against it, letting out a deep sigh. All of the stress and worries of your day had gone, the warm bath and the mixed scents of the essential oils in the bath salts and sweet lavender from the bubble bath only helped further. Your eyes slowly shut as the warm water surrounding your body soothed your aching muscles.

“Darling?” Ralphie asked you.

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Your hair has a few tangles in it,” His hand reached up and you could feel the tips of his perfectly manicured fingers gently rake over your scalp, “could i brush it?”

“Are you sure you don’t mind it?” You opened your eyes and tilted your head back to look at him. Nothing sounded more euphoric.

Having the man you loved brush through your hair so gently as you relaxed in a soothing bubble bath that he drew for you. What did you ever do to deserve someone so giving, so caring, so loving?

“Not at all love,” He smiled down to you and pressed his lips to your forehead, “you lay there and close your eyes, all i want from you is to let yourself relax.”

You nodded and did as he said, settling yourself back into the bathtub, your eyes gently closing once more. You listened to the noises around you, the drawer opening in the sink vanity and the brushes combs being placed onto the counter, the stool that sat in the corner being dragged behind you for Ralph to sit on as he brushed. You adjusted your body in the tub, getting into a more comfortable position before the feeling of Ralph’s hand gently lifting up your head and placing something soft and fuzzy beneath it. A towel to keep your neck comfortable and cushioned.

Ralph grabbed a few brushes and combs from the counter, placing them on his lap as he smiled and sat behind you, the wide tooth comb in his hand carefully brushing through the ends of your hair and moving upwards onto your scalp. His hand raking through your hair afterwards just to make sure he hadn’t missed a spot.

You let out a soft and sweet moan, unable to hold back from the serenity that Ralph was bringing you. He had always loved seeing you in such a relaxed state, especially when he was the one who caused it. Such a sweet boy.

Ralph had leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss to your forehead, picking up a comb and carefully running it over your scalp, getting the teeny tiny knots and tangles he had missed with the larger brush. He was being so gentle and so slow, taking his time to make sure that your hair was as soft as ever.

“I’m going to go and unpack your suitcase darling, is there anything i can get you?” Ralph placed the comb back onto the counter with the rest as he stood from the chair and knelt at your side.

“No Ralphie, i’m alright.” You said to him with a smile, opening your eyes slightly to see him knelling there next to you, his hand moving into your hair to gently pet it as you laid in the bathtub.

All you wanted was him.

“Ralphie?” You asked him.

“Yes my love?”

You looked up to him and he could see the little bit of hesitation in your eyes,

“It’s alright darling,” Ralph moved his hand from your hair and carefully picked up your hand as it rested on the side of the tub, so soft and warm from when it had first touched the water, “anything you need, all you have to do is ask.”

“Would you…” You took a slow breath, “Would you join me when you’re done?”

Ralph smiled, the adorable pink flush on his cheeks was enough to give you your answer,

“Of course darling, i wouldn’t have it any other way.” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead before standing at the edge of the tub, letting your hand slowly fall from his, “I’ll be back in just a moment.”

You watched as Ralph left the bathroom, softly closing the door behind him. You took a slow, deep breath, just taking in everything around you.

The warm water cascading over your skin each time you had to readjust and get comfortable, the soothing aromas of the bath salts and the calming lavender from the body wash, the gentle light from the candles on the vanity. You had noticed that he had even left the combs out on the counter, no doubt to brush your hair again once you were done with your bath. Ralph had given you countless nights where he would pamper you, relaxing you after a long day and doing any task that your heart desires. When he did things like this on his own, doing absolutely everything without you even having to ask, made you feel like your relationship was finally getting to a point of comfort. Where you could be intimate and close to one another without having to get dirty. The thought of it made you sigh with want, needing nothing more in your life than the man you loved so dearly because you knew he would always love you back.

The bathroom door creaked and you looked over your shoulder to see Ralph closing the door, wearing his bathrobe. He smiled to you as he reached for the little knot at the front and pulled it, letting the fabric drape down his body as he shrugged it off his shoulders. He never thought he looked like much when he was naked but yo you he always looked ethereal. No other man was like him.

“Where do you want me darling?”

You moved your body forward in the water, giving him room to slip in behind you,

“Behind me? I just want to be held…”

Ralph stepped away from the pooled fabric of the bathrobe and carefully stepped into the water, easing himself in behind you, his legs on either side of your body as his back rested against the tub. He opened his arms and placed them on the sides of the tub, allowing you to make yourself comfortable in whatever position you had wanted most.

You carefully crept towards him, laying your head against his shoulder as your hand went over his heart, feeling the soft beating under his chest. You felt his hands place themselves at your sides, carefully caressing the skin beneath them as he held you.

“Like this my love?” He asked you, a quick kiss being placed to the top of your head.

You couldn’t make out any words, only slowly nodding your head at his shoulder as he held you.

The room was quiet. Only the sounds of the water lightly splashing around as Ralph moved his hands slowly along your body, admiring every curve on your body. He had rested his head atop yours, letting out a deep exhale. He needed this relaxation too.

“Ralphie, did you happen to catch the time before you came back in?”

“No darling, but i know by this point it’s well after dark. Do you want to get out?”

“Maybe in a moment…” You tilted your head up to catch a glimpse of him in such a relaxed state. You had always been able to decompress after a long day together, usually in the living room near the fireplace, a book in your hand and Ralph’s head was resting in your lap for you to pet.

“I just want to enjoy this…”

You laid you head back onto his chest and he held it there so tenderly, his wet fingers carefully petting through your hair.

“I do too my love.” He kissed the top of your head, “I do too…”

Whenever it came to love and affection, Ralph could never be matched by anyone else. He was so happy that he finally had you, someone to give all of his attention and adoration to. And when he was with you like this, holding you in his arms, the warm water surrounding your bodies and the sweet soothing aroma of the bubbles. It was enough to make him melt.

Oh, how he adored being this intimate with you.

#ralph penbury x y/n #ralph penbury x reader #ralph penbury fanfic #ralph penbury timewasters #ralph penbury #ralph timewasters #ralph penbury x female reader #ralph penbury fluff

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rehfan · 11 months

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The Hat Shop Girl - Masterlist

Inexperienced!Ralph Penbury X Fem!Reader/AFAB!Reader

Summary: You were working as a clerk in a hat shop when Ralph Penbury walked into your life. Nothing was ever the same.

Tags: meet-cute, eventual smut, slow build, angst with a happy ending, class differences, fantasizing, implied/referenced drug use, non-consensual touching, sexual inexperience, first kiss, kissing, first French kiss, neck kissing, sexual education, angst, emotional hurt, handjob, vaginal fingering, nipple play, vaginal sex, PIV sex, first time, blow job, cream pie, fluff and smut, anal play, rimming, cunnilingus

Warnings: 18+ and over only please. Eventual smutty smut - NOT for children! Non-consensual touching, implied/referenced drug use.

PLEASE DO NOT POST MY WORK TO ANY OTHER SITE. MY WORK IS MINE. PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

Chapter 1: The Boy with the Sunshine Smile

Chapter 2: The Whirlwind Twins

Chapter 3: Getting to Know You

Chapter 4: The Snowball Party

Chapter 5: Spoiled Sardines

Chapter 6: Making Whoopie 101

Chapter 7: The Flower Shop Girl

Chapter 8: Une Interruption du Noblesse Oblige

Chapter 9: Lessons In Botany

Chapter 10: One Last Party

Epilogue

#fanfic #writing #joseph quinn #joe quinn #ralph penbury #ralph timewasters #ralph x reader #the hat shop girl #thsg #masterlist #the hat shop girl masterlist

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wheels-of-despair · 2 days

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Live A Little | A Worth It AU | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

In This Edition: You and Ralph rest and have a little reunion! Words: 1.7k

"Oi!"

You wake with a jolt, panicked by the shout in your ear, and instinctively cover Ralph's body with your own. It's bright. Someone has removed the blanket that should be covering your heads.

"Easy, dearie, just making sure you're still alive." You look up, into the concerned eyes of a blonde woman. "How about your fella?"

You ease your body off of him and look down.

Why didn't that wake him? She shouted at you. You'd half-jumped on top of him. How deeply can one man sleep?

"Ralph?" you ask, giving his shoulder a nudge. He doesn't rouse. "Come on, Ralph." You touch the side of his face. Why he still so cold?

"Oh, my stars…" the woman whispers.

"Ralph!" you cry out, shaking his shoulder.

He groans and opens his eyes, and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"S'wrong?"

"Nothing, sweetheart," you smile, tears of relief welling in your eyes. "Nothing at at all." You lean forward to kiss his temple, and he nuzzles his cold nose into your neck. You wrap an arm around him to keep him close.

"Have you eaten since you arrived?" the woman asks. She's perched on one of the chairs you've been hiding behind. You notice now that she's wearing a stewardess uniform.

"No," you answer.

"You stay right there," she instructs as she rises from her chair, as if you had the strength to go anywhere.

"Who's that?" Ralph asks.

"A stewardess," you answer. "Just checking on us."

"I'm so tired," he whines.

"I know, darling," you sigh.

"My head."

"I know, darling," you repeat. Yours is throbbing as well. Your throat is raw. You ache all over. You place a gentle kiss to his temple. If that would transfer all his suffering to you, you'd take it willingly.

"What's the time?"

"I… don't know." You lift your head a bit and squint into the bright lights of the room, looking for a window that'll tell you if it's night or day, but you can't see one. You let your head fall back to your coat, which is serving as a makeshift pillow.

"Here we are, my dears," the stewardess announces. She sets a tray on a nearby table. "It'll be much easier to eat your soup if you can sit up for me."

You and Ralph drag yourselves off the floor and lean your backs against the wall. The pain worsens when you sit. Your head is pounding. Every bone in your body aches.

"There we are," she smiles. She hands you each a bowl of soup with a spoon in it. "That'll warm you right up. Might even give you enough strength to get to a real bed."

"Thank you," you mumble. Ralph echoes your sentiments, and you both take your first spoonful of soup. It's heavenly.

"My name is Anna," the stewardess smiles. "Might I ask your names?"

You tell her, and she writes it down on a pad you hadn't noticed. She sees your eyes on it, and smiles.

"Lots of people looking for loved ones. We have hundreds of survivors on board, and everyone's all scattered. If someone asks for you, I have faces now. Are you looking for anyone?"

You give her Molly and Victoria's names, and she writes those down too.

"Would you like me to try and find you a room? Some of our passengers have given up their own cabins, hoping to make you poor dears more comfortable."

You look over at Ralph, struggling to lift his spoon, and shake your aching head.

"Here is fine," you tell her.

"That's perfectly alright," she smiles. "Eat your soup, I'll be back shortly."

When she leaves, you drop your spoon and drink your soup in a way that would make your mother die of embarrassment.

"Let me, love," you say as you reach for Ralph's soup. You set his spoon aside and hold his bowl to his mouth, letting him drink as you had. When the soup is gone, you dab at his cracked lips with your handkerchief.

It's the same one you'd used to draw him to his door. How many days ago had that been? It feels like a lifetime ago.

You tuck it back into your pocket with a sad smile, remembering how happy you both were that day.

"Would you like me to take those away?" You return your empty bowls to Anna with a quiet word of thanks. "If you need anything at all, just ask for Anna. Alright?"

You nod, but as she rises, a thought occurs to you.

"Wait," you call. She turns. "What day is it?"

"Today is Tuesday, April 16th, 1912. The time is," she consults a clock somewhere to her left, "7:16 am."

"Thank you," you whisper, ready to fall back on the floor and sleep for another few hours.

And that's exactly what you do. You and Ralph resume your positions on your makeshift bed, holding each other tight with blankets pulled over your heads, and fall back asleep… but a little warmer this time, thanks to the soup.

When you wake up again, you're a little less groggy. You take in your surroundings. A plaid blanket over your head, light streaming through a hole in the fabric. Your coat as a pillow. A pair of brown eyes staring into yours.

"Good… do you think it's morning or night?" you ask quietly.

"I don't know," Ralph whispers.

"Are you alright?"

Ralph's eyes fill with worry. He doesn't answer. You slide a little closer and take his hand in yours, giving his knuckles a kiss.

"We're alive, and we're together. I don't think we could ask for much more right now."

Ralph nods once in agreement.

"I think I need to get off of this floor, though," you groan, flipping onto your back and attempting to stretch. The blanket falls off of your face, and you squint at the light. At least your headache has lessened.

You and Ralph help each other off the floor. You stand stiffly and gaze out at the room. The stewardess from last night spots you and rushes over.

"Good afternoon!" she chirps.

"Is it afternoon?" you ask.

"It is 1:43 on the the afternoon of April 16th, 1912, and you are just in time for lunch. There are lavatories just down that hallway," she gestures to a door, "if you'd like to freshen up first."

You follow her instructions, briefly parting with Ralph to witness the horror of your reflection in the mirror. You do what you can, and return to the lounge feeling slightly more human. You sit at a table and eat quietly, hoping that your bread and soup gives you enough strength to stay awake for more than an hour.

"There you are!"

Before you can even look up, a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders from behind. Molly. It's Aunt Molly.

She pulls up a chair and sits with you and Ralph.

"I've been looking all over for you! Where have you two been?"

"Right here," you say weakly. "Sleeping."

"Keep eating, you need your strength. Are you alright?"

"Considering…" you trail off, having a vague memory of a doctor checking you and Ralph for frostbite sometime during the night. He's doing much better with his spoon now, you note proudly.

"Ralph, I saw your sister yesterday, but I don't know where she got off to."

"Oh," he says between bites.

You remember what she said to him that night at the lifeboats, and your blood begins to boil.

"Look at you, getting some color back in your cheeks already," Molly smiles, reaching out to pinch one in a way she knows you hate. "When you're feeling up to it, I'd like you to come to my room."

"Your room?" you question.

"They've moved some of the first-class passengers into cabins. I'm sharing one with Hettie - one of the gals I met in the Turkish baths. We can double up and make room for you. It's little, compared to the last one, but you're sure to be more comfortable in there than in here."

You look to Ralph. His eyes meet yours nervously.

"I'd rather stay here with Ralph."

You reach for his hand under the table and give it a squeeze, hoping he knows that you're never letting him go. Not now, not ever.

"Ralph's invited too, sweetheart," she says gently.

A smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. Yours matches.

"It's settled, then," she says, leaning back in her chair. "Eat up, then we'll get you to a real bed."

A real bed? Your back spasms at the thought.

You finish your soup, gather your coats and blankets, and follow Molly to a small cabin.

"Hettie and I can share this one, if you're alright here?"

It's a tiny bed, meant for a servant or traveling companion. Just like the one you'd occupied on Titanic.

"I know it'll be tight, but it has to be better than sleeping on the floor in a room with a hundred other people."

"It's wonderful, Molly, thank you," you say gratefully. Ralph nods in agreement. You want desperately to fall into bed and stay there the rest of the day… but shouldn't you go find his sister? See if she cares that he's alive?

"I'm gonna go see what I can do to help, but why don't you two get settled in? Rest a little more? I'll let you know when it's dinnertime."

You nod, unable to argue with the suggestion of more sleep. Aunt Molly exits the room, leaving you alone with Ralph.

"How does she have so much energy?" he asks, blinking slowly.

"Not a clue," you yawn. "Bed?"

"Bed," Ralph confirms.

You ditch your shoes and a few layers of clothing and crawl into the tiny bed. You have to lie on your sides in order to fit. Ralph pulls the covers over your heads, just like you'd done in the lounge, and you drift off with a satisfied sigh.

#writings of despair #ralphtanic #ralph penbury #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury x reader #ralph timewasters

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kwistowee · 4 months

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#that little scream JOSEPH QUINN as RALPH | TIMEWASTERS (2017)

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emsgoodthinkin · 5 months

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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

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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 (Ralph x Reader) You’ve been pining after Ralph for months now, convinced that he’s not interested in you or any other woman for that matter. Little did you know that you were only half right.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI I don’t care what you say, be respectful of my goddamn boundaries it’s not that difficult), mentions of masturbation (m and f), mentions of pillow humping, protected p in v (wrap it before you tap it hens), riding, Ralph is a virgin, mutual pining, crying, oral (m receiving), some fluff, I guess there’s also some angst?

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 Briefly proof-read but may still be some mistakes. At 7.7k words, this is by far the longest one-shot I’ve ever written. I was minding my own business, being in love with Eddie, and then Ralph came along and decided that I should also be in love with him. At this point my love life is fictional characters and only fictional characters, and I’m at peace with that. Also, I really shouldn’t have to say this, but if you’re a minor you really shouldn’t be reading my work or interacting with it or my blog. I’m not responsible for the media you consume, you are, and I will block you if I think you’re a minor. (Also before anyone says anything, condoms did exist in the 1920s, they were just thicker and probably not as comfortable or effective as they are nowadays)

When you first met Ralph, it had been a year ago at one of the parties his sister held regularly. You’d been invited because you were a cousin of one of Victoria’s friends, though you suspected back then it was just for them to have someone new to ridicule and make a spectacle of with the way they kept looking at you from a distance and giggling. However, whatever snide or mean remarks had been made about you had never reached your ears. In fact, quite the opposite happened. You heard nothing but kind words that Victoria and her confidants had said in regard to you. Pleasant, delightful, entertaining, sweet, compliments were all you’d heard spoken about you. However, something curious they’d also said had also gotten back to you.

Oh, she’d be the perfect friend for Ralph, don’t you think?

Ralph himself had been nothing but a gentleman to you for the short amount of time you conversed at the party. He was like an excitable puppy at times, definitely not acting his age, but it was something you found to be endearing. He asked you so many questions about yourself and your dreams and aspirations, genuinely interested in you despite having only just met you. You were disappointed when he was dragged away by his father to talk to other guests and worried that you’d lost your chance to get to know him more.

Your concern dissipated, however, when Victoria started inviting you over to the estate more. You were there as her guest and not Ralph’s but somehow you ended up spending more time with him than the elder of the twins. She didn’t seem to mind though, encouraging your friendship with him whilst also getting to know you more herself. You found her to be a little abrasive at times (you didn’t approve of the way she treated her brother) and more materialistic for your tastes but she proved to be a steadfast friend just like the younger twin.

After a while, you found yourself spending more and more time at the estate but at the request of Ralph. That wasn’t to say that Victoria had stopped inviting you to the estate, but her invitations were less frequent, and you ended up spending more time with her twin than with her. Even when you were invited to stay for a week or two at a time, you saw more of the younger Penbury than you did of her unless it was for dinner or for an outing with both of the twins to go shopping and explore the city. You didn’t mind this, however. It gave you the two of you the opportunity to get to know one another better, resulting in you become closer friends because of it. You’d even go so far as saying that he was your best friend and someone that you could rely on. His puppy-like energy and enthusiasm were matched by his love of playing the ukulele, which he often strummed when you asked him to, and that intelligence and insightfulness you’d caught vague glimpses of at the party. He was a lot smarter than his sister gave him credit for, and he seemed to positively glow and flourish when it was just the two of you.

With the amount of time you spent alone together, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when you realised you’d developed feelings for him beyond friendship. Despite the differences in your backgrounds and lives, you both bonded and formed a friendship that meant a lot more to you than other friendships you had. You were always writing to each other if you couldn’t see one another, and when you did spend time together neither of you wanted it to end. Some of your happiest memories now were from your time spent in each other’s company. Ralph making up songs about you on his ukulele. Drinks by the fireplace. Days out to explore a part of the city that he hadn’t shown you yet, even if it was somewhere you’d been before by yourself because it just wasn’t the same if he wasn’t there with you. Dancing together at parties and laughing at each other’s jokes while you stood so close your lips could almost brush against his.

Once you had this realisation about your feelings, you ultimately decided not to bring it up with Ralph. He never seemed to be interested in romance or relationships, more than satisfied with his lot in life. His father had often offered to find a wife for him, but he declined each time and wasn’t pressured into finding someone. The younger Penbury was content playing his ukulele and throwing parties with Victoria. Seeing him happy and being his friend was enough for you. At least, that’s what you told yourself while you were in his company.

In the hours of the night, when you were alone in your own room at home or the guest room that had basically become yours for whenever you stayed over at the estate, you had to silence yourself as you let out your pent up feelings and attraction towards him. You’d spent the hours of the early morning on more than one occasion imagining what it would feel like for him to touch you. To hold him against you as you bounced up and down in his lap. The way he would sound moaning or whimpering above you as he thrusted in and out of you. The feeling of his skin against yours, his tongue lapping at your dripping cunt while he pinned down your hips to stop you moving. You were embarrassed at times by how much you craved him, often having to avoid his gaze the morning after your pleasured yourself to thoughts of him. If he’d noticed the way you refused to look him in the eyes until later in the day, he hadn’t said anything to you about it and didn’t act any differently around you.

Now, exactly a year after you first met one another, you were preparing for yet another party. Victoria had invited you and had even insisted on you staying at the estate for a while after, three weeks to be exact. It would be the longest that you’d visited, not that you were complaining. You could never complain at getting to spend more time with Ralph, even if that meant it would be three weeks of you endlessly pining after him while forcing yourself to maintain the friendship you had. You’d endure it as long as you got to see that beautiful, boyish smile of his.

When you arrived the morning of party day, Ralph eagerly greeted you as you stepped out of the carriage. He was quick to pull you into a tight embrace, beaming from ear to ear.

“Oh, Y/N, how I’ve missed you so! I couldn’t sleep a wink last night thinking about you,” he said as he pulled back, his hands lingering on your arms for a brief moment.

“I’ve missed you to, Ralph. Ever since Victoria’s letter arrived in the post, I’ve been preparing for the party. Father even bought me a new outfit for the occasion. I can’t wait for you to see it later tonight.”

Ralph bent his arm at the elbow and held it out for you. “Darling, you’re going to look absolutely marvellous. I daresay you’ll be the most beautiful lady there.”

You laced your arm through his and tried to ignore the way your stomach fluttered at how the pet name rolled off his tongue so easily. It was something he’d started calling you two or three months ago now and you still somehow hadn’t managed to get over how much you adored that you were the one he addressed in such a way. He didn’t even call his own twin sister darling. You assumed it was because of how close you’d grown as friends, the two of you inseparable whenever you stayed at the estate.

You didn’t know it then, but that night you were going to realise how wrong you were.

***

As always, the party downstairs was busy and buzzing with conversation and jazz music. You hadn’t meant to be late heading down into the ballroom, but you wanted to make sure you looked absolutely perfect before making your entrance. Even though you knew Ralph wouldn’t see you any differently, a tiny part of you hoped that he would notice and perhaps change his perspective of you from just friend to something more. It wasn’t a scandalous outfit by any means, but the way black skirt hugged your curves and stopped at the ankles to reveal stocking clad legs and black heels certainly made you feel like you looked scandalous. Partnered with the loose white blouse tucked into the waistline and the delicate gold necklace hanging around your neck that your mother gave you, you prayed that you looked both elegant and appealing enough to grab his attention. With one final look at yourself in the mirror, applying another layer of lipstick anxiously, you finally left the guest room and made your way downstairs and to the ballroom.

You immediately spotted Victoria with her friends and waved, smiling when she returned the gesture happily and took a sip of champagne from her glass. You politely said hello to the familiar faces that were in attendance and weaved your way through the crowd to sit at yours and Ralph’s usual table. He was nowhere to be seen, but you thought nothing of it as you took your seat and scanned the room to try and spot him. The butler brought over your own glass of champagne for you, and you thanked him before taking a sip and resuming your search for your best friend. When your eyes finally did land on him, you deflated a little at seeing him standing beside his father. He looked terribly bored as he listened to him droning on and on with another guest, glancing around the room. You beamed when his eyes finally landed on you and wiggled your fingers at him, feeling a rush of happiness when he waved back to you. You hoped you’d get to speak to him and have at least one dance with him before the end of the night.

A tap on the shoulder pulled your focus away from him and you turned your head to see an unfamiliar man standing before you. He looked to be about the same age as you and Ralph, his hair dirty blonde curls and a narrower jawline than you friend’s. He had a nice smile, you supposed, but it was nothing compared to Ralph’s.

“I was wondering, my lady, if you would care to dance?” he asked, holding out his hand for you to take. You were ready to decline and say no, but when you glanced back and saw that Ralph had now been roped into the conversation with his father you sighed and turned back to the stranger.

“Why not? It would be my pleasure,” you told him politely as you rose and took his hand. You allowed him to lead you to the dancefloor and forced yourself to keep smiling so that you wouldn’t embarrass Ralph or his family. Even though you weren’t a member of the household, you still felt obligated to uphold the image they cared about so much because of how often you found yourself staying at the estate. It was like a second home to you now, and as such you were going to treat it and the family as such.

“So,” the man in front of you said as you started to dance. “I hear you’re a frequent guest of the Penburys’. Would I be correct in assuming that you and the young Mr Penbury are courting, my lady?”

You felt your heart sink in your chest. “While I may be a guest here often, you would be incorrect in that assumption. Ralph and I are just friends.”

Your heart sank even more at the way he lit up at that. “Oh really? A woman as pretty as you? Does that mean you’re open to courting others, perhaps?”

“I’m flattered, but I –”

“Why don’t I take you out to dinner sometime? There’s a delightful restaurant that I’m sure you’ll love.”

Your patience was beginning to wear thin. “As lovely as that sounds, I’m afraid I will have to decline.”

“But why?” he asked, making you grit your teeth behind your smile. “Are you already promised to another man?”

“No. I would just rather –”

His hand gripped your hip a little tighter and you started to feel uncomfortable at his persistence. “Won’t you please give me a chance, my lady? I’m sure you’ll find me to adequate company, and I can offer a lot of money to someone like you.”

You stopped dating then and dropped your hands, stepping away from him. “I’m sorry, my lord, but I would rather die alone than spend my life with you. I have tried to tell you that I’m not interested, but still, you persist and ignore me. Now please move out of the way if you would be so kind. I need some fresh air.”

Unwilling to wait for a response, you pushed past him and made your way out of the back of the estate and into the gardens, hugging yourself as you stood in the cold. You knew that you might have negatively impacted the Penburys’ reputation and good standing by being rude, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you’d wanted was to spend the night dancing and laughing with your best friend, and instead you’d been forced to leave the party just to escape that stupidly persistent man. You weren’t naïve; you knew that there were men out there who weren’t like Ralph and treated women more like objects of their desire as opposed to real people just as worthy of their respect as other men were. In fact, you thought yourself to be rather lucky that Ralph wasn’t like the others. He was sweet and kind and treated you like an equal, never once forcing himself on you or presuming that you were interested in him just because he was a rich man that lived in a fancy estate.

Assuming the footsteps you heard behind you belonged to that man from the party, you didn’t bother to turn around and continued to stare out over the vast gardens. You forced yourself to maintain a neutral facial expression as you prepared yourself to be bombarded once again with questions asking you to court him and why you were turning him down. If you weren’t so concerned about sullying the Penburys’ reputation and upsetting Ralph, you’d turn around and give him a piece of your mind. Perhaps you’d even give him a good knee to the –

“Darling? Are you alright?”

Thank God, it was Ralph.

You gave him a small smile as you turned your head to look at him. “Of course I am. How are you enjoying the party so far? From the looks of it, this could be your most successful party to date.”

Maybe you’d been hoping that your question would be a distraction so that you wouldn’t have to tell him what was wrong. Unfortunately, you weren’t so fortunate.

“You’re trying to change the subject,” he stated, his tone stern. “I saw you leave. Did something happen in there?”

“It’s nothing. I just needed some air.”

You gasped when he grasped both of your hands in his, staring into your eyes with determination.

“Please, don’t lie to me. There’s something else going on here and don’t think I haven’t noticed it. There are times when you won’t even look at me, times where you seem sad and distant, and then you lie about it and say that everything is fine. How am I supposed to help you if you won’t tell me anything?”

A sigh left your lips. Of course he’d noticed. He was much more perceptive than everyone else gave him credit for, including you apparently. The hurt expression on his face had you tearing up as you looked down at your joined hands. He was always noticing things, why wouldn’t he have noticed that his best friend was acting differently?

A choked laugh left your lips when he dropped your hands to wipe away your tears once you’d lifted your head, his fingers leaving tingles in their wake.

“Come,” he cooed, “let us go up to my room. There’s more privacy there and we won’t be interrupted. Then you can tell me what’s truly on your mind.”

You didn’t have the strength in you to decline and feed him another lie. So, you allowed him to tentatively take hold of your wrist and lead you back into the house. You caught a quick glimpse of the man you’d left behind on the dancefloor as you passed the ballroom, grateful that he seemed to be preoccupied with dancing with some other unfortunate woman.

The lock clicking once you were both in Ralph’s room made you release a breath you’d been subconsciously holding in, the sounds from the party downstairs dulled and muffled. You watched as the younger Penbury twin lit a few candles before he returned to you, sitting on the mattress and motioning for you to join him. You hesitated momentarily then decided that it would probably do more harm to shut him out than let him in and took a seat beside him.

Ralph cleared his throat. “So… um… well…”

“Yes?” you asked, gazing at him and watching in amusement as he shifted uncomfortably.

“Yes. Well. It has come to my attention that for a few months now you’ve been a bit off with me. I want to know what it is I’ve done that’s upset you.”

Your heart broke a little at his words. “Oh, Ralph, you’ve done nothing to upset me whatsoever. In fact, you’ve been a true and wonderful friend. The best friend I could ever ask for.”

“Then what is it? What’s been making you so sad? Has Victoria said something to you?” The touch of panic with his last question had you frowning.

“No, she’s not said a word about you. Was she supposed to have said something?”

His face grew a little paler. “Ah, no! Not at all. Forget I said that. Besides, we’re supposed to be focussing on you here, not me.”

“What is it that you think Victoria has said to me? Is there something wrong that you’re not telling me?”

“Y/N –”

“Ralph.”

“– please just tell me what’s going on. I’ve been worried these past few months that I’ve done something to hurt or aggrieve you and even now I still fear that I’ve chased you away somehow. Just tell me what it is so that we can talk about it and sort it out.”

You ran your hands down your face, not caring if it ruined your makeup anymore. You always knew that eventually you’d have to have this conversation with him, you just hoped for a while that maybe it wouldn’t need to happen because either you or he would find a partner and you could move on. However, nobody could even hold a candle to Ralph, so you never tried all that hard to find somebody else and he was just never interested in anyone. Now, as you sat on his bed keeping him away from his own party, you chose to just lay all of your cards on the table and hope that he would still want to be friends after this.

“Sometimes… sometimes it hurts to be around you, Ralph,” you started, staring straight ahead. “From the day we met last year – a year ago today, in fact – you’ve treated me with nothing but kindness and respect. You bring such joy and happiness into my life that I am unable to imagine a life without you in it. But then I had to go and spoil it all by developing feelings for you and thinking of you in ways that I shouldn’t. There are times when I can’t even look at you because I know that the thoughts I have about you would make you recoil in disgust and then I wouldn’t have my best friend anymore. I never intended to make you feel like you’d done something wrong. I also never intended for you to know about these feelings because I know you have no interest in courting or romance and I didn’t want to make things awkward between us. You matter too much to me for me to throw away a friendship so dear to me, but now I can no longer keep my feelings locked away because I’ve been hurting you by doing so. I hope that you can forgive me one day for that.”

The silence that met your words almost hurt more than if he were to shout at you and tell you to leave and never return. At least if he yelled it would be a response that told you how he was feeling and thinking. You weren’t sure how long you both sat there in silence until you heard a sniffle. You turned your head and felt a pang of guilt when you saw that Ralph was crying.

“Oh, Ralph, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Please don’t cry,” you said, taking his face in yours to wipe away his tears and being met with an expression you never expected to see in response to your confession.

Ralph was beaming.

His shaking hands rested on top of yours as he turned his head slightly to kiss both palms. “How could I ever be disgusted by you, darling? You could never do anything to change how I feel about you. Here I was, scared that I’d somehow scared you away, and all this time you’ve been hiding how you truly feel to try and save a friendship that didn’t need to be saved. How long have you been suffering in silence like this?”

“A few months now. It started after I began visiting more frequently. We spent so much time together that it felt almost inevitable, but I was sure that you didn’t feel the same way,” you told him, a part of you still trying not to keep your hopes up.

Your best friend brought your hands down into his lap, thumbs caressing the skin. “Truth be told, Y/N, I’ve been feeling the same way since we first met at that party. I overheard Victoria and her friends talking about you and I was intrigued, so I begged her to invite you so that we could perhaps become friends. Then we started talking and you were so genuinely interested in getting to know me as a person and not as some rich boy, and I realised that you were special. Do you know how many women have tried to get to know me because they know that my family and I are wealthy? But you were different. You were interested in me and not my monetary worth, which meant more to me than I can express. I knew then that you would be the only one for me until the end of time.”

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you took in Ralph’s words. You almost couldn’t believe it. Was he really admitting that he reciprocated your feelings towards him? This wasn’t a dream, was it? Perhaps you were still at home and fast asleep and would wake up to the bitterness of disappointment.

“Y/N,” Ralph said, his cheeks flushed. “Would it be too forward for me to ask for your permission to kiss you? I’ve never… you know…”

You gently placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in slightly, careful not to spook him. “I have thought about kissing you many times over these past months. If you wish to kiss me, I’ll be more than happy to kiss you back.”

As Ralph slowly leaned in so that your lips were almost touching, you remained as still as you could, wanting him to feel reassured that he was the one in control and could back out if he wasn’t ready or comfortable kissing you. When he finally closed the distance and his lips pressed softly against yours, you closed your eyes. You hesitantly moved your lips against his, mouths sliding innocently over one another as he tried his best to kiss you back. The fingers of one of his hands gently pressed against the back of your head to hold you in place while the other rested on your knee. Your free hand that wasn’t cupping his face took hold of his bow tie and lightly pulled, making him gasp against you.

When he broke the kiss, your eyes fluttered open to see that his cheeks were still flushed pink and his lips were a little swollen. He was panting a little as he gazed at you through his lashes.

“Did you like that, Ralphie?” you asked, the nickname slipping out before you could stop it.

He let out a quiet, high-pitched whine at the name. “Call me that again. Please.”

You smiled at the neediness in his voice. “Ralphie. My darling Ralphie. Did you enjoy our kiss?”

“I did.” His tongue ran over his bottom lip. “Please… please could I kiss you again?”

Without saying another word, you talk the initiative to kiss him this time. Even though he was inexperienced, and this was only his second kiss, he was a little more confident and his thumb stroked your knee over your skirt, his lips moving with yours. You bravely swiped your tongue against his lips and took the opportunity when he gasped to slide it into his mouth. He tasted faintly of champagne and strawberries, his tongue roaming your mouth as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to do with it. You tangled your fingers into his hair, ruining the meticulous way he’d styled it for the party, and smiled against him when you heard him moan at your gentle tugging. When he pulled away from you a second time, a small line of spit connected both of your mouths.

“Y/N, I feel a bit…” Ralph said, trailing off as he looked away bashfully.

“Is everything okay? Was that too much?” you asked as you removed your hands from his hair and leaned back to give him some more space. He moved is hands to his lap and stared down at his legs.

“No, it was wonderful,” he replied. “I just feel a bit… funny.”

You frowned at him, trying to decipher what he meant, and glanced down at his hands, quickly realising what he meant from where he’d positioned them.

“Don’t stare! It’s embarrassing and a lady like you shouldn’t have to see this.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Ralph, with all due respect, seeing it will have no effect on my feelings for you. It’s perfectly natural for your body to react that way and to feel ‘funny’. Sometimes I feel ‘funny’ too when I think about you if you understand what I’m saying?”

If Ralph was blushing before, he was now completely red. He hid his face in the crook of your neck and you giggled as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“I don’t want you to think that I’m being… inappropriate, darling,” he mumbled against your skin.

You cupped his face and moved him so that you were looking him in the eye. “Sweetie, I promise I will tell you if you ever make me feel uncomfortable or if I think you’re being inappropriate towards me. And I would hope that you would do the same for me too.”

He nodded his head, his big brown eyes wide when you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Now,” you said, “will you please remove your hands? You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable doing so, but I’d like to see what effect I have on you. Women like knowing that their partner is aroused by them.”

He cringed when you said the word ‘aroused’ but did eventually remove his hands and placed them at his sides on the mattress. You waited for a moment to make sure he was okay with you looking and then glanced down to find that he was already tenting his trousers. While he likely wasn’t fully erect, you could tell he was straining against the fabric. You watched his face as you slowly brought a hand to his tent and gently applied pressure. He gasped and tilted his head back, his breath huffing out in pants as you began to palm him, grinding your hand down to create friction.

“God, Y/N, p-please,” he choked out.

You stopped moving your hand for a moment. “Please what, Ralphie? What is it you want?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

Your lips ghosted along his jawline. “Do you want me to continue? Or do you want me to stop?”

“Please don’t stop. But maybe… maybe you could… take my trousers off?” The last part came out as more of a squeak, making you smile and hum against his skin before you stood up and motioned for him to do the same. Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle and yanked it out of the loops on his trousers before you set about unbuttoning and unzipping them. Before he could say anything more, you were on your knees and pulling down both his trousers and underwear just enough so that his hardened cock was freed and standing to attention level with your lips.

“Oh, sweetie, look how hard you are. If I’d known this was the effect I had on you, I would have told you my feelings sooner,” you told him, teasing him a little as you looked up at him and fluttered your eyelashes.

Ralph spluttered and covered his face with his hands. “Please stop.”

You giggled and gave his tip a gentle kiss, making him jolt with a quiet yelp. “Sorry, Ralphie. Tell me at any point if I go too far or you want to stop, okay?”

You waited for Ralph to give you a ‘yes’ before you took hold of him at his base and pressed another kiss to his tip. You sucked it into your mouth gently, your tongue dipping into the slit to taste the salty precum that was already leaking from him. He mewled as you slowly moved your fist up and down along his cock while you gave the head some love, your tongue swirling around it as you sucked it. One of his hands rested on the top of your head and you glanced at his face, his other hand covering his mouth as he watched you. His pupils were dilated as he kept his sights trained on you. You took a little more of him into your mouth as you observed him, a muffled moan barely audible over the dulled sounds of the ongoing party.

“Let me hear you, Ralph. I want to hear how good you feel,” you encouraged him as you pulled your lips off his dick with a quiet pop.

“But it’s embarrassing,” he replied, removing his hand all the same.

You continued to jerk him off as you pressed your lips to the underside of his cock. “If you don’t feel comfortable with it then that’s alright. I just want you to know that no sound you make could ever be embarrassing to me. I thought a lot about the kinds of sounds you’d make in this kind of situation, and never once did I think to myself that it would be embarrassing to hear them.”

His breaths came out in huffs. “Do you promise?”

“I promise, sweetie. Everything about you is beautiful, and I know any noises you make will be beautiful too.”

You placed him back in your mouth, taking half of him in this time and bobbing your head as you sucked. The groan that left Ralph’s lips as he stroked your hair made you squeeze your thighs together, desperate to feel even the tiniest bit of friction. You continued pumping his cock in time with the movement of your head, spit running down your chin while your tongue rubbed against a vein on the underside of his cock. His free hand squeezed your shoulder and his hips jerked forward when your teeth gently grazed against him.

“Ah, Y/N… feels so good, please go faster,” he rasped above you.

Obediently, your head bobbed a little faster and you dropped your hand to take him as far into your mouth as you could. You gagged when he hit the back of your throat and he yanked your hair.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to pull. Your mouth just…” Ralph’s words trailed off as he whined, his legs starting to shake.

“My mouth just what? Use your words, Ralphie.” Your hand was back to pumping him quickly as you pulled your mouth off him, squeezing his tip each time your hand reached it.

“Mouth feels s-so amazing. My body feels all tight and hot when you touch me like that.”

You lapped his dripping head with a hum. “I’m glad. Would you like my mouth around your cock again, Ralphie?”

His hips were rocking into your touch as he shook his head. “Don’t want to make a mess of you. Please…”

You immediately stopped what you were doing and rose to your feet, wiping your hands on some tissues from a box beside his bed from the last time you visited. He’d been sick at the time, locked up in his room and moaning in pain a lot.

Wait…

You smiled as it clicked in your head, but you decided not to mention it to him, not wanting him to feel embarrassed or ashamed. It was a discussion that could wait for another time. For now, you returned to Ralph and placed a soft but wet kiss on his cheek, wrapping your arms around his waist in an embrace that he reciprocated.

“Y/N?”

“Mm?”

He was quiet for a moment before he spoke up once more. “Do you think we could… oh, I’m not sure how to put it! I’m not all that experienced with relationships and… s-sex.”

You leaned back and kissed the tip of his nose. “Sweetie, are you trying to ask me if I want to have sex with you?”

He nodded his head swiftly, the tips of his ears flushed.

“I need you to use your words for me, okay? If you don’t use your words then I won’t know what you want, will I?”

Ralph took a deep breath. “Please could we have sex?”

You rewarded him with a kiss. “Good boy. Yes, we can indeed have sex. Do you have any protection?”

He frowned. “Protection?”

“Yes.” You sat down on the edge of his bed, leaning back. “Something that’ll stop me getting pregnant. Neither of us are ready to bring a child into the world, especially out of wedlock. Maybe Victoria will have some in her room?”

Ralph tucked himself back into his underwear and trousers, still hard, and promised you he’d be right back before he took off to his twin’s room. While you waited for him, you removed your blouse and skirt, placing your shoes neatly by the side of the bed. You were about to take your stockings off when he re-entered the bedroom, frozen in front of the now closed door with a box in his hand. His eyes widened as he drank in the sight before him: you, laying on his bed in just your undergarments.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” you asked him, snapping him out of his trance.

He nodded as he approached, holding up the box. “Um, yes. It turns out she has quite a few of them.”

Once he was stood in front of you, you sat up and placed a leg on either side of his so that he was standing between them. You boldly took hold of him by the bet loops and pulled him until he fell on top of you, your back hitting the covers while he kept himself propped up on his elbows.

“Are you sure you definitely want this?” you asked him, staring into his wide brown eyes.

His breath tickled your lips. “Yes. Do you? I don’t want you to think that we have to just because you… you know…”

“Ralph.” You made sure you maintained eye contact as you spoke. “I’ve wanted this for a while now. I've never been surer of anything in my life.”

He grinned at your response. However, before he could kiss you, you held a finger up to his lips.

“Before we start, what position would you feel most comfortable in? Would you rather I be on top or you?”

Ralph bit his lip in thought for a moment. “Could you, um, be on top, please? You seem to know what you’re doing more than I do and I don’t want to hurt you.”

With a reassuring kiss, you pushed him off you and made him lie down on the bed against his pillows. You pulled down his trousers and underwear, allowing him to lift his hips for you, and tossed them behind you to join the rest of your clothes. Your underwear and stockings were quick to join them, your body no longer concealed by fabric. You gave his cock a brief stroke, smiling at the broken moan that escaped him, and removed his blazer. Once that was on the floor too, you removed his bow tie and began to slowly unbutton his shirt, your fingers teasingly brushing against his chest. Once he was fully naked, you took in the sight of him beneath you and gave his thigh a squeeze.

“Oh, Ralphie,” you cooed, “you’re so beautiful. Such a pretty boy beneath all of those clothes. It’s criminal that you have to hide so much of it away from me.”

He whimpered at your words and ran a hand through his hair. “Do you truly mean that?”

“Of course, sweetie.” You leaned over him as you started to place kisses on his neck. His hands rushed to grip your hips as you littered his throat and chest with kisses, tiny remnants of your lipstick left behind in your wake. His words caught in his throat as he gazed down at you. When you reached his groin, you sat up and took the box off him, opening it and carefully pulling out a condom. It was thick and didn’t feel too pleasant, but you much preferred that to an unplanned pregnancy and becoming a social pariah.

Ralph cleared his throat. “It won’t hurt, will it?”

You frowned. “What? Putting this on? It shouldn’t hurt, no.”

“No, no, no.” He licked his lips. “I meant when we… you know… when we do it.”

You couldn’t help but smile and place a soft, wet kiss to his thigh. “Having sex shouldn’t hurt. It may feel a little odd for you at first though seeing as this is your first time. We’ll take it nice and slow, and you can tell me to stop at any moment. Even if we’re both close to finishing, if you tell me to stop, I’m more than happy to stop. I promise.”

As he finally, fully relaxed, he nodded to you reassuringly and you gradually rolled the condom down his cock until he was fully sheathed. You gave him an experimental stroke as you glanced up at his face.

“How does that feel?”

“Good,” he replied, his voice breathy.

Satisfied that he was comfortable, you straddled his hips and hovered over his erection, gently gliding the tip through your slick folds. “You’ll need to tell me when you’re ready, Ralphie. I won’t put you inside me if I’m not completely certain, so I need you to use your words.”

“Please keep going, darling. Please. I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. Just put me in, please.”

At the sound of his begging, you began to insert his dick inside of you, slowly sinking onto him before stopping halfway. He was already unleashing high-pitched groans and whines, his hands fisting the duvet cover. You gently rose yourself up so that he was slipping out of you and then sank back down onto him again, stopping at the halfway point once more. Your head tilted back as you repeated your actions, trying to get Ralph used to the sensation before trying to sit down on him fully. You listened to his shuddering breaths and moans, feeling him move as he arched his back off the bed.

“F-feels so good, Y/N. You’re squeezing me,” he sobbed, making you look down at him. His knuckles were white as he gripped the sheets tightly and his face was scrunched up as he closed his eyes.

You stopped moving and took hold of both of his hands. “Hey, pretty boy. Can you open your eyes for me?”

At the sound of your cooed request, he did as you asked and swallowed thickly as he watched you smile down at him.

“Relax for me. Use your hands to guide how fast or slow you want me to go. And keep your eyes open. I want you to be able to see what you do to me, okay?”

He nodded. “Sorry. You just feel amazing. Feels better than my hand. Definitely better than my pillow.”

You moaned at his words, gently moving down so that his cock was inside you completely. “You used your pillow while thinking of me, Ralphie?”

“I did,” he confessed. “Sometimes my hand wasn’t enough, so I’d hump my pillow thinking about how you might feel around me.”

You started to ride him slowly, Ralph’s hands dictating the pace. Each time he was completely sheathed inside you, you felt him graze against your inner walls. He squeezed your hips with each movement, and you gazed down at his face, cheeks burning hot as you saw the way he eagerly watched you gliding up and down his dick and the way your arousal made him glisten.

“Did you ever think about me riding you like this?” you asked, your voice husky.

“Fu- I did, darling. I imagined the way your boobs would jiggle if you went faster. It made me finish too quickly sometimes.”

You allowed him to bounce you in his lap a little faster, the two of you groaning at the sounds of squelching emanating from where your bodies met. You rocked against him each time your hips met, savouring the way he mewled and rolled his own up against you to try and get impossibly deeper.

“Mm, your cock feels so good inside me Ralph. Wish we’d done this sooner,” you purred, watching with glee as his eyes snapped up to your face, drool beginning to leak from the corner of his lips and down to his chin.

“M-me too. You’re squeezing me so fucking good, I won’t last much longer,” he cried, his eyes beginning to water.

Wanting to cum with him, you took hold of one of his hands and began guiding his fingers in rubbing your clit. The sensation immediately sent what felt like a jolt of electricity through your body. You rode him faster, clenching your walls around him as you leaned down to capture his lips in a brief kiss.

“Can you – ah – keep moving your hand like that if I let go?” you asked, unable to hold back the moan that cut through your words.

“Yes, anything for you, Y/N.”

You began to suck and nip at his neck, the hand that had been showing him what to do tangling itself in his hair. His finger continued to circle your clit and his free hand moved so that his arm was draped over your lower back.

“Say my name again,” you whispered into his ear.

He shuddered. “Y/N. Y/N, I’m going to –”

His hips jerked up into you as he wept, his chest arching against yours as he came inside the condom. Your climax soon followed, and you chanted out words of praise intermingled with his name, his fingers still moving against your clit but the movement sloppy.

You both lay there in that position for a while after, his hand removed from your bundle of nerves as you kissed the back of it. He gently removed himself from inside you and you fell so that you were laying on your side and facing him while he remained on his back. Your fingers delicately traced up and down his chest, grounding him as he came down from his high. When he eventually turned his head to look at you, you gave him a sweet smile and kissed him.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” you asked, somewhat self-conscious that he perhaps hadn’t liked it as much as you did.

His arms wrapped around you and pulled you so that your head was laying on his chest. “That was amazing. Perfect. I didn’t know that it could feel so… so…”

“Amazing?”

“Mm.”

You cuddled up to him but glanced up when you heard him sniffling. You sat up, worried that he was already regretting what had happened, but you felt a warmth flood your chest at the smile that adorned his beautiful face. He gazed up at you in awe, his eyes taking in every inch of you that he could see.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, reaching up a hand to caress your face.

You leaned your head into the touch, kissing his palm. “I love you too, Ralphie. With all my heart.”

Almost as if only just remembering, Ralph rose to his feet and removed the condom, tying a knot in it and walking on wobbly legs over to the bin to dispose of it. Once he returned to you, he lay back down on the bed and pulled you down to hold one another. The two of you eventually drifted off like that, the party downstairs abandoned and forgotten about.

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My Sweet Boy

Being a close friend of the Penbury twins, you had received an invitation to their birthday party, it promised jazz, booze and drugs aplenty. You had been infatuated with Ralph from the moment you met the boisterous man, but never acted on it… until tonight.

Minors DNI

Contains: Virgin!Ralph X Reader, Mentions Of Drinking, Alludes To Drug Use, Oral (Male And Female Receiving), Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Pet Names (Sweet Boy, Baby, My Love)

You see him from across the room sipping on his drink, sitting all alone, ignored by most of the partygoers but happy nonetheless. It was very rude of all the guests to be ignoring him, it was his birthday as much as Victoria’s. You excuse yourself from your table and the conversation continues without you.

You approach him with a smile, “Could I have the honour of a dance with the birthday boy?”

“Yes!” He yelps enthusiastically, before composing himself and continuing more calmly, “Yes, of course you may.” He drops his glass onto the table and leaps to his feet offering you his hand.

You giggle and take his outstretched hand. After a few steps you notice a clacking emanating from his feet.

“Are you... are you wearing tap shoes?” You glance down at them.

“Yes! Aren’t they wizard?” He grins broadly and you look up at him only to find his grin fading into a more serious expression.

You’d do anything to bring that bright smile back, “Oh, Ralphie they are absolutely wizard.”

His grin slowly reappears, “You really think so?” He asks hopefully.

“Of course. They are just perfect, very you.”

“And that’s a good thing, right?” He asks tentatively.

“Yes, being yourself is a very good thing.” You assure him, leaning into him as the pair of you twirl around to the music.

After a few turns of the dance floor the pair of you stumble back to his seat, drinks in hand.

“Oh, Ralph that was fun.” You breathe out with a smile taking a seat beside him, “I hope you’re enjoying your big day.”

“Today has been simply splendid, best birthday in years.” He beams back at you.

“I’m glad. Cheers.” You lift your glass to his clinking them together and taking a sip.

He gives a little hiccup before venturing boldly, “There’s only one thing that could make tonight even better.”

“Yeah, what’s that sweet boy?”

“A kiss for the birthday boy…” He trails off, hope tinging his voice.

You hesitate he’s definitely tipsy, possibly drunk, among other things. You’ve never seen him this bold before. In your hesitation he’s backpedaling, avoiding your eyes, flushing with embarrassment, “I mean you don’t have to. I was just… I was being silly. Must be the drink...”

You press a finger to his lips, silencing him and his eyes widen snapping back to you.

“Shhhh… sweet boy, if you want a kiss, I’ll gladly give it.”

He’s offering you his cheek, expecting a simple peck, but you grasp his chin tilting his face towards you as you press your lips into his gently. He gasps into your mouth and you take advantage of that, deepening the kiss, sliding your tongue over his. His eyes widen for a moment before fluttering closed, you swallow up his little moans greedily before breaking apart, the pair of you gasping for air.

“Wow… was that… did that just happen, or am I dreaming?” He sighs.

You giggle, “Not dreaming, Ralphie. Do you often dream of kissing me?”

“Oh, all the time. I dream of kissing you all over… especially down there.” His eyes drift down between your thighs.

You gasp, “Ralph! My goodness where did that come from?”

He’s averting his gaze again, red as a tomato and stumbling over his words, “I’m s-sorry, that was very forward of m-me. D-Don’t kn-know what came over me. Please f-forgive me.”

You place a hand on his knee and he stiffens, staring down at it.

“Sweet boy, I think maybe we should get you upstairs to sleep it off a little. How does that sound, hmmm?”

He pouts and whines back at you like a petulant child, “But it’s still early, I don’t want to miss out on the party.”

You rub circles into his leg, “Look at me, Ralphie.”

He does so a little reluctantly, “Just twenty minutes and then you can come back down. Does that sound fair to you?”

“Only if you come with me.” He continues to pout at you.

“Ok, I’ll come with you.” You conceded standing and offering your hand.

He takes it and you pull him to his feet, leading him up the stairs.

“Remind me again, which way to your bedroom?” You prompt him and he points out the way.

“Here we are.” You say softly, depositing him on his ornate, plush bed. He sits, falling back almost immediately with a sigh, eyes closing contentedly. You move to take off his shoes, slipping them off one at a time and placing them to the side. You stand leaning over him and remove his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders, it pools beneath his back. You grab an arm, “Come on, lean forward a little… yes, that’s it.”

You pull the jacket out from under him and turn to hang it over the bedpost. When you look back at him, he’s curling up on the edge of the bed bringing his legs up to join him.

You brush a hand across his forehead, sweeping away wisps of his curly hair. “Ok, I’ll be back in twenty minutes, alright?”

He hums in response and you turn to leave, but his hand darts out grabbing your wrist. You turn back to him to see him gazing up at you, “Please stay.” He mumbles.

“Alright, move over.”

He scrambles back into the middle of the bed and you toe off your shoes joining him on the bed.

He closes his eyes again for a moment, before peeking through a cracked lid, “Could you… would you… hold me? I promise I won’t try anything… unseemly.”

“Of course, I can sweet boy.” You pull him into your arms and he sighs, relaxing into you.

He’s dozing off in moments, listening to his gentle breaths calms you and you find yourself drifting off too.

You wake to the feel of something pressing into your back, you must have rolled over at some point. Your back is to Ralph, his arms still tangled around you holding you close, your dress twisted and gathered up to your waist. You feel him shifting against you, grinding his hard length into your plump ass sloppily in his sleep, his head resting on your shoulder, panting in your ear.

A soft moan escapes your lips and you feel a wetness gathering between your thighs. You’re debating whether or not you should wake him when his next thrust forces his thick cock between your legs to rub against your clothed, rapidly dampening folds. He repeats this motion a few times, nudging at the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. You whine out his name and he begins to stir, hips coming to a sudden stop as he realises what he’s doing.

He gasps, recoiling from your warmth, “Oh god. Oh god I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

You roll over to face him, “It’s ok, Ralphie. I was rather enjoying that, actually.”

“You were?” He gapes at you incredulously.

“Yes… and if you feel like you’ve sobered up, maybe we can continue…” you offer.

He chokes in response, can’t believe what he’s hearing.

You rub your palm over his chest, “Hey, deep breaths now ok…” he complies and you continue, “Is that something you want?”

He nods his head vigorously, you chuckle at his enthusiasm. You trail your hand down his chest, hooking your fingers on the buttons of his vest popping them open as you go. You slide the vest over his shoulders, your hands lingering there for a moment looking deep into his eyes.

He stares back longingly, “Kiss me.” He sighs pressing his forehead to your own. You comply with his request pressing your lips to his gently as you move to loosen his bowtie. He kisses you back soft and sweet and gentle, if a bit clumsy. You continue undressing him, undoing the buttons on his shirt letting it hang open loosely.

When you break away his eyes are clouded with lust and he’s puffing softly. He tugs on the fabric of your dress, “Not fair…” he mumbles, “you gotta take this off too.”

You toss his shirt across the room before collecting the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head. You toss that aside too, laying there in your lacy, white undergarments.

He drinks in the view, before reaching out hesitantly, hands hovering over you, “Can I… can I touch?”

“Of course, you can, Ralphie.” You sigh.

His hands come to rest on the swell of your breast, palming you gently. His exploratory fingers find one of your nipples and he rolls it between them experimentally. You whine in response, a fresh wave of arousal flooding your panties.

He tugs on the straps of your bra, soft fingers explore the band searching for a way to release you from the silky fabric.

“How… how does this come off?” He asks shyly.

“Here, let me.” You brush his hands away undoing the lacing and pulling it free from your chest.

He gasps at the sight of your naked breasts, hands coming back up to cup them, squeezing them a little more firmly this time.

His head leans forward hesitating yet again before looking to you for approval, “Can I-”

You cut him off with a breathy moan, “Yes.”

His tongue darts out flicking at your nipple before he’s placing open-mouthed kisses all over your chest.

You press your hand into him running it down his abdomen, to rest against his bulging crotch. He presses his hips into your palm with a groan.

“Want me to take off your pants, sweet boy?” You mumble into his hair.

“Oh god, please.” He whines back desperately.

You undo the zip and slide his pants down his legs slowly, gazing up at him watching as he takes shaky breaths closing his eyes.

“If you need me to stop or slow down at any point just know that is perfectly fine, ok?” You assure him.

“Mhmm.” He hums in response, nodding his head.

You pull his underwear down before shimmying out of your own, admiring his impressive, weeping cock as it juts out proudly between his legs.

You roll him over onto his back and trail kisses down his neck, relishing in his little breathy moans. You pause at his nipple, flicking at it with your tongue teasingly and he gasps, hips bucking up. You continue your journey down his torso, til you reach the junction of his hip, gazing up at him through your lashes. You hold him down by his thighs, his eyes are scrunched up tight, hands balled into fists by his sides, lips pursed with shallow, shaky breaths.

When you press a kiss to his flushed tip he almost jumps out of his skin. You hold on to him more firmly, restricting his movements. You run your tongue along the underside of his length a few times before coming back up to the tip easing your mouth on to it and swirling your tongue around it. “Fuck… oh god… oh god.” He yelps in a strung-out moan, his eyes snapping open. You take more and more of him in as his hips buck against you, fighting your grip. You keep him pinned to the mattress, slowly bobbing up and down, every little sound he makes fuelling your own desire.

“Wait! Wait, please!” He squeaks and you pull off his twitching length with a wet ‘pop’.

You lean back on your heels taking in his fucked-out appearance a strange sense of pride bubbling up in your chest that you were the one to have him like this, all breathy and whiney and desperate.

A wicked thought occurs to you and you hook your legs over his, “You wanna watch me touch myself, Ralphie?”

He lets out a strangled moan, “Y-yes, please,”

You start off slow, putting on a show, cupping your breasts in your palms, rolling and pinching your nipples. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp, before you take one hand and trail it down further to tangle into the hair at the cusp of your entrance.

Ralph watches your every movement intently, committing every action to memory. You drag the tips of your fingers through your slick folds, collecting the wetness before teasing at your clit.

Breathing rapidly as you roll your sensitive nub between your fingers in tandem with the hand at your breasts. You plunge two fingers into your dripping hole, alternating between thrusting them in and out, and rubbing at your clit.

The exhilaration mounts coiling in your belly, seeping into your limbs with a tingly sensation. “Oh, Ralph… I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum.”

He stares on in awe as you contort in pleasure, pressing your fingers into your swollen clit firmly. You clench around nothing before falling back panting heavily. You giggle and let out a sigh before sitting back up, grinning at him and his slack jawed expression.

“Do you think you’re ready to fuck me now?” You ask earnestly.

He lets out a strangled gasp before nodding eagerly. You grip him by the shoulders, rolling over dragging him with you so that he ends up pressed on top of you.

You look into his eyes expectantly, but he just hovers above you speechless.

“Uhhh… how do I… I don’t know how to start…” he manages to stutter out.

“That’s ok, just do whatever feels right and I can help you along the way,”

He nods nervously, before taking his cock in hand and rubbing it through your puffy labia. You jolt when his tip brushes against that sensitive bundle of nerves again and he stills abruptly. “Did I do something wrong? Are you alright?”

“My sweet boy, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just very sensitive right there.”

“Oh… ok, good… good to know.” He puffs out, before resuming his previous motions.

“Please, Ralph… I need more…” You whine up at him. “I need you inside.”

He lets out a shaky breath, “O-ok…” He mumbles, pushing against you more firmly.

“A little… a little lower.” You gasp

He follows your guidance and barely makes it inside you before you feel a warmth seeping over your folds, overflowing from your entrance where his flared head rests throbbing rhythmically.

Tears well in the corners of his eyes as his cock slips out of you. It leaves a messy, sticky strand running between the two of, connecting you briefly before breaking and pooling on the sheets beneath you. He collapses into your chest sobbing.

“Oh, that was a big one, wasn’t it, sweet boy?” You coo, stroking the back of his head gently.

He continues to cry shaking his head, you grow concerned, “Ralphie, are you ok?”

He whimpers in response, unable or unwilling to answer. “Hey, what’s wrong? Look at me.” You urge.

He refuses to look up, you ease his head back to look into his watery eyes.

“Please, Ralph tell me. What’s wrong?” You implore.

“I-I-I’m sorry… I couldn’t… I couldn’t… it was just too good. You felt too good. I couldn’t…”

“Oh baby, no no no. Stop that, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But… but I didn’t… it wasn’t good for you too. I know. I heard Victoria and her friends laughing and joking about one of her… suitors once. They called him the minute man, said he was lousy, couldn’t even last fifty seconds before he was blowing his load and rolling over. They were all saying how horrible it must have been.”

You interrupt his blubbering, “Ralphie, you were anything but horrible. I like that I can make you feel like that, and I know it was your first time. Every time isn’t going to be like that, it doesn’t have to be.”

“What if… what if it is though?” He sobs out.

“Even if it is there are other ways to please a lady and you’re a sweet, generous man. Just the fact that you’re this distraught by it means I know you’ll do everything you can to please your partner.” You attempt to reassure him.

He whimpers as you smooth over his curls with your hand.

You sit up and pull him into your lap so he’s straddling your thighs and bring his head to rest on your shoulder, “It’s ok, really.” You insist.

“You… you mean it?” He hiccups softly and you rub a hand over his back soothingly.

“Yes, of course I do.”

“But I ruined everything.”

“You didn’t ruin anything. Now if you want, I’ll give you a minute to calm down and then we can get back to making me feel good. How’s that?”

He pulls his head away from your shoulder to look at you, worrying his lip between his teeth before nodding his head in agreement. You continue to rub circles into his back as he takes soft, shaky breaths.

He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closing softly, small breaths puffing out from between his lips. You capture his lips between your own, kissing him in earnest, he relaxes into your touch and reciprocates. When he pulls away for air you press a hand to his chest, “Better?”

He opens his teary eyes and hums in response, “Yeah. Wanna focus on you now.”

“There’s my sweet boy.” You coo at him, your hand coming up to cup his cheek and he presses into it.

“Now I seem to recall you saying something about wanting to ‘kiss me down there’ is that something you still want to try?”

“Oh god, did I really say that?” He groans.

“Yep, and I think it’s a brilliant idea.” You stroke your thumb over his cheek.

“Yeah… I wanna.” He admits, eyes downcast bashfully.

“Need any help getting started?”

“I think… I think I’ll be ok. I can just do it like you did for me, right?” He looks to you for confirmation.

“Yeah, that should work just fine.” You agree.

He mimics your earlier actions, kissing along your neck working his way towards your wet heat, a little overzealously. Face buried between your thighs he licks a long stripe all the way from your dripping core to your clit, sucking up the remnants of his own release with a low groan.

He repeats this movement a few times before flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongue. You bury your hands into his curls with a pitchy moan and he grins against you. He sucks on that little bundle of nerves hard, you throw your head back with a whine.

“Use… hmmmm… use your fingers, pleeeaaaasee.”

He slips two fingers inside you, stretching them against your slick channel.

“Like this?” He mumbles against you.

“Yes Ralph, just like that!” You wail clamping down on his fingers and gushing around them as your legs tremble around his head, hips raising off the mattress.

Floating back down to Earth, you disentangle your hands from his head, letting them flop to your sides. He grins up at you, chin glistening with your fluids, “How was that?”

You manage to tilt your head down towards him to reply, “Oh, Ralphie you have no idea how goooood that was.”

You realise he’s been rutting into the mattress, and still is, his cock thick and hard once more.

“Looks like someone is ready to go again.” You giggle.

“Oh, uh… yeah looks like I am, aren’t I?” He responds sheepishly.

“What, you didn’t notice, sweet boy?” You tease.

“Actually, I kind of didn’t, was a little preoccupied with other things.” He confesses.

“Well, do you think you’re up for round two?”

You sense his hesitance and rush to reassure him, “Sweet boy, you will be amazing, this’ll make you feel soooo good. We can change it up a bit too. You trust me, right?”

He nods, “What do you have in mind?”

“Maybe I can be on top this time, be in control a little more.” You suggest.

He bites his lip, “O-ok, yeah.”

You grin at him encouragingly, “Perfect, now can I just get you on your back?”

He scrambles to comply, rolling to the side coming to rest on his back gazing at you eagerly.

“Good boy.” You hum at him and notice the slight shiver that passes through him.

You kneel beside him, moving to straddle him. Throwing one leg over him and resting on his thighs, you glance down at his messy cock, slick and glistening.

You grip the base of his shaft and it twitches slightly as you move to hover above it. You gaze into his eyes, gauging his reaction as you rub his tip through your folds.

“You ready?”

He looks up at you in awe, nodding speechlessly. You sink down on his length slowly, his whines like music to your ears. You groan taking more of him bit by bit until you’re fully seated against him, his cock throbbing against your walls. You sit like that for a moment allowing him to adjust to the sensation along with you.

“Move… please.” He whines from beneath you, resisting the urge to buck up into you.

You roll your hips ever so slightly, resting your hands on his shoulders.

“How’s that sweet boy?”

He groans in response, looking up at you reverently “Lovely… that’s lovely. More… please.”

You run your hands down his arms, to rest over his and guide them onto your hips. He grips them tight as you begin to bounce gently on top of him.

His hands loosen around your waist and venture up towards your breasts, caressing them gently.

“That’s it, such a good boy.” You croon.

He bites down on his lip with a whine, hips bucking up into yours. You drop a hand between your joined bodies, pinching and flicking at your clit as his grip on your breast shifts, fingers moving to toy with your nipples.

You flex your walls around him, enjoying the way he shudders. He’s leaning forward pressing his face to your chest with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, his hands moving to encircle you. You kiss the top of his head moaning encouragingly, “Please Ralphie, you’re doing so good for me.”

He spasms beneath you as you clench down on him again.

“Please, don’t… I can’t, it’s too much.” He whines against you pathetically.

“Just let go, it’s ok. Cum for me Ralph, please.” You beg into his curls.

Your words send him toppling over the edge, his cries jumbling together, “Oh… oh god! Yesyesyes… ungh…I love you.”

The feel of his warm, sticky release coating your walls has you spasming around him, milking his cock dry.

You collapse against him as he falls back into the mattress, both of you breathless.

“Happy birthday, Ralphie.” You sigh into his ear.

“Best birthday ever.” He mumbles back.

The two of you doze off once again wrapped up in each other.

“Ralph! Ralph where did you disappear to last night?!” Victoria calls down the halls. Flinging open Ralph’s bedroom door when she reaches it, rousing the two of you from your slumber.

“We’re all going to the market…” She continues, until she sees the pair of you entwined on the bed, “EWW THAT’S DISGUSTING! COVER YOURSELVES, PLEASE!” She shrieks, covering her face and turning away.

You giggle as Victoria storms back out of the room, it’s not like she was ever one to limit her public displays of affection and you were tucked up in bed behind closed doors.

“Good morning, sweet boy.” You kiss his forehead softly.

He mumbles groggily, “Mhhhh… morning, my love.”

“So… it sounds like we’re going to have the place to ourselves today… whatever shall we do?” You bat your eyelashes at him and he perks up instantly, pulling you into a clumsy kiss.

“Anything you want, my love.” He sighs.

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