#ralph timewasters smut

[mypoisonedvine]

all I can think about is reader being recently married to ralph and he gets such baby fever but only cos he loves to rut against you and breed your cunt like the submissive puppy boy he is 🥺

I changed this up juuuust a tad so that it can more easily be read as a sequel to 'who's a good boy?' but it also can be read as a standalone fic!

{word count} 2.4k

{warnings} smut, light pet play ('puppy' nickname and collar wearing but that's it), dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy mentions, multiple orgasms, premature ejaculation

Although you knew Ralph always wanted to be a father at some point in his life, you hadn't realized until you were engaged just how important it was to him.

Once or twice, while you were courting, he'd mentioned in passing a desire to have children someday.  It never felt like a hint or anything, just a genuine admission: my father was a little standoffish, I want to be more open when it's my time; or, Mother was so sweet, I can only hope to marry someone who would be so kind to my children; or, I know Victoria doesn't want any of her own, which is sort of a shame, because I thought I'd be a nice uncle.  Things like that. 

He mentioned it again when he proposed— he asked you if you'd be willing to spend your life with him and have a family together.  Of course, you said yes.  But the most important time he spoke about wanting a child was the most accidental; and the most unexpected.

"So good, you're doing so well," you praised him softly as he whined, bucking his hips up from the bed helplessly. 

"I-I'm not sure how much longer I can... h-hold back," he warned you in a gasp— but you just smiled, because he'd been saying that since the beginning and he'd managed to go this long without coming.  You squeezed his cock gently in your hand, making him whimper louder.  "Use your other hand, please?  I wanna see it."

You giggled a bit.  "Okay, puppy," you cooed; letting go of his stiff cock, it bounced up against his stomach and the light trail of golden blonde hair there.  You put your left hand on it carefully, and you watched him stare enraptured at the diamond on your finger; he sighed proudly as your fingers trailed lightly over his shaft, tickling and teasing him and his overly-sensitive cock.

"So pretty," he breathed, blinking quickly as you wrapped your fingers around him.  Already he was right back to losing his cool, only letting you jerk him off for a moment before he started to fuck your fist again and drop his head back with a choked sob.  "Please, please please—" he began to beg.

"What do you need, puppy?" you asked gently— because he always begged but very rarely explained what he was actually asking for.  You kept trying to remind him that if he actually asked he might get it, but he seemed to forget how until you encouraged him.

"I-I need—" he sniffled, "need t'come..."

"You wanna come on Mommy's hand?" you taunted, but he surprised you with his answer.

"N-no!" he whimpered.  You tilted your head in confusion.  "I wanna... come inside you..."

You tried not to laugh, because it seemed rude, but he was being quite audacious.  "That's a very special treat, Ralphie, what makes you think you deserve that?"

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it," he panted, "I just need it— please, Mommy, I-I wanna... I want a baby.  I wanna have a baby with you."

You stopped moving your hand— and when he tried to keep moving his hips, you clicked your tongue at him disapprovingly and he stopped with a guilty sort of look on his face.  "You really want that?  It's sort of sudden, don't you think?"

"Not for me," he admitted, face getting even redder.  "I've been thinking about it a lot, actually."

"And you're just bringing this up now?"

"Y-you know how I get," he batted his eyelashes sheepishly, "when you— when you touch me like that... I start saying anything."

Not anything, though; he started blabbering, yes, but he only said true things.  He fessed up to a lot, too; this was different though, this wasn't admitting to touching himself when he wasn't supposed to or stealing your biscuits and then blaming Victoria.  This was very, very different.

"Don't you think it would be nice?" he cooed.  "A baby?  Our baby?"

"Yes, but the pregnancy doesn't sound too appealing," you frowned.

"N-no, that part can be nice too!" he insisted, sitting up a bit.  "I'd try to make it easy for you.  And seeing you like that would be... divine."

"Like what?" you rolled your eyes.  "Swollen and exhausted?"

He smiled, eyes getting a little glassy, and you could tell he was picturing it.  “You’d glow, darling, you’d be so pretty— and it would be amazing knowing that I was the one who made you that way.  That it was all because we were making our little family.”

It was disturbingly wholesome talk for a man who was currently naked except for a collar, but it still made your heart warm.  “It really matters that much to you?” you noticed.

“I know we should wait until the wedding,” he admitted, coming back to reality a bit, “b-but you’d look really pretty as a bride with a baby bump, too…”

You smirked a little.  “That would be quite the scandal, Ralph…”

“Oh, don’t pretend you ever cared about scandal, darling,” he winked.  “Don’t you wanna be a real mommy?”

“Of course,” you replied, “especially with you— you’ll be a great father, Ralph.”

He glanced away shyly.  “I hope so,” he mumbled.

“But maybe now isn’t the time—”

“J-just once!” he pleaded.  “Let me try once.  It won’t usually take that fast, anyways— and we can just wait until after the wedding to try again.”

“And if it does take after just once?” you prompted.

He smiled wide.  “Even better.”

You considered it for a second, tuning out his rambling attempt to convince you, before you suddenly blurted out your response.  “Alright,” you decided.  “I’m gonna let you breed me.”

He choked on his own throat, staring at you wide-eyed.  “R-really?” he whispered, jumping a bit as you nodded.  “Th-thank you!  I’m gonna be really good, promise!”

“I know you will, puppy.”

You sat up and began to carefully straddle his lap, admiring how awestruck he looked as he watched you.  It felt kind of strange doing this knowing that you hadn’t put in any sort of contraceptive— no condom or sponge or pessary— and that there was nothing stopping the natural consequences of sex from occurring.  It was thrilling; you understood why Ralph was so adamant about it, although you knew he was more interested in the outcome than the process.

But, he didn’t have any complaints about the process, either.  In fact, he bit his lip to keep from moaning too loud (and it was still quite loud) as you guided yourself down onto his cock.

“I love you,” he whimpered when your hips collided with his, your bum resting on his thighs and your arms draped lazily around his shoulders.

You hadn’t started to move yet, just basking in the feeling of it, but then you heard Ralph let out a sharp sigh— and you felt it a moment later, his cock flexing, a familiar warm fullness inside you.  Your eyes went wide when you realized what exactly you were feeling.  “Puppy!” you gasped.  “Are you already coming?”

He could only whine through his teeth and nod against your chest.

“Oh, Ralphie…” you sighed.  “Just got a little too excited, huh?”

“I— I just— Mommy,” he sobbed, hugging onto you tightly.  “You feel so— a-and I was thinking about h-how we might have our baby soon— and… and I couldn’t help it!  M’sorry!”

“Shh,” you soothed him, kissing the top of his head, “you don’t need to be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You’re gonna be so pretty,” he whimpered.  “Gonna look beautiful with my baby inside you— I couldn’t stop myself when I imagined it.”

You smiled and pet his head gently.  “Well, who knows— maybe you’ll get to see me like that in a few months.”

He tilted his head back enough to blink up at you with big, watery eyes.  “I wasn’t bad, was I?  I’m still your good puppy?”

“Yes,” you assured, kissing the top of his forehead.  “Such a good puppy.”

“D-don’t get off yet,” he pleaded suddenly, “I wanna just stay like this, please…”

You nodded approvingly and kept stroking his soft curls, feeling him relax under you.

Of course, you didn’t actually stay exactly that way for long; this is Ralph we’re dealing with here, who thinks of cockwarming as one of the most supreme punishments because he just needs to move.  He can hardly ever stay still, let alone when your pussy’s involved.

So, after only a few minutes of him embracing you and you decorating his face with sweet kisses, his hips started to rock under you.  You didn’t notice it right away, until you felt Ralph’s fingertips dig into your back as a soft whine fell from his lips.  “Ralphie?” you whispered.  “Are you alright?”

He nodded shakily, but pressed his hips up into you again.

“Do you need something?”

He didn’t answer with words, but by holding you tight as he rolled you onto your back, starting to thrust his hips as he pinned you down on the bed.  You giggled joyfully, impressed by the uncharacteristic show of dominance.  “S-sorry, I know I’m being bad,” he breathed, shutting his eyes tight as he fucked you faster, “I-I just can’t help it, I need to come again!  I need to come in you again, Mommy— I want it to happen this time.  I want you to be pregnant!”

You gasped as he fucked into you faster and rougher, his first load of come forced deeper into you as he kept going.  “D-doesn’t it hurt?  You’re so sensitive after—”

“N-no, it’s perfect,” he insisted, “it’s so— you feel so good, you always feel perfect… I’m so sorry, I’m being so bad…”

“It’s okay, baby,” you promised, reaching up to tuck a curl that had fallen loose behind his ear, then toying with the dangling collar.  “I’ve just never seen you like this…”

“You’ve never told me I could breed you before,” he explained.

And you loved seeing Ralph totally out of control like this, unable to stop himself even when he was normally quite well-behaved.  Not just that, but you loved the way it felt, too— the way he was fucking you so roughly, it wasn’t what you were used to but it made your walls clench from excitement.  So, you egged him on.  “I want you to, puppy,” you assured, “I want your baby in me.”

“Oh,” he choked, whining louder.  “O-oh, I’m close again already— m’gonna come in you again!”

“Hold on a little longer, puppy,” you groaned, “I need to come first— you already broke that rule once tonight.”

“I-I know, Mommy, I’m sorry,” he sobbed, “you just feel so— oh, heavens…”

“You are so spoiled,” you noticed with a purr.  “Spoiled little puppy.”

“Y-yes, yes,” he agreed eagerly, “I know— m’trying to be good, but I need you too much— I need this so much, I need to get you pregnant.”

“Just keep going,” you encouraged, “make me come.  I know you know how.”

He grunted through his teeth, already struggling to hold back even when he came so recently; god, the poor thing, you would’ve let him do this sooner if you’d known how desperate it would make him.  “Please come, Mommy,” he begged, “I-I can’t— I can’t stop it—”

“Yes you can,” you reminded him firmly.  “You can make me come first, you can’t come in me again until I do—”

“Ohhhh,” he whined pitifully, “M-Mommy, please, please— I need to come, I need to come…”

He sobbed a bit as he buried his burning face in the crook of your neck, moans and sobs coming out right by your ear.  “I know, puppy,” you soothed as you pet his head and back, “I’m close, just keep going, hold it in a little longer— I know you can be good, you can be my good puppy, just hold on… fuck, like that, Ralphie, just keep doing that…”

You normally weren’t so easy to please, either, but you’d been worked up from jerking him off for the better part of an hour and he was just too precious struggling to keep it together like this.  Each stroke slammed his cock so deep, and you could feel his come leaking out around every thrust— it was too perfect, it sent you right to the edge in minutes.

“Good boy, good boy,” you encouraged, panting, holding on tighter to the back of his neck.  It still hit you faster than you expected, and you heard Ralph gasp.

“Are you coming?” he noticed.  “I can feel it— good job, Mommy— god, m’so close, can I come yet?  I can come inside you now, right?”

You’d barely started nodding before he slammed into you and held you there— forced himself as deep as he could go and stayed there so every pump of his seed would be right up against the end of you.  You smiled and shut your eyes, the afterglow starting to wash over you, your fingers tracing up and down his back.

“Oh, Mommy,” he whispered, “you’re so beautiful— I can’t believe you— wow.  I didn’t think you would let me…”

“Shh,” you soothed again, kissing beside his ear.  “Just stay still, puppy.  Stay still and keep your cock inside so all your come stays in, too— so it takes.”

He hugged you tighter, whimpering quietly, “I love you so much, I love you I love you I—”

“I know,” you whispered back as he cried softly— he got overwhelmed in times like this, you were used to it.  “I know, Ralph, and I love you too.  You’re so good…”

He pulled away enough to wipe his face and look down at you, smiling happily.  “You think I’ll be a good papa, too?”

You nodded back.  “Of course.  Our baby’s gonna love you so much, Ralphie.”

He grinned proudly.  “It’s gonna love you most— what a lucky thing it’ll be, s’got the prettiest mommy in the world.”

“Do you think it’s about time to get up and run a bath?” you prompted, but he shook his head, laying down on top of you and snuggling in happily.

“No, let’s stay like this all night,” he decided.  “And then…” he interrupted himself to kiss your face sweetly, “maybe…” 

You raised an eyebrow as he peppered more kisses on your cheeks and nose, a few on your lips for good measure as well.

“Maybe in the morning,” he continued, finally, “I can breed you one more time?”

“Ralph,” you laughed, rolling your eyes, “you are so spoiled.”

“Oh, darling, if you think I’m spoiled… just wait until I’ve got a cute little heir of my own!”

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

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

[usedtobecooler]

long hot summer | Ralph Penbury x fem!reader

Pairing | Ralph Penbury x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), stripping, boob fondling, coming in pants (times two cause i'm a heathen), cunnilingus, eager ralph, rude reader, train sex

Word Count | 1.9k

A/N | listen i really should be working on prompts i know, but i needed to try out writing for our little ralphie and my heart wouldn't rest until i did it ))):

The steam train was stuffy, a warm July day making the heat onboard unbearable. You'd never witnessed muggy heat like this, so used to the cool sea breeze in Spain that the air in central London was disgustingly dense in comparison.

You're only in a chemise, cooling yourself with your fan but inevitably still warm enough that drops of sweat slide down the dip of your breast, pooling into your corset. Damn this weather, damn the Brits, damn Victoria for subjecting you to this horrid trip. You made a mental note in your head to never return after this trip.

Things weren't being made any better by the fact that Victoria's ridiculous twin brother, Ralph, had been expected to chaperone you during this entire journey north. He was always so loud, unable to shut off at any given moment, he always had something to talk about. You swear this was the quietest he'd been the entire train ride, as if the cat had gotten his tongue.

He's disheveled looking, cream suit jacket thrown on the empty seat next to him and shirt rolled up to his elbows, top button popped to reveal a glimpse of chest hair. You stare too long, he's going to catch on soon, and your peaceful silence will be over.

He's disheveled looking, cream suit jacket thrown on the empty seat next to him and shirt rolled up to his elbows, top button popped to reveal a glimpse of chest hair. You stare too long, he's going to catch on soon, and your peaceful silence will be over.

"How long is left of this journey?" You snap, fanning yourself a bit harder, but all it does is wave the warm air back to you, prickly heat attacking your skin and making you feel disgusting, in need of a bathe.

Ralph shrugs, doesn't even lighten up any as you talk, smile faltering and failing to appear, "I'm not sure, an hour, maybe."

The heat truly is getting to him, you can tell. He isn't his usual bubbly, ridiculously puppy-like self, he sounds worn out. Tired. The blistering heat becoming too much.

You sigh, "This is ridiculous," you fuss, slapping down your fan on the table to make haste of unfastening the top clasps on your corset, grateful that today your chemise adorned buttons along the chest also.

"What - what are you doing, madam. You can't undress yourself here." Ralph strains, unable to take his wide eyes off of you as he watches your breasts spill from their confines, slick with sweat and flushed pink in the heat.

"We are in a private carriage, Ralph. The blind is down, nobody will come in. Do you have a problem?" You quirk an eyebrow at him, continuing to undo buttons with your eyes on his, unable to decipher how he feels right in that very moment.

He looks distressed. Hand tightening on the rim of his hat on the table, his cheeks flushing darker than before, and you don't think it's from the heat this time. You smirk a little, removing your hands from the boned material of your corset and setting them prettily on the table, fingertips dancing along the solid mahogany.

"Ralph, have you ever seen a woman's breasts outside of their undergarments before?" You're teasing him, a glint in your eye. You hit the nail on the head, clearly, because Ralph can't meet your gaze anymore and he's turning away, suddenly the ceiling becoming ever so interesting to him.

"I, um, well I - you see," Ralph stumbles over his words, cheeks burning hot, the flush beginning to spread down his neck, "not - not really, no."

"Not really?" You ask, faking wonderment so he'll keep going. You toe your heels off under the table, your stocking clad foot connecting with Ralph's calf and eliciting a gasp from his bitten lips as you run it up and down, "A pretty boy like you, never been with a woman?"

Ralph stutters, sucking in a sharp breath as he lets your foot glide over his leg through his pants, the feeling making his cock spring to attention fully, as if he hadn't been at half-mast the entire journey just by watching you fan your bosom, "They say I'm too eager, madam. They'd be right, but I don't think that's a bad thing."

Your tummy tightens at his admission - eager. How could a woman deny an eager man willing to please them? It's a crying shame, that Ralph had never laid his hands on a woman and pleasured her - even if he lacked experience, eagerness would always make up for that.

"Would you like to see mine?" You say eventually, foot rising higher and higher until you're rubbing the inside of his thigh and he's positively whimpering, hazarding a glance back at you.

You make a show of it for him, unbuttoning and unclasping your layers until your plush tits fall loose form their confinements, nipples hardening in slight temperature change in the air. You never take your eyes off of him, keep your foot running up and down his inner thigh, "What do you think, Ralphie? Is it everything you dreamed it'd be?"

"Can I -" Ralph starts, fingers gripping onto the edge of the table as if he's stopping himself from lunging over, "Can I touch them, madam?"

You suck in a sharp breath, a tiny little moan escaping you, "Of course you can, Ralph. Anything you want."

He barely allows you to finish the sentence before he's reaching a hand out to cup your left breast, thumb running over the hardened nub of your nipple curiously, eliciting a breathy whine from you, "Wow, this is brilliant!"

You roll your eyes, as usual his silly mouth ruining the illusion, so you shut him up by running your foot up higher, ghosting over the hard outline of his cock in his pants. And something unexpected happens;

"Gosh, madam, I'm going to -" Ralph cuts himself off with a groan, hunching in on himself, thumb and forefinger pinching your nipple hard as he comes in his pants. You blink at him, almost stupidly, as you watch him moaning, feeling his cock pulsing under the sole of your foot as he unloads in his confines.

"Oh, Ralphie, I didn't realise you'd release so quickly," You pout, because what a crying shame that is, over before it had even began, "I was only just starting to have fun having my way with you."

Ralph blushes, looking up at you with watery eyes as his fingers fall deftly from the curve of your breast, "I'm so sorry, ma'am. I don't know what quite came over me."

You have to stifle back a giggle at Ralph's choice of words, inappropriate considering what just happened, "Maybe I have a way you could make it up to me?" You hazard, core still aching and cunt desperate to be touched, you just hoped Ralph truly was as eager as he said he was.

"Anything, madam. Anything you want." Ralph's pleading with you - begging, even. It's adorable, has you clenching your thighs as a blooming begins in the pit of your stomach.

"Why don't you slide under this table and take a glance up my skirts. You'd like that, right, Ralphie?" You coo, a dirty smirk spreading over your features and darkening them. You spread your legs as an invitation, getting yourself comfortable.

He doesn't have to be asked twice, sliding under the table and pushing his head under the skirt of your dress, the curls in his hair tickling at your thighs, "Gosh, madam. No panties?" He gasps, and you giggle as you lift your skirts up to watch him wide eyed, face to face with your glistening wet pussy.

"I always wondered if the day would come where my lack of underwear would come in handy," You quip, feeling proud of yourself, unable to tear your eyes away from Ralph's fascinated stare at your anatomy, "Come on then, Ralphie. Don't you want to work that mouth of yours?"

Ralph nods eagerly, gripping at your thighs and nuzzling into your cunt, flat of his tongue coming out to tentatively slide between your folds, catching your clit on the upstroke. You gasp, hand coming out to grasp at his curls, winding them between your fingers.

"Oh, Ralph," You moan, his inexperience telling in the way that he's trying to find his footing and there's no real rhythm to his movements, but his tongue feels delicious on your pussy, the occasional slip over your clit driving you mad, "Such a good boy, Ralphie."

Ralph moans into your cunt at your praise, and your eyes glisten, delighted that you'd hit a nerve with him. Of course he had a praise kink, he was as puppy like as a man came, you're almost positive if you threw a bone at him he'd chase it. Adorable, almost pitiful to some, but maybe not to you.

You find the knot in your tummy winding up unexpectedly, his large tongue deftly licking over you just enough to have you teetering on the edge all too quickly, and you're almost saddened by how fast this will all be over.

You glance down at Ralph, and he must feel his eyes on you because he looks up, a pleading look on his chocolate brown, wet loser boy eyes, almost like he's asking if he's doing a good job. His nose perches prettily on your mound, nestled in amongst your trimmed hair, and well, if it isn't the prettiest sight you've ever seen.

You open your mouth in a quiet moan when Ralph licks over your clit and stays there this time, "That's it, Ralphie. Right there, what a good little pup. So good for me," You praise, and Ralph whimpers into your skin, you feel him rutting against the air, "Oh, oh!"

You come with a sharp cry, tipping your head back until the vast expanse of your sweat slick neck is bared, thighs squeezing at Ralph's head as fireworks explode behind your eyes. You shake and shudder through your orgasm, body feeling impossibly hotter as the coil unravels in the pit of your gut.

Ralph's hands grasp onto your thighs pathetically tight, a broken, choked, wet moan escaping his mouth as he shakes against your leg, a tell-tale sign that he's coming again. Your pussy clenches as he whines into the meat of your thigh, eyes squeezing shut whilst he ruts against you.

You pet his head to help him through the last of it, and he keens into the touch. Ralph truly was like a puppy, it was so endearing.

You glance out of the window, eyes widening as you see the train station in your near sights, "Ralph, Ralph!" You hiss, shaking at him, "Get up and compose yourself, we're almost here."

Ralph waves you off like an idiot, your fingers fumbling with your clasps to tuck your bosom away before somebody saw you, a wreck over a virgin boy who touched you. Mortifying, truly.

When you both eventually step off of the train, Victoria is there to greet you, and her smile falters, a grimace taking over her features, "Good grief, you two. You look disgusting, like you've been working like dogs in the prison. Up to, you need to bathe before tonight's party."

She claps her hands, turning around without a second glance and you roll your eyes once you're sure she's not looking.

She really was not your favourite Penbury.

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

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.

[littlelioncub43]

babe, I cannot get out of my mind the idea of giving ralphie head as a birthday present.. maybe in a public area, in the bathroom let’s say🫠 he almost cums in his pants immediately after you get on your knees for him bc poor baby has had a crush on you for a long time

Oh my word, I love it.

Poor Ralphie was so excited when you whispered in his ear that you have a special present for him. He followed close behind you like a little puppy, his hand gripping yours tightly. You giggled with him, his excitement was truly contagious and you couldn't help but be a little giddy yourself. Especially knowing what you have in store for him.

"Why are we in th–" you interrupt him with a finger over his soft lips.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh," you hush, you push his back into the locked door of the bathroom, your hands moving to cradle the back of his head.

"Mmmm!" He hums in surprise when your lips connect to his, eyes wide open and blinking a few times to process everything. When your lips move against his in slow but passionate kisses, Ralph is absolutely melting. "Mmmmmmmm...."

You feel his hands, shy and inexperienced, reach for your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. When you pull back, Ralph whimpers in protest and chases you. A hand against his shoulder keeps him in his place. He whines again, giving you a proper pout now.

"Awww, Ralphie, there's no need to pout," you soothe with a peck to his pouting lips. "Are you ready for your present, Angel?"

"Y-Yes!" He gasps out, his voice was weak and the hushed tone you spoke in had him under a similar spell. You grin and let the hand on his shoulder slip lower and lower, Ralph's eyes grew wider and wider the further south you went. Suddenly, you cup the tent in his trousers, earning a sharp gasp from the sweet birthday boy in front of you.

"A-Ah!" He gasps and shudders, his jaw hung open in shock, his eyes wide as saucers, looking at you in disbelief. He always loved you, you were the picture of divine beauty and grace. So to feel your precious hand touching his most intimate part, even through his trousers, is unbelievably heavenly.

And then you stroke him.

"O-Oh my G—" he cant finish his sentence before he's choking on air, his eyes rolling back as he pants heavily. You giggle at how wrecked he already is, and give his face a few grounding kisses.

"Feel good, Ralph?" You purr in his ear, the sound alone nearly enough to make him cum.

"Yes!" He squeaks in a fluttering, high voice. He fists the beaded fabric of your dress.

"I can make it feel even better..." before he can ask 'how' you're giving him one last kiss and sinking to your knees before him.

He knew what was happening.

"O-Oh Christ!" He cries out, hips twitching on their own accord and his cock throbbing uncontrollably in his trousers. You giggle again and make quick work of his belt and zipper. Ralph grips the door knob behind him for support, the other hand bracing against the wall. He was going to collapse.

The cold air of the bathroom hitting his heated cock has him whimpering, the sigh of relief from being freed from the confines of his pants is brief. You look up at him from between his legs, his hard dick standing proud next to your gorgeous face. It's almost too much for him, but he'd be damned if he finishes too soon, before you get your mouth on him.

"You have such a pretty cock, Ralph," you hum, watching as his already red face gets even redder.

"T-Thank–thank you," he stutters, his words ending in a squeak when your hands slide up his inner thighs. He tosses his head into the hard wood door behind him when your lips kiss his hip bone. "Jesus!"

"Nope, just me, Ralphie," you chuckle and wrap a hand around his shaft, gently peeling back his foreskin to reveal his leaking tip to you. The action has Ralph nearly doubling over, his eyes opening just in time to see your pretty lips wrapping around his red tip.

"O-OH GOD!" He cries out loudly, uncaring if anyone walking by could hear him. You moan and swirl your tongue around his salty skin, tasting as much of it as possible. Moan after moan leave Ralph's pretty mouth. You feel his cock twitch excitedly in your grasp, you knew he wasn't going to last any longer.

You suddenly start to bob your head, taking more and more of him into your hot mouth with each stroke. You manage to get nearly all of him inside your mouth by the third bob of your head— and that proved too much for sweet Ralphie.

With a strangled cry of your name, he was coming, his eyes shut tight, face scrunched in a euphoric pout, on hand clutching your shoulder as he leans over you, the pleasure far too much for him to handle. He could feel everything— the sweat on his neck, the cool wood of the door behind him, your throat swallowing around him, milking him of every last drop of cum.

Black spots danced along the corners of his eyes as you finally released him with a pop. He can hear your fuzzy voice calling his name, it makes him smile. You chuckle and reach up to help steady him as you pull his pants back up and into place.

Before you could buckle his belt, he slides down the door and collapses on the floor with a breathless sigh. He shuts his eyes, collecting himself as best he could. You smile and straighten out his disheveled tie, his hands catching yours.

"What did you think of your birthday present, Ralph?" He takes a moment to catch his breath and open his eyes, the look in his eyes shined with more affection and adoration than you thought humanly possible.

"Wizard."

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busy streets and busy lives • ralph penbury x reader

A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he's from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives.

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Tags: Timewasters (series), modern!au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love™, fluff, some angst, swearing and mentions of adult themes throughout, eventual adult content, alcohol content, drug content, penbury is a fanon surname

Word count: 10.6k

A/N: 5½ months. 12 chapters. 107,600 words. All for a silly little idea I threw at my friends in a discord server. Thank you for being here. <3

Also, there's a part in this that's VERY reminiscent of a certain photo that released today. (spoiler alert, it's in the chapter card lol) I swear, I wrote that almost a week ago and the video just HAD to drop today of all days, DIDN'T IT. If Joseph Quinn is in my walls, please get him out of there. That's not a safe environment for him.

“Right, so, hang about…” Connor holds his hands out in front of him, moving one out to the side as if physically placing events into a timeline. “So, back in 192-whatever, Ralph meets Nick and that lot, who we went to school with, who have… Travelled through fucking time,” he sounds exhausted just at that phrase. You nod, and he moves his hand to continue, “Ralph falls head over heels for Little Lauren. That works about as well as anybody would expect,” he raises his eyebrows at Ralph, who shies away a little. “And Ralph joins the Army.”

“French Foreign Legion, to be exact,” Ralph pipes up.

“French Foreign Whatever, yeah,” Connor nods, moving his hand again. “He hates it, he runs away back home, he ends up meeting Homeless Pete.”

“Wait!” Grace’s boyfriend suddenly shouts, waving his hands around and making everyone jump. He points to Ralph. “That’s why your name’s always been in the back of my head! You lived in the fucking Waterstones building?!” Ralph nods. “So, you were filthy stinking rich, and you left that?!”

“Well, I… I may have left out some details about… I may have… Sort of given up most of my material possessions to Laur- the other Lauren,” he gestures to Connor’s girlfriend, who makes an expression that shows Ralph she understands that she’s not who he’s talking about. “Um, before I had left. Well, after I had left for the Army, but before I… Ended up here.”

“You were really down bad, weren’t you, mate?” Connor asks, cocking his head, and Ralph cowers back into his seat.

“Yes, well. That’s all well into the past now. Ninety-seven years in the past, to be exact!”

“Fucking mental,” Scott says under his breath. “Anyway, Connor, keep going with your…” He waves his hands in front of him.

“Yeah, so, you’ve not got nothing, Lauren rejected you and you still left her everythi- God, how did you survive without us?!” Connor shakes his head. “So you bump into H.P., who brings you to our time. You get rescued,” he gestures to you, “and…”

“Can I ask,” Scott’s partner raises a finger, looking at you. “What made you take him in, then?”

You look at Ralph and shrug. “I dunno, look at him! Who’d say no to that face?” You squish his cheeks in one hand, to his indignation, and you hear the soft laughs of your friends. “But… Yeah. Once I’d found H.P. and gotten as much of an explanation as I’ll ever get out of him, it was just… So much to wrap my head around. And I couldn’t just leave Ralph to the streets, he’d get killed!” Ralph suddenly looks very fearful, grabbing a cushion to hug to his chest. “And then next thing I knew, he was setting off alarms in the flat on his first day there, so I couldn’t exactly leave him home alone, so I had to bring him with me to Anna’s that night. I barely had the time to text you lot in advance, I couldn’t exactly leave you a voice note saying “by the way, time travel exists and I’m bringing a man who was born in the Victorian era, see you at 7!” And then the days were getting ahead of me, and I couldn’t even make any sense of it myself, let alone trying to teach any of you about it, either.”

“So, what, does he have to go back at any point? To like, restore the fragile balance of the time-space continuum or whatever sci-fi nonsense this actually proves?” Grace asks.

“Well, we thought so, and that’s why we were always so vague about him “going home”,” you explain. “But then, after Brighton, he almost - he could’ve gone home, and by all we knew back then, he should’ve -” You don’t see Ralph wince in pain at that word. “- but H.P. tol- well, told,” you hold up your fingers as air quotes, “Ralph that since the others had never returned to their own time, without consequence, he decided to stick around.” You smile comfortingly at him and he reaches out to hold your hand.

“Easily the best decision I’ve ever made,” he smiles back. “Staying with you, well, all of you!” He looks around the room. “I truly… I cannot put into words how deeply it hurt to omit the truth from you all for so long, but… Well, everything just seemed to be going so well for me, for once, and I feared that… To let that slip, I might… Lose you all,” he lets go of you to wring his hands in his lap. “Entirely selfish of me, I completely understand if you all think differently of me, now -”

Anna interjects with a sympathetic, “You’d have to do a lot worse to get rid of all of us.”

“Yeah, you’re the one stuck with us, Ralphie!” Scott jokes.

“I mean…” Lauren starts, pausing for a moment. Ralph’s face goes on an emotional journey of potential heartbreak, fearing he’s lost one of his best friends. Lauren remains stoic as she finally continues, “Yeah, it’s pretty shit that pretty much the foundation of why we’re friends is a lie.”

“Literally the only thing that Ralph and I kept quiet was the whole time travel thing, because, well, it still sounds stupid saying those words out loud,” you shake your head. “But everything else, it’s all been pure Ralph. Nothing else is based off any lies, it was just to… I mean, what would you have done if he’d have told you that night you met him, that he’d got here by getting in a lift with an old man in 1926 and ended up in 2022?!”

“I’d think he was off his tits,” Lauren admits in a quiet voice, much to Ralph’s confusion. “Yeah, alright, I guess, it’s… It’s complicated, innit?”

“Tell me about it,” you reply, exhausted, and the others laugh.

“It is a bit shit,” Connor acknowledges Lauren and then the pair of you. “But we’d all probably have done something similar. I mean, fuck me, I’d probably have left him with H.P. and let him be someone else’s problem. Good job I never found you first, eh!” Connor’s light-hearted smile falters at Ralph’s fearful look.

“Again, I completely understand if any of you feel duped into being my friend and wish to use your own agency to - just, please, direct all of your disappointment towards me and not -” 

“Ralphie, babes, we’re saying we get it. Kinda. I dunno, this is all messing with my head a bit,” Grace blows out a breath, and everyone makes general noises of agreement. “But of course we still wanna be friends with you, you big nelly!”

“Yeah, we love teaching you words and things you’d never know. Now that we know why, we can teach you way more!” Scott’s eyes glisten mischievously.

“I mean, I know I’m the one who technically turned you into a bit of a Swiftie, but I’m not letting go of that any time soon,” Anna jokes, which causes Ralph to finally let out a small laugh. “And besides, whose head am I gonna pat without you around?!”

“I never meant to deceive you all,” Ralph says quietly.

“We know,” Connor reassures in the same tone, “but you didn’t really trick us into anything. And hey, it could’ve been worse. I’d rather you were a secret time traveller than a secret serial killer!”

Ralph finally lets himself smile at Connor, who returns it. He sits up a little more confidently. “I can’t tell you what a relief it will be to never have to worry about what I say anymore!”

“I mean, still, this information can’t leave the people in this room,” you explain, gesturing around to everyone. “There’s all sorts of legalities that I’ve never been able to figure out, like a passport,” you gesture to Connor and Lauren, “or setting him up with a bank account, or medical stuff -”

“I mean, surely there’s people out there who were never registered at birth or whatever, right? Maybe we just play Ralph off as one of those?” Anna asks.

“Maybe. But who do we say he is? If we call him a Penbury, as in we try and say that he’s his own relative, his last technical record from 1926 is that he enlisted, went MIA and was presumed dead,” you shrug.

“Shit, yeah, your mum does all that stuff, doesn’t she? Have a look, see what his sister’s stuff says, maybe we can sneak him in that way,” Scott leans in, and everyone else starts shuffling closer, too.

Ralph, having been sat dumbfounded for several minutes, finally finds his voice. “Sorry, but now I’m the one who’s rather lost. So… Not only are none of you ousting me, you’re planning to deceive the law for me?!”

“Yeah, didn’t you hear Anna earlier? You’re family,” Connor smiles affectionately at him, and Ralph’s ears turn pink as his lower lip trembles.

You log into your mum’s ancestry account and once again look up Ralph’s name, your eyes going wide when you see the name next to him. “Okay, so Victoria’s got about six surnames, so I’m sure we can slip you in there somewhere,” you shake your head. Having only looked at his census before, you look through the data they have on Ralph and gasp loudly. Everyone’s gaze snaps to you as you flip your phone over to show them a photo of Ralph, dated February 1926, looking exactly how you remember he did the day you met him, dressed head to toe in Army uniform.

“Oh, you could totally say that you’d been digging up family stuff and you think you’re a dead ringer for… How many generations back would that be?” Anna asks.

You count on your fingers, “Okay, so 1901… Let’s say 30 years per generation, that’s like 3 to get to you being around our age… Which would make OG Ralph your potential… Great-grandpa.” You grimace at the same realisation that Connor and Scott come to, as they point and laugh at you.

“You’re dating someone old enough to be your -”

“He’s twenty-six! Please don’t make me think of it any other way!” You wince, making everyone laugh. “Three generations of unregistered babies is a bit of a stretch…” You shake your head. “Let’s just table this for now. He’s not going anywhere for the time being, are you?” You turn to ask Ralph, who violently shakes his head, still blinking his tears away. “There we go. So, let’s just let everything… Sink in, for now. And we’ll keep thinking of what to do in the long run.”

Ralph hugs everyone goodbye extra tightly. You offer an extra apology to all of your friends, yourself, but they all echo the earlier sentiments that they would have done the same if they were in such a predicament. That they probably would have talked you out of keeping Ralph fugitive for as long as you have. That, if anything, they’re grateful you never gave them the chance to advise you, because if you’d listened to them, none of you would have him in your lives, and one thing everyone in the room agrees on is that life’s been far better with him in it. You have to practically frog-march Ralph out of the door as he starts getting misty-eyed again.

Once you and Ralph are laying in bed, you cuddle up to him, wrapping your arm around his torso. “How you feeling, now?”

“I can’t feel much less than spectacular with you in my arms, my love,” Ralph smiles as he holds you even closer to him.

“Not just all the mushy stuff, you big sap,” you tease. “I mean, like, having to tell everyone.”

“Ah. Yes, well. That went far better than I ever imagined,” he admits softly.

“Wanna admit now that you mean a hell of a lot more to people now that you’ve found the right ones?” You look up at him with a grin.

He squeezes his arm around you to prompt you into leaning up to kiss him. Once you break away from him, he sighs happily. “I suppose, it’s a comfort to know what real friendship is supposed to feel like.”

“Exactly. You don’t give up on the right people. And you’re our right person,” you nuzzle into his neck and he buries his face in your hair.

“That sentiment is more than mutual. Goodnight, my love. Pleasant dreams.“

“Night, Ralphie. Love you, too.”

The next morning, you and Ralph both have the day off, a rare occurrence that you’re extra grateful for today. Of course, you’d love to spend it doing more of what you’d been doing just yesterday, but you’d rather be extra safe and get Ralph some protection, as well as your own birth control. And you needed to go into town for some other things, anyway. You decide to take Ralph with you, though - mostly, so that you can coach him into being able to buy his own condoms without spontaneously combusting on the spot.

Ralph wants to ask his boss something, too, so you head to the old high street where his shop is. While you do love his colleagues, you know that Babs will insist on you two staying for a cup of tea. And then another. And then she’s made you lunch. And then you’re spending your whole day off at Ralph’s workplace. Which honestly, has been fun when it’s happened before, but you do have things on your personal agenda today. And then when they’re done…

You wave to Babs through the shop window when you hear some vaguely familiar voices approaching.

“Nah, bruv, I think your mate Pete got his maths all mixed up, this ain’t when we left here.”

“Maybe we’re in whatever year he just wanted to come back to.”

“Nah, mate, I told him, clear as mud: take us back to the present day.”

“Okay, but Jase, you do realise we’ve travelled back and forth between multiple decades since -”

“Shhh, shut the fuck up, someone’s right there! We should just ask them.”

“Fantastic idea, sis. What do you want to do, rock right up and say, ‘Hello, completely normal and unaware person. Could you, for no strange reason whatsoever, happen to tell me what year it is?’?!”

You’d most certainly know that voice anywhere. Looking over at your high school crush, you smirk at Nicholas, his sister and his friends as you tell him, “March 15th, 2023.”

All four of them look incredulously at you. You can see some cogs turning behind their eyes until, finally, Jason shouts your name out. You grin and nod at him, and he yells, “Fuckin’ ’ell! How the fuck are you?!”

“Yeah, I’m alright. Still kicking about, you know how it is. What about you lot? You must’ve been… Busy.”

“Yeah! Yeah, um… Quick question, how did you…?” Nicholas starts, but pauses, trying to think of how to articulate himself.

After a few seconds, Lauren scoffs, “How’d you know to tell us what the date is so calm, like?”

“Well…” You singsong in a high-pitched tone as the door to the costume shop swings open again. Ralph emerges, to a series of shocked gasps.

“Fucking hell, doesn’t he look the spit image of -”

“Yeah, if you just slick his hair right down, and put him in a bow tie and a straw hat, I reckon - Here, you wouldn’t happen to have a great-grandad or something called Ralph, would you?”

“Wait!” Lauren shouts, holding her hands out. She studies Ralph intricately, who looks as though he’s still processing the sight in front of him. “You look just like Ralph, but all modern-like…” She points to him, and then to you. “And you know that we’ve been… In a different time…” She sticks her head out and squints her eyes back at Ralph. “Are you -?” He nods, still stunned into a wide-eyed silence.

Horace raises his arms in an excited greeting. “Ralph! My boy! We thought you’d died!” He pulls him into a hug that sweeps him off his feet. Ralph hangs against Horace’s body as though he were a ragdoll, his face still bewildered. “Let me take a good look at you,” he says as he puts Ralph down, before letting out a single cackle. “Ha, look at you! Look at this jacket, these chains! You’re a proper modern man, ain’t ya, with your sunglasses and your - How’ve you been, what you been up to?!”

“How did you get here?!” Nick asks in disbelief. You recap very quickly how Ralph found Pete - deliberately redacting that he’d attempted to return home to them - and ended up here, where you’d found him and taken him in.

Just as you finish explaining, someone approaches you with an, “Excuse me?” They tap your arm, but lean around you to look at Ralph and nod with a smile, “I thought that was him! Ralph from Twitter, right? Oh my god, I wish my phone hadn’t died, or I’d so ask for a selfie with you!”

Four confused faces look over at Ralph, but you wave the stranger off with a, “Not to worry! I can take one on his phone for him to tweet, if you want? And then you can save it for yourself when you’re home?”

“Oh my god, would you? That’s so sweet! Thank you!” They gush before posing for a photo with him. You quickly get their Twitter handle to include in his tweet, and wave them off as they walk away with a spring in their step.

“What was all that, then?” Jason asks with amusement. “Ralph from Twitter?!”

“Long story. I never told my friends Ralph was from the 1920s, so they thought anyone his age should be on Twitter by now. He kept tweeting inane shit that he thought he was Googling, people found it hilarious, and now he’s sort of social media famous,” you explain with a shrug, to everyone’s laughter.

Lauren looks Ralph up and down, not unlike the way Ralph looks at you, and rubs her hands together. “Famous, eh? I like the sound of that. Sounds like we’ve got some catching up to do, eh, Ralph?”

You feel rage burn through you at the audacity that Lauren has, clearly only interested in Ralph for a chance at fame herself. At how she could so outwardly come for your man - though, granted, Ralph’s been too shellshocked to make that much clear.

You, yourself, start to freeze up as you look over at him. What if this is it? The validation he’d been craving for so long? A second chance at the love he’d felt so strongly about losing, he’d fled the country. If he was willing to risk losing it all after having his heart broken, what else would he be willing to lose to win her back?!

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, Ralph takes a deep breath in. “I don’t think there’s anything more to be caught up on.” He holds your arm to smile warmly at you, “You captured everything perfectly, darling,” before leaning in to kiss you. Jason and Horace hoot and holler, while Lauren makes a disgusted face.

“Fair enough. Rather you than me, anyway, I’d probably get sick of him after a while,” she sneers.

“Good job I won’t, then, eh!” You flash a sickly sweet grin at her as you wrap your arms around one of Ralph’s, hugging it tightly.

“Looks like you really are out of a shot, mate,” Jason grins at Nick, who shoves him.

“Give over, that was -” he flusters, and you laugh, which he sighs at. “Okay, well, so as to explain myself and not sound like a complete lunatic, I, uh… Might have had a bit of a thing for you in school, but I was always too chicken to do anything about it. And even though that was years ago at this point, apparently I’m not allowed to live it down,” he forces a smile on his face, making you laugh harder.

“If it’s any consolation, that was mutual, by the way,” you smirk. You feel Ralph tense under your grip and bury your head against his bicep. “But I don’t think it was meant to be, in the end.”

“God, can you imagine, in another universe, it would’ve been you and Nick, Jase and Victoria, and Lauren and Ralph!” Horace laughs before faltering. “But then who’s left for me?”

You shake your head. “What are you lot planning on doing in terms of living somewhere?”

“Dunno, we brought some stuff over from different time periods in the hopes we could make some big money off some antique dealers,” Nick gestures to the bags they’d placed on the ground while talking to you.

“Good luck, things have changed a lot in the last, what’s it been, six years for you? Yeah, the housing market’s a fucking nightmare,” you shake your head.

“Paying over a thousand pounds a month to live in a shoebox, I ask you,” Ralph mutters under his breath in disgust. You shoot him an offended glance and he simpers back, “But I’d live in a matchbox if it meant living with you, my love.” You grin back, angling your cheek for him to kiss it, to more retching sounds from Lauren. 

“Well, I was wondering if we could chance our luck with Ralph’s place, but seeing as though our only way in would be claiming Jason’s son left it to us in his will, when he’d be older than us in this time…” Nick shakes his head, and you and Ralph look incredulously at him.

“Sorry, what?! Ralph’s place?! You mean the big fuck-off mansion they lived in? That’s a Waterstone’s now, and even if it was, there’s no way you’d afford a place like that -”

The others look at you in confusion. “Victoria told us that the house was destroyed in an air raid,” Nick explains slowly.

You shake your head, pointing towards the bookstore. “Go look for yourself, plaque’s still there, and everything. She ended up spending all the Penbury fortune, went flat broke.”

“Explains a lot,” Lauren mutters under her breath.

“Yes, well, anyway!” Jason raises his hands up, as well as his voice. “I’m on about the one that Victoria ended up getting when he di- well, ‘died’, I guess,” Jason holds up air quotes over the word ‘died’. You both stand there in stunned silence, so he explains, “Vic said she found a letter from your dad, before the place got bombed, or… Whatever the fuck actually happened to it, it doesn’t matter, now. The letter was meant to go to his lawyer but I guess he never got to give it to him before… Well,” he gestures, and you both nod in understanding. “Anyway, so in this letter your dad had written, it said that he’d bought an extra place, for if you were to ever go off to war and want a place to come back that was all your own,” he gestures to Ralph, who swallows hard.

“Father bought… Bought me a house?!” He asks, stunned.

“He wrote some bullshit in there about how it might help you start a family and keep the Penbury name intact, that your… ‘pursuit of a wife would be easier if you already had a place of your own’,” Jason pulls a face and shakes his head.

Ralph nods in understanding, pressing his lips together with a faltering, “Now that sounds like Father.”

“So, when you ‘died’, Vic claimed that she had the right to inherit that house, and that’s where we lived. And, um… I sort of… Gave you a nephew?” Jason smiles weakly at Ralph. “But he went off and started his life elsewhere, and fuck knows what happened to him.”

“Hmm, I thought I could maybe blag our way into claiming that Jase is entitled to inherit it, too, because of the family name, but I doubt it, if JJ never came back for it. I seriously doubt Victoria’s still going,” he shakes his head. “Never mind, we’ll just start flogging this stuff and go from there. Anyway! Insane to see both of you, together, at the same time, but, y’know. Glad to see you’re both well, now.” Nick smiles at you both, and you nod.

“Good to see you guys, too! Helps put things at ease that the whole time travelling thing doesn’t make the universe implode on itself.” They laugh, and you look over at the building next to you before nudging Ralph. “Hey, they could probably try selling some of their stuff to your shop, couldn’t they?”

“There’d be no harm in trying,” Ralph agrees. “Though I should warn you, the owner is a tad… Eccentric.”

Lauren scoffs, “Fuck me, if Ralph’s calling someone eccentric, they must be a raving fucking lunatic!” She picks up one of the bags and heads to the door, slapping Ralph’s arm as she walks past him. “See you around, yeah?”

“Y-Yes, of course. All of you,” Ralph smiles, shaking the other men’s hands as they all pile into Ralph’s workplace.

Your mind starts trying to work in rapid fire, trying desperately to connect dots that seem impossible to connect. Thankfully, Ralph for once manages to keep you on task, even managing to buy what you’d asked him to - though instead of working up the nerve to seek out a cashier, he’d opted for the equally challenging task of trying to operate a self-service checkout while you frantically Google every little bump in the road you come across - though on incognito mode, of course, just in case.

Once you’re sitting down together in a cafe, waiting on your lunch, you finally try and articulate your train of thought to Ralph. “Look, all you need to prove that you’re a rightful heir is a name, a story that you’re related, and three months’ worth of proof that you live somewhere. So, granted, we’re gonna need to find something to sign you up to that’ll mail you stuff, but after that, in just three months, we might be able to get that place!”

“Well,” Ralph starts, wringing his hands together on the table. “Babs was telling me something about - about the taxes she has to file, apparently there’s some sort of form I have to be given at the end of the month, I didn’t say anything because she’s the one that pays me, but she had said something about deducting it from my pay already, it’s a… System I couldn’t wrap my head around,” he shakes his head. “But she did say… That if I’m asked to prove anything about my pay, she also has my official pay slips in her possession.”

You look at him incredulously. “So, what, they have your work’s address on them? As if you live there?”

“Not quite… She asked for our address some time ago, and I assumed it was in case of emergencies so I told her, and so I suppose that’s what she’s submitted on the slips. She said that she never sends them because there’s no point, if we want them, we can simply ask her.”

You’re practically vibrating in your seat with excitement. “So, we can take those… With your name on… Make up some story about how we found a photo online of your great-grandad who looks just like you and found out he owned that house…” You grin at him. “And it’d be ours!”

Ralph deflates a little. “I wish I could share your enthusiasm, my love, but I fear our luck has run out by now. I mean, surely I’d need a legal record, too!”

You shake your head furiously. “It only says they might ask, online. And you’ve charmed your way out of identification before on countless occasions, what’s one more time?! “

“It’s just an awfully big risk, I mean, what if we get caught? What if we’re imprisoned, questioned - would they even believe what happened with me? It’s just too close to being impossible!”

“Exactly!” You slap the table a few times before grabbing Ralph’s hands to hold them. “Everything about us is just shy of being impossible. You are a 26 year old man who was born in 1901. I am someone who’d given up entirely on love until I literally walked right into meeting my literal soulmate.”

Ralph smiles bashfully, “I wouldn’t have thought you believed in soulmates.”

“That’s my point! I didn’t either! I never would have! But you make the almost-impossible entirely possible. You made an entire life for yourself here where you are loved and admired by literally thousands of people, including the most ride-or-die friends you could have asked for. That are, probably right this second, also researching how to keep you here as long as we possibly can. Who can say they’ve got friends like that, hm? You think Victoria and all her little pals would put that much effort into keeping her around?” Ralph shakes his head. “Right. Because you’re special, Ralph. I know it. We all know it. Just… Come on.”

“But there’ll be inheritance tax, surely,” he counters, “and then, what? I haven’t paid tax in… Ninety-seven years!”

“So, if that happens, we do what Anna says. Once we’ve established that you’re definitely entitled to the house in the name of Ralph Penbury, we spin a tale that you were never registered. Sure, you’d probably be lumped with a load of tax to pay back, but…” You tut out a breath as you think before gasping, clapping and holding his hands again. “What if, we get the house, but I tell my parents we’re buying it, rather than inheriting it?! Get them to give me a loan for a deposit, you use it to start paying off tax stuff, and then instead of all our money going on rent, you can pay the tax people back and I can pay my parents back.”

“It all sounds rather hair-brained,” Ralph states, but with a smile that says he believes in the cause.

“It’s completely hair-brained,” you admit with a nod. “It’s insane and out there and nobody in their right mind would actually think it works. Which is what’s gonna make it work. Right?”

“It’s just - It’s the risk,” Ralph shakes his head, but you pull his hands up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles.

“Ralph Do-You-Have-A-Middle-Name? Penbury.” He laughs. “I am so… Ridiculously, madly, insanely in love with you that I would be willing to put my entire life on the line for you. I would quite literally risk it all.”

Ralph’s ears burn red as he smiles bashfully. “And you call me the hopeless romantic.”

“God, I know. I guess you’ve corrupted me, too,” you pull a face, and he laughs.

“You’re right, though. What sort of man would I be if I didn’t heed my own word? Though I may have far less to put on the line… I would do anything for you, my love. As long as I still have you, I will have everything.”

“Trust you to out-fluff me,” you smirk. “So, you’re willing to give it a shot?”

He takes a deep breath in, and finally nods. “Very well. Whatever happens, we shall have each other, always.”

You kiss his hands again with a grin. “Always.”

~~~

The clang of metal against metal as the door shuts behind you makes you jump out of your skin. “Jesus fucking Christ, warn someone when you’re doing that, won’t you?” you glare over at the uniform-clad man as he wrenches his key out of the lock.

“If it’s too loud for your delicate little ears, sunshine, don’t stay so close,” he sneers.

“Got no choice, have I?” you ask, rolling your eyes and gesturing down, and an almost wicked smile creeps along the man’s face.

“That’s what you get, ending up in a place like this where people like you don’t belong,” he tuts, shaking his head. “If you can’t hack it…”

“Oi, dickhead,” a voice calls from behind you. “You’re all done, now, ain’t ya? If you want to keep that face of yours arranged the way your mother made it, you’ll jog on.”

He looks at you with a smug frown, waggling his eyebrows, “That really the sort of thing you want to be known for? Dangerous reputation around these parts.”

You groan, leaning down to press your forehead into the knuckles holding your car door open as you’re standing halfway in it. “Just get that lorry of yours out of my parking space before I get done for being on double yellow lines, yeah?” The man kisses his teeth as he clambers back into his vehicle and drives away. You pull a face as you put on a mock voice, “‘Get a man with a van’, they said. ‘It’ll make your move so much easier’, they said. Prick. Thanks for helping me deal with him,” you simper at Ralph’s friend Charlotte as she scoops up a box from the pavement.

“Yeah, well. Someone’s gotta put pricks like that in their place, and it sure as shit ain’t our Ralphie,” she scoffs, and you chuckle. "Want me to go grab him so you lovebirds can say goodbye?” She says in a joking tone, pulling a kissy face at you.

You laugh, “Says the person who can’t go twelve seconds without sucking on Yankee-Doodle’s face in there,” you waggle your eyebrows.

“You’re lucky I like you, d’y’know that?” she teases, sticking her tongue out at you before turning on her heel, laughing as she faces away from you and sees Ralph emerging out from the front door of his townhouse. She wolf-whistles as the two cross paths, which Ralph looks very confused at, to your amusement.

“Sorry I have to go into work,” you pout your lower lip out in a frown as he approaches you. “They’re just so short-staffed, and I -”

“Don’t you fret, my love,” he interjects, leaning in to press a quick peck to your lips. “You must go where you are needed. Not to worry, we will remain hard at work here, and then when you return, you can relax in your new, furnished home.”

“Our home,” you correct him. “It is yours, after all. I just can’t believe that this is all real.”

“I’ve felt that way for some time, myself,” Ralph admits softly, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers, and you feel yourself physically melt against your car door.

“Right, I’m going before I end up feeling even worse about leaving you guys behind.” You pull Ralph in for another, longer kiss, carding your fingers through his curls as he cradles the back of your neck. A laugh bubbles between your lips as you murmur against him, “This isn’t helping!”

“Ah, what’s one more minute of them not having you?” he smiles coyly at you, and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“What if they said that about me coming back home to you, hm?”

Reluctantly, Ralph steps away. “Very well. Have a wonderful day, darling. Travel safely.”

You turn your nose up and shake your head. “Nah, think I’m gonna finally live life on the edge today.” Ralph gives you a look that tells you he isn’t amused, and you grin back, blowing him a kiss. “Be good!”

“When aren’t I?!”

~~~

You’re not sure that you’ll take the train every time you have to go to work, now; despite it being quicker, having to actively pay both ways and being sandwiched amongst so many people just doesn’t seem worth it. Still, today of all days, you wanted to get home as quickly as you could, despite all the local landmarks tempting your inner tourist. You’ve got all the time in the world now to explore them, and besides, it’d be far more entertaining showing them all to Ralph.

You unlock the door and are immediately greeted by the smell of something cooking, something really good. You step through the hallway and into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as you watch Ralph reading from a recipe book, squinting close to the page as he drags his finger across each line of his next instruction, his mouth moving along with every word. "Looks like you could do with some glasses," you pipe up, and Ralph yelps in surprise as he looks up at you.

"Hello, my love! Welcome home! Um, I didn't hear you come in, my apologies, I'd have met you at the door if I'd have known."

"It's okay," you soothe as you stride over to him, pulling him into a deep kiss. "What's this in aid of, is everyone staying for dinner?" A pang of disappointment strikes your chest. As much as you love yours and Ralph's friends, you were sort of hoping to have your first night in the new house alone with him.

"Not tonight, darling, this is in aid of you!" Ralph smiles over at you. "Since I have been learning, and you have been working so hard at your shop, especially juggling it all with sorting out the house and you've still been the one to make countless meals for us, I thought I would try and make your favourite meal."

You let out a small, happy whimper, kissing his cheek. "As long as it hasn't been stressing you out. Do you want any help?"

"Well, I suppose now that you mention it, I do need somebody to stand right there and just look casually beautiful, and - well, would you look at that, you're a natural!" He beams over at you, leaning in to kiss you again.

You grin bashfully, hiding your face in his shoulder. "God, look at what you've done to me! You've made me all mushy and shit."

"Happy to help, my love," he smiles, pressing one more kiss to your head before returning to his recipe.

"Sure you don't want me to help? Read things out or anything? I don't want you straining your eyes," you frown.

"Well, it's not as though I can get my eyes tested, is it?" he asks as he continues preparing food.

"But if it's just a case of reading close-up, you can get reading glasses over the counter in the shops," you explain.

"But aren't glasses rather… Unseemly?" he asks with knitted brow.

You shake your head. "If anything, the right ones would make you appear very, very… Seemly," you pull a face, not knowing if that was the correct term to use or not, and Ralph laughs gently.

"Just go and get comfortable, my love. I will call for you when dinner is served."

"Oh, yeah, forgot we have a dining room with a table, now," you smirk. "Just look at us, living the high life!"

Ralph gasps, "Oh, speaking of! Hannah left us a housewarming gift, she donated her tee-vee so that we could have one in our bedroom, as well!"

The way Ralph elongates the letters in TV so deliberately will never not charm you. "That was nice of her! How come?"

"She's moving in with that girl she met last month. All seems a bit fast-moving, if you ask me."

You look at him incredulously. "Look who's talking!"

"Yes, Hannah did point out something similar to me," he admits, ears blushing. 

You chuckle as you navigate your way through to your new bedroom. It seems strange, your familiar furniture against such an unfamiliar backdrop. Every room looks so dated - naturally, it hadn't been touched since the 50s, apparently. Still, that Pinterest board you've been working on for years is finally going to go to good use.

Your heart swells when you see the bed littered with rose petals, a classic touch that has Ralph written all over it. You explore all the dressers and wardrobes in the room, familiarising yourself with where Ralph and your friends have decided to unpack your things. You open up your underwear drawer, thumbing across the carefully-arranged bras with a smile. Finding a particularly intricate number, you fish for its matching underwear, and decide to change into it. Ralph did ask you to slip into something more comfortable, right? You find something flattering to put over the whole set and rejoin him downstairs.

He's stirring something in a pan, looking rather proud of himself, when you get back to the kitchen. This time, you tap your knuckles against the door to make your presence known, so as not to surprise him. However, once he sees you, Ralph immediately drops the utensil he's using back into the pot with an almighty clatter, his jaw visibly dropping. You smile bashfully and he clears his throat, "Forgive my reaction, my darling, but you look positively ravishing."

In Ralphspeak, you know that's the equivalent of him calling you the closest thing to sexy he's probably willing to say. At least, for now. Maybe you've still a little corruption left in you. Still, it's enough to cause your heart to race. "You like?"

"I love. I mean, of course, I love you no matter what, but…" He blows out a breath that tickles the curls that hang across his brow. "You really do look absolutely delectable."

After a lingering moment, you manage to tear your eyes away to look at what's cooking. "Speaking of, so does this! You sure I can't be of any help?"

"Not at all, my dear, it's just about ready to serve. And just in time, so I can no longer fear about getting too… Distracted," he smiles coyly, looking you up and down the way he always does. There's something a little different in the way he looks at you, though. A different sort of gleam illuminates his eyes. One that makes you want to wolf down your food, drag him up to the bedroom and pull him on top of you.

But still, he's worked hard on this meal, and he looks so proud of himself. Though he dishes up, he still rushes ahead of you into the dining room to make sure he pulls out your seat for you, guiding the chair back with you as you readjust it and kissing your cheek before lighting a candle you vaguely recognise as an old secret Santa gift that you never ended up using, and going back for your food.

You exchange stories about your day: you, about the stresses of working short-staffed on a weekend during a school holiday, meaning a terrifying crossover of screaming babies and toddlers, chaotic children, less-than-trustworthy teenagers and overly-entitled adults; Ralph, about all the different ways your friends almost broke almost every piece of furniture you own while trying to get it into the house. Both equally stressful for you to recount.

At first, once you're done, Ralph insists on cleaning up after himself, but after a lot of pouting, eyelash batting and gentle touches, you coax him out to sit in the living room - another whole room dedicated to one thing, you've not lived like this since you moved out of your parents' - and cuddle up to him on the sofa.

Your embrace barely lasts a minute before your lips are on his, again. He’s desperate to get as close to you as he can, clawing at your clothes as he presses the kiss open. Holding the back of his neck to steady yourself, you move yourself up to straddle his lap, letting your tongue slip into his mouth and moaning at the sensation of his against yours. He echoes you as his hands slip down your sides to squeeze your hips. You buck them under his touch, feeling his erection grow beneath you.

He chokes out a soft, “May I?” as his fingers curl around to grip at the fabric of your top. You nod, sitting back and holding your arms up to let him take it off of you. He starts trying to fold it up behind you but, impatient, you take the garment from him and blindly throw it behind you, holding his face to kiss him again.

He takes your hands into his own and guides them back down, his kisses moving from your lips, down your jaw and to your neck, where he finds an especially sensitive spot and stays there, kissing it over and over again, all while muttering sweet nothings to you. “You are so very beautiful, my darling… How fortunate I am to be this intimate with you… Just exquisite in every conceivable way…" You rock your hips faster at his words, throwing him off his train of thought entirely as he sits back and watches you lustfully.

His gaze isn't trained on your face, though. Instead, he's transfixed on the way your breasts move, both from your heaving breaths and from grinding on him. Biting your lip, you wrap a hand around the back of his neck and start pushing it towards you as his tongue just pokes out enough to wet his lips. "Wanna put that mouth to better use?" You ask as you guide him closer to your chest.

He gasps in soft delight, looking up at you gleefully. "Are you quite sure?" You nod and his face melts into one of pure ecstacy. "Thank you, my love," he mutters before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. 

His plush lips press against your flesh as he kisses, sucks and licks at your nipple. Biting back a moan, you rest your hand in his hair, ruffling it slightly and muttering with a smile, “You like that, don’t you?” He hums out an mm-hm that vibrates against your skin, and reaches up to play the other nipple between his finger and thumb. You keen towards him, grip tightening and head bending down to him as you groan loudly, “Fuck, that’s it, good boy!” Words you’d never have thought you’d say in such a context fly out of your mouth so easily, and you could swear he sounded like he was chirping with happiness as you said them.

He moves away from the breast he’s suckling on, pressing one more brief peck to your wet, hardened nipple, and starts to focus on the other, still brushing the other nipple with the backs of his knuckles. You whine, whimper and moan as your still-clothed cunt begs for sweet release. You’re constantly amazed at how quickly Ralph can bring you to an apex few had ever even managed to. “God, Ralph, need you so bad.”

“Of course, please forgive me, got rather carried away there,” he mumbles apologetically to you, but the kiss you press to his forehead tells him there’s nothing for him to be sorry for. Ralph looks around, his brow furrowing. “Um, I don’t wish to diminish the mood at all, but there doesn’t seem to be an awful lot of… Space, here.”

You cock your head, smiling coyly. “You wanna go to the bed you prepared for this exact occasion?”

Ralph returns a smaller, more sheepish smile, his ears tinting. “Ah, you noticed. I suppose, of course you did, it would be difficult not to. Still, was it alright? Or too much?” His face falls. “It was too much, wasn’t it?”

You fleetingly frown in thought. “A little, yeah.” Your expression quickly changes back into a grin, though. “But it was your brand of too much, which makes it perfect.” You lean back to unbutton his shirt. “Unfortunately, my brand is not being patient enough to wait that long.”

“I wouldn’t say that of you, you were rather patient with me all those months,” Ralph notes pointedly, and you laugh.

“Yeah, you used it all up!” You climb off of him, slowly sliding the bottom half of your outfit off, but leaving your underwear on. Looking over at him gawking, you smirk, "You sure you want this? Not exactly dressed for the occasion."

He reaches up to stroke the pad of his thumb across the intricate design of your underwear. "Of course, you had been wearing a matching set, but it was I who became so impatient that I missed out on seeing it in full, my deepest apologies, my love, I - well," he suddenly, hurriedly slips himself out of all his clothes, leaving them in a heap by his feet, making you giggle again.

"Maybe I'll still let you see it," you tell him suggestively, hooking your thumbs into the elastic of your panties. "Maybe I'll wear it all again and take some photos on your phone." With nothing left to cover it, you watch Ralph's cock twitch at the idea and bite your lip to compose yourself. "Maybe," you continue as you slowly push your underwear down your thighs, "I'll leave a video or two, as well." You watch his face as you let them fall past your ankle, stepping out of them and walking back over to him. "What do you think?"

"I think you spoil me, my love," he smiles softly. He reaches down to the jeans he'd all but ripped off of himself, fumbling through a pocket until he pulls out a condom and starts to put it on himself.

Watching the act of him wrapping it around himself and sliding it down is almost enough to totally distract you from your initial thought. Almost. "Did you really just have a condom just sitting there in your pocket? And you make out like I'm the horndog!"

Ralph blushes, "Yes, well, I sort of… Hoped we would… Christen the place, so to speak.”

You climb into his lap, hovering yourself to line up with where he’s holding his shaft. “I like that idea,” you smile softly before sliding yourself down onto him. You both let out staggered moans as you let yourself get used to the sensation of being filled by him, before kneeling yourself up to the point where you can just about feel his tip still inside you and then sinking yourself back down.

His hands grip your hips tightly as he moans your name. You repeat the motions a few times, revelling in the way it feels to drop onto him, having him enter you so deeply and so quickly. You soon start to feel an ache, though, and decide to pace yourself, keeping him bottomed out inside of you and grinding against him until you feel rested enough to go again. 

You can see Ralph’s mouth constantly silently moving, as though he wants to keep complimenting you the way he always does, but he’s too blissed out from feeling you clench around him, your cunt gripping his cock tightly with no intention of ever letting him back out of you again. You especially try to make sure you commit the face he makes every time you pull yourself out just to fuck yourself back down onto him again, to your memory, knowing that just remembering the way he reacts to you would be enough to turn you on, if you ever needed anything to fuel your imagination.

At one point, while you’re rocking your hips with him inside you, you finally manage to get yourself at just the right angle to hit that sweet spot that Ralph is always able to find. Keeping yourself at the same angle, you move yourself even faster, moaning louder and more often.

Ralph seems to notice, and does his best to hold you in place as he bucks his hips up underneath your weight. You curl yourself forward, arms wrapped around his shoulders and face buried in his neck as he fucks you from where he sits beneath you. Knowing how good it makes you feel when he mutters sweet sentiments to you, you mumble against his skin, “Feel so good, Ralphie… You always know how to, you’re fucking amazing… So good to me, so sweet, my Ralph, no-one else’s… My sweet and handsome boy, knows just how to please me, fuck.” 

."He whimpers and whines, music to your ears as you feel your climax start to build again. “Oh, god, Ralphie, I’m so clo- Oh my god,” you groan as he starts to massage your clit in rapid circles. “Oh, fuck, yes, so good to me, thank you… Wish I could, do more for you.”

“- Already do the absolute most, darling,” he soothes. “’M already embarrassingly near to finishing, myself.”

You shake your head, “Nothing to be ashamed of, not at all, god, please cum for me, Ralphie, and I will for you, please?” Ralph completely falls apart beneath you at your words, moaning your name and digging his fingers bruisingly into your skin. You feel yourself becoming one with him as you ride out your orgasm.

He wraps his arms around your hips, cradling you on his lap, and you rest your forehead against his as you both breathe heavily, intertwined in body, in breath, in spirit. You’d never, ever thought you’d even ever contemplate the idea a year ago, but in this moment, you really are certain that Ralph is your one true soulmate.

He leans in to envelop your lips with his own in a sweet and passionate kiss before muttering, “Forgive me, my love, but I do rather need to take care of…”

You whine indignantly, but stand to climb off of him. “Suppose I should actually change into something comfortable now, eh?” You ask humorously, and you hear his laughter from where he’s throwing his used condom away in the bathroom. The downstairs bathroom that you now have in the townhouse where you live with the love of your life. This was always pipe-dream material, but here you are. Living it.

You run upstairs, taking a moment to again admire the state of the bed and think about all the ways you plan to christen it later, and look through clothes to get changed into. Opting for a tank-top-and-pyjama-bottoms combination, you take yourself to your en-suite and freshen up as you get changed.

When you open up the door again, Ralph is just pulling a white shirt over his head, and you smile fondly at his choice to pair it with a very familiar pair of sweatpants. “Those were the first clothes I ever gave you,” you recall, and he looks at you with a similar expression.

“I believe that was also what you had chosen to wear the first night I met you, as well. When you gave me your bed without knowing anything at all about me,” he reminisces.

You giggle, “Oh, yeah, you wouldn’t even look me in the eye because you didn’t want to be ‘improper’, now look at you!” You tap his nose teasingly, and his ears flush red.

“Oh, hush,” he frowns, but the air of a laugh hangs in his voice. “You really were - I mean, to take me in as you did, in my time of need while knowing absolutely nothing about me, especially after Mister Peter told you my far-fetched reasoning for being here…” Ralph wraps his arms around your waist. “Giving me the life I have now, the friends I have, the - everything,” he sighs wistfully. 

“Yeah, well. You try looking you right in the chocolate buttons and saying no to that face,” you smirk, and he laughs. “It’s like I said when we went to the inheritance people to get this place. With my gift of the gab, and your gift of the… Face, the charm, and the everything else you’ve got going for you, we’re unstoppable,” you beam.

“I still can’t believe you were able to talk them around like that,” he looks at you adoringly, and you shrug.

“The amount of backlog they so obviously had, and the amount of effort it would have taken if we hadn’t convinced them to cut some corners with us, it was a doddle,” you shrug. “I could tell they weren’t the brown-nosing type, they weren’t gonna go back to check every little part of what I said we’d set out to do was legitimately within their procedures.”

“A skill set like that is wasted on your little clothes shop,” he frowns, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, and you laugh.

“Yeah, well. Maybe it’s time I look for something new that’s a bit more local to this area,” you nod. “I don’t think Babs’d let you quit, though.”

“Heavens, no, she’d be out for my blood!” Ralph exclaims, and you laugh loudly.

Once you’re back at the sofa, cuddled up beneath a blanket and watching TV together, even though you’re curled up against Ralph’s chest, you can sense something’s bothering him. “You alright?” You ask him.

“Couldn’t be better, darling,” he replies, but the tension you feel beneath your cheek betrays his lie.

“Nah, c’mon, tell me,” you sit yourself up next to him, and he sighs heavily.

“Well, I was just thinking of how… I mean, yes, we have a house now, at least, but I’m still not legally a person, am I? I know we said we wouldn’t openly use that story about me never being registered and so on unless it were absolutely necessary.”

“Yeah, we agreed, only if you need serious medical treatment,” you nod.

“R-right, but what about the other things?” He asks warily, twiddling his thumbs.

“Like holidaying? We can survive not going abroad, Ralph,” you laugh.

“Not just that… What about… Well, we could never be truly wed, or be a family,” you hear his voice get weaker, shakier.

“Sure, we can,” you wrap your arm around his shoulders and pull him so that he nuzzles into your neck, stroking his hair. “Okay, so we couldn’t get, like, legally married, but so what? We can still use the same bank account as if it were a joint one. I could easily change my name by deed poll. We could still throw a wedding in every other aspect, just without the signing the register. And as for the other bit, I mean, you can register with just one parent and add another later, if we do get away with your story about neither of yours registering you.”

“You seem rather sure in your knowledge, there,” he notes with a hint of amusement.

“Yeah, well… Maybe I looked into it all a little.” He looks over at you with a knowing grin, and you feel yourself get sheepish. “What?”

“Nothing, dearest,” Ralph chimes. “Just seems a little… What’s that word that you call me all the time?”

“Sappy? Tell me about it,” you shake your head, and Ralph laughs. 

“It’s an honour to make you feel that way, darling,” he leans over to kiss you. After a few minutes, he breaks away to stroke your cheek with his thumb as he holds your face. “You seriously see a future - of us? With me? I -”

You pull him in for another kiss, laughter bubbling between you as you do so, “Yes, you big dafty!”

He chirps happily. “Well, I suppose I’ve a lot to do, then, haven’t I!”

You take a deep breath in as you brace yourself to potentially let Ralph down. “Yeah, but… look, when I said I was looking into it, I meant as in, like, way into our future, yeah? We’ve got bags of time, I just want to enjoy it all with you, you know?”

To your surprise, Ralph scoffs at you. “Well, naturally. Did you think I would propose to you in this manner? Without so much as a ring? Or even your family’s blessing?”

“Oh, well, that won’t take long at all,” you smirk. “I bet you, when we go have dinner with Mum and Dad next week, by the time we even tell them that we’re together now, Mum’ll be asking you what colour her wedding outfit should be!”

A proud smile bursts onto Ralph’s face, but it quickly fades. “Do you think they’ll fear that us getting a house together is too big of a commitment too quickly?”

“Again. Ralph. They love you,” you reiterate to him, squeezing his hand. “And once they find out you’re responsible for us moving to Southwark, where they are? Dad’ll have gotten himself ordained by the time they bring out desserts just to make sure you’d become a permanent part of the family.”

Ralph’s heart swells hundredfold at the sentiment as he embraces you in yet another kiss. “I suppose I am rather overthinking things, aren’t I?”

“Just a tad,” you scrunch your face up, and he laughs.

“I mean, it’s really no different than when we were living at your flat, really, is it?” He chuckles, and you shake your head.

“Except we could have a pet, now,” you muse, and Ralph sits up straight, his face full of excitement.

“Could we get a cat?!” He beams at you, making you laugh.

“God, you and cats, what is with that?”

“I have a theory,” he muses. “Since Cheese and I got along so well so quickly, I think because we were so similar, he put in a good word with all the other cats. That’s the only explanation there could possibly be.”

After a brief hesitation, you laugh, “Sorry, in what way are you so similar to our old neighbour’s cat?!”

“Well, both of us were sort-of confined to our little flats, neither of us technically supposed to be there. I think he could sense that of me when I first met him, back when I… Upset that neighbour of yours.”

“Because you burnt your toast so badly that you almost suffocated the ninth floor with smoke?” You ask with raised eyebrows, and Ralph slinks back into his seat bashfully.

“Well, I’ve learned now, haven’t I?” He points out.

“That, you have. I’m so proud of how far you’ve come,” you hug his arm, shuffling up to his side. “With everything. How you’ve learned to cope with all this modern stuff, all the stuff you never got to learn growing up, and just… I’m really pleased you’ve been starting to love yourself as much - well, almost as much as I love you,” you simper, resting your head on his arm. “Ugh, god, I really am a sap now, aren’t I?”

Ralph chuckles, pressing a peck onto the top of your head. “At least we can both be, together, eh?”

You sigh contentedly as he wraps his arms around you, pulling the blanket around to make sure you’re both comfortable. You look around at the walls, imagining what decorating with Ralph is going to be like in the coming few weeks, and then picturing the photos you’d hang on there. Travels with Ralph all across the country. Your eventual engagement photos, because of course Ralph’s going to make that moment as photogenic as possible so you’ll have something to capture and savour that memory forever. Wedding photos, all your friends and Ralph’s all dressed up to the nines, singing and dancing the night away to celebrate the pair of you. Pictures of your eventual babies, some with Ralph’s eyes and some with his hair but all of them with his warm, kind smile. Those kids’ first moments, their first smiles, first steps, first day at school.

You break yourself away from your trance-like train of thought to see Ralph’s watching you with all the love that could possibly exist in the world currently living in his gaze. “I’m thinking of the same, too, my love,” he whispers excitedly, as though he’s able to see into your mind telepathically. “I can’t wait for the rest of our lives, either.”

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At Last-RalphxF!Reader (CH 5/End)

Ok so tell me why this chapter took me so long to write??? Lol here it is, the long awaited wedding night smut chapter!!! This chapter does indeed conclude the main At Last storyline. I say main storyline because I may end up writing one shots about these two down the road, just little things about daily life. But that may be a ways down the road as I have to focus on making inventory for a vendor market as well as a con I'm hoping to be a vendor at (tis the woes of a small shop owner). But I just wanted to give a big thank you to everyone who has enjoyed my story, reblogging it, commented such sweet words, or even just hearted it. This was the first story I wrote after a whole year of not writing and honestly I wasn't sure how it was gonna go. This story and everyone's reactions made me remember why I love writing so much though, and I can't thank you enough ❤️❤️...ok I'll stop rambling now lol TO THE SMUT!!

Summary: It's yours and Ralph's wedding night, and though a bit shy, Ralph is more than ready for the two of you to consummate your marriage.

Pairing: Ralph x Female!Reader

Word count: 7,219

Warnings: PURE SMUT!! MINORS DNI!!

This is also on ao3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

I also have a Ko-Fi 😊

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

And here we are in heaven

For you are mine

At last

"This place is beautiful!" You smiled, looking at the beautiful…well…mansion.

"I'm shocked that you and your sister don't live here!"

"Victoria didn't like the commute to London" he told you while he held the car door open for you, taking your hand as you stepped out.

"Commute or not, this place is breathtaking"

"I quite prefer my view" he smiled, his words making you look over at him, finding his eyes on you. You felt your face flush as you looked away.

"I still can't believe that I get to call you my wife" he sighed happily, bringing his hand to rest on your cheek.

"I still can't believe I get to call you my husband" you smiled back, your hand resting on his. The two of you stood there for a moment, simply gazing at one another, still unbelieving that you were truly married.

"Shall we go in?" You broke the silence first, your voice no more than a whisper, but Ralph heard you perfectly.

"O-Oh um yes, let's" he nodded, stepping forward to unlock the door and turning towards you, you gave him a confused look before he suddenly scooped you up with a strength you honestly didn't think he had, but a strength that had thoughts running through your head of him just taking you against a wall.

"Ralphie" you gasped while he stepped inside

"It's tradition for a man to carry his wife across the threshold is it not?" He smiled while looking down at you.

"Y-yes I suppose it is" you replied, already feeling the heat spread to your cheeks and lower. He gently put you down, his hand still resting on your side while you looked around.

"This place is amazing, I feel like I'm in a prince's castle" you giggle, causing him to smile while looking around as well.

"I'm glad…That I found the one who fit the shoe" he spoke, causing you to look at him, your heart melting at his words.

"I'm glad you found me too my prince" you told him, cupping his cheek and bringing his lips to yours, the kiss was gentle and sweet…at least it began gentle and sweet, you knew that Ralph wouldn't make the first move so you decided to, swiping your tongue over his lip you felt him gasp, creating an opportunity for you to gently glide your tongue along his, earning a moan from him that had your body heating up. His hands hesitantly rested on your hips as he followed your lead, his tongue gliding over yours before exploring your mouth, your moan at his action had him whimpering and pulling you closer, his excitement already becoming obvious. You knew he would be shy tonight, heck this was a big night for the both of you but you knew that Ralph was a bit worried.

"What if…What if I ruin our first time?" He had asked you one night while you two talked, the held back tears told you that this was a very big fear of his.

"Oh Ralphie" you cooed, cupping his cheek and turning his head towards you.

"You won't ruin it sweet boy, there may be some clumsiness from both of us, and we will both have to learn the other's body, what the other likes and doesn't like, but we'll be learning together" you told him, leaning in to capture his lips.

His tightened grip and whine brought you out of your thoughts as he gently bit your bottom lip, causing you to smile in the kiss. Slowly you pulled away, feeling Ralph chase after your lips, not wanting the kiss to end just yet. You indulged him for a moment longer before pulling away to look at him, amber eyes now darkened while soft pants fell from his lips as he looked at you. His hands still gripped tightly to your waist as his front pushed against yours, his excitement clearly evident. You could still taste the champagne on your lips from the kiss, and with one more look you dove back in. Earning a whimper from him while he backed up, pulling you along with him until his back hit the wall. Your lips left his to kiss his chin, hands slowly undoing his bowtie before unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, enough to allow access to the silky skin of his neck.

"D-Darling" he moaned as soon as your lips came in contact with the junction between his shoulder and neck, the sound making your heart race and body heat up even more. His hands gripped your hips tighter, hips stuttering to find a rhythm as he ground your body against his. You paid special attention to that area, kissing and sucking on the soft skin, listening as his breathing pick up even more, moans falling from his lips before he covered his mouth to quiet them. Pulling back you looked up at him, his face flushed deeply while his eyes were closed, brows upturned as he trembled lightly. If this was how worked up he got from just a bit of light teasing you couldn't wait to see him once you both started.

"Ralphie" you spoke softly, watching his eyes open, those soft brown eyes gazing down at you.

"You don't have to hide your noises from me" you told him, hand coming up to rest on the hand that covered his lips, he let you slowly bring it down, lacing your fingers together as he whimpered.

"I-It's quite embarrassing" he told you, making you kiss his cheek to try and sooth him.

"Oh Ralphie, it's not embarrassing, I love your sounds, I find them rather…Arousing" you told him, watching his eyes widen.

"You do?"

"I do, infact, I would show you but-" you trailed off, looking towards the stairs.

"B-but?" He asked quickly, causing you to turn towards him with a smirk that had his breath catching and his throat going dry.

"But you'd have to take my dress off first"

And if there was ever an expression of someone who could cum right then and there, it was the one he wore. Mouth hanging open slightly, dark eyes blown wide as he stared at you.

"Would you like that Ralphie?" You asked, backing away from him and running your hands from your collarbones, across your breasts, down your sides and hips. Surprising even yourself with your sudden confidence.

"Would you like to take my dress off?"

"W-without q-question" he groaned, hands fisting the fabric of his pant legs.

"Then I guess we should move to the bedroom" you told him, backing towards the stairs.

"Unless you want to take me right here?" You questioned, watching as Ralph followed like you had a leash on him.

"Y-Yes"

"Yes you want to take me right here?" You giggled.

"N-No, I m-mean-" he walked forward, grabbing your hand and beginning his ascent up the stairs.

"In the bed first" he muttered, the dark blush never leaving his face, but his words made your own face flush, so there was some spice under all that sweet. The two of you walked down a hallway on the second floor before stopping in front of a door, when he pushed it open it revealed a beautiful bedroom. Against the far wall was a four post bed, with what already looked like beautiful silk sheets. There was a door on either side and you wondered where they led to, the curtains covered the large windows to the right and there sat a wardrobe, desk, and chair to the left.

"Oh wow" you gasped, stepping into the room.

"This is beautiful"

"N-Not as beautiful as you my love" he told you, causing you to turn and smile at him.

"Awe Ralphie" you cooed, walking further in and hearing him close the door behind the two of you. You made your way over to the bed, running a hand along one of those posts before turning to look at him, who hadn't moved from his spot in front of the door.

"Are you nervous?" You asked, very well knowing he was, but you wanted Ralph to talk to you, now was not the time to clam up.

"Y-Yes" he told you, looking at the ground.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to-"

"I want to!" He started suddenly, meeting your gaze, before looking away again.

"I'm just…You know what I'm afraid of" he told you.

"Ralphie" you spoke softly, holding your arms out for him, he made his way over to you, happily letting you wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek.

"I'm afraid of messing up our first time too, but like I said before, this is going to be a learning experience for both of us. We can do this as slow as you want to sweet boy, and we can stop at any moment" you told him, running your hand through his perfectly styled hair, happily messing it up.

"S-Shouldn't I be saying this to you?" He asked, but you could feel the smile against your neck.

"I feel like you are a bit more nervous than I am cutie" you told him with a giggle, feeling him hold you tighter as he pressed his face into your neck more, before beginning to leave gentle kisses on your skin, the action causing you to let out a breath, your hand still tangled in his hair while the other rubbed his side. You felt his lips beginning to leave a trail down your neck and across your collarbone, stopping once he reached the end of the low V, before coming back up on the other side. By the time he finally reached your lips again you were completely red and breathing faster, earning a shy smile from him.

"Good?" He asked, still unsure of himself.

"Very good" you breathed, staring into his eyes while you felt his hands slowly glide up your sides and around your back, gently grabbing the zipper of your dress. He looked at you for permission, unsure if you were ready, with a smile you nodded and felt him slowly lower the zipper, your dress becoming looser around your form. He quickly dove in to capture your lips in a heated kiss as the dress fell, pooling around your feet. His hands came back to rest on your sides, though when his hands met your heated skin a strangled moan fell from his lips that parted from yours with a small gasp. He stared into your eyes, too shy to look down at your almost completely naked form, after all, all you had on now were your white lacy panties, and your shoes that you quickly kicked off and slid your dress under the bed so you wouldn't trip on it. You watched him close his eyes, and take a deep breath before he looked down at you, the whimper instantly leaving him at the sight. There you were, standing almost completely bare before him, a sight that in his mind he swore he wasn't worthy to see.

"You're so beautiful" he breathed, eyes raking over your form, his hands itched to move, to take your breasts in them and worship your entire being.

"Touch me Ralph" you whispered, afraid to speak louder than that, the thought of disturbing the quiet that had taken over the room too much for you. You sighed as his hands slowly made their way up your sides, cupping the underside of your breasts before looking up at you. You couldn't help but giggle at his slightly lost look, and with surprisingly steady hands, you brought his up higher to completely cup your breasts, listening to his breath hitch upon feeling your already pebbled nipples graze his palms, a moan left his lips before they were on yours again, swallowing your surprised moan as he began to gently squeeze, palms running over your already sensitive skin before his lips parted from yours, leaning down quickly to capture one of your nipples. The sensation had another hushed moan leaving you while your hands tangled in his hair. The feeling of his tongue running along your skin before his teeth lightly grazed you had your head becoming fuzzier by the second, and here he was worried he would ruin your first time together.

"Ralphie" you moaned, knees almost giving out when he gave a rather hard suck, his other hand coming up to play with your neglected breast. You heard a moan in response to yours, the vibrations not helping your already weakened legs, and you swore you would have started to slide down to the floor if Ralph's hand hadn't grabbed you and brought you closer to him. His mouth now on your other breast, giving it just as much attention before letting go with a pop, a thin string of saliva connecting his mouth to your skin.

"Was that good?" He whispered, and oh, looking up into his blown eyes filled with so much love and lust combined, you knew this boy would be the death of you.

"That was perfect" you breathed.

"Really?" He asked, a smile making it's way to his lips.

"Why don't you feel for yourself?" You smiled, watching as he gave you a very confused look, even tilting his head slightly..Oh your little puppy dog. Grabbing his hand that was now resting on your hip you slowly brought it down to the top of your panties. Waiting to see if he would take the next step on his own.

"You can reach inside'' you breathed against his lips, waiting, and soon feeling his hand slowly make its way under your waistband, inching lower until his fingers could lightly graze.

"Oh my-" he moaned, other hand pulling you closer, slamming his lips onto yours, the moaned that came from him as he continued to run his finger along your soaked entrance, was only matched by the one of pure pleasure as he began to rock his hips against you, the prominent bulge in his slacks telling you that you made him feel just as good.

"Right there" you breathed when his finger grazed across your clit, the feeling setting your nerves alight. Ralph focused on that spot, fingers making tight circular motions that had your knees going weak as you clung to him.

"F-Fuck" you panted, being shocked that your body was already at the edge, though you had been so pent up and frustrated for a month that it shouldn't have been a surprise when you quickly tumbled over the peak. Your hands clung to his sleeves, face buried in his shirt while your legs shook, the band in your stomach finally snapping as you moaned out Ralph's name. You were thankful that Ralph was holding onto you, otherwise you would have probably fallen to the floor with how much your legs felt like jello at that moment, but Ralph held you gently, his other hand coming out of your panties to hold you with his other arm as well. You could hear his heart racing, feel his shallow breaths before you finally looked up to meet his lust blown eyes.

"D-Did you? B-Because of–D-Did I?"

"Yeah you did" you giggled, watching as he took in a sharp breath, you adjusted yourself, rubbing against the straining in his pants as you did so. Looking down you could see the very obvious tent in his dress slacks, a small patch of wetness already forming and honestly you couldn't wait to have him on the bed moaning. Bringing your eyes back to his you watched him swallow loudly, eyes not breaking your gaze as you leaned in and captured his lips for a moment, only parting to ask if you could undress him, to which he happily nodded. Your hands came up and began unbuttoning his vest, before reaching in to unbutton his dress shirt, pulling it from his pants before pushing the shirt, vest, and jacket off of his shoulder, hearing the fabric fall to the floor while your hands roamed the newly exposed skin. You had never gotten the chance to feel more of Ralph than his hands really, so you greedily felt the soft skin of his neck, running down and across his chest, smiling in the kiss when he let out a gasp as your hands brushed over his nipples before descending lower.

"Can I?" You asked, earning a quick nod and a breathy

"Please" while you played with his waistband. You slowly unfastened his belt, pulling the leather from the loops before letting it fall to the floor, your hands moving to unbutton and unzip the pants for kissing him again, letting the pants fall down his legs where he quickly kicked them and his shoes off. You broke the kiss to look at a heavily panting Ralph while your fingers ran along the top of his underwear.

"Ralphie" you spoke softly, causing his dazed eyes to focus a bit more.

"Why don't you lay down on the bed ok? And take these off only when you're comfortable" you told him, watching as he swallowed again, nodding before slowly detaching himself from you. You watched him walk over to the bed, quickly taking his socks off before standing up again, his back to you while he seemed to take a deep breath before you watched him hook his fingers in his waistband and pull them down. You would be completely lying if you said you didn't admire the view, the porcelain skin stretched over the muscles of his back that flexed while he leaned forward, the arms and legs that looked far stronger than you imagined them too, the idea of his strength flooding back to you. And lastly, the very cute butt that had you smiling and giggling like a schoolgirl. You watched him climb into the bed, before turning to face you upon hearing your giggles.

"W-What?" He asked, a new blush spreading across his face.

"Nothing Ralphie dear, was just admiring how cute you are, it made me a little giddy to think that you're all mine" you reassured him while making your way to the end of the bed. You slowly climbed up and over his body, never breaking eye contact and watching as your advance made him slowly lay down so he was completely at your mercy.

"Those thoughts make me very giddy as well" he smiled, hands coming up to hold your waist.

"Ralphie?" You whispered, descending to capture his lips in a quick kiss before moving your kisses to his jaw and neck, quickly finding the spot you had found earlier.

"Y-Yes! l-love?" He moaned loudly, head falling to the side to allow you more access, access you happily took as you marked his skin, making sure to leave a mark high enough so even his shirt collars wouldn't cover it.

"Ralphie, can I please you?" You asked, lips slowly moving their way down to his chest.

"You already a-are" he whined, breath hitching when your lips grazed his nipple, a moan soon following as you wrapped your lips around it, your hands ran down his sides, stopping at his hips before coming back up.

"I want to please you more though" you told him once you felt like your lips had kissed and sucked on every inch of his chest.

"What do you-?" He breathed, breath coming out in quick pants, before he felt your hands dip a little lower on his hips, almost touching him.

"O-Oh"

"Only if you want Ra-"

"Please!" He begged, his tone causing heat to form between your legs once more, you had a feeling Ralph would be the begging type, you just didn't expect it to be this soon.

"Anything for you my love" you told him, lips coming to capture his once more before descending down his body again, only this time you didn't stop at his chest, your lips left wet kisses along his hip bones, down and back up one thigh before repeating against the other. By the time you looked back up at him there were tears brimming in those doe eyes.

"Do you want my hand or my mouth?" You asked him, earning a whine and a buck of his hips from the man under you.

"Words Ralphie" you responded, leaning down to kiss his thigh again, so close yet so far from where he wanted.

"I-I don't know" he breathed

"E-Either–both–just t-touch me please m-my love" he begged, head falling against the pillow, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"Ok baby boy" you breathed, finally turning your eyes to your prize, Ralph wasn't too above average, a good size and girth, and very well groomed where it mattered, though that didn't surprise you with how well groomed Ralph was everywhere else. But the head was already a dark red and leaking steady droplets of precum, and you couldn't leave the poor guy like that any longer. Bringing your hand to your lips you made sure you had a generous amount of saliva before wrapping your hand around him. The initial reaction is one you expected, a sudden gasp followed by a whimper while his hips raised to drive his pelvis against your hand. You brought your free hand up to push his hips back down, calming him before slowly running your hand up and over the head, giving it a gentle squeeze before bringing your hand back down, drawing a breathy moan from him.

"Faster" he panted "Please"

Not wanting to deny him the pleasure, you sped up your movements, you thumb running along the slit to collect his spill, making your movements easier, you gave him a tighter squeeze once you reached the base again, and watched him throw his head back into the pillows, a moan falling from his lips. You did that a couple more times before he finally found words.

"M-Mouth please, darling I– I need more" he whined, looking down at you with small streaks of wetness falling down his cheeks as he pleaded with you. You decided against teasing him, knowing that could wait til another night, you adjusted yourself, licking a stripe from the base to the tip and watching as Ralph started falling apart. Peppering kisses along his shaft before slowly taking him in your mouth, you listened to his almost shout as you took him.

"Oh my G–!" He could feel your mouth hollow around him, creating a delicious friction as you began to bob your head, each downward motion causing more of him to slip into your wet heat until finally your nose was brushing the patch of hair at his base, but it was when you swallowed around him that he lost it.

"Yes! P-Please!" He moaned, hips surging forward, causing you to gag as he suddenly slipped down your throat. The sound making him suddenly lean up on his elbows, a worried look on his tear streaked face.

"Darling I'm s-so sorry! I didn't mean t-to I–OH!"He moaned, feeling you swallow around him again, he watched as you began bobbing your head again, this time moving quicker while feeling your tongue run along his vein.

"Love" he breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you through blurry eyes, mouth open to let out heavy breaths. You looked up at him, a moan leaving you and running through him at the sight you saw, the sensation causing him to toss his head back, still propped up on his elbows.

"Please don't stop" he begged, hips giving small thrusts as he chased the pleasure you had coursing through his blood, this was better than anything he had ever felt. He knew tonight would be a whole new experience, having never felt a woman or had one pleasure him, but this was far better than even the pleasure he gave himself. He felt your tongue dip into his slit, drinking up the salty liquid and causing him to shudder, the knot in his stomach tightening further. He moaned loudly at feeling your tongue work his skin while your head bobbed, one hand coming up to wrap around his base as your mouth worked the top, allowing you to breathe better and move faster. Your other hand came down to cup his heavy balls, rolling them in your hand and causing him to whimper at the overwhelming feeling, the coil tightening even more, and it was all becoming far too much.

"D-Darling" he whined, balancing himself on one arm to reach down and grab your shoulder. His only answer was a hum, a vibration that went straight through him.

"Love!" He moaned, hand gripping your shoulder harder as his hips lifted once again.

"I-I can't" he whispered, trying to warn you about his impending completion. But your head simply moved with vigor, hands fondling him in a way that had him seeing stars.

"I-I'm! If y-you don't mo–Darling!" He rambled, eyes shut tightly, tears sliding down his cheeks as he felt himself reaching his peak, tipping right at the edge. He felt your hand leave the base of him, before you completely swallowed him once more. The action too much for him as he came with a shout of your name, hand digging into your shoulder while his body leaned forward, stomach muscles clenching and unclenching as he filled your mouth with ropes of his hot seed. His vision going white while his mouth works overtime, he's unsure of what he's saying, only able to focus on the pleasure coursing through him, setting his nerves alight as you milk him. Only when you pull your mouth away does he open his eyes, vision dancing with black and white dots as he tries to focus on you, on the way you swallow his fill, wipe the spill from the corners of your mouth and lick your finger, before leaning down to lick him clean. The soft touches and gentle kisses relax his over-stimulated body, his mind slowly coming to as you rest your head against his thigh, looking up at him. He truly was a sight to see, flushed cheeks, a flush that spread to his ears and down to his chest, which rose and fell quickly. His completely blissed out stare while you waited for his mind to come out of his post-orgasm fog. You turned your head to the side, kissing his skin softly, earning a breathy giggle from the man under you, before you felt him reach down and take one of your hands in his, gently pulling you towards him. You complied, slowly crawling back over him and smiling when he pulled you down to capture your lips once you were close enough.

"Good?" You asked with a giggle

"Absolutely Wizard" he giggled back, both of you sharing smiles and basking in the closeness, you watched his breathing slow to a normal pace, his hand slowly and gently running along your back while you were cuddled against his side.

"I want to make you feel like that" he told you, and when you looked up at him his face was bright red.

"W-with my mouth a-and hands" he added, not daring to look at you afraid you wouldn't want him to, afraid you might not like the idea. You on the other hand felt a whole new wave of heat rush down your body at just the thought.

"If you want to" you told him, his eyes finally meeting yours.

"Yes?"

"Yes" you smiled, rolling off of him and laying in your back, watching as he crawled over you, his eyes darting everywhere before he decided to start with a kiss, a quick yet passionate one to steady himself before lowering his lips to your neck, seeking out the spot like his, and finding it soon enough. Your whimpers were music to his ears as he sucked marks along your skin, at first being afraid you would be angry at him for doing so, but the way you gripped his hair and held him against your neck as he sucked told him otherwise. He slowly moved down to your chest only when he was completely done with your neck, smiling at his handy work, even with a ring on your hand, this was sure to show men that you were his and he was yours. His mouth descended further, lips capturing your bud again, gliding his tongue over and around it before giving it a harsh suck, moaning at the way your body rose from the mattress, chest pushing further into his face while you mewled at the sensation. He spent longer on your breasts this time, learning what actions drew what noise from your lips, and it was only when you were squeezing his sides with your legs begging him for more did he release them.

"I-I love pleasing you" he whispered, rutting into the mattress to relieve some of the pressure that had already returned for him, hearing you moan, whimper, and whine for him, because of him, had caused him to recover quickly.

"I love it when you please me" you giggled.

"Then a-allow me t-to please you more" he smiled, hips finally stilling against the sheets as he continued his voyage downward, kissing along your hip bones and thighs the same way you did him, only when he came to a halt between your thighs, he was a bit less confident than you were. Looking up at you, you simply nodded, watching as he slowly pulled the white lace panties from your body.

"Y-You're so wet" he groaned, slowly bringing his hand from your thigh to your wetness, slowly running his finger along your slit before spreading your lips.

"Can I–Can I use my tongue?" He asked shyly, looking up at you, puppy eyes pleading.

"O-of course baby boy" you stuttered out through a moan, how could he be so cute and sexy at the same time?! You watched at Ralph ducked his head down, his tongue running from your opening to your clit in one flat line, causing you to let out what was probably your loudest moan yet, your hand immediately reaching for him, landing on those beautiful curls that had long since come out of their pristine styling. You volume encouraged him to repeat his action again and again, until he decided he wanted to know what would happen if his tongue simply found its way inside you. He reached as far as he could, moving it this way and that, trying to learn which patterns made your legs tighten around him and which made you moan louder.

"Ralphie" you pleaded.

"Y–Yes my love" he panted, breaking away from you, his mouth and chin soaked and shining with your wetness, a sight that had you moaning once more.

"R-Remember that s-spot that you f-focused on before?" You asked breathlessly, he simply nodded.

"This one" he spoke while reaching up and rubbing your nub, the feeling throwing you closer to your peak.

"Y-Yes! T-That one" Ralph watched you start to move around more while he rubbed, but he wondered what you would do if he… taking a steading breath, he moved his fingers, quickly replacing it with his mouth and giving it a slightly harsh suck. If you thought the moan you let out before was the loudest, it pales in comparison to the moan you let out of his name. The sound causing him to moan, his eyes rolling back and shutting as you grabbed at his curls harder, his tongue dipping out to flick across it, just as he had done to your nipples, only this time he could tell that the feeling had you rushing towards your end. But it still wasn't enough for you.

"Please Ralphie! I need more" You begged, eyes shut and head thrown back.

"Tell me what to do" Ralph whimpered.

"Your fingers" you moaned, feeling him start to replace his mouth with his fingers but you quickly stopped him, leaning up to reach down and grab his hand.

"Not there Ralphie" you smile, watching as he nodded, seeming a bit confused at first before it seemed like the lightbulb went off as he brought his finger down to your entrance, slowly pushing it in, you fell back on the bed, the moan leaving you instantly as you finally felt at least slightly full.

"Y-Yes" you breathed

"J-Just like that"

He nodded and began moving his finger around while inside of you, in awe at just how tight and wet you were, the feeling had him rutting against the sheets again. You on the other hand couldn't hold in the giggle, that only caused you to clench around his finger and earning a moan from him.

"Ralphie baby, you gotta move your finger" you told him.

"I am" he replied, curling his finger and hitting a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

"Yes" you panted.

"But it also feels good if you do that as well as move them in and out" you explained.

"Oh" he nodded, beginning to move his finger in and out of your gummy walls, curling them each time they were deep enough to hit that spot. He watched as your breath picked up, breasts rising and falling quicker while your eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure he was bringing you. He listened to you whimper and moan, the sounds going to his cock that dripped onto the sheets, he groaned when you begged him for more and he remember when you said it felt good when he moved them in and out, so he slowly entered another finger into your heart, whimpering when he felt no resistance at all. When he felt your fingers start tangling in his curls again he latched onto your nub once more, tongue flicking against it while his fingers pumped in and out of you faster. He looked up, wide eyes watching as you gripped the pillow with your free hand, face turned into it, crying out his name and pleas for him to not stop, not that he was planning on it. He moaned against you, the vibrations causing you to nearly scream as he doubled his efforts to get you to your peak,a peak that was fast approaching.

"I-I'm so close" you told him, hand tightening in his hair when he gave a harder suck, his fingers hitting that spot everytime.

"S-shit! B-baby! Baby I'm-!" You managed to get out before your vision went white. You could hear him moan, feel him quicken his pace, tongue flicking over your nub quickly while you rode out your orgasm. He only stopped when you tried to push him away because of the overstimulation. He looked up at you, worried he had done something wrong, but seeing your completely blissed out appearance.

"Was just becoming sensitive" you told him, reaching down to cup his cheek, smiling as he happily accepted your affections.

"Was that good? Was I good?" He asked, brown eyes meeting yours as he waited for your answer.

"Absolutely Wizard" you smiled, using his own words.

"You were amazing beautiful boy" you added, watching as he became bashful at the compliment, hiding his face in your thigh.

"Come here" you told him, watching as he took a breath before crawling up towards you, hovering over your body, and when you glanced down you could see just how much he was enjoying pleasing you.

"Oh baby" you spoke, brows furrowed while you reached down, taking him in your hand gently and watching his eyes close, a moan leaving him.

"This looks like it hurts Ralphie" you spoke, while he could only nod in return, body begging to thrust himself into your hand. His moans slowly beginning to become louder, so you quickly took your hand away earning a whine from him as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Would you rather finish in my hand, or would you like to finally consummate our marriage?" You smiled, watching the blush spread on his cheeks and down his neck.

"Consummate our marriage" he answered quickly.

"I would like that too" you smile, hand resting behind his neck to pull him down into a quick kiss.

"How do you want to do this?" You asked, watching as he looked at you quite confused.

"With…our bodies?" He answered in a question, his words causing a full on laugh to leave you.

"Oh Ralphie, you are so precious" you smiled, leaning up to kiss him again.

"I meant what position?"

"O-Oh! Um-–I-If you are o-ok with it—p-perhap we m-might try you—on top" he managed to get out, and just as you suspected, Ralph was living up to that blushing virgin idea, even after all the two of you had done.

"We can do that" you told him with a gentle smile before prompting him to lay down, watching as he quickly did as he was told, once he was comfortable you straddled him, his hands coming up to rest on your hips as you guided yourself to just above his cock. You reached down and grasped him, listening to his breath hitch while he watched every move you made. You brought his cock up, running the tip through your folds, the both of you moaning at the feeling before you brought it to your entrance.

"Are you ready, my beautiful husband?" You asked, watching his blush darken as he nodded quickly.

"O-only if you are, my beautiful wife" he smiled, watching with bated breath as you slowly began to lower yourself, and when he felt his tip finally enter you his mouth hung open, no sound leaving him as he watched you raise up before sliding down further into him. Each time you took more of him into your tight wet heat he swore he died, because surely this is what heaven feels like. By the time you finally bottomed out, the hair at his base tickling your skin, his head was thrown back against the pillow, shaky moans leaving his lips. You on the other hand were feeling absolutely dizzy from pleasure, you had been told that your first time may hurt, but whether it be the foreplay or how wet you were, the only feeling you had was just the odd yet not unappealing feeling of being completely filled. You moaned along with him, eyes closing while your head lulled back, simply basking in the feeling, but it was Ralph trying to pull your hips forward that had you looking at him. Keeping eye contact you raised your body, slowly, before lowering it just as slowly, trying to get used to the feeling of him. His eyes didn't know where to look, you were like a goddess above him, your face showing the pleasure that was buzzing through you, your body slick with sweat from your previous actions, the way your breasts bounced ever so slightly, or the area where you two connected, his cock disappearing into your tight heat and reappearing wetter than before. You were quickly sending him into overdrive.

"I-I can't b-believe this" he panted, hands grabbing your hips tighter, not to guide but to simple ground himself.

"Believe what?" You asked with a breathless laugh.

"T-that you're–Oh–you're m-my wiiife Ah! And I-I'm making l-love–God!-- Love to you r-right now" he moaned, his brain starting to become fuzzy as his end was fast approaching, especially when he felt you begin to bounce faster, circling your hips when your skin met.

"I can't believe it either" you breathed, hands coming to rest on his chest to help you get leverage for a different angle, causing him to reach deeper.

"Oh! Ooooh Ralph" you moaned, earning a whimper from the man under you.

"Fuck!" You panted, head dropping against your chest as you picked up your pace again.

"Ralphie" you whined, looking up at him, only to find him already staring, eyebrows drawn together while his mouth hung open at the sight of you, moans and fast pants falling from him.

"I can feel you so deep" you moaned, a sentence which was simply the truth, but a truth that seemed to snap something inside him, because suddenly you were kissing, his arm pushing your body against his while you felt him plant his feet and he was pistoning into you.

"Oh Fuck!" You moaned loudly, breaking the kiss as you held onto him. By now Ralph was a muttering mess, incomplete sentence falling from his lips as he buried his face in your neck, hips never slowing.

"So good–I-I caaan't–OH!--Y-You're gonna m-make mee–(Y/n)!-- S-So good, never wanna–never wannaaa–YES!"

You could feel your end fast approaching, your own moans growing in volume as you held onto him as well as the sheets, the spring in your body being wound tighter and tighter with each slam of his hips. But you knew that it would be his sounds that did you in, and you were right.

"I love you! I-I love you! I-I love yooou! (Y/n)! So g-good! I- I can't! I love you! I-Im! I'm g-gonna cum! OH! I'm cuming!!!" He shouted at the end, feeling his hips slam upwards into you before stilling, keeping himself deep inside you while he filled you, the sensation of his heat filling your body caused your own orgasm to rush forward, your own loud moans being thrown into the air of the night while you rode out your high, but you couldn't take your eyes off of him, his eyes shut tightly, lips squeezed together, tongue peeking out ever so slightly as he finished. Ralph slowly leaving and entering you again, successfully fucking his cum into you deeper. When his thrusts became gentle and your vision cleared fully you both looked at each other while he let you slowly lift off of him, a hiss of pain leaving you with how sensitive you were at the moment. You slowly snuggled against him, his head on your chest while you ran your hands through his hair.

"I didn't mean to get that rough, or finish…That quickly" he apologized, though he didn't need to, and you quickly told him as much.

"I quite enjoyed the pace you set, and it's not like I didn't finish as well love" you smiled down at him, his eyes dancing with both happiness and sleepiness.

"So I did good?"

"You were perfect beautiful boy"

"So were you beautiful girl"

"Really?" You asked, earning a nod from him, his eyes already drooping.

"I'm glad you were my first Ralph and I'm glad we waited until our wedding night"

"I told you it would be better" he smiled.

"You did, let's get some sleep baby" you told him, leaning down to kiss his head.

"Mm'k" he mumbled.

"Can we do this again…sometime?" He asked, earning a giggle from you.

"Anytime you want Ralphie" you smiled.

"So…tomorrow morning?" He asked, causing you to laugh and lean down to kiss him again.

"Of course, let's get some sleep first though" you told him, watching through lidded eyes as he nodded.

"Sleep sounds good" he spoke, leaning up to nuzzle into your neck where you soon felt his soft breath as he slept.

And there it is! Again, I can't thank everyone enough so all the love and support for this story, it truly means a lot! And I hope I can make more stories down the road for you all to enjoy again ☺️❤️

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[busyralph]

busy streets and busy lives • ralph penbury x reader

A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he's from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives.

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Tags: Timewasters (series), modern!au, established relationship, 18+ (MINORS DNI), protected sex (p in v), fingering (f receiving)

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: When we last left the Busy Streets and Busy Lives universe, you’d been considering getting a new job now that you’ve moved into Ralph’s house with him. But part of starting a new job means having to make a good impression, letting your work speak for you. And in prioritising that, you’ve been a little neglectful of your own desires, as well as somebody else’s…

A/N: God, I missed writing these idiots. Just a quick, smutty lil thing because I didn't know how to jump back in lmao. Not all epilogues will be smutty, but a bitch has needs too, y'know.

(Also, in case you haven't seen yet, don't worry, this is @quinnkeerys themself lol, I just made this blog to keep bsbl alive :))

Ralph knocks tentatively on the door to the room that you’ve converted into your new office as you rest your temples on the heels of your hands and growl in frustration at your laptop. You look over your shoulder and your face softens into a smile. “God, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” you smile wearily as he approaches you.

“How goes your latest project, my love?” He asks, draping his arms over you and peppering kisses along your cheek.

“Take a wild guess,” you scoff, shaking your head. “I get that I left the shop because I wanted a challenge, but my god, at what cost?”

“A job far more stimulating than the same old, same old? One that’s closer to where we live now?” Ralph suggests, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and breathing deeply. “You’ve been at your desk an awful long time, darling. Perhaps you could take a break?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. “Can’t. Gotta stay on task.”

Ralph frowns. “Something ails you. Something other than the job at hand.” His thumbs start to rub circles into your back, his fingers working your shoulders. “You’re stressing yourself out far too much, dearest. You’ll make yourself ill, and you’ll be far worse off for it.”

You allow yourself a fraction of a second to lean into his touch before bringing yourself back to reality. “Look, I just - I made a good first impression and I really need to keep it up.”

“Your work will suffer from your stress, too,” Ralph points out. “And I miss you terribly.”

“Ralph…” you coo, moving a hand up to ghost over one of his as he continues massaging your shoulders. "Miss you, too."

"Take a break," Ralph repeats, a little more deliberation in his tone, swivelling you around in your chair. "Come with me." You take the hand he extends to you and stand to let him guide you to the bedroom. You give him a look, one that's about to tease him for having one thing on the brain, but instead he ignores it to ask you, "Would you lay down on your stomach?" as he presents the bed to you.

"What are you trying to do to me, Penbury?" You ask slyly as you clamber onto the bed, burying half your face into the pillows.

"Just trying to look after you, my treasure," he simpers, kneeling beside you to resume massaging your shoulders. "Help you… Slow things down, for a night."

You lift your head. "A whole night? Ralph, I -" He gently shushes you back into silence, working your shoulders and neck until you melt back into the plush of your bed. "Mmm, this is a dangerous skill you've got," you smile defeatedly. "How long have you been hiding this?"

"I must admit, I am aware of its… Effect," you can hear the proud little smile in Ralph's voice. "Which is why I only wanted to share it with you when necessary, and not a moment sooner. Just relax, darling," he purrs as he moves his hands to instead slide beneath your shirt, working the supple flesh of your back.

"God, Ralph, that feels so good," you drawl, completely becoming one with the mattress.

"I bet it does, my love," that same tone that tells you he's smiling proudly returns. "Just feel my fingers pressing into you, pushing all of that horrible tension away. For tonight, at least, it shall no longer consume you, my beloved."

His hands move lower and lower, until they're pressing just where the curve of your ass begins. Your hips wiggle involuntarily at the thought of Ralph caressing your ass, and you can't catch the automatic whimper that leaves your throat when his hands slide back up again. "Ralph…" you moan softly.

"Yes, love? Would you like me to…?" He doesn't say it, but his hands make their way down your bare back and then over your clothed cheeks. He slides his palms over your curves and only grips once he's at your thighs. "Is this where you need me?"

"I don't think the clothes are helping," you smirk, and he takes heed, tapping on your hips to silently ask you to lift them as he slowly undresses your lower half. Once your legs are completely bare, he gets to work again, massaging your feet, your ankles, up your legs to your thighs. Not saying a word, but humming in the most delectable way the whole time. 

As he caresses your ass, pressing and squeezing and grabbing in ways that have you chirping and squealing in excitement, Ralph coos, "There's part of you that I've yet to touch, darling." He moves one hand to grip the very topmost part of your inner thigh, ghosting his thumb up across your folds. "Would you l-"

"Yes," you interject hastily. "God, yes, Ralph, please touch me there," you whine, and his face lifts into a soft, warm smile.

"As you wish, my love. Though it would probably be more fruitful for you to lay on your back for that."

It feels like a chore, bringing yourself out of such a relaxed stupor just to flip yourself over, but you undress your top half in the process, too. Once you're comfortable again, and Ralph starts to get back into position, you stop him. "I think you need your shirt off, too, Ralphie."

A small, playful smirk adorns his face. "Would that help you to relax?"

You nod earnestly. "Most definitely." Amused, Ralph slips out of the quarter-zip he'd been wearing, his smile even bigger as you silently encourage him to also take off the T-shirt he'd been wearing underneath.

Once it's off, before you can try and convince him of any more, he bends down to kiss you. His hand strokes at your jaw until it opens to allow your tongue to meet with his. This kiss is different though - it's not a wild and fiery tango within your mouths; it's a slow, deliberate, controlled waltz that Ralph is definitely leading. The hums you fill the kiss with turn into full-blown moans when he reaches his hands down to grope both of your breasts.

He continues to massage them while kissing you for some time, before moving down silently to start kissing your neck, down the valley of your breasts, until his lips latch around one of your nipples. Despite your head being clouded with arousal, you still can't fight off a smile as Ralph still finds a way to include his favourite form of affection.

You prop yourself up on your elbow to watch him, playing with the loose curls that fall against his forehead as you smirk, "You really like it there, huh, baby?" He chirps happily, letting one go with a satisfyingly wet pop before moving to suckle on the other. He looks up at you adoringly, humming delightfully as his mouth caresses your sensitive nub. "So good to me," you purr.

He kisses further down your body, smattering the expanse of your tummy with soft, sweet pecks. He crawls backwards as he keeps kissing lower and lower down your body, until he naturally falls into place between your legs. His mouth wraps around your clit as he effortlessly sinks two fingers inside of you. You keen against him, whining loudly. Ralph's cheeks dust your thighs as he smiles, "That's it, my darling. Empty yourself of all other thoughts. It's just you and me. And I live to satisfy you."

"Mmm, y'go… Above and beyond that, Ralphie," you drawl, your hips squirming against him. "Shit, baby, m'g'nna… Gonna cum…"

"Oh, please do," Ralph begs as he curls his fingers, rubbing your clit with his thumb at the same time in such a way that you’re climaxing over his hand in seconds; overwhelmingly so, you feel it shooting through your nervous system, followed by a weighted feeling of pure calm, relaxing every one of those nerves.

As you recover, you hear him noisily and delightfully sucking his fingers clean. With a soft smile, you tap his head and gesture for him to move up to be face level with you. He practically pounces back up and immediately kisses you, his dry hand splaying across your cheek. You chuckle against his lips, “How did you know that’s what I wanted from you?”

“I was simply acting upon my own impulse,” he grins back. “Any reciprocation is just a bonus.”

“Speaking of reciprocating…” You start, looking him in the eyes suggestively as your fingers trace routes between each of the freckles along his chest and shoulders, committed to muscle memory by this point. Ralph’s brow furrows, and you allow yourself a quiet, breathy laugh. “I know, I know, you wanted to relax me and not the other way around, but if you wanted to keep me distracted…”

“How do you want me, darling?” He asks, hurriedly shimmying out of the rest of his clothes before reaching for the nightstand. He scrambles to grab a condom and slides it on with ease, looking over at you in anticipation.

"I don’t care how,” you shake your head. “Only as long as you want it, too, not just for me," your eyebrows knit with concern, and he smiles warmly down at you.

"Darling, I assure you that the day I would not want for you, is the day I should be put down like an old dog."

"Ralph!" You giggle as he starts to kiss your neck. 

“Shhh, just relax,” he soothes, gently shushing between pecks. “Empty your mind again. Let me take care of you.” You nod, and he reaches down to line himself up with you.

You smirk up at him, reaching up to play with his hair, “My Ralphie already hard for me?”

He whines out an mm-hm. “Missed touching you like this… Being so close to you, again…”

“’M sorry, baby,” you pout. “I promise I’ll make more time for you.”

You feel his tip barely penetrating you and inhale deeply, basking in the anticipation of feeling Ralph inside of you again, but he stops to look up at you again. “Promise for you, also.” You look at him quizzically, and he elaborates. “Promise you’ll make time for you, as well.”

Your face melts into a warm smile. "Yes, Ralph. I promise I'll do better at looking after myself."

His whole expression lights up as he presses himself inside of you, and he revels in watching your entire self form a puddle beneath him. He anchors his fists into your sheets deeply as he feels your walls clench over his cock, and buries his face into your neck again. “My darling,” he whines, “please forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” you frown. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” He replies hurriedly, still muffled from where his head is sunk. “I just… I think I might… Not last as long as I’d hoped to please you for.”

You fall into a soft laughter as you run your fingers back and forth through his curls. “Don’t worry, baby,” you coo. “The way you’ve taken care of me tonight, I won’t, either.” You let out a long, stuttered gasp as his hips snap against yours. “Fuck, especially if you keep hitting that spot.”

His lips turn up into a small smile as he pulls back to push himself in faster. “Did you mean that one, by chance?” he teases.

You mewl, “God, yes, Ralph, please don’t stop.”

“Not to worry, darling, I don’t plan to,” he smirks as he keeps fucking into you. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, your heels into his back as you feel your second climax quickly building.

You hum out, “Mmm, Ralph… Close, again… Are you?”

“I shan’t be far behind you, I’m sure,” he coos, reaching between you to rub at your clit. Your field of vision fills with spots of colour as he gets you to your second apex. The first one had felt more like a sea of calm washing over you; this one is a final spark of pleasure, an explosion from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes. Ralph presses his forehead against yours as he thrusts into you one final time.

You stay there, foreheads touching, breathing in each others’ air for a good few minutes before Ralph finally pulls himself out of you. “I’ll be right back, darling,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead, another to your nose and a final one to your lips before going to the bathroom to clean up.

He soon returns to the bedroom, though not before hunting through his drawers to find a sweater he knows you’ll find comfortable. Tired, you muse with a small smirk, “Not even giving me my most favourite one?” as you pull it over your head.

“Apologies, darling, but I had promised Alex I’d wear it to work tomorrow. Apparently they have a similar one in red and there’s something of a match, there,” he throws his T-shirt and boxers back on before climbing back into bed with you and wrapping you in an embrace. “And besides, you’d only perspire and make yourself uncomfortable.”

You roll over in his arms with a grin. “Please take so many photos of you both as human versions of the Cookie Monster and Elmo.”

“I’m sure we will, darling,” he smiles sleepily, kissing your forehead once more before you curl yourself up to nestle your head in the crook of his neck.

“Thank you for tonight,” you pipe up. “And I’m… Sorry I’ve been neglecting us both.”

“Don’t be,” he soothes. “I understand. But I hope now you understand the importance of taking a break.”

“When you make it so appealing, how could I not?” You smile against his skin, pressing more kisses to his neck as he squeezes you tighter. “But you’re right. I’ll make more time for us. And not just for this, for… Everything. I miss living life with you.”

“Well, thankfully, I do plan on living the rest of my life with you, so what’s a day or two here and there?” he smiles into your hair, and you can’t help but laugh.

“You’re so corny sometimes, you know that?” You ask lightly, squeezing your arms around him.

“You remind me constantly, dear,” he agrees with a soft laugh lilting his own tone, too. 

“Good job I love you, isn’t it?” you tease. “Goodnight, Ralphie.”

“Good night, my love. Pleasant dreams.”

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Ralph fluff / smut please about him being insecure and you think of him as a hopeless romantic man, which he is, but then you find out that underneath all that poise and grace, there's a need he's eager to fill... 😏

Show Me

Pairing: Ralph x Fem!Reader

Summary: You've always thought of Ralph as a hopeless romantic, and he's worried that's all you'll ever think of him, so he decides to show you that he can be much much more than that...

Warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex.

A/N: So I wasn't exactly sure what you wanted and I might be way off the mark here but I hope this is okay! And if it isn't, whoever requested this, please feel free to DM me and I'll be happy to rewrite it. <3

You couldn't quite contain your excitement as you took in the scene in front of you. Rose petals decorated your bed sheets and candles lined your bedroom. You turned around to see Ralph standing at your door, a small smile on his face as he watched you.

"Ralph, did you do this?"

"Yes my love." He grinned, slowly stepping towards you. "Do you like it?"

"I love it!" You beamed, pulling him down to you so you could press your lips against his. "Thank you."

When you parted, you noticed Ralph suddenly looked uneasy as he fidgeted in front of you. "My love, I fear you may only think of me as more of a gentle lover. But you must know that I can be much more exciting than I let on."

"Oh?" You smiled. "Then why don't you show me Ralph?"

"Alright, maybe I will."

He carefully positioned his hands around your waist as he leaned down to you, connecting his lips with yours. You could tell he was nervous but you weren't going to stop him. You wanted to give him a chance to show you he wasn't just the sweet romantic Ralph you thought he was.

You let him guide you toward the bed, his lips only leaving yours when your legs hit the mattress. And you could see the reserve in his eyes as he laid you down, crawling down your body to push your skirt up around your hips.

"Well go on then." You urged, noting his hesitation as he stared down at your bare legs.

He just gave you a quick nod before ducking down to trail kisses from your ankle to the inside of your thigh, each gentle press of his soft lips sending chills up your spine.

You watched him as he dragged his lips all the way up to your clothed cunt, sending a shiver through your body when he gently nipped at the material. He lifted his head up to look at you, asking for permission.

You gave him a small nod and he leaned back to hook his fingers under your underwear, carefully slipping the material down your legs. You shivered when he positioned his head between your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your bare pussy.

HIs hands slipped under your knees so he could spread you open for him and at the first swipe of his tongue, your body jerked in surprise before relaxing into the bed.

"Oh Ralph." You moaned, unable to keep still as he dragged his tongue through your folds.

You were surprised when he reached up to wrap his hands around your thighs, holding you in place as he sucked on your sensitive flesh.

"Oh my god!" You cried out, your hands desperately fisting the sheets as he teased his tongue over your clit. "Oh...Ralph...wow."

He hummed against your flesh before finally dipping his tongue inside you, his hands clamping down on your thighs harder to keep you in place as he ate you out.

After a few more strokes of his tongue, you felt a pressure building in your stomach. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back into the pillows as your eyes squeezed shut.

"Ralph." You panted, reaching down now to grip his hair. "Don't stop...oh god."

He seemed to take that in his stride as he began to thrust his tongue harder inside you, making you writhe beneath him as you chased your orgasm. You cried out when the fire finally exploded in your belly. And you heard Ralph groan against you when you roughly tugged at his hair, your release spilling out of you and coating his mouth.

When he pulled away from you, he lifted his head and quickly wiped his mouth, crawling in over you to press his lips against yours. You could still taste yourself on his lips as he kissed you and you groaned when you felt his clothed cock nudge against your thigh.

You both looked down then at the bulge that had formed in his trousers and you noticed him shudder at the sight.

"Are you going to do something about that?" You asked him.

He just nodded before reaching down to undo his trousers, shoving them down his legs and freeing his swollen cock. You let out an involuntary moan at the sight.

"Are you ready my love?" He asked, an excited grin playing at his lips as he looked down at you.

"Yes." You breathed out, desperate for him to be inside you.

He braced one hand at the side of your head whilst he wrapped his other hand around his cock, guiding himself toward your entrance.

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek as he pushed into you for the first time. You let out a strangled moan at the sensation of him stretching you and all Ralph could do was smile down at you as he gently thrusted inside you.

He was absolutely loving being able to have some control for once. And the way you screwed your eyes shut as he pushed inside you only spurred him on.

"Does this feel good my love?" He grinned, his fingers gently stroking your cheek as he continued his movements inside you.

You nodded, pleasure coursing through you as he fucked you. "It feels amazing."

You tightened your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you and you both moaned at the feeling of his dick rubbing against your walls.

"Feels...so...so good." You whimpered as he continued his movements, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips. "Harder...please."

Ralph picked up his movements inside you, pushing into you harder now as you both chased your releases.

"I...I love you." Ralph panted, the sound of your skin smacking together filling the room as he pounded into you.

"I love you too." You cried out, reaching up to wrap your hands around his shoulders, holding onto him as the fire that had been building in your belly finally exploded, your release ripping through you.

You came around his cock and he wasn't far behind you as his dick began to twitch inside you before you felt his warm release coating your walls. He collapsed on top of you then as you both laid there trying to catch your breath.

And when he rolled off of you, turning to face you, he couldn't control the wide grin that spread across his features. He was positively glowing after what he'd just experienced and it was safe to say he definitely wanted to do it more.

"That was incredible, (y/n)." He beamed, his eyes alight with excitement as he looked at you, your chest rising and falling as you breathed heavily beside him.

You turned to him, smiling as you traced your fingers over the side of his face. "Yes, it definitely was."

[Main Masterlist] [Ralph Masterlist]

[mypoisonedvine]

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

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

{word count} 7.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"L-let me get my trousers back on—"

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

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

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

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

"Show me," you demanded.

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

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

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

"How would you know that?"

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

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

"What?"

"Take the pillow away, let me see."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" he gasped, and you nodded.  

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

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

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

"Yes," he grunted.

"Yes ma'am."

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

You did.  He didn't.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, but—" he choked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is it too tight?" you worried.

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

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

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

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

He groaned through his teeth briefly.

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

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

"Which one is the easiest?" you pressed.

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

"I bet you're right…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bad puppy, no biting," you scolded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stammered but eventually nodded.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, ma'am…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He perked up instantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“R-right, can I touch them?”

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

“So much,” he sighed.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, but—"

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

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

"Don't fucking stop," you hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't leave this time."

"Huh?" you mumbled

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can't we just get married?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded.

“Dare I ask whom?”

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

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

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

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

“Watch your tone,” you warned him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dunno how…

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

“I remember,” you sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re naked,” you reminded him.

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

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

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

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

inexperienced!reader x inexperienced!stepbrother!ralph where they are all over each other.

whenever you guys have your ‘special moments’ together, naked bodies grinding on one another, ralph’s cock buried in your cunt as you both moan, drooling (literally) over one another as you messily kiss.

it all started when you first walked in on him grinding against a pillow, whimpering and a pink blush painting his face and neck. when he stammers out an apology, you reassure him.

“no, ‘s okay! i do it too! except, with the heart pillow i got for my birthday.. feels good--’m not sure why..” you shrug, biting your bottom lip and giggling as you sit on your haunches on his bed, arms out in front of your body as you lean in closer to him, his frame sitting on the edge of his bed with the pillow he was using earlier covering his lap. 

ralph swallows, laughing nervously. “w-well, i heard that men and women do something similar, but together..apparently it’s all the rage..” 

you twiddle with your fingers, contemplating.

“would you..” you clear your throat, blushing. “d-do you wanna see what they were talking about? ‘ve hear about it too..”

that led to blushy, messy, greedy and needy sex between the two of you, licking desperately into each other’s mouth, loud mewls and whimpers exiting between your and ralph’s lips as you both go at it all night.

you’re on top of him as he’s laying down, he’s hovering over you as you are laying down, you both are sitting up on the bed while you are on top of him, your back is arched off the bed, ass suspended in the air, your stepbrother’s hands gripping your hips tightly...really just any position possible.

you don’t understand the strange feeling that overcomes you both when you reach your peak and when ralph pounds his cock harder into your wet cunt, choked moans and cries escaping both of your lips as you lick into each other’s mouth.. all you know is that it’s addicting. 

DOES ANYONE UNDERSTAND WHAT IM SAYING WITH THIS

[emsgoodthinkin]

he’s so like hybrid puppy; i wanna see him embarrassingly rut his pillow but like

I couldn’t imagine seeing him cry as a kid with his eyes, his roles with his sad ass EYES like..you can’t help but not WANT to be mommy to him

Reblogs appreciated:>

[babybluebex]

so you've hinted at this before but what iffff the reader follows through on spanking Ralphie for being a bad puppy? (and of course he loves it)

oh goodness yes, he's being so bad, pawing at you and trying to kiss you, and you keep telling him "wait until we get home" but he pouts and touches your knee and kisses the corner of your mouth, and you've about had it with him misbehaving

"ralph," you start and his heart falls into his stomach because you never use his name unless he's in trouble, he's alway ralphie or pup or puppy, ralph means he's got a punishment in store for him "i told you to quit" you don't even need to say it, because he knows that he crossed a line

"s-sorry"

"when we get home, i want you to wait for me on the bed. can you do that, or will you disobey me then too?"

and he gulps "i-i can do it, ma'am"

when you get home, he sits on the corner of the bed and anxiously fidgets while he watches you get out of your dress and heels, and you wrap a robe around your body and sit down next to him, and he knows what to do, he's no stranger to punishments, as much as he hates being spanked, he just can't help but misbehave sometimes

ralphie does what he's told now, he undresses and lays across your legs, and you might hear him sniffle a little but it's ok "how many times did i tell you to stop pawing at me?" you ask him, smoothing your hand across his plump, pale ass

"i-i dunno" ralphie mumbles, and you quickly swat his ass, and he gasps and whines at the quick flash of pain

"you were so naughty and you can't even pay attention to how naughty you were," you mumble. "i told you four times to knock it off, and yet you kept touching my leg and kissing me, that is not what good puppies do"

"m'sorry mummy" he whispers, and you grab his chin and make him look at you, and those big chocolate eyes he's got are full of tears, and you pout at him

"sorry won't cut it, puppy" you tell him, and your hand comes down quick on his ass again, harder with your palm, and ralphie yelps "you were naughty, and you know better than to be naughty. especially in public, of all places"

you tell him he'll get 20 spanks (or however many you feel like, but 20 is a good starting point), and, to his credit, he takes his spanking like a champ, he only whines and cries, he doesn't try to crawl away or beg and plead, but ralphie is such a crybaby that his tears don't mean too much

you're only satisfied with his punishment when his pale ass is all done up red and hot, both cheeks burning with the imprint of your hand, and you chuckle when your puppy grinds his hips down onto your thighs "you always get so hard when i punish you, pup, it's almost like you like getting spanked"

"sorry mummy, just feels so good" he mumbles, and you help him lay on the bed, a little hiss escaping him as his ass touches the cool bedsheets, and his cock bobs up to his belly, all hard and weepy

"you're so bad" you sigh, and you lightly smack his cock, and he tosses his head back as he moans "what am i gonna do with you, puppy?"

[pollenallergie]

Okay well obviously Ralph is a subby boy. BUT once he discovers what that ass looks like from behind and that hole of yours, he NEEDS to touch it, kiss it, be IN IT. And once he’s in, he’ll actually make you scream his name😫-♌️

mhm yeah yep. ralph is 100% an ass man and no one can tell me differently. he loves every part of you, don’t get me wrong, but your ass??? yeah it’s gotta be one of his favorite things about you (of course, as well as how kind you are and how beautiful you are and how much you love and care for him and how smart you are/how much you know about all these different, cool little things that you’re interested in). but, yeah, he’s an ass man… he enjoys asses…your ass specifically. as bex (babybluebex… aka writer of some of the most amazing ralph fics on this hellsite) said, that man absolutely does lines of coke off your ass and then fucks you so goddamn good… and he enjoys every second of it (both the fucking and the coke-snorting).

[littlelioncub43]

The sexiest thing you can say to Ralph is "I want you." That is literally all he's ever dreamed of. Say that, and he's yours forever.

Awwww yes! That's exactly Ralph 🥺

"I want you," you coo against his lips, your bodies entwined under the layers of expensive blankets and thousand thread count sheets.

"You have me, Darling, forever," he replies immediately, sighing his response in that fucked-out breathy tone. Sleep long forgotten as you move together, eagerly connecting your bodies with content moans.

"Oh God, Ralph!" You whimper and claw at his back gently, your head falling back against the pillow underneath you. The sight of your eyes fluttering and rolling as his hips drove into yours was perfection. Absolute perfection.

"I love you! L-Love you so much, Darling!" Ralph whimpers back, the sting of your nails on his skin driving him to thrust a little harder. You wrap your legs around his narrow waist, knowing how much he loves it when you do. The answering moan of your name and twitching of his cock deep in your walls tell you that it still has the same effect on him.

"I love you too, oh my god, Ralph!" You cry out, your legs trembling as he collapses against you, his face hiding itself in the crook of your neck as he continues to thrust into you. The sound of his ragged breathing paired perfectly with his moans that vibrated against the skin of your neck. Your shared bedroom echoed with the sounds of your slick bodies meeting in a fervent rhythm, the cries and moans of pleasure that poured from your lips easily, and the salacious squeaking and groaning of the bed beneath you.

"I'm gonna come," you warn in a raw voice, Ralph pulls his head from the safety of your shoulder at your words to stare down at you intensely. Determination has one hand leaving it's tender grasp of your hip to rub furiously at your clit. "Come with me, Ralph, want you to come with me, baby, please!"

"Almost there! Almost!" He moans wantonly, eyes wanting to close but he fights to keep them on you, his hips stuttering and speeding up as he approaches his end. He can feel your walls fluttering as you hold yourself back, but the moment your hand grips the hair at the base of his neck— he's done for.

"Oh, fuck— now! That's it! Yes! Yes!" He screams with you as you cum around him, a rush of liquid coating your inner thighs, sending chills through you both. Long, drawn out moans ease you both down from your highs, lips kiss swollen and begging for more, you feel Ralph collapse against you again as a peaceful hush takes over the room.

[sherifftillman]

🌀 + ralph, please?

add 🔥 if you want, i'll adore anything you write about him 😍

congrats on 2k, i am so happy for you!

Pairing: Ralph x f!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: coupling this with a request i got last month that i finally got inspo for!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 2k follower celebration event ongoing! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

You’d first seen him across the bar, as you were ordering your routine pre-performance liquid courage. Talking animatedly to a woman who looked suspiciously similar to him to be a date; siblings, you were hoping. You’d sent your stylist over, knowing her penchant for gossip, to learn whether he was a worthwhile pursuit. 

You can usually spot couples in the crowds you perform for; young and freshly courting pairs who practically wear each other, older couples who definitely spend their car rides to and from events like this in perpetual argument. Peppered in would be the occasional older man with marks on his left ring finger from where he’d freshly taken off his wedding band, women hoping to catch their husbands out, and young men who’d kill another to be close to you. 

This young man certainly fit the last description, but he didn’t notice you at first. The intel from your stylist was that he was a Lord, she only heard him being addressed as “Ralph”, “my lord” from someone nearby, and “little brother” from the woman he was with. No sign of a wedding ring in sight. Your stylist also heavily hinted that the vibe was that Ralph was very interested in you. 

Of course, luck would have it that you only caught his eye just in the moment that you were being called away to stage. When he finally saw you, Ralph was mid-sip, forfeiting the other half of it as it fell from the glass and down his chin. Flustered, he’d quickly mopped himself up, but you’d giggled all the same, fluttering your fingers in a flirtatious wave and winking as you made your way to the stage - though not before noticing the way he looked at you. As you stepped away, full body in his view, he looked you up and down very deliberately, lustfully. You gave him one final flash of a smirk before turning towards your stage.

Of course, you commandeered your audience, as always, but you always made sure that any time a line in a song called for eye contact with one particular person, you were trained on Ralph, who’d been watching you like he were hypnotised. Mouth slightly agape, doe eyes twinkling. Putty in your hands, and you’d not said a word to him. Perfect.

You barely even needed to tell your stylist to invite Ralph backstage, she already knew the assignment. You smooth out your dress, touch up some of your make-up and smile over at him when you hear him clear his throat in the doorway of your dressing room. “Uh, Char- ahem, Ralph - My name is Ralph. Charmed to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Char-Ralph,” you smirk, holding your hand out to him. He takes it quickly, raising it to his lips and kissing your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. “What did you think of the show?”

“Oh, just magnificent, you were positively spellbinding,” he gushes.

“Well, thank you, kitten,” you smirk, revelling in the way the apples of his cheeks turn a delicious shade of pink at your words. “Please, sit,” you gesture towards the plush settee against the wall, to which he obliges. You remain standing as you study him. “Do you know why I called for you specifically, Char-Ralph?”

“You can - Just Ralph is plenty sufficient,” he corrects you. “But, um, if I had to hazard a guess, I would say that perhaps there was a certain… Spark, that you noticed, too?”

You hum happily, “Hmm, sure did, Just Ralph. Who could possibly resist those big, brown eyes? Especially the way they were looking at me, earlier.”

“Ah, yes, well, you must forgive me for the terribly embarrassing display over at the bar,” he frowns, “and when I said just Ralph, I - I didn’t mean to call me Ju-”

You interrupt him with a laugh, “Oh, honey, aren’t you precious? Just as fun to tease as I imagined you would be.” You step closer to him, standing with your feet just outside of his, towering over him as he looks up at you adoringly. “Now, I’ll ask you again, and we’ll see if you can be more specific this time. Do you know…” You remove the one accessory keeping your hair in place so that it falls perfectly out of its restraint into its natural state, and lean close enough to Ralph that the cleavage your dress had been teasing him with all night becomes far more revealing, “why, I called for you, specifically?”

He looks at you as though every birthday and Christmas has come at once. Eyes lit up with glee, his mouth stuttering wordlessly yet constantly falling into a wide smile every few movements, his shoulders heaving under his suit jacket as his breathing gets heavier. “I certainly have an idea of what I’d like it to be.”

“Oh, yeah?” You smirk, stroking a fingertip along his forehead, following the wave his hair has been styled into. “Well, colour me intrigued. Since I love that cute little voice of yours, why don’t you elaborate, sugar?” You ask, now gently running your fingers along his jaw, alternating between soft strokes and lightly drumming your fingertips against his jawline.

His cheeks turn darker. "Elaborate?"

"You heard me, doll," you move to drape yourself across his lap sideways, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Why don't you tell me everything that's going through that pretty little head? And I do mean… Everything," you whisper the last one into his ear, kissing the shell of it delicately and tracing your finger along the side of his neck where goosebumps are forming.

He swallows hard, "Well, I… I suppose if you would really want to know, I simply… I should like to… Well, to worship you, heavens, just look at you!" He gushes as he allows his hands to wander.

"Do you want a hand there, sweetie?" You ask with a small smile before standing and hitching your dress up enough to be able to straddle him. His hands instantly wrap around your thighs as soon as they're in sight, as though magnetised. Your smile widens as you perch yourself back on his lap, guided by his grip. "So, how do you intend on… Worshipping me?”

He runs his hands up your thighs, sparkling eyes never leaving yours. “If you should let me, I would make absolutely sure that not an inch of your skin were left untouched. Why, I would…” He runs a finger across your collarbones. “I would kiss every part of you that my lips were fortunate enough to grace, I would… Caress every part of you that you’d allow me to, I would…” He falters as you start grinding yourself against him, and you can feel him get harder from beneath you.

“I seem to have lost you, there, sugar,” you coo. “Perhaps if I got a little more… Comfortable?” You hitch your dress up in your grip and pull it over your head, revealing your fully nude form to Ralph. As he looks at your body, dumbfounded, you bite your lip. “Now you know my little secret. I never wear anything under my dress when I perform. You won’t go telling anybody, now, will you?” you ask with a false pout of your lower lip. “I promise, I’ll do anything to make it worth your while…”

Of course, Ralph is not the first man you’ve dragged backstage, and he won’t be the last. But something especially drew you to him, you knew you could corrupt him into doing anything you wanted. And he’s falling for you, hook, line and sinker.

He stares at your breasts, his light pink tongue poking out between deep pink lips, his fingers flexing out straight to curl into fists as he shakes his head, his face faltering. “Whatever’s the matter, sweetie?” you ask, cocking your head. “Do you not want this?”

“Oh, heavens, no- I mean, I do! I… I’d be a fool to not desire a marvel such as yourself,” he babbles, “but I’m afraid, um… I’m not sure how to… This is rather embarrassing to admit, but I… I fear I will, um… I won’t last long before the main event would be all over for me,” he admits, blushing deeply.

You stroke his cheeks sweetly with a, “Well, that’s fine, sugar, I can fix that for you,” as you slide off of his lap and onto your knees.

He looks incredulously at you, hurriedly handing you a pillow. “Please, who knows what filth lives on these floors?”

“Then perhaps a dirty girl like me is right where she belongs,” you smirk up at him, undoing his zipper while keeping your gaze locked on his. You take his cock out and, knowing you’ve little time to waste, wrap your lips around it. Ralph is a mess beneath you, whining and whimpering like a lost little puppy. A gentle caress of his balls and he’s tipped over the edge, filling your mouth with thick, hot spurts of cum, which you take happily.

You give him time to wind down as you once again slip your dress on, though you can’t quite reach your back fastening, despite your best efforts even while standing tall.

Ralph gets up to help you pull your zip up, and something about his touch makes your skin tingle. You turn to face him once he’s readjusted himself, to see him looking sheepish. “Please, accept my most sincere apologies for - For being such a disappointing end to your night, I’m sure -”

“You didn’t disappoint me, angel,” you smirk, cupping his cheek in your hand. “And besides, you’ve got all night to make it up to me.”

Ralph’s eyes widen. “Pardon?!”

You pout again, “You don’t expect me to spend my first night in London in a big, fancy hotel room all by myself, now, do you?” He shakes his head violently, and you smile widely. “Good boy. Now, why don’t you go tell that sister of yours that you won’t be home tonight, and I’ll go get them to have the car waiting outside for us?” He nods, and you press a long kiss to his lips, breaking off to admire how much your lipstick had imprinted on his mouth before smearing it even more with your thumb. “See you in a few, sugar.”