#ralph penbury x fem!reader

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

TO MY DEAREST,

Pairings: Ralph Penbury x Fem! Summary: Ralph atempts to be your secret admirer for Valentine's Day, though you seem to know exactly who keeps waking you up early in the morning with gifts. Warnings: just Ralph being a cutie.

Valentine masterlist

-Day six-

౨ৎ ₊˚ 𓍢ִ໋ ⬷ ♡ ⊹₊⬷ ₊˚ 𓍢⋆౨ৎ˚

౨ৎ ₊˚ 𓍢ִ໋ ⬷ ♡ ⊹₊⬷ ₊˚ 𓍢⋆౨ৎ˚

The first time you got one of the cards was at 7 AM on a Sunday, the first of February.

You were sleeping peacefully in your neoclassical bed, the sunlight barely filtering through the heavy curtains, when the doorbell rang, and rang, and rang, its insistent chime shattering your dream. With a groan, you rolled over, burrowing your face deeper into your pillow, hoping it would stop. But it didn't.

Finally, you relented, pushing the covers aside and stretching with a yawn as you slid into your silk robe. You shuffled down the hallway, the softness of the fabric brushing against your skin in stark contrast to the cold tiles beneath your bare feet. By the time you reached the foyer, the bell rang again, as if it had a personal vendetta against your slumber.

Opening the door with a groggy sigh, you were greeted by a young delivery man with a cheeky grin, holding a large, impeccably wrapped package. The ribbon was a deep red, and there was an odd sense of extravagance about the whole thing, as if the sender had spent an entire fortune on a single bouquet of roses and... whatever else might be inside.

"Miss, delivery for you," he said, his smile widening as he handed you the package, only to wink and quickly depart, leaving you standing in the doorway, utterly perplexed.

You stared at the parcel, the tag clearly marked in delicate script:

To my dearest, from a most secret admirer.

The handwriting was bold but elegant, unmistakably... Ralph Penbury.

..

The second time came even earlier, at 6:30 AM on the 2nd of February.

You were still half asleep when the bell rang again, sharp and insistent. This time, you couldn’t ignore it. Pulling yourself out of bed with a much greater effort than the morning before, you yawned and stumbled into your robe, your hair a messy halo around your face.

The doorbell rang again- louder this time, as if daring you to stay in bed a second longer.

You groaned but went to answer it, fully expecting another extravagant package.

A young man stood there holding a bouquet of roses so large it nearly covered his face. The deep red blooms were impossibly fresh, the petals slightly dewy as though they’d just been picked that morning. The scent was intoxicating, filling the cold morning air and making your heart skip in spite of yourself.

With a polite bow, he handed them over, barely meeting your eyes. “From your admirer,” he said simply before turning and walking off, leaving you once again standing on your doorstep.

You stared down at the card nestled among the roses, the script unmistakable:

To my dearest, Another token of my affection, though not nearly enough to show the depth of my admiration.

There was no mistaking it. This was Ralph Penbury- again.

..

The third time came at precisely 7 AM on the 3rd of February.

This time, you were barely awake when the doorbell rang- not loud enough to pull you from your slumber immediately, but insistent enough that you reluctantly dragged yourself out of bed again.

Your silk robe felt heavier than ever as you trudged down the hallway, the weight of it mirroring the growing weight in your chest. The sheer absurdity of Ralph’s daily gifts was starting to wear thin, and though part of you felt flattered by the attention, another part of you just wanted to tell him to stop.

But when you opened the door this time, your eyes went wide.

A full-sized parasol, the kind that would be more at home at a garden party or under the hot sun on a lavish estate, sat at your doorstep. It was opulent- deep green silk with gold-trimmed edges, and the handle was made from intricately carved wood, almost too beautiful to be real. And underneath it, sitting at your feet, was another bouquet of roses- this time, a mix of white and lavender, arranged like a crown fit for royalty.

You stared at the sight, a mix of disbelief and amusement crossing your face.

You picked up the parasol and the card nestled under it, noticing the fine paper and the delicate handwriting once again:

To my dearest, For your beauty, even the sun pales in comparison.

It was a grand gesture, certainly, but it felt almost... absurd. Ralph Penbury had somehow gone from sending simple cards to arranging a regal display right outside your door, and yet, despite all the opulence, there was still no sign of him.

A small sigh escaped your lips. How much longer would this go on?

..

The fourth time came at 8:24 AM on the 4th of February.

This morning, you’d braced yourself for yet another surprise. You had no idea what Ralph could possibly top the parasol and roses with, but somehow, you had a feeling it would be even more extravagant than the day before.

You opened the door with a bit of reluctance, still half-sleeping, and blinked in surprise.

This time, instead of a delivery man, there was a small troupe of musicians, standing at the bottom of your steps, their instruments gleaming in the early morning light. There were two violins, a cello, and a lone flutist, all waiting patiently.

“Miss,” the lead musician said with a bow, “a little serenade from your admirer.”

Before you could say anything, they began playing- a beautiful, sweeping melody that seemed to echo the feel of a classical love story. It was lovely, but utterly unexpected, and you felt your cheeks heat as you watched them play, knowing full well who was behind this.

Once the last note faded, the lead musician handed you an elegant silver box, nestled in velvet. Inside, you found a delicate brooch, its center a gleaming sapphire surrounded by tiny diamonds. The card that accompanied it read:

To my dearest, a lady whose beauty deserves to be celebrated every day.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sheer absurdity of it all. This wasn’t just a simple gift anymore; Ralph was throwing everything he had into this- grand gestures, fine jewelry, and even live music. Yet, still, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to confront him. Instead, you closed the box and sighed, wondering just how far he’d go tomorrow.

..

The fifth time came at 6:45 AM on the 5th of February.

You were starting to feel like you could predict the pattern now. Another delivery, another gift, and yet still no sign of Ralph. But when you opened the door this time, it wasn’t a person waiting on your doorstep.

Instead, there was a vintage wooden crate placed carefully at your feet. The top was decorated with flourishes of gold-leaf writing, the sort of thing you'd expect to find in an antique store.

Inside the crate, nestled among soft layers of tissue paper, was a hand-painted porcelain tea set, its intricate floral patterns in soft blues and pinks, the delicate cups rimmed with gold. Alongside it was a handwritten card in Ralph’s familiar handwriting:

To my dearest, for the quiet moments between us, a set to make those moments as beautiful as they are fleeting.

You felt a small smile tug at your lips. The tea set was undeniably lovely, a touch of sophistication that felt almost personal- like Ralph had tried to choose something that reflected you. But still, the extravagance of it all was starting to make you laugh, a soft chuckle slipping past your lips as you wondered just how long he planned to keep this up.

..

The sixth time came at 7:15 AM on the 6th of February.

By now, you were truly done. Ralph’s ridiculous gifts had gone on long enough, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to be flattered anymore. It was all just... too much. What did he think this was going to do? Was he trying to win you over with flowers and letters?

You opened the door, fully prepared for whatever absurd thing he'd come up with today, and found a massive bundle of flowers, their petals so vibrant that they nearly stopped you in your tracks.

The bouquet was an overwhelming mix of every flower you could imagine:

Roses, lilies, daisies, and even some blooms you didn’t recognize. At the very center of the pile, a set of love letters- each one sealed with wax- was stacked neatly, with a ribbon tied around them like some kind of literary treasure. And tucked underneath, nestled among the petals, was a beautifully ornate quill set, the kind you might expect to see in a Victorian parlor. The feathers were dyed a soft purple, and the ink well was etched with intricate designs.

You stared at the collection, incredulous. This was too much.

The card that came with it was more of Ralph’s flowery prose:

To my dearest, for the words I long to share with you, yet can only write for now. The letters I wish I could say aloud.

You groaned audibly, the last straw. He’s really outdone himself this time, hasn’t he? The flowers, the letters, the quill set- it was all just a spectacle now. You felt a rise of frustration bubbling inside you as you carefully placed the gifts aside.

You had no idea what you were supposed to do with all of this. Why couldn’t he just knock on your door? Why couldn’t he be brave enough to speak to you face-to-face instead of hiding behind these ridiculous gestures?

Sitting down with your head in your hands, you couldn’t decide if you were more amused or irritated at this point. Either way, you were starting to get the feeling that Ralph didn’t quite understand the meaning of subtlety.

..

The seventh time came at 7:30 AM on the 7th of February.

You were done- or at least, you thought you were. You had braced yourself for whatever dramatic gesture Ralph would come up with today, and yet, when you opened the door, nothing could have prepared you for this.

At first, all you saw were dozens of white doves, fluttering around your front porch, circling in the early morning air. Their soft wings brushed the ground as they moved, creating an almost magical, if absurd, scene. You stood there, momentarily caught off guard, watching as they cooed and flapped in perfect unison.

Then, your gaze shifted to the grand, black horse-drawn carriage now parked in front of your house, polished to a mirror shine. The coachman, dressed in full livery, tipped his hat to you as the carriage door opened, revealing a small, velvet-lined box placed carefully inside.

You hesitated for a moment before approaching the carriage. The driver held the box out to you, bowing slightly as he did. You took it from him, your curiosity piqued despite yourself.

Inside, nestled in soft red velvet, was a massive diamond necklace, its diamonds shimmering like stars in the early morning light. Attached to it was a handwritten note, sealed with wax in the shape of a heart:

To my dearest, the woman whose beauty has captivated me from the first moment we met. I am but a man lost in admiration, awaiting the moment you might look my way.

The necklace was so extravagant, so over-the-top, that for a split second, you forgot about your irritation. You could almost picture Ralph- suit and tie, full of flair- handing this to you with a flourish. If he had shown up himself…

But as quickly as that thought came, frustration replaced it. Ralph was still not here. He had sent the doves, the coach, the necklace, and the poetry- all without having the decency to show up himself.

You took a deep breath, biting back the urge to laugh or yell. The absurdity of it all was suffocating. How many more grand gestures would it take before he finally took the courage to step forward and simply confess to you?

With a deep sigh, you set the box down, feeling the weight of both the necklace and the situation.

One thing was for certain- Ralph had a flair for the dramatic, but when would he stop hiding behind his spectacles and make his real move?

..

The eighth time came at 6:45 AM on the 8th of February.

You had been expecting it. You had been bracing yourself. After days of lavish gifts, flowers, and poetry, you were almost certain that Ralph was finally going to show up. But, as you opened the door, you realized that- of course- he hadn’t.

Instead, you found an elegant carriage parked outside your house, the horses’ coats gleaming under the soft light of the early morning. The coachman was nowhere to be found, but on the steps, there was a small table covered in white lace, and atop it lay a single, pristine white rose, its petals so delicate they could have been plucked from a dream. Beside it was a silver tray, with an envelope sealed in crimson wax and an extravagant, black silk ribbon tied around it, forming an almost perfect bow.

With your heart already racing, you carefully opened the envelope. Inside was a card, large and beautifully designed, framed with lace and embossed with gold, as though it had been crafted by the finest artisans of the era.

The message read:

To My Dearest, I can no longer stand in the shadows of my own silence. I have adored you since the first moment we met, and every gesture has been a step toward the truth I now lay bare before you. Will you be my Valentine, and let me express the depth of my feelings for you in ways beyond what mere words can capture?

Beneath the words, in delicate cursive, there was a silver key, shining in the light, attached to a small ribbon. A key to his heart- or perhaps to his house, to something deeper than words could say.

You blinked a few times, your emotions conflicted. Was this it? Was this the moment when he would finally show his face and stop hiding behind his gifts? You looked around, expecting to find him hidden behind one of the trees or perhaps hiding in the shadows of his lavishly planned final gesture, but- there was nothing.

No Ralph. Just the carriage.

You felt your frustration boil over again. Hadn’t he learned anything? The key was the most obvious sign yet- he was asking you to unlock whatever feelings he thought you might have for him, but he was still too afraid to unlock his own door to you.

And yet, despite everything, a small, irrational part of you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest. The romance of it all- the key, the rose, the golden words- was almost too much to resist. But you weren’t going to let him off that easily.

You looked at the rose and the key one last time, trying to temper your own curiosity with the lingering irritation.

This was the moment. And it was up to him to finally show up- in person- and make his confession face-to-face.

౨ৎ ₊˚ 𓍢ִ໋ ⬷ ♡ ⊹₊⬷ ₊˚ 𓍢⋆౨ৎ˚

You marched to Ralph's house, a mixture of frustration and determination boiling inside you. The road felt longer than usual, your every step heavy with the weight of your thoughts. This ends today.

When you finally arrived, you walked up to the door and knocked firmly- three times.

After a moment, the door opened with a soft creak, and there stood Ralph, dressed in his usual sharp, yet effortless manner, as if he’d just rolled out of bed and decided to throw on his finest suit. He smiled widely at you, that charming grin lighting up his face, the one you’d come to expect- but this time, you weren’t fooled.

"Ah, good morning, my dearest!" he said, stepping aside with a flourish. "What brings me the honour of your company on this fine day?"

You've never heard him speak so...formal, it was a little scary.

You stared at him, holding back the frustration that was threatening to spill over. "I’m here to talk to you, Ralph."

"Talk to me? About what?" His expression remained one of innocent curiosity, though you could see the playful glint in his eyes as if he were enjoying this far too much.

You stepped forward, holding out the letter, the key, and the rose.

"What’s this, then?" you demanded, your voice a little sharper than you intended. "What’s with all these gifts? The flowers, the notes, the key to your house, Ralph? Why haven’t you just come out and told me you were the one behind all of this?"

He blinked at the rose in your hand and then looked up at you, genuinely puzzled. "Gifts? I’m afraid I’m not sure what you’re talking about, my dear. I haven’t sent you any gifts."

Your jaw nearly dropped. Was he for real?

"You haven’t sent me any-" You cut yourself off, exhaling sharply. "Ralph, don’t play coy. You know exactly what I’m talking about. The doves, the cards, the roses, the chocolates- everything! You can’t seriously tell me you haven’t been sending those."

He put on a mock expression of deep thought, crossing his arms. "Hmm, doves? Roses? The tea set. Well, now, I must say I’m flattered you think so highly of me, but I’m afraid I’ve been too busy to orchestrate any such… elaborate gestures."

You glared at him, now fully aware that he was not only pretending not to know but doing so with that trademark charm of his. "You’re telling me someone else has been doing all of this? Someone else has been sending all of this to me?"

"Absolutely," Ralph said with a smooth nod, completely unfazed. "Why, if I had known you enjoyed all these lovely gifts so much, I might have started sending you more myself!" He chuckled, completely casual about it.

You stared at him in disbelief, the nerve of this man. He was standing there, acting like he wasn’t responsible for any of this- like the past week had never even happened. Your fingers tightened around the rose stem; the petals crushed in your grasp.

"Ralph," you said, your voice low but still firm, "I don’t know whether you think this is some sort of joke, but I’m done playing games."

"Games?" He leaned forward, a smirk on his lips. "I think you might be imagining things, darling. No need to get upset."

You stepped closer to him, the frustration in your chest bubbling over. "I’m not imagining anything. I’m standing here in front of you, holding the evidence, and you’re pretending it’s not you behind all of this. Why won’t you just admit it?"

His smirk only grew wider, and he shrugged dramatically. "Because, my dear, I really haven’t done anything. You must be quite mistaken. But, if you’d like, I’d be happy to start sending more of these gifts... just to keep you on your toes."

You were at your breaking point. You took one final step closer, practically toe-to-toe with him. "You’re infuriating," you muttered, shaking your head.

"Am I?" he asked with an innocent blink, as though he hadn’t been the one pulling every string behind the scenes. He leaned in, his voice dropping a little lower, more teasing. "But I do have to admit, you’re here now… and that’s something, isn’t it?"

The nerve. You were so done with his games, yet a part of you couldn’t help but feel that small spark of intrigue- because even as maddening as he was, he was still Ralph. And this absurd little act of his? Maybe it was the final test.

But you weren't going to let him have the last word this time.

You stared at him, your patience hanging by a thread.

How could he keep pretending that he didn’t know what was going on? All these gifts, all these thoughtful gestures- it was him, no doubt about it. But still, he refused to admit it, and it was getting harder and harder to keep your composure.

“You…” you started, your voice trembling with frustration. “You are the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.”

Ralph’s eyes widened in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected you to get so worked up.

“Me? Really?” He shifted on his feet, looking genuinely concerned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought… maybe you’d like it? The mystery, I mean.”

“Like it?!” you almost shouted, throwing your hands up in the air.

“I would’ve been your Valentine by now if you weren’t such a nincompoop! But no, you keep sending me all these gifts like some mysterious stranger and won’t just show up and say it’s you!”

Ralph looked more confused than anything, his brow furrowing as if he was trying to make sense of what you were saying. “But… I thought you liked the surprises. You don’t?”

“No, I do like them! But if you weren’t so afraid to admit it’s you behind all of this, we could’ve been done with this already!”

Your chest was tight with a mix of anger and confusion. “Why can’t you just be honest?”

“I am honest!” Ralph protested, stepping back as though the weight of the situation was sinking in.

“I’m just… well, I thought you might like it better if it was a bit of a game. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He wrung his hands nervously, looking even more like a deer caught in headlights.

“You’ve been sending me things for days, Ralph! And I’ve had enough! If you can’t just fess up and admit you’re behind it all, then I’m leaving.” You were practically shaking now with frustration.

“Oh,” Ralph said softly, almost as if he hadn’t realized how serious you were. “Well, if that’s how you feel, I guess there’s nothing I can do.” He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, staring at the ground like he was lost for words.

“I really didn’t mean to make you upset.”

You shook your head, still seething. “It’s not about the gifts or the mystery! It’s about you pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about! If you cared about me at all, you’d just tell me the truth.”

Ralph bit his lip, his eyes wide with a mix of guilt and confusion. He didn’t know how to respond. “I… I didn’t want to make things weird,” he muttered, looking away from you. “I thought maybe… you’d think I was being too forward.”

Your hand was already on the door, ready to leave. “Well, I’ve had enough of this. If you can’t be honest with me, then I’m done.”

You turned and opened the door, stepping out without looking back.

Ralph stood in the doorway, looking helpless as you left. He didn’t stop you. He didn’t try to explain. He just stood there, as if he was still trying to understand what had just happened.

As you walked away, you felt a strange mix of relief and frustration. He was still acting like it was all some kind of game, and you had no idea how to make him see that it wasn’t.

౨ৎ ₊˚ 𓍢ִ໋ ⬷ ♡ ⊹₊⬷ ₊˚ 𓍢⋆౨ৎ˚

February 12th

A knock at your door.

You ignored it at first.

Then came another knock. And another. More urgent. More insistent.

With an exhausted sigh, you pulled yourself up, tightened the belt of your robe, and stomped toward the door, fully prepared to give whoever it was a piece of your mind.

The second you opened it, though, all that frustration hit a wall.

That wall was named Ralph Penbury.

He stood there on your doorstep, bundled up in his finest coat and waistcoat, gripping a ukulele like it might float away if he loosened his grip. His hair was slightly mussed from the wind, and his face—already pink from the cold- somehow got redder the moment he saw you.

“Oh,” he said, blinking rapidly. “Hello.”

You folded your arms. “Ralph.”

Silence.

Then, after an awkward pause, he perked up like he suddenly remembered why he was there. “I- well, I thought that since my previous attempts at, um, expressing my… intentions may have been a bit much, I’d try something a little less… er… grandiose this time.”

You arched a brow.

“A song,” he added quickly, lifting his ukulele with a hopeful little smile.

You said nothing, just stared at him.

Ralph cleared his throat and set his fingers on the strings. He strummed once.

A horrible, ear-piercingly flat note rang out.

Ralph winced like he’d physically hurt himself. You blinked.

“Oh dear,” he muttered, frowning at the instrument. “That’s- that’s not right at all.”

And then, to your absolute bewilderment, he started tuning it, right there on your doorstep, flicking the pegs with intense concentration, plucking the strings, and murmuring to himself in frustration.

You stared.

Then, despite yourself, you felt your lips twitch.

He was completely oblivious to your reaction, too focused on adjusting the ukulele, muttering, “Honestly, this was in perfect tune when I left the house, I don’t know what- oh, bother, now I’ve made it worse-”

You pressed a hand to your mouth, pretending to cough, anything to disguise the fact that you were very much not annoyed anymore.

Finally, after a few more adjustments, he gave the strings a satisfied little pluck, nodded to himself, then looked up at you with the proudest, most innocent grin.

“Right then,” he declared, shifting his stance. “Take two.”

And then he played.

The song was sweet and soft and maybe a little bit clumsy. His fingers weren’t the most practiced, and he still hesitated on a few chords, but his voice- when he dared to sing- was gentle, warm, and filled with the kind of sincerity you couldn’t fake.

The worst part? It was working.

Your heart- your very annoyed, put-upon, exasperated heart—was melting.

By the time he strummed the last note, you weren’t even pretending to be mad anymore.

He looked up at you then, his wide brown eyes searching, nervous. He swallowed hard. “I, um… I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For everything.”

A long moment passed.

Then, without a word, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him.

Ralph made a tiny, surprised noise in the back of his throat- like a squeak, almost- but then he all but melted, his arms hovering in the air for a moment before he finally hugged you back, gentle and hesitant and so incredibly warm.

You closed your eyes, resting your head against his shoulder.

He let out a small, breathless laugh, then whispered, “Does- does this mean you’ll be my Valentine?”

You sighed dramatically. “If you weren’t such a nincompoop, you’d have figured that out already.”

His arms tightened just a little, and though you couldn’t see his face, you could hear the giddy little smile in his voice.

"So, you will?!" he smiled brightly as you pulled away, his whole body twitching in excitement, bouncing on his feet.

You had to admit it now; he was so cute...so pretty.

You hugged him once more, your face digging into his neck, making him squeal of happiness.

"How did you know it was me? that send you the gifts?" he asked softly

"Your handwriting is quite disguinishable, Ralph. Besides, no one else calls me 'My Dearest'" you laughed, earning a blush in return.

౨ৎ ₊˚ 𓍢ִ໋ ⬷ ♡ ⊹₊⬷ ₊˚ 𓍢⋆౨ৎ˚

[littlelioncub43]

If Ralph Penbury ever found out you'd had to lift a finger, he would drop everything and pamper you into princess-dom. 🥰

Awwww! Yes he would!

He's fussy about you on a good day, but the moment he learns that you've been organizing a holiday dinner, he is not having it. He definitely checks in to see if you want to be in charge of planning, cause if you do, then he will do everything to help you plan it. But if you don't really want to, he is taking over 10000000%. Even if it's an everyday occurrence such as carrying your painting supplies to the terrace.

He's endlessly helpful, or at least he tries to be. It's quite adorable to watch him dash to take the case of acrylic paints and brushes from your hands in a flurry of "don't worry, darling"s, "I've got it"s, "you just go ahead to the terrace I'll bring everything for you"s.

Then as soon as you let him take care of you, he's rushing off to the kitchen to make you an afternoon tea snack, just in case you're hungry. Once you're settled in, he's holding your hand in both of his, kneeling beside you, "is there anything else you need, darling?"

"No, Ralph," you grin and give him a sweet peck, "you've taken excellent care of me, once again."

He's absolutely beaming at the praise but insists you call for him if you so much as need a handkerchief to sneeze. He intends to go back to his study to finish his letters but he eventually moves out to the terrace with you and finishes his work there. Plus you get to sketch and paint him :3

[honey-eyed-munson]

Ideas for Eddie Munson fanfic (please tag me if y’all ever make these)

- battle of the bands Corroded Coffin vs Y/n band. Y/n gives off a Stevie nicks/Joan Jett vibe in both style and music. Enemies to lovers. Smut.

- new girl in Hawkins high who seems very innocent/ditzy and Eddie is attracted to it but when they get closer he realizes that under the sheets she is very much a top. Eddie has a sexual crisis

- CAN SOME ONE INCORPORATE THE SONG EDDIE MY LOVE BY THE CHORDETTES IT CAN BE FLUFFY OR ANGSTY IDC

- THIS IS FOR RALPH TIMEWASTERS. Y/n is a Hollywood starlet ( very much Rita Hayworth, Marilyn Monroe, Marlene Dietrich) and is doing a tour around the UK. Victoria and Ralph go to the same gala that Y/n is performing. They make eye contact. They hit it off. Ralph is such a baby and Y/n thinks it’s cute. Possible smut?

- Eddie is close to graduating but is failing his Spanish class. Y/n is Latina and recently moved to Hawkins High because the Spanish teacher is Y/n Aunt. Y/n aunt asks her if she can tutor Eddie to help him graduate but they both have been butting heads. Both then at some point open up and talk about how Y/n feels like a freak sometimes because of her background and being the only Latina in Hawkins. Y/n teaches Eddie about Spanish and culture in exchange for guitar lessons later on.Enemies to Lovers. Optional smut.

PLEASE TAG ME IF ANY OF YALL MAKE ANY OF THESE I WILL LOVE YOU TILL THE END OF TIME.

[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

[jokenotfunny]

sneak peak for one of the future chapters of - 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲?

stranger things x wandavision!au

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hawkins, indiana | y/l/n residence |

“i’m so screwed. i’m so screwed. i’m so screwed! robin, i can’t do this!” you paced around in your kitchen.

“sorry i’m just a little confused still. that’s not eddie?” she said, her and steve not looking away from the men in your living room through the pass-through.

“nope! and i can’t get away from him long enough to see where they’re actually from!” you sighed, pointing at the pristine-looking one with bright clothes and short hair, sitting on your couch, waving at you frantically, with a wide smile.

to give context, you awoke this morning, with eddie, at least you thought it was eddie, standing over you in old timey clothing (way older than the 60’s) and he started babbling off in a british accent.

now at first you thought he was just pranking you, i mean after all he was creepily good at an english accent for some reason. but the second you noticed his hair underneath his white boater hat, you realized it couldn’t be, because your eddie would never cut his hair that short again. he told you that countless times.

then when you went downstairs (with him- who was referring to himself as ralph- very close behind you) you saw another man identical to eddie, sitting on your couch patiently. the only thing different about him was his hair was a little longer than ralph’s, he had on a dark red overcoat over his clothes, and he didn’t seem as chipper as ralph did, actually he didn’t seem chipper at all, very flustered and melancholy really. he referred to himself as arthur.

“so, the multiverse is real? hell yeah! let me go talk to them!” dustin tried to go out to your living room, but was stopped by steve.

“maybe, not make this worse henderson? honestly!” he mumbled, pushing him back into his seat at your kitchen table, where you also sat with your head down.

“y/n! y/n!” you heard eddie’s frantic american (or maybe one of the others- who knows at this point) accent calling you from the living room, only a few minutes after robin had closed the blinds.

“well now you’re really screwed!” you threw your head in your hands at steve’s words.

he bursted through your kitchen doors, and looked around, either trying to make sure that there weren’t more of him in the kitchen or what, you didn’t know anymore. you honestly didn’t know anything at this point.

“i would ask why there’s three other me’s sitting in your living room, but judging by your faces, you guys don’t know either?” he asked leaning against your counter, with robin trying to catch his breath.

“yeah, we- did you just say three?!” robin exclaimed, as you jumped up with her to peek through the blinds again, to see- yet another eddie, sitting in your living room. he as well as the other two, had shorter hair than eddie, but with darker clothes than the other two.

“goddamnit!” you yelled out, dropping yourself back into your chair at the table, not before grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, though

“yeahhh, we came in at the same time, he said his name was uhhh leonard…or was it howard? i honestly don’t know. and he’s british! crazy, right?” he said.

“not really they all are.” dustin said, trying to see what you were writing.

“they’re all named leonard-howard? small world….” steve said, intrigued.

“no! steve, god! they’re all british!” dustin, sighed into his hands.

“uhh, y/n, is now really the time to be writing a novel?” robin asked over the two’s bickering.

“i’m going to do what i should’ve been done! and see where they’re from once and for all, what brought them here, and try to fix this before it gets worse.” you said determinedly, your eyes turning a glowing, bright red, as you stared blankly in front of you. “starting with ralph.”

they all gathered over you, and watched closely as your hand started to write on it’s own as you mumbled out small details,

“okay…a birthday….twin named…victoria, yeesh! someone named lauren…ooh harsh again….uhhh…cocaine?! whatever…ooh triple harsh! what a rejection! does this man get a break? oh, shit! he’s going to war!

“what?” the three older, all said simultaneously, not understanding the connection between any of the things you had just said.

“she’s looking into their universes, seeing how their lives are and trying to get an answer as to what could’ve possibly brought them here.” dustin, answered the unspoken questions they had.

“ohhhhh.”

“okay, i’m not seeing anything else for him so let’s move on to arthur.” you said out loud moving to the next name.

“okay uhhh..19th century london…..shit an affair baby? damn. compeyson? the fuck kind of name is that?” you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp that made everyone ask you what was wrong.

“that son of a bitch! for shame compeyson! for shame!” you whisper-yelled, still being concious enough to know that any one of the others could possibly hear you from the other room, if you were loud enough.

“umm okay- now leonard-howard? eddie his name is just leonard, where did you even get howard?” you asked, still watching the scenes in front of you.

“hey don’t blame me.” he put his hands up defensively, even though you couldn’t hear him.

“ooooh a scandal! accidental pregnancy….really? a bookcase is what got the job done? that’s sad…” you said, the glowing red, leaving your eyes and going back fo your normal color.

“okay so pretty much the only pattern we have here, is that all of their stories end in some kind of tragedy. soo maybe you brought them here subconsciously to try to save them?”

“so it was a try to save eddie type of thing, then? that makes sense, you care about him so much you wanted to help him every universe, i guess.”

“wait a second…i forgot to tell you something..” eddie trailed off.

“while that may be the case… i met another steve too…” he said meekly.

“what?!” you all exclaimed, taking turns to frantically asking him questions.

“why didn’t you say anything!?” being the premise of what you all were trying to say.

“i just thought harrington was on one today, alright?! his hair was all flattened, really lacking it’s usual volume, he kept following me around askin me to fuckin’ follow him or something! he kept yelling out this one thing as i was walking up your driveway, though….” he trailed off trying to remember.

“he was in front of the house?!“ steve and dustin, looked at each other comically before running out of your kitchen and through the living room, the only indicator that they left was the tell-tale slam of your front door.

“okay, eddie? eddie, what did he look like, o-other than the hair.” robin asked him, picking up your pen and going to write down more information about this “new steve” as you just walked into your living room quietly, with a snap of your fingers, you were changed out of your pajamas- seemingly done with life, if we’re being honest- ralph immediately getting up and following behind you as you left the house as well.

“he uh, he had on a blue sweatshirt, anddd oh! i remember what he said now!” he snapped his fingers going over to the paper with robin.

“he said to follow him to some place called uhhh..”

“kurts world…96? 96! yeah! i didn’t know what the hell that meant though…”

“well! stranger things have happened i guess!” robin said, faux enthusiastically. a loud crowd of laughter, applause, and whistles was heard throughout the room, making robin and eddie jump to look around confused as to where it was coming from.

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a/n : i’m so excited to write this chapter in its capacity because it’s gonna be so damn chaotic 😭😭😭

i got the premise of the idea of a multiple eddies type of thing, from @orpheusredux ‘s amazing work “the eddies” which eveybody should read because it was fucking amazing 😭

psa : also, arthur isn’t going to be at all romantically involved with the reader in that chapter when it finally does come out, i promise. really none of them are except for ralph 🗿and that’s like barely. i just wanted to get all of the cast’s other tragic ending characters (and just chracters in general) included in the story 😭.

taglist : @floralenvu @pinkfeatherboarry @pofties @diysyfhcjtssuiteryyxhcft @blkroyalty1

[sunflowerheartsandstarryskies]

Strawberry Moon ~ Ralph (Timewasters) x fem!Reader

Author’s Note: This is a quick little thing for Ralph because I adore him and love jazz music, so this idea popped into my head. If you like swing music, I was listening to Strawberry Moon by Dennis van Aarssen, a fantastic singer.

Side note for context of the story: Strawberry moons are a real thing, it’s the appearance the full moon takes on in June, the moon takes the color of a ripe strawberry to almost pink. I feel like I have a schoolgirl crush on this guy named Ralph, like good lord.

(I also want to hide this idea in the author’s note so no one holds me accountable, but I have been working on a bridgerton/pride and prejudice type fic with Ralph as the prince in the story and you are an adopted bridgerton daughter. Would anyone be interested???)

Song referenced in the story and title: https://open.spotify.com/track/45ICzdX3r4uEScJiRcf3YY?si=2122b5a2290f4248 

Summary: You aren’t much of a party, so when you stepped out of the club for some much-needed air, you didn’t expect anyone to follow you.

Warnings: just tooth-rotting fluff

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You love the music, and the drinks that you have, but the people can be a bit too much in a jazz club. However, you love a good love song no matter how cliche that comes across. You were pulled into a party where you didn’t really know the hosts but your friend, who insisted you come with them. 

While you were there, you learned the hosts were Victoria and Ralph, more so Victoria as you watched her chatter with various people. Ralph seemed more reserved than his twin, as you also learned from your friend, as you did your people-watching while listening to the jazz band, you started to notice that Ralph constantly got your attention. He seemed cute and you doubt he was as obnoxious as Victoria is with how throughout the hour you’ve been here every minute seemed to be filled with her shrill voice in the background. 

You turned away from your side of the bar that you found yourself grounded to and looked to see if there was a table you could sit at. The only semi-empty one was a table that was situated towards a wall and a man was sitting alone at it. He had these big puppy dog brown eyes and looked to be humming to the song that the jazz band was playing.

You walked over to him and politely introduced yourself to him so as to not startle him. He ends up jumping up anyway and once he saw it was you that got his attention his face almost immediately lit up. 

“Oh hello! I’m sorry what did you say?” Ralph asked.

“Sorry, I was just wondering if I could sit here? You don’t have to get up or anything I just didn’t want to sit at the bar anymore,” you explained.

“Oh, of course, I was just sitting here to take a rest from the dancing,” he said brightly gesturing to a seat next to him. 

You thanked him gratefully as you sat down your dress flowing under you as you do, and your heels giving a little clack as it hits the chair. 

“So what’s your name?” Ralph asked you.

“Oh um, my name is (Y/N). My friend dragged me here to this party,” you stated.

He repeated your name cautiously and then he straightened himself as he smiled at you and said, “What a wonderful name! This is my sister and I’s party, well mostly my sister Victoria’s party than mine.”

“You’re Ralph then?” you asked.

“Yes! Yes, I am,” Ralph exclaimed. 

You giggled at his excitement and he just smiled sweetly at you.

“You know you seem very sweet, Ralph. If you ever recover from all that dancing earlier I would be honored if you saved a dance for me,” you said with a shy smile.

“Oh you want to dance with me?” he asked incredulously.

“Yeah of course that’s why I asked.” 

“Oh! Oh then we can dance now, I’ve been sitting for quite a while now, I think I’ve saved enough energy to dance with you,” he said excitedly almost jumping from his seat.

He offered his arm for you to take as you got up, you gave him a bright smile in return which he returned. He spun you onto the dance floor as the jazz band transitioned into a swing song. You laughed as he began to these silly moves all around you. You offered your hand to him as you begin to lead him into an energetic dance as the band was in full swing. Both of you were grinning ear to ear throughout the whole time you were dancing. 

When the song did end you were both completely breathless at the energy you both put into that one dance that you began to giggle to yourselves as you thanked him for the lovely dance. 

“You are most welcome. That was a splendid dance, I would love to have another dance with you before the night ends,” he told you and you accepted eagerly.

There was something about this well-dressed and polite man that’s got you crushing hard on him already. As you started to realize this you felt yourself get hotter and more flustered at how you were falling for this man that was standing just a couple of inches away from you.

“I’m gonna go outside for a little bit, I’m all hot from the dancing,” you told him.

“Oh let me escort you out then,” he said.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” you began.

“I insist,” he said with a determined look.

“Alright, let’s go then,” you conceded.

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You made out to the back of the club and onto the railing looking over a river. You sat on a bench nearby and took a deep breath of the fresh air of the night, leaning onto your hands. Ralph repeats your movements but gets startled as he looked up at the sky, and you look to see where he was looking and saw the moon was a pinkish hue.

“What happened to the moon?” Ralph asked almost in awe.

“I heard it’s called a strawberry moon,” you tell him.

“Really?” he questioned. 

As you turned to look at him you notice just how breathtaking he looked, especially in the moonlight, and caught yourself staring at his lips for a brief second. You felt yourself getting hot like in the club and turned yourself back to look at the moon as you nodded at his answer. 

Then you leaned a little closer to him bumping shoulders with him conspiratorially as you said, “I heard that a strawberry moon helps to prosper young love.”

“That’s amazing,” he said softly almost shyly.

“Yeah,” you said and you saw him look at your lips but you thought it was a trick of the light at first.

“Can I try something?” he asked and you saw him looking flustered.

“Yeah,” you said.

He then softly placed both of his hands on either side of your face and he looked at you with such a tooth-achingly sweet look that you just melted in his hands. Ralph leaned in and gave you an oh-so-soft kiss on your lips and you leaned into the kiss almost as soon as he went to give you the kiss. It was just a soft peck of the lips but you knew you were hooked on Ralph, because as soon as he was pulling away. 

You put a hand on Ralph’s neck as you echoed his words, “Can I try something?”

When Ralph eagerly nodded you dove into capturing his lips in a more impassioned kiss and he almost immediately started kissing you back. You both started to move closer together to further the kiss, and you felt like your heart was on fire by how gentle Ralph was being even with him passionately kissing you. You both had to pull away as you were getting breathless and as you looked up at him, you felt pulled under by his lovesick eyes. 

“I think you might be my strawberry moon,” he whispered to you.

It took you a moment for your brain to click on what he meant when you realized what you told him earlier when you first echoed in your mind.

Young love. A strawberry moon symbolized young love. 

You wished Ralph still didn’t have his hands on you even though it felt ridiculously nice, because you know he could feel you getting flustered under his hands.

“Too much?” he whispered.

“No not at all, Ralph,” you whispered back. 

How fitting to kiss under a strawberry moon when this wonderful feeling feels just as sweet as a real strawberry. How fitting, how beautiful. 

Young love it may be, and you were thankful for your friend to drag you to a party just this once, so you could meet a man as sweet as Ralph. You couldn’t think much more as Ralph was dragging you further into a deep heart-burning kiss.

[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.

[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.

[littlelioncub43]

I bet if you fed Ralph a strawberry, it would alter his brain chemistry.

Awwww yes!

"Strawberry, Darling?"

Strawberries weren't Ralph's favorite, not by a long shot. He was more of a plum or peach type of fellow, something with more body to it instead of the nearly sickeningly sweetness of strawberries. Of course, he didn't have the heart to tell you, not when you had picked out the best of the bunch just for the two of you to share.

But the warmth of the sun and your smile raining down on him made him much more agreeable. He eyed the plate of red berries you had set up on the small blanket as he leans back on the palms of his hands, his long legs out stretched and crossed at the ankles. The private picnic in the estate gardens was everything you could have asked for, Ralph had spared no expense in organizing your Valentine's Day date, all you had to do was pack the food basket and look beautiful.

"Yes, please," he nodded, leaning over from his spot next to you to select one of the berries. Before he could grab one, you were lifting the fruit to his lips for him.

A blush took over his face almost instantly, especially with you leaning into him, your shoulders nearly resting together. You held the plump fruit in front of him, waiting patiently for him to eat it. The small smile that tugged at your lips was second nature, your sweet Ralph was just too cute sometimes. His doe eyes looking from you to the berry and back with such innocent bashfulness was making the butterflies in your tummy flutter furiously.

"Go on," you whisper, your voice dropping into a sultry tone on its own. Carefully, Ralph leans in, his eyes unmoving from yours as he takes the strawberry into his mouth. You watch through love-hooded eyes as he sinks his pearly teeth into the red flesh, the juice coating his equally pink lips and drip down his chin.

Ralph can't contain the soft moan that rumbles in his chest, it's quiet, barely there but still audible to no one but you. His eyes fall shut as he basks in the flavors. The sweetness fills his senses, fresh notes that taste like the sun swirl in his mouth, a tang of tartness cuts through and saves him from the sickening sweetness that he's grown accustomed to. It's never tasted so good before.

The gentle swipe of your thumb along his bottom lip peels his eyes open again. In your own eyes he can see the love-sick affection reflected back to him, feelings of love and adoration, much like his own, designed for him and him alone. He couldn't keep to himself if the world depended on it.

A gasp leaves you as Ralph captures your lips with his own, his mouth eager to claim yours and drown you in the feelings of sweetness and sunshine, everything you make him feel. Tossing the bitten fruit to the plate with no regard, you let him kiss you. The hints of strawberry that linger in his kiss and dance on his tongue fill your mouth as he tastes you, his hands now cradling your head, keeping you in place for him to love. Soft moans pour from you both, filling each other's mouths with tender songs of love and strawberries.

[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

[littlelioncub43]

Sweet Ralphie is just the cutest when you give him head. So amazed that somebody loves him so much, they'll do that for him. And he always remembers to say thank you after. 🤣

Awwww yes!

He's obsessed with you on a calm day, but the moment you turn around and show him any amount of love and affection he is spiraling.

Spi. Ral. Ing.

The best way to get Ralph worked up is to spoil him, and with how much he loves you, it doesn't take much for Ralph to feel spoiled (which is amazing considering his lifestyle).

"I wanna taste you, Ralphie, please baby, need to have you in my mouth," you moan softly to him, listening to his own fluttering moans and watching as his eyes bug out in disbelief. Disbelief that you want him bad enough to beg, disbelief that a woman like you was his to love and call his own, disbelief that anyone in the entire universe was luckier than he was— there was no one luckier than Ralph Penbury, he was sure of it.

"You'll let me taste you, won't you, baby?" You ask in a cooing voice, nodding softly to encourage him to agree, he followed your movements like he was in a trance.

"Yes, yes of course, darling, anything you want," he sighs against your lips, "you can do anything you want to me," he mutters reverently.

He thinks about it as more of him pleasing you by letting you pleasure him. All he wants is to please you, and Ralph is the furthest thing from a selfish lover (although he can be a brat from time to time).

He's still getting used to the feeling of blowjobs, so he's extra vocal and excited when you go down on him. He's still too shy to grab your hair so he ends up either pulling his own hair or tugging on the sheets/pillow beneath his head. He's a writher, his body just writhes. Ralph is braindead the moment your hot mouth takes him in.

The only words/phrases he knows are "yes," "oh god," and "please." He doesnt even know what he's begging for, he just knows he wants it and that you will give it to him. He cums with a throaty, drawn out moan, his entire body pulled taught and trembling as he finishes. He looks down at you with soft eyes as you tenderly kiss along his lower stomach, and he just stares in awe that you could make him feel that good. That you wanted to make him feel good. My God, he loves you so much it hurts. When he finally catches his breath, he offers you a soft, lovesick smile and a genuine "thank you."

He spends the rest of the day doting on you, sneaking soft kisses to your lips and cheek or any inch of skin he can reach. He also bought you 3 new necklaces and a brand new set of gloves. You love them but not as much as you love your Ralphie 🥰💖🫂

[littlelioncub43]

imagine waking up next to a warm, snuggly Ralphie who has no intention of letting you out of bed today 🥰

This snuggle wee lad would be so cute to cuddle 🥺🤧

His hair all messy and unkempt from a night of love making (because let's be honest, Ralph makes love no matter how rough and nasty it gets), his voice uncharacteristically low and calm as he whispers lovely things to you. He's got you tangled in your shared bed and he's going to keep you there for as long as possible. You, of course, don't mind in the least. You get to play with his hair and tell him about your vivid dreams or your current project that you're working on, and he listens with earnest adoration. The maids come in to serve you breakfast in bed, and Ralph isn't the bit embarrassed about them seeing all the marks along his and your skin. He felt pride, like a real husband who showed his wife just how much he loves her— what's to be embarrassed about?

Ralph will 100% play you songs on his ukulele. He plays songs you love, songs he's working on, and makes up silly ones on the spot to make you laugh. He lives for your approval and to make you smile or laugh.

Of course, he does end up making love to you again. He can't help it around you, he's got more stamina than you thought possible. Oh, but he's so attentive and gentle, even if you aren't sore from the night before, he's entering you carefully to avoid harming you. It's all sweet kisses and whimpers and moans for the rest of the day.

[littlelioncub43]

oh no, you've got me started on Ralphie again! he looks so bumbly and innocent but I bet once you get him going, babyboy would be WILD.

I was literally just thinking about him! He's an angel 🥰

You just know he's wild, bestie. He's desperate for it every single time, loving but still desperate. It doesn't matter what the situation is, he will always make it intense (obviously in a good way). Ralph loves you, obsessed with you, worships at your feet like a dog night and day— he can't help it if he gets carried away sometimes all the time. That's not to say that he ignores your wishes or boundaries, no no no, never. He loves you too much to hurt you or disrespect you.

But he will overstimulate you. Himself, too. He loves you so much that he just keeps going and going and going and going. Have I mentioned that he loves you?

[littlelioncub43]

I wanna edge sweet Ralphie to the point where the only words he can remember are "mummy" and "please."

Awww yes, sweet baby hehe

He's bent over you, both of you kneeling on all fours in your bed. You can feel Ralph trembling over you, the need strumming off of him in powerful waves as he rubs his hard dick through your folds. He knows he doesn't have permission, he knows that, so he waits for your approval.

"Mummy," he whines, "please, Mummy," he can feel your juices leaking down his shaft, the torture of his previous orgasms that he's been denied fresh in his mind. All he can do is beg, plead, and hope for your mercy.

You giggle softly, the feeling of power definitely went to your head. Ralph dusted your skin with soft kisses, whimpering his pleas into your shoulder while you grind back into him to tease.

"Please." He sounds wrecked, destroyed, desperate. Just as you wanted.

[littlelioncub43]

Which one of our nerds loves cockwarming the most? I kinda wanna nominate either Dennis or Justin

Den is definitely on the list

He's been denied closeness and love for so long and when he finally is able to get it, he is ravenous for it. In any way he can get it. And cockwarming is definitely one of his favorites. He doesnt need to be fucking you, it's not about the carnal satisfaction but rather about connection and intimacy without sex being the main focus of it. He knows it can mess with your pH levels and general comfort so he doesn't ask for it a lot, but he does ask for it when things are particularly bad for him. He has cried a handful of times when you do cockwarm him. He cant help it, sometimes it just happens, but thankfully, you're so wonderful and kind. You hold him until he feels better. Sometimes he ends up making love to you. Its all sweet and gentle and full of love— the cute shit that makes people want to gag but secretly jealous.

And then there's Ralphie. A close second to Dennis, but still just as into it. He asks for it a lot more than Den does because he just wants to be close all the time. He loves you and he loves how you feel, especially after you guys get together. He's been a virgin for so long and finally being exposed to pleasure and sex makes him a little.... needy and desperate for it. It almost always ends in sex, but he's so sweet and caring that it's worth it. He showers you with love constantly, physically and emotionally, so you can't help but want to indulge him in it.

This little baby needs it to go to sleep sometimes. He has nightmares about his past, and when he's just too restless or anxious, he shyly, and very, very, politely asks you to cockwarm him. He's the most shy about asking out of the three, but he's the most gracious. Not that the others aren't grateful, but he will be thanking you for it for at least 2 weeks afterwards. He mutters over and over "thank you" as he drifts off into sleep, spooning you, his body enveloped by yours in the most intimate way possible. He needs it to feel safe.

[littlelioncub43]

Tech Tuesdays will always be my favorite, even tho I can't think of an idea for shit kjshgjklk

Maybe... what their minds are like whenever you kiss them out of nowhere? Idk like, y'know the strong and sudden urge to give them hundreds of kisses lol

Surely their minds would be an equivalent to the dial-up internet sounds 😭

It would nonnie 🥺

Dennis would be frozen for at least 10 seconds after you kiss him. He doesnt know what he's done to warrant a kiss but he wants to do it again and again for the rest of his life just so you can kiss him like this. Finally he starts to move his mouth with you, making you giggle at how long it took him to respond. He loses track of any thoughts he's ever had.

This slutty little bean reciprocates almost immediately, he's been conditioned at this point to just go with it. He will grin like an idiot the entire time you kiss him.

Look at this baby face and tell me that college!Justin doesn't whimper the moment you kiss him out of the blue. You can't. He blinks a few times and is immediately out of breath. He's suddenly the neediest little boy to have ever lived and chases your lips for more if you even so much as break away for a moment. It lets him live his most clingy life.

He will laugh immediately while accepting each and every kiss you give him. He will also chuckle suggestively and groan throatily as a joke, making you giggle with him but you don't stop the kisses. When you finally do pull back, and you're both breathless and flushed, he's giving that infamous grin and teasing with a "not that Im complaining, but what was that for, Princess?"

He is just like Justin and will use it as the perfect opportunity to indulge in his needy feelings. Ralph moans. Honest to god moans when you kiss him. He's the one to get the most carried away with it. He'll forget where you are if it's in public or sneak his hands under your skirt if you're in private. He just wants it so bad. He wants to be devoured by you.