#ralph penbury x fem!reader

[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]

Excuse me just a moment, I forgot something in my car—

Fucking hell and a new stick of lip balm. I'm in love with it. Yes please. And thank you. I need two.

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

[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.

[babybluebex]

𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 (𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬) 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

༻ ralph penbury (timewasters, 2017)

wizard: at ralph’s birthday party, you feel the need to apologize for what you’ve done. ralph, meanwhile, has a question to ask you. (fluff)

making waves: before a party, you do ralph's hair. (fluff)

marking ralph's cheeks with lipstick (fluff)

punishing ralphie for misbehaving (smut)

coked up ralphie fucks your ass (smut)

༻ jamie sampson (kin, 2017)

jamie tells you about harry (angst)

༻ koner (game of thrones, 2017)

only you series masterlist (koner x fem!reader): your secret relationship with a winterfell guard is threatened when your father marries you off to another man, and you do everything you can to stay with him and keep your love strong. (retired)

༻ peter grunauer (overlord, 2018)

reuniting after peter goes to war (angst)

sweet awkward reunion sex (smut)

༻ enjolras (bbc les miserables, 2018)

don't call it love: your latin tutor is one of those revolutionaries that your father despises and, after he invites you to a citizen’s meeting, his true intentions are revealed.(angst)

༻ prince paul (catherine the great, 2019)

out of the dark: marrying the prince of russia would be dream if he wasn’t such a dick, but a late night conversation leads to a mutual understanding. (smut)

paul yells at you (angst)

paul punishes you for flirting with someone else (smut)

༻ tom grant (make up, 2019)

5 minutes in heaven: your boyfriend finds an empty closet at work, and he convinces you to play a game of 7 (or 5) minutes in heaven. (smut)

stupid for you: you and tom get into a fight and, after he says something especially nasty to you, he makes it up to you in the best way. (smut)

boyfriend!tom headcanons (fluff)

teaching tom how to go down on you (smut)

tom convinces you to try anal (smut)

tom takes care of you when you're sick (fluff)

making you smile after a hard day (fluff)

cuddling with tom (fluff)

༻ pub!charlie (best move along, 2019)

pub!charlie headcanons(fluff)

nsfw pub!charlie headcanons(smut)

༻ billy knight (cb strike, 2020)

breeding kink (smut)

handjobs (smut)

camilla (fluff)

༻ eric (a quiet place: day one, 2024)

a medium place: your husband, eric, spends too much time at the office, and he assures you that you’re a priority in his life. (smut)

needs and wants: in the direct aftermath of the apocalypse, you meet a man who's worse for wear in just about every regard. even though you can't do too much to heal his injuries, it's possible that you can heal his heart. (smut)

[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.

[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

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

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.

[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.

[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]

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]

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]

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]

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

[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.

[littlelioncub43]

I loved Justin sleep headcanon!

I couldn't find any headcanon for our other beloved nerds, so i wanted to ask what they're habits are or things they do before they go to sleep, how they sleep (the last one sounded super creepy😂) ❤️

Jake doesn't really have a bed time but so long as he's asleep by midnight. He does have a routine: snack, wash face, floss, brush his teeth, double check the doors and windows, put whatever dishes he forgot in the sink, and gets into bed just in time to help you put on your lotion. That's his favorite part.

He doesn't toss and turn. He sleeps like a freaking rock, and snores a little, not too much. He doesn't hog the blankets but he does take up a lot of space in bed.

This lawless chaotic bean literally has no bed time whatsoever. Time does not control Eddie the Freak Munson. He also doesnt have a routine. He's a rogue man who just does as he pleases. And I love that for him.

He snores. Pretty loudly. He's also a bed hog, but mostly because he wants to be as close to you as physically possible. He is a cuddler and will hug you all night.

He has a meticulous routine and a strict bedtime when not partying. He loves being asleep by 9 so he can be up and at 'em by 7am. His routine involves a lot of grooming and personal care with so many steps that I dont think I could possibly list them all. I'll just say that he likes to take care of himself.

He doesn't snore, but he mumbles about you in his sleep. He dreams of taking you out on dates, often whispering soft praises about how pretty your dress looks on you, or how gorgeous your necklace is. He is prone to having wet dreams, it's a tie between him and Justin as to who has the most. He isnt a blanket hog or a bed hog, but he is extremely clingy. He is a barnacle the moment you're in bed together.

Dennis has a bed time at 10:30. He likes that number for some reason. It's just the perfect number for going to sleep. He takes relatively good care of himself, his routine is much like Jake's.

He snores quite a bit but it's not too much for you to handle. He isn't a blanket hog or a bed hog, he makes sure you have enough space and blankets to be comfortable because he also needs a lot of space to sleep. He does toss and turn a little tho.

[littlelioncub43]

HELL YEAH TECH TUESDAAAAAYS 📢📢

I cannot tell you just how much I wanna go on aquarium dates with them, feel free to add whatever ideal activities you got in that pretty head of yours! ❤

With Dennis, he'd be so eager to have pictures of you in his gallery like those aesthetic girlfriend material photos on Pinterest, and cannot wait to find the one to make it as his lockscreen photo! He'll definitely be speechless every time you'd go as far as asking a stranger to take a couple photo of the two of you, but it's the most pleasant surprised he'll happily accept!

For Jake, best believe he'll buy you the cutest stuffed animal there, like a whale or a lobster, and it's probably big as hell, too. But he cannot imagine taking you there without buying you a little something-something! Photos are a must too, but unlike Dennis, he is more than eager for pictures together; what better way to rub it in the face of his team, if not a whole photo album of himself with the hottest girl in the world?

In terms of Justin, he'd be the right person to tell you all the things he know about the marine life! Eagerly telling you the origins or even the most random facts that could make you giggle, all for the sake of your approval or affection. Whether it's the sparkles in your eyes or the cheek kisses everytime he was able to list a fish's scientific name, he loved the date just as much as you did!

I'm not entirely sure about Eddie or Ralph but knowing you, I'm sure you'd have an idea or two about them ;)))

You nailed it bestie.

He is all about taking those pictures of you. He brought his phone, his digital camera, and a disposable film camera. He wanted to cover all the bases. When you do ask for pictures of you both, he's trying so hard to not mess up the pic. You insist that he couldn't mess it up, he relaxed a little. You had to make him laugh to get a good genuine picture of him smiking, but it was worth it. You have his picture as your lockscreen.

He absolutely wants a picture together everywhere you go. Of course he takes pictures of just you, but he really wants to be in the photos too! He makes a mini photo album of the trip and everything.

This sweet baby is a nerd. I love him. He wants to read all the little panels, listens intently to the tour guide, whispers facts to you about them, and just has a far out time. You buy him a little squishy stuffed animal of his favorite animal— the sting ray. He sleeps with it in his bed.

This chaotic bean would have a lot of fun. He loves watching everything move, he listens very well to the tour guides or speakers when they say something interesting. He would only take a few pictures, mostly of you, but you get him to pose in front of the tank for a really good picture. His favorite baseball band tee hugging his sturdy frame, his hair illuminated by the boue light of the water, his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms braced on the handrail behind him as he leans. It's your favorite.

Would run off in excitement and nearly get lost. But once he learns not to run off, he'd still as excited but he clutches you. He is afraid of the sharks. Almost refuses to look at them, but he does. He earns a kiss for being so brave. He also romances you near the big tank, nearly reciting poetry about how beautiful you look in this light, how lucky he is to have you, how much he loves you. You both share a sweet kiss when everyone else clears out.