#virgin!ralph
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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 (Ralph x Reader) You’ve been pining after Ralph for months now, convinced that he’s not interested in you or any other woman for that matter. Little did you know that you were only half right.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI I don’t care what you say, be respectful of my goddamn boundaries it’s not that difficult), mentions of masturbation (m and f), mentions of pillow humping, protected p in v (wrap it before you tap it hens), riding, Ralph is a virgin, mutual pining, crying, oral (m receiving), some fluff, I guess there’s also some angst?
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 Briefly proof-read but may still be some mistakes. At 7.7k words, this is by far the longest one-shot I’ve ever written. I was minding my own business, being in love with Eddie, and then Ralph came along and decided that I should also be in love with him. At this point my love life is fictional characters and only fictional characters, and I’m at peace with that. Also, I really shouldn’t have to say this, but if you’re a minor you really shouldn’t be reading my work or interacting with it or my blog. I’m not responsible for the media you consume, you are, and I will block you if I think you’re a minor. (Also before anyone says anything, condoms did exist in the 1920s, they were just thicker and probably not as comfortable or effective as they are nowadays)
When you first met Ralph, it had been a year ago at one of the parties his sister held regularly. You’d been invited because you were a cousin of one of Victoria’s friends, though you suspected back then it was just for them to have someone new to ridicule and make a spectacle of with the way they kept looking at you from a distance and giggling. However, whatever snide or mean remarks had been made about you had never reached your ears. In fact, quite the opposite happened. You heard nothing but kind words that Victoria and her confidants had said in regard to you. Pleasant, delightful, entertaining, sweet, compliments were all you’d heard spoken about you. However, something curious they’d also said had also gotten back to you.
Oh, she’d be the perfect friend for Ralph, don’t you think?
Ralph himself had been nothing but a gentleman to you for the short amount of time you conversed at the party. He was like an excitable puppy at times, definitely not acting his age, but it was something you found to be endearing. He asked you so many questions about yourself and your dreams and aspirations, genuinely interested in you despite having only just met you. You were disappointed when he was dragged away by his father to talk to other guests and worried that you’d lost your chance to get to know him more.
Your concern dissipated, however, when Victoria started inviting you over to the estate more. You were there as her guest and not Ralph’s but somehow you ended up spending more time with him than the elder of the twins. She didn’t seem to mind though, encouraging your friendship with him whilst also getting to know you more herself. You found her to be a little abrasive at times (you didn’t approve of the way she treated her brother) and more materialistic for your tastes but she proved to be a steadfast friend just like the younger twin.
After a while, you found yourself spending more and more time at the estate but at the request of Ralph. That wasn’t to say that Victoria had stopped inviting you to the estate, but her invitations were less frequent, and you ended up spending more time with her twin than with her. Even when you were invited to stay for a week or two at a time, you saw more of the younger Penbury than you did of her unless it was for dinner or for an outing with both of the twins to go shopping and explore the city. You didn’t mind this, however. It gave you the two of you the opportunity to get to know one another better, resulting in you become closer friends because of it. You’d even go so far as saying that he was your best friend and someone that you could rely on. His puppy-like energy and enthusiasm were matched by his love of playing the ukulele, which he often strummed when you asked him to, and that intelligence and insightfulness you’d caught vague glimpses of at the party. He was a lot smarter than his sister gave him credit for, and he seemed to positively glow and flourish when it was just the two of you.
With the amount of time you spent alone together, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when you realised you’d developed feelings for him beyond friendship. Despite the differences in your backgrounds and lives, you both bonded and formed a friendship that meant a lot more to you than other friendships you had. You were always writing to each other if you couldn’t see one another, and when you did spend time together neither of you wanted it to end. Some of your happiest memories now were from your time spent in each other’s company. Ralph making up songs about you on his ukulele. Drinks by the fireplace. Days out to explore a part of the city that he hadn’t shown you yet, even if it was somewhere you’d been before by yourself because it just wasn’t the same if he wasn’t there with you. Dancing together at parties and laughing at each other’s jokes while you stood so close your lips could almost brush against his.
Once you had this realisation about your feelings, you ultimately decided not to bring it up with Ralph. He never seemed to be interested in romance or relationships, more than satisfied with his lot in life. His father had often offered to find a wife for him, but he declined each time and wasn’t pressured into finding someone. The younger Penbury was content playing his ukulele and throwing parties with Victoria. Seeing him happy and being his friend was enough for you. At least, that’s what you told yourself while you were in his company.
In the hours of the night, when you were alone in your own room at home or the guest room that had basically become yours for whenever you stayed over at the estate, you had to silence yourself as you let out your pent up feelings and attraction towards him. You’d spent the hours of the early morning on more than one occasion imagining what it would feel like for him to touch you. To hold him against you as you bounced up and down in his lap. The way he would sound moaning or whimpering above you as he thrusted in and out of you. The feeling of his skin against yours, his tongue lapping at your dripping cunt while he pinned down your hips to stop you moving. You were embarrassed at times by how much you craved him, often having to avoid his gaze the morning after your pleasured yourself to thoughts of him. If he’d noticed the way you refused to look him in the eyes until later in the day, he hadn’t said anything to you about it and didn’t act any differently around you.
Now, exactly a year after you first met one another, you were preparing for yet another party. Victoria had invited you and had even insisted on you staying at the estate for a while after, three weeks to be exact. It would be the longest that you’d visited, not that you were complaining. You could never complain at getting to spend more time with Ralph, even if that meant it would be three weeks of you endlessly pining after him while forcing yourself to maintain the friendship you had. You’d endure it as long as you got to see that beautiful, boyish smile of his.
When you arrived the morning of party day, Ralph eagerly greeted you as you stepped out of the carriage. He was quick to pull you into a tight embrace, beaming from ear to ear.
“Oh, Y/N, how I’ve missed you so! I couldn’t sleep a wink last night thinking about you,” he said as he pulled back, his hands lingering on your arms for a brief moment.
“I’ve missed you to, Ralph. Ever since Victoria’s letter arrived in the post, I’ve been preparing for the party. Father even bought me a new outfit for the occasion. I can’t wait for you to see it later tonight.”
Ralph bent his arm at the elbow and held it out for you. “Darling, you’re going to look absolutely marvellous. I daresay you’ll be the most beautiful lady there.”
You laced your arm through his and tried to ignore the way your stomach fluttered at how the pet name rolled off his tongue so easily. It was something he’d started calling you two or three months ago now and you still somehow hadn’t managed to get over how much you adored that you were the one he addressed in such a way. He didn’t even call his own twin sister darling. You assumed it was because of how close you’d grown as friends, the two of you inseparable whenever you stayed at the estate.
You didn’t know it then, but that night you were going to realise how wrong you were.
***
As always, the party downstairs was busy and buzzing with conversation and jazz music. You hadn’t meant to be late heading down into the ballroom, but you wanted to make sure you looked absolutely perfect before making your entrance. Even though you knew Ralph wouldn’t see you any differently, a tiny part of you hoped that he would notice and perhaps change his perspective of you from just friend to something more. It wasn’t a scandalous outfit by any means, but the way black skirt hugged your curves and stopped at the ankles to reveal stocking clad legs and black heels certainly made you feel like you looked scandalous. Partnered with the loose white blouse tucked into the waistline and the delicate gold necklace hanging around your neck that your mother gave you, you prayed that you looked both elegant and appealing enough to grab his attention. With one final look at yourself in the mirror, applying another layer of lipstick anxiously, you finally left the guest room and made your way downstairs and to the ballroom.
You immediately spotted Victoria with her friends and waved, smiling when she returned the gesture happily and took a sip of champagne from her glass. You politely said hello to the familiar faces that were in attendance and weaved your way through the crowd to sit at yours and Ralph’s usual table. He was nowhere to be seen, but you thought nothing of it as you took your seat and scanned the room to try and spot him. The butler brought over your own glass of champagne for you, and you thanked him before taking a sip and resuming your search for your best friend. When your eyes finally did land on him, you deflated a little at seeing him standing beside his father. He looked terribly bored as he listened to him droning on and on with another guest, glancing around the room. You beamed when his eyes finally landed on you and wiggled your fingers at him, feeling a rush of happiness when he waved back to you. You hoped you’d get to speak to him and have at least one dance with him before the end of the night.
A tap on the shoulder pulled your focus away from him and you turned your head to see an unfamiliar man standing before you. He looked to be about the same age as you and Ralph, his hair dirty blonde curls and a narrower jawline than you friend’s. He had a nice smile, you supposed, but it was nothing compared to Ralph’s.
“I was wondering, my lady, if you would care to dance?” he asked, holding out his hand for you to take. You were ready to decline and say no, but when you glanced back and saw that Ralph had now been roped into the conversation with his father you sighed and turned back to the stranger.
“Why not? It would be my pleasure,” you told him politely as you rose and took his hand. You allowed him to lead you to the dancefloor and forced yourself to keep smiling so that you wouldn’t embarrass Ralph or his family. Even though you weren’t a member of the household, you still felt obligated to uphold the image they cared about so much because of how often you found yourself staying at the estate. It was like a second home to you now, and as such you were going to treat it and the family as such.
“So,” the man in front of you said as you started to dance. “I hear you’re a frequent guest of the Penburys’. Would I be correct in assuming that you and the young Mr Penbury are courting, my lady?”
You felt your heart sink in your chest. “While I may be a guest here often, you would be incorrect in that assumption. Ralph and I are just friends.”
Your heart sank even more at the way he lit up at that. “Oh really? A woman as pretty as you? Does that mean you’re open to courting others, perhaps?”
“I’m flattered, but I –”
“Why don’t I take you out to dinner sometime? There’s a delightful restaurant that I’m sure you’ll love.”
Your patience was beginning to wear thin. “As lovely as that sounds, I’m afraid I will have to decline.”
“But why?” he asked, making you grit your teeth behind your smile. “Are you already promised to another man?”
“No. I would just rather –”
His hand gripped your hip a little tighter and you started to feel uncomfortable at his persistence. “Won’t you please give me a chance, my lady? I’m sure you’ll find me to adequate company, and I can offer a lot of money to someone like you.”
You stopped dating then and dropped your hands, stepping away from him. “I’m sorry, my lord, but I would rather die alone than spend my life with you. I have tried to tell you that I’m not interested, but still, you persist and ignore me. Now please move out of the way if you would be so kind. I need some fresh air.”
Unwilling to wait for a response, you pushed past him and made your way out of the back of the estate and into the gardens, hugging yourself as you stood in the cold. You knew that you might have negatively impacted the Penburys’ reputation and good standing by being rude, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you’d wanted was to spend the night dancing and laughing with your best friend, and instead you’d been forced to leave the party just to escape that stupidly persistent man. You weren’t naïve; you knew that there were men out there who weren’t like Ralph and treated women more like objects of their desire as opposed to real people just as worthy of their respect as other men were. In fact, you thought yourself to be rather lucky that Ralph wasn’t like the others. He was sweet and kind and treated you like an equal, never once forcing himself on you or presuming that you were interested in him just because he was a rich man that lived in a fancy estate.
Assuming the footsteps you heard behind you belonged to that man from the party, you didn’t bother to turn around and continued to stare out over the vast gardens. You forced yourself to maintain a neutral facial expression as you prepared yourself to be bombarded once again with questions asking you to court him and why you were turning him down. If you weren’t so concerned about sullying the Penburys’ reputation and upsetting Ralph, you’d turn around and give him a piece of your mind. Perhaps you’d even give him a good knee to the –
“Darling? Are you alright?”
Thank God, it was Ralph.
You gave him a small smile as you turned your head to look at him. “Of course I am. How are you enjoying the party so far? From the looks of it, this could be your most successful party to date.”
Maybe you’d been hoping that your question would be a distraction so that you wouldn’t have to tell him what was wrong. Unfortunately, you weren’t so fortunate.
“You’re trying to change the subject,” he stated, his tone stern. “I saw you leave. Did something happen in there?”
“It’s nothing. I just needed some air.”
You gasped when he grasped both of your hands in his, staring into your eyes with determination.
“Please, don’t lie to me. There’s something else going on here and don’t think I haven’t noticed it. There are times when you won’t even look at me, times where you seem sad and distant, and then you lie about it and say that everything is fine. How am I supposed to help you if you won’t tell me anything?”
A sigh left your lips. Of course he’d noticed. He was much more perceptive than everyone else gave him credit for, including you apparently. The hurt expression on his face had you tearing up as you looked down at your joined hands. He was always noticing things, why wouldn’t he have noticed that his best friend was acting differently?
A choked laugh left your lips when he dropped your hands to wipe away your tears once you’d lifted your head, his fingers leaving tingles in their wake.
“Come,” he cooed, “let us go up to my room. There’s more privacy there and we won’t be interrupted. Then you can tell me what’s truly on your mind.”
You didn’t have the strength in you to decline and feed him another lie. So, you allowed him to tentatively take hold of your wrist and lead you back into the house. You caught a quick glimpse of the man you’d left behind on the dancefloor as you passed the ballroom, grateful that he seemed to be preoccupied with dancing with some other unfortunate woman.
The lock clicking once you were both in Ralph’s room made you release a breath you’d been subconsciously holding in, the sounds from the party downstairs dulled and muffled. You watched as the younger Penbury twin lit a few candles before he returned to you, sitting on the mattress and motioning for you to join him. You hesitated momentarily then decided that it would probably do more harm to shut him out than let him in and took a seat beside him.
Ralph cleared his throat. “So… um… well…”
“Yes?” you asked, gazing at him and watching in amusement as he shifted uncomfortably.
“Yes. Well. It has come to my attention that for a few months now you’ve been a bit off with me. I want to know what it is I’ve done that’s upset you.”
Your heart broke a little at his words. “Oh, Ralph, you’ve done nothing to upset me whatsoever. In fact, you’ve been a true and wonderful friend. The best friend I could ever ask for.”
“Then what is it? What’s been making you so sad? Has Victoria said something to you?” The touch of panic with his last question had you frowning.
“No, she’s not said a word about you. Was she supposed to have said something?”
His face grew a little paler. “Ah, no! Not at all. Forget I said that. Besides, we’re supposed to be focussing on you here, not me.”
“What is it that you think Victoria has said to me? Is there something wrong that you’re not telling me?”
“Y/N –”
“Ralph.”
“– please just tell me what’s going on. I’ve been worried these past few months that I’ve done something to hurt or aggrieve you and even now I still fear that I’ve chased you away somehow. Just tell me what it is so that we can talk about it and sort it out.”
You ran your hands down your face, not caring if it ruined your makeup anymore. You always knew that eventually you’d have to have this conversation with him, you just hoped for a while that maybe it wouldn’t need to happen because either you or he would find a partner and you could move on. However, nobody could even hold a candle to Ralph, so you never tried all that hard to find somebody else and he was just never interested in anyone. Now, as you sat on his bed keeping him away from his own party, you chose to just lay all of your cards on the table and hope that he would still want to be friends after this.
“Sometimes… sometimes it hurts to be around you, Ralph,” you started, staring straight ahead. “From the day we met last year – a year ago today, in fact – you’ve treated me with nothing but kindness and respect. You bring such joy and happiness into my life that I am unable to imagine a life without you in it. But then I had to go and spoil it all by developing feelings for you and thinking of you in ways that I shouldn’t. There are times when I can’t even look at you because I know that the thoughts I have about you would make you recoil in disgust and then I wouldn’t have my best friend anymore. I never intended to make you feel like you’d done something wrong. I also never intended for you to know about these feelings because I know you have no interest in courting or romance and I didn’t want to make things awkward between us. You matter too much to me for me to throw away a friendship so dear to me, but now I can no longer keep my feelings locked away because I’ve been hurting you by doing so. I hope that you can forgive me one day for that.”
The silence that met your words almost hurt more than if he were to shout at you and tell you to leave and never return. At least if he yelled it would be a response that told you how he was feeling and thinking. You weren’t sure how long you both sat there in silence until you heard a sniffle. You turned your head and felt a pang of guilt when you saw that Ralph was crying.
“Oh, Ralph, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Please don’t cry,” you said, taking his face in yours to wipe away his tears and being met with an expression you never expected to see in response to your confession.
Ralph was beaming.
His shaking hands rested on top of yours as he turned his head slightly to kiss both palms. “How could I ever be disgusted by you, darling? You could never do anything to change how I feel about you. Here I was, scared that I’d somehow scared you away, and all this time you’ve been hiding how you truly feel to try and save a friendship that didn’t need to be saved. How long have you been suffering in silence like this?”
“A few months now. It started after I began visiting more frequently. We spent so much time together that it felt almost inevitable, but I was sure that you didn’t feel the same way,” you told him, a part of you still trying not to keep your hopes up.
Your best friend brought your hands down into his lap, thumbs caressing the skin. “Truth be told, Y/N, I’ve been feeling the same way since we first met at that party. I overheard Victoria and her friends talking about you and I was intrigued, so I begged her to invite you so that we could perhaps become friends. Then we started talking and you were so genuinely interested in getting to know me as a person and not as some rich boy, and I realised that you were special. Do you know how many women have tried to get to know me because they know that my family and I are wealthy? But you were different. You were interested in me and not my monetary worth, which meant more to me than I can express. I knew then that you would be the only one for me until the end of time.”
Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you took in Ralph’s words. You almost couldn’t believe it. Was he really admitting that he reciprocated your feelings towards him? This wasn’t a dream, was it? Perhaps you were still at home and fast asleep and would wake up to the bitterness of disappointment.
“Y/N,” Ralph said, his cheeks flushed. “Would it be too forward for me to ask for your permission to kiss you? I’ve never… you know…”
You gently placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in slightly, careful not to spook him. “I have thought about kissing you many times over these past months. If you wish to kiss me, I’ll be more than happy to kiss you back.”
As Ralph slowly leaned in so that your lips were almost touching, you remained as still as you could, wanting him to feel reassured that he was the one in control and could back out if he wasn’t ready or comfortable kissing you. When he finally closed the distance and his lips pressed softly against yours, you closed your eyes. You hesitantly moved your lips against his, mouths sliding innocently over one another as he tried his best to kiss you back. The fingers of one of his hands gently pressed against the back of your head to hold you in place while the other rested on your knee. Your free hand that wasn’t cupping his face took hold of his bow tie and lightly pulled, making him gasp against you.
When he broke the kiss, your eyes fluttered open to see that his cheeks were still flushed pink and his lips were a little swollen. He was panting a little as he gazed at you through his lashes.
“Did you like that, Ralphie?” you asked, the nickname slipping out before you could stop it.
He let out a quiet, high-pitched whine at the name. “Call me that again. Please.”
You smiled at the neediness in his voice. “Ralphie. My darling Ralphie. Did you enjoy our kiss?”
“I did.” His tongue ran over his bottom lip. “Please… please could I kiss you again?”
Without saying another word, you talk the initiative to kiss him this time. Even though he was inexperienced, and this was only his second kiss, he was a little more confident and his thumb stroked your knee over your skirt, his lips moving with yours. You bravely swiped your tongue against his lips and took the opportunity when he gasped to slide it into his mouth. He tasted faintly of champagne and strawberries, his tongue roaming your mouth as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to do with it. You tangled your fingers into his hair, ruining the meticulous way he’d styled it for the party, and smiled against him when you heard him moan at your gentle tugging. When he pulled away from you a second time, a small line of spit connected both of your mouths.
“Y/N, I feel a bit…” Ralph said, trailing off as he looked away bashfully.
“Is everything okay? Was that too much?” you asked as you removed your hands from his hair and leaned back to give him some more space. He moved is hands to his lap and stared down at his legs.
“No, it was wonderful,” he replied. “I just feel a bit… funny.”
You frowned at him, trying to decipher what he meant, and glanced down at his hands, quickly realising what he meant from where he’d positioned them.
“Don’t stare! It’s embarrassing and a lady like you shouldn’t have to see this.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “Ralph, with all due respect, seeing it will have no effect on my feelings for you. It’s perfectly natural for your body to react that way and to feel ‘funny’. Sometimes I feel ‘funny’ too when I think about you if you understand what I’m saying?”
If Ralph was blushing before, he was now completely red. He hid his face in the crook of your neck and you giggled as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“I don’t want you to think that I’m being… inappropriate, darling,” he mumbled against your skin.
You cupped his face and moved him so that you were looking him in the eye. “Sweetie, I promise I will tell you if you ever make me feel uncomfortable or if I think you’re being inappropriate towards me. And I would hope that you would do the same for me too.”
He nodded his head, his big brown eyes wide when you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
“Now,” you said, “will you please remove your hands? You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable doing so, but I’d like to see what effect I have on you. Women like knowing that their partner is aroused by them.”
He cringed when you said the word ‘aroused’ but did eventually remove his hands and placed them at his sides on the mattress. You waited for a moment to make sure he was okay with you looking and then glanced down to find that he was already tenting his trousers. While he likely wasn’t fully erect, you could tell he was straining against the fabric. You watched his face as you slowly brought a hand to his tent and gently applied pressure. He gasped and tilted his head back, his breath huffing out in pants as you began to palm him, grinding your hand down to create friction.
“God, Y/N, p-please,” he choked out.
You stopped moving your hand for a moment. “Please what, Ralphie? What is it you want?”
“I don’t… I don’t know.”
Your lips ghosted along his jawline. “Do you want me to continue? Or do you want me to stop?”
“Please don’t stop. But maybe… maybe you could… take my trousers off?” The last part came out as more of a squeak, making you smile and hum against his skin before you stood up and motioned for him to do the same. Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle and yanked it out of the loops on his trousers before you set about unbuttoning and unzipping them. Before he could say anything more, you were on your knees and pulling down both his trousers and underwear just enough so that his hardened cock was freed and standing to attention level with your lips.
“Oh, sweetie, look how hard you are. If I’d known this was the effect I had on you, I would have told you my feelings sooner,” you told him, teasing him a little as you looked up at him and fluttered your eyelashes.
Ralph spluttered and covered his face with his hands. “Please stop.”
You giggled and gave his tip a gentle kiss, making him jolt with a quiet yelp. “Sorry, Ralphie. Tell me at any point if I go too far or you want to stop, okay?”
You waited for Ralph to give you a ‘yes’ before you took hold of him at his base and pressed another kiss to his tip. You sucked it into your mouth gently, your tongue dipping into the slit to taste the salty precum that was already leaking from him. He mewled as you slowly moved your fist up and down along his cock while you gave the head some love, your tongue swirling around it as you sucked it. One of his hands rested on the top of your head and you glanced at his face, his other hand covering his mouth as he watched you. His pupils were dilated as he kept his sights trained on you. You took a little more of him into your mouth as you observed him, a muffled moan barely audible over the dulled sounds of the ongoing party.
“Let me hear you, Ralph. I want to hear how good you feel,” you encouraged him as you pulled your lips off his dick with a quiet pop.
“But it’s embarrassing,” he replied, removing his hand all the same.
You continued to jerk him off as you pressed your lips to the underside of his cock. “If you don’t feel comfortable with it then that’s alright. I just want you to know that no sound you make could ever be embarrassing to me. I thought a lot about the kinds of sounds you’d make in this kind of situation, and never once did I think to myself that it would be embarrassing to hear them.”
His breaths came out in huffs. “Do you promise?”
“I promise, sweetie. Everything about you is beautiful, and I know any noises you make will be beautiful too.”
You placed him back in your mouth, taking half of him in this time and bobbing your head as you sucked. The groan that left Ralph’s lips as he stroked your hair made you squeeze your thighs together, desperate to feel even the tiniest bit of friction. You continued pumping his cock in time with the movement of your head, spit running down your chin while your tongue rubbed against a vein on the underside of his cock. His free hand squeezed your shoulder and his hips jerked forward when your teeth gently grazed against him.
“Ah, Y/N… feels so good, please go faster,” he rasped above you.
Obediently, your head bobbed a little faster and you dropped your hand to take him as far into your mouth as you could. You gagged when he hit the back of your throat and he yanked your hair.
“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to pull. Your mouth just…” Ralph’s words trailed off as he whined, his legs starting to shake.
“My mouth just what? Use your words, Ralphie.” Your hand was back to pumping him quickly as you pulled your mouth off him, squeezing his tip each time your hand reached it.
“Mouth feels s-so amazing. My body feels all tight and hot when you touch me like that.”
You lapped his dripping head with a hum. “I’m glad. Would you like my mouth around your cock again, Ralphie?”
His hips were rocking into your touch as he shook his head. “Don’t want to make a mess of you. Please…”
You immediately stopped what you were doing and rose to your feet, wiping your hands on some tissues from a box beside his bed from the last time you visited. He’d been sick at the time, locked up in his room and moaning in pain a lot.
Wait…
You smiled as it clicked in your head, but you decided not to mention it to him, not wanting him to feel embarrassed or ashamed. It was a discussion that could wait for another time. For now, you returned to Ralph and placed a soft but wet kiss on his cheek, wrapping your arms around his waist in an embrace that he reciprocated.
“Y/N?”
“Mm?”
He was quiet for a moment before he spoke up once more. “Do you think we could… oh, I’m not sure how to put it! I’m not all that experienced with relationships and… s-sex.”
You leaned back and kissed the tip of his nose. “Sweetie, are you trying to ask me if I want to have sex with you?”
He nodded his head swiftly, the tips of his ears flushed.
“I need you to use your words for me, okay? If you don’t use your words then I won’t know what you want, will I?”
Ralph took a deep breath. “Please could we have sex?”
You rewarded him with a kiss. “Good boy. Yes, we can indeed have sex. Do you have any protection?”
He frowned. “Protection?”
“Yes.” You sat down on the edge of his bed, leaning back. “Something that’ll stop me getting pregnant. Neither of us are ready to bring a child into the world, especially out of wedlock. Maybe Victoria will have some in her room?”
Ralph tucked himself back into his underwear and trousers, still hard, and promised you he’d be right back before he took off to his twin’s room. While you waited for him, you removed your blouse and skirt, placing your shoes neatly by the side of the bed. You were about to take your stockings off when he re-entered the bedroom, frozen in front of the now closed door with a box in his hand. His eyes widened as he drank in the sight before him: you, laying on his bed in just your undergarments.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” you asked him, snapping him out of his trance.
He nodded as he approached, holding up the box. “Um, yes. It turns out she has quite a few of them.”
Once he was stood in front of you, you sat up and placed a leg on either side of his so that he was standing between them. You boldly took hold of him by the bet loops and pulled him until he fell on top of you, your back hitting the covers while he kept himself propped up on his elbows.
“Are you sure you definitely want this?” you asked him, staring into his wide brown eyes.
His breath tickled your lips. “Yes. Do you? I don’t want you to think that we have to just because you… you know…”
“Ralph.” You made sure you maintained eye contact as you spoke. “I’ve wanted this for a while now. I've never been surer of anything in my life.”
He grinned at your response. However, before he could kiss you, you held a finger up to his lips.
“Before we start, what position would you feel most comfortable in? Would you rather I be on top or you?”
Ralph bit his lip in thought for a moment. “Could you, um, be on top, please? You seem to know what you’re doing more than I do and I don’t want to hurt you.”
With a reassuring kiss, you pushed him off you and made him lie down on the bed against his pillows. You pulled down his trousers and underwear, allowing him to lift his hips for you, and tossed them behind you to join the rest of your clothes. Your underwear and stockings were quick to join them, your body no longer concealed by fabric. You gave his cock a brief stroke, smiling at the broken moan that escaped him, and removed his blazer. Once that was on the floor too, you removed his bow tie and began to slowly unbutton his shirt, your fingers teasingly brushing against his chest. Once he was fully naked, you took in the sight of him beneath you and gave his thigh a squeeze.
“Oh, Ralphie,” you cooed, “you’re so beautiful. Such a pretty boy beneath all of those clothes. It’s criminal that you have to hide so much of it away from me.”
He whimpered at your words and ran a hand through his hair. “Do you truly mean that?”
“Of course, sweetie.” You leaned over him as you started to place kisses on his neck. His hands rushed to grip your hips as you littered his throat and chest with kisses, tiny remnants of your lipstick left behind in your wake. His words caught in his throat as he gazed down at you. When you reached his groin, you sat up and took the box off him, opening it and carefully pulling out a condom. It was thick and didn’t feel too pleasant, but you much preferred that to an unplanned pregnancy and becoming a social pariah.
Ralph cleared his throat. “It won’t hurt, will it?”
You frowned. “What? Putting this on? It shouldn’t hurt, no.”
“No, no, no.” He licked his lips. “I meant when we… you know… when we do it.”
You couldn’t help but smile and place a soft, wet kiss to his thigh. “Having sex shouldn’t hurt. It may feel a little odd for you at first though seeing as this is your first time. We’ll take it nice and slow, and you can tell me to stop at any moment. Even if we’re both close to finishing, if you tell me to stop, I’m more than happy to stop. I promise.”
As he finally, fully relaxed, he nodded to you reassuringly and you gradually rolled the condom down his cock until he was fully sheathed. You gave him an experimental stroke as you glanced up at his face.
“How does that feel?”
“Good,” he replied, his voice breathy.
Satisfied that he was comfortable, you straddled his hips and hovered over his erection, gently gliding the tip through your slick folds. “You’ll need to tell me when you’re ready, Ralphie. I won’t put you inside me if I’m not completely certain, so I need you to use your words.”
“Please keep going, darling. Please. I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. Just put me in, please.”
At the sound of his begging, you began to insert his dick inside of you, slowly sinking onto him before stopping halfway. He was already unleashing high-pitched groans and whines, his hands fisting the duvet cover. You gently rose yourself up so that he was slipping out of you and then sank back down onto him again, stopping at the halfway point once more. Your head tilted back as you repeated your actions, trying to get Ralph used to the sensation before trying to sit down on him fully. You listened to his shuddering breaths and moans, feeling him move as he arched his back off the bed.
“F-feels so good, Y/N. You’re squeezing me,” he sobbed, making you look down at him. His knuckles were white as he gripped the sheets tightly and his face was scrunched up as he closed his eyes.
You stopped moving and took hold of both of his hands. “Hey, pretty boy. Can you open your eyes for me?”
At the sound of your cooed request, he did as you asked and swallowed thickly as he watched you smile down at him.
“Relax for me. Use your hands to guide how fast or slow you want me to go. And keep your eyes open. I want you to be able to see what you do to me, okay?”
He nodded. “Sorry. You just feel amazing. Feels better than my hand. Definitely better than my pillow.”
You moaned at his words, gently moving down so that his cock was inside you completely. “You used your pillow while thinking of me, Ralphie?”
“I did,” he confessed. “Sometimes my hand wasn’t enough, so I’d hump my pillow thinking about how you might feel around me.”
You started to ride him slowly, Ralph’s hands dictating the pace. Each time he was completely sheathed inside you, you felt him graze against your inner walls. He squeezed your hips with each movement, and you gazed down at his face, cheeks burning hot as you saw the way he eagerly watched you gliding up and down his dick and the way your arousal made him glisten.
“Did you ever think about me riding you like this?” you asked, your voice husky.
“Fu- I did, darling. I imagined the way your boobs would jiggle if you went faster. It made me finish too quickly sometimes.”
You allowed him to bounce you in his lap a little faster, the two of you groaning at the sounds of squelching emanating from where your bodies met. You rocked against him each time your hips met, savouring the way he mewled and rolled his own up against you to try and get impossibly deeper.
“Mm, your cock feels so good inside me Ralph. Wish we’d done this sooner,” you purred, watching with glee as his eyes snapped up to your face, drool beginning to leak from the corner of his lips and down to his chin.
“M-me too. You’re squeezing me so fucking good, I won’t last much longer,” he cried, his eyes beginning to water.
Wanting to cum with him, you took hold of one of his hands and began guiding his fingers in rubbing your clit. The sensation immediately sent what felt like a jolt of electricity through your body. You rode him faster, clenching your walls around him as you leaned down to capture his lips in a brief kiss.
“Can you – ah – keep moving your hand like that if I let go?” you asked, unable to hold back the moan that cut through your words.
“Yes, anything for you, Y/N.”
You began to suck and nip at his neck, the hand that had been showing him what to do tangling itself in his hair. His finger continued to circle your clit and his free hand moved so that his arm was draped over your lower back.
“Say my name again,” you whispered into his ear.
He shuddered. “Y/N. Y/N, I’m going to –”
His hips jerked up into you as he wept, his chest arching against yours as he came inside the condom. Your climax soon followed, and you chanted out words of praise intermingled with his name, his fingers still moving against your clit but the movement sloppy.
You both lay there in that position for a while after, his hand removed from your bundle of nerves as you kissed the back of it. He gently removed himself from inside you and you fell so that you were laying on your side and facing him while he remained on his back. Your fingers delicately traced up and down his chest, grounding him as he came down from his high. When he eventually turned his head to look at you, you gave him a sweet smile and kissed him.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” you asked, somewhat self-conscious that he perhaps hadn’t liked it as much as you did.
His arms wrapped around you and pulled you so that your head was laying on his chest. “That was amazing. Perfect. I didn’t know that it could feel so… so…”
“Amazing?”
“Mm.”
You cuddled up to him but glanced up when you heard him sniffling. You sat up, worried that he was already regretting what had happened, but you felt a warmth flood your chest at the smile that adorned his beautiful face. He gazed up at you in awe, his eyes taking in every inch of you that he could see.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, reaching up a hand to caress your face.
You leaned your head into the touch, kissing his palm. “I love you too, Ralphie. With all my heart.”
Almost as if only just remembering, Ralph rose to his feet and removed the condom, tying a knot in it and walking on wobbly legs over to the bin to dispose of it. Once he returned to you, he lay back down on the bed and pulled you down to hold one another. The two of you eventually drifted off like that, the party downstairs abandoned and forgotten about.
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Eddie Munson
Steve Harrington
Rafe Cameron
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Multi-Fandom imagines / videos 💭 📺
Eddie watching his gf stim
Eddie said sit on it
Obx daddy issues
I watch Scream for the plot
Subby lil Eddie
Joe🤝Joe
Eddie and Steve? Nah, Ghost and Konig
Eddie in a ski mask
Cute stupid head Ed
I can take them both (not in a fight)
Steve’s predator stare
If Billy was in Queen of the Damned
We all wanna sit on Keerys lap
Daddy Steve vibes
Head? Head.
Hybrid puppy Ralph vibes
Joes an ass man
Billy loves Steve’s eye contact
Joe calls Dacre mommy
Cocky Keery
Let Quinn take you to a bad place too
Arthur can’t take the pressure
Arthur deserves a good ride
Sweaty Ed
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Eddie soundgasm
Rockstar Eddie’s f*ck song
Looks can be deceiving Mr. Keery
Oh yes Rio
Steve Harrington? No, Steve Gallagher
Dacres fine like wine
Twitter links
Put a knife in me Rory
Rafe can handle it
Mommy Nancy
Damon’s words get you wet
Big boy Hopper
Big boy Billy
Riding Steve’s thick limbs
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Eddie say please?
Steddie voices
Do it in the shower Billy
Spencer is a womanizer
Dacre can’t stop lookin at you
Eddie’s warning stare
You crawling to Eddie
Eddie being too calm during punishment
Steve grabbing Eddie’s ass
Eddie’s jeans..
Which Joe can you see
I need Billy and Eddie to wreck me
Joe reacting to a dirty text
Eddie loses V-card
Your beautiful goofball Ed
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Tonight's quick sketch before commissions, Ralph in the virgin killer sweater!! <3 It's meant to be a companion piece to @holly-bearie's amazing Angelo drawing~
"We baby-girl Nosferatu here, sir."
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My Sweet Boy
Being a close friend of the Penbury twins, you had received an invitation to their birthday party, it promised jazz, booze and drugs aplenty. You had been infatuated with Ralph from the moment you met the boisterous man, but never acted on it… until tonight.
Minors DNI
Contains: Virgin!Ralph X Reader, Mentions Of Drinking, Alludes To Drug Use, Oral (Male And Female Receiving), Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Pet Names (Sweet Boy, Baby, My Love)
You see him from across the room sipping on his drink, sitting all alone, ignored by most of the partygoers but happy nonetheless. It was very rude of all the guests to be ignoring him, it was his birthday as much as Victoria’s. You excuse yourself from your table and the conversation continues without you.
You approach him with a smile, “Could I have the honour of a dance with the birthday boy?”
“Yes!” He yelps enthusiastically, before composing himself and continuing more calmly, “Yes, of course you may.” He drops his glass onto the table and leaps to his feet offering you his hand.
You giggle and take his outstretched hand. After a few steps you notice a clacking emanating from his feet.
“Are you... are you wearing tap shoes?” You glance down at them.
“Yes! Aren’t they wizard?” He grins broadly and you look up at him only to find his grin fading into a more serious expression.
You’d do anything to bring that bright smile back, “Oh, Ralphie they are absolutely wizard.”
His grin slowly reappears, “You really think so?” He asks hopefully.
“Of course. They are just perfect, very you.”
“And that’s a good thing, right?” He asks tentatively.
“Yes, being yourself is a very good thing.” You assure him, leaning into him as the pair of you twirl around to the music.
After a few turns of the dance floor the pair of you stumble back to his seat, drinks in hand.
“Oh, Ralph that was fun.” You breathe out with a smile taking a seat beside him, “I hope you’re enjoying your big day.”
“Today has been simply splendid, best birthday in years.” He beams back at you.
“I’m glad. Cheers.” You lift your glass to his clinking them together and taking a sip.
He gives a little hiccup before venturing boldly, “There’s only one thing that could make tonight even better.”
“Yeah, what’s that sweet boy?”
“A kiss for the birthday boy…” He trails off, hope tinging his voice.
You hesitate he’s definitely tipsy, possibly drunk, among other things. You’ve never seen him this bold before. In your hesitation he’s backpedaling, avoiding your eyes, flushing with embarrassment, “I mean you don’t have to. I was just… I was being silly. Must be the drink...”
You press a finger to his lips, silencing him and his eyes widen snapping back to you.
“Shhhh… sweet boy, if you want a kiss, I’ll gladly give it.”
He’s offering you his cheek, expecting a simple peck, but you grasp his chin tilting his face towards you as you press your lips into his gently. He gasps into your mouth and you take advantage of that, deepening the kiss, sliding your tongue over his. His eyes widen for a moment before fluttering closed, you swallow up his little moans greedily before breaking apart, the pair of you gasping for air.
“Wow… was that… did that just happen, or am I dreaming?” He sighs.
You giggle, “Not dreaming, Ralphie. Do you often dream of kissing me?”
“Oh, all the time. I dream of kissing you all over… especially down there.” His eyes drift down between your thighs.
You gasp, “Ralph! My goodness where did that come from?”
He’s averting his gaze again, red as a tomato and stumbling over his words, “I’m s-sorry, that was very forward of m-me. D-Don’t kn-know what came over me. Please f-forgive me.”
You place a hand on his knee and he stiffens, staring down at it.
“Sweet boy, I think maybe we should get you upstairs to sleep it off a little. How does that sound, hmmm?”
He pouts and whines back at you like a petulant child, “But it’s still early, I don’t want to miss out on the party.”
You rub circles into his leg, “Look at me, Ralphie.”
He does so a little reluctantly, “Just twenty minutes and then you can come back down. Does that sound fair to you?”
“Only if you come with me.” He continues to pout at you.
“Ok, I’ll come with you.” You conceded standing and offering your hand.
He takes it and you pull him to his feet, leading him up the stairs.
“Remind me again, which way to your bedroom?” You prompt him and he points out the way.
“Here we are.” You say softly, depositing him on his ornate, plush bed. He sits, falling back almost immediately with a sigh, eyes closing contentedly. You move to take off his shoes, slipping them off one at a time and placing them to the side. You stand leaning over him and remove his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders, it pools beneath his back. You grab an arm, “Come on, lean forward a little… yes, that’s it.”
You pull the jacket out from under him and turn to hang it over the bedpost. When you look back at him, he’s curling up on the edge of the bed bringing his legs up to join him.
You brush a hand across his forehead, sweeping away wisps of his curly hair. “Ok, I’ll be back in twenty minutes, alright?”
He hums in response and you turn to leave, but his hand darts out grabbing your wrist. You turn back to him to see him gazing up at you, “Please stay.” He mumbles.
“Alright, move over.”
He scrambles back into the middle of the bed and you toe off your shoes joining him on the bed.
He closes his eyes again for a moment, before peeking through a cracked lid, “Could you… would you… hold me? I promise I won’t try anything… unseemly.”
“Of course, I can sweet boy.” You pull him into your arms and he sighs, relaxing into you.
He’s dozing off in moments, listening to his gentle breaths calms you and you find yourself drifting off too.
You wake to the feel of something pressing into your back, you must have rolled over at some point. Your back is to Ralph, his arms still tangled around you holding you close, your dress twisted and gathered up to your waist. You feel him shifting against you, grinding his hard length into your plump ass sloppily in his sleep, his head resting on your shoulder, panting in your ear.
A soft moan escapes your lips and you feel a wetness gathering between your thighs. You’re debating whether or not you should wake him when his next thrust forces his thick cock between your legs to rub against your clothed, rapidly dampening folds. He repeats this motion a few times, nudging at the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. You whine out his name and he begins to stir, hips coming to a sudden stop as he realises what he’s doing.
He gasps, recoiling from your warmth, “Oh god. Oh god I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
You roll over to face him, “It’s ok, Ralphie. I was rather enjoying that, actually.”
“You were?” He gapes at you incredulously.
“Yes… and if you feel like you’ve sobered up, maybe we can continue…” you offer.
He chokes in response, can’t believe what he’s hearing.
You rub your palm over his chest, “Hey, deep breaths now ok…” he complies and you continue, “Is that something you want?”
He nods his head vigorously, you chuckle at his enthusiasm. You trail your hand down his chest, hooking your fingers on the buttons of his vest popping them open as you go. You slide the vest over his shoulders, your hands lingering there for a moment looking deep into his eyes.
He stares back longingly, “Kiss me.” He sighs pressing his forehead to your own. You comply with his request pressing your lips to his gently as you move to loosen his bowtie. He kisses you back soft and sweet and gentle, if a bit clumsy. You continue undressing him, undoing the buttons on his shirt letting it hang open loosely.
When you break away his eyes are clouded with lust and he’s puffing softly. He tugs on the fabric of your dress, “Not fair…” he mumbles, “you gotta take this off too.”
You toss his shirt across the room before collecting the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head. You toss that aside too, laying there in your lacy, white undergarments.
He drinks in the view, before reaching out hesitantly, hands hovering over you, “Can I… can I touch?”
“Of course, you can, Ralphie.” You sigh.
His hands come to rest on the swell of your breast, palming you gently. His exploratory fingers find one of your nipples and he rolls it between them experimentally. You whine in response, a fresh wave of arousal flooding your panties.
He tugs on the straps of your bra, soft fingers explore the band searching for a way to release you from the silky fabric.
“How… how does this come off?” He asks shyly.
“Here, let me.” You brush his hands away undoing the lacing and pulling it free from your chest.
He gasps at the sight of your naked breasts, hands coming back up to cup them, squeezing them a little more firmly this time.
His head leans forward hesitating yet again before looking to you for approval, “Can I-”
You cut him off with a breathy moan, “Yes.”
His tongue darts out flicking at your nipple before he’s placing open-mouthed kisses all over your chest.
You press your hand into him running it down his abdomen, to rest against his bulging crotch. He presses his hips into your palm with a groan.
“Want me to take off your pants, sweet boy?” You mumble into his hair.
“Oh god, please.” He whines back desperately.
You undo the zip and slide his pants down his legs slowly, gazing up at him watching as he takes shaky breaths closing his eyes.
“If you need me to stop or slow down at any point just know that is perfectly fine, ok?” You assure him.
“Mhmm.” He hums in response, nodding his head.
You pull his underwear down before shimmying out of your own, admiring his impressive, weeping cock as it juts out proudly between his legs.
You roll him over onto his back and trail kisses down his neck, relishing in his little breathy moans. You pause at his nipple, flicking at it with your tongue teasingly and he gasps, hips bucking up. You continue your journey down his torso, til you reach the junction of his hip, gazing up at him through your lashes. You hold him down by his thighs, his eyes are scrunched up tight, hands balled into fists by his sides, lips pursed with shallow, shaky breaths.
When you press a kiss to his flushed tip he almost jumps out of his skin. You hold on to him more firmly, restricting his movements. You run your tongue along the underside of his length a few times before coming back up to the tip easing your mouth on to it and swirling your tongue around it. “Fuck… oh god… oh god.” He yelps in a strung-out moan, his eyes snapping open. You take more and more of him in as his hips buck against you, fighting your grip. You keep him pinned to the mattress, slowly bobbing up and down, every little sound he makes fuelling your own desire.
“Wait! Wait, please!” He squeaks and you pull off his twitching length with a wet ‘pop’.
You lean back on your heels taking in his fucked-out appearance a strange sense of pride bubbling up in your chest that you were the one to have him like this, all breathy and whiney and desperate.
A wicked thought occurs to you and you hook your legs over his, “You wanna watch me touch myself, Ralphie?”
He lets out a strangled moan, “Y-yes, please,”
You start off slow, putting on a show, cupping your breasts in your palms, rolling and pinching your nipples. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp, before you take one hand and trail it down further to tangle into the hair at the cusp of your entrance.
Ralph watches your every movement intently, committing every action to memory. You drag the tips of your fingers through your slick folds, collecting the wetness before teasing at your clit.
Breathing rapidly as you roll your sensitive nub between your fingers in tandem with the hand at your breasts. You plunge two fingers into your dripping hole, alternating between thrusting them in and out, and rubbing at your clit.
The exhilaration mounts coiling in your belly, seeping into your limbs with a tingly sensation. “Oh, Ralph… I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum.”
He stares on in awe as you contort in pleasure, pressing your fingers into your swollen clit firmly. You clench around nothing before falling back panting heavily. You giggle and let out a sigh before sitting back up, grinning at him and his slack jawed expression.
“Do you think you’re ready to fuck me now?” You ask earnestly.
He lets out a strangled gasp before nodding eagerly. You grip him by the shoulders, rolling over dragging him with you so that he ends up pressed on top of you.
You look into his eyes expectantly, but he just hovers above you speechless.
“Uhhh… how do I… I don’t know how to start…” he manages to stutter out.
“That’s ok, just do whatever feels right and I can help you along the way,”
He nods nervously, before taking his cock in hand and rubbing it through your puffy labia. You jolt when his tip brushes against that sensitive bundle of nerves again and he stills abruptly. “Did I do something wrong? Are you alright?”
“My sweet boy, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just very sensitive right there.”
“Oh… ok, good… good to know.” He puffs out, before resuming his previous motions.
“Please, Ralph… I need more…” You whine up at him. “I need you inside.”
He lets out a shaky breath, “O-ok…” He mumbles, pushing against you more firmly.
“A little… a little lower.” You gasp
He follows your guidance and barely makes it inside you before you feel a warmth seeping over your folds, overflowing from your entrance where his flared head rests throbbing rhythmically.
Tears well in the corners of his eyes as his cock slips out of you. It leaves a messy, sticky strand running between the two of, connecting you briefly before breaking and pooling on the sheets beneath you. He collapses into your chest sobbing.
“Oh, that was a big one, wasn’t it, sweet boy?” You coo, stroking the back of his head gently.
He continues to cry shaking his head, you grow concerned, “Ralphie, are you ok?”
He whimpers in response, unable or unwilling to answer. “Hey, what’s wrong? Look at me.” You urge.
He refuses to look up, you ease his head back to look into his watery eyes.
“Please, Ralph tell me. What’s wrong?” You implore.
“I-I-I’m sorry… I couldn’t… I couldn’t… it was just too good. You felt too good. I couldn’t…”
“Oh baby, no no no. Stop that, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But… but I didn’t… it wasn’t good for you too. I know. I heard Victoria and her friends laughing and joking about one of her… suitors once. They called him the minute man, said he was lousy, couldn’t even last fifty seconds before he was blowing his load and rolling over. They were all saying how horrible it must have been.”
You interrupt his blubbering, “Ralphie, you were anything but horrible. I like that I can make you feel like that, and I know it was your first time. Every time isn’t going to be like that, it doesn’t have to be.”
“What if… what if it is though?” He sobs out.
“Even if it is there are other ways to please a lady and you’re a sweet, generous man. Just the fact that you’re this distraught by it means I know you’ll do everything you can to please your partner.” You attempt to reassure him.
He whimpers as you smooth over his curls with your hand.
You sit up and pull him into your lap so he’s straddling your thighs and bring his head to rest on your shoulder, “It’s ok, really.” You insist.
“You… you mean it?” He hiccups softly and you rub a hand over his back soothingly.
“Yes, of course I do.”
“But I ruined everything.”
“You didn’t ruin anything. Now if you want, I’ll give you a minute to calm down and then we can get back to making me feel good. How’s that?”
He pulls his head away from your shoulder to look at you, worrying his lip between his teeth before nodding his head in agreement. You continue to rub circles into his back as he takes soft, shaky breaths.
He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closing softly, small breaths puffing out from between his lips. You capture his lips between your own, kissing him in earnest, he relaxes into your touch and reciprocates. When he pulls away for air you press a hand to his chest, “Better?”
He opens his teary eyes and hums in response, “Yeah. Wanna focus on you now.”
“There’s my sweet boy.” You coo at him, your hand coming up to cup his cheek and he presses into it.
“Now I seem to recall you saying something about wanting to ‘kiss me down there’ is that something you still want to try?”
“Oh god, did I really say that?” He groans.
“Yep, and I think it’s a brilliant idea.” You stroke your thumb over his cheek.
“Yeah… I wanna.” He admits, eyes downcast bashfully.
“Need any help getting started?”
“I think… I think I’ll be ok. I can just do it like you did for me, right?” He looks to you for confirmation.
“Yeah, that should work just fine.” You agree.
He mimics your earlier actions, kissing along your neck working his way towards your wet heat, a little overzealously. Face buried between your thighs he licks a long stripe all the way from your dripping core to your clit, sucking up the remnants of his own release with a low groan.
He repeats this movement a few times before flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongue. You bury your hands into his curls with a pitchy moan and he grins against you. He sucks on that little bundle of nerves hard, you throw your head back with a whine.
“Use… hmmmm… use your fingers, pleeeaaaasee.”
He slips two fingers inside you, stretching them against your slick channel.
“Like this?” He mumbles against you.
“Yes Ralph, just like that!” You wail clamping down on his fingers and gushing around them as your legs tremble around his head, hips raising off the mattress.
Floating back down to Earth, you disentangle your hands from his head, letting them flop to your sides. He grins up at you, chin glistening with your fluids, “How was that?”
You manage to tilt your head down towards him to reply, “Oh, Ralphie you have no idea how goooood that was.”
You realise he’s been rutting into the mattress, and still is, his cock thick and hard once more.
“Looks like someone is ready to go again.” You giggle.
“Oh, uh… yeah looks like I am, aren’t I?” He responds sheepishly.
“What, you didn’t notice, sweet boy?” You tease.
“Actually, I kind of didn’t, was a little preoccupied with other things.” He confesses.
“Well, do you think you’re up for round two?”
You sense his hesitance and rush to reassure him, “Sweet boy, you will be amazing, this’ll make you feel soooo good. We can change it up a bit too. You trust me, right?”
He nods, “What do you have in mind?”
“Maybe I can be on top this time, be in control a little more.” You suggest.
He bites his lip, “O-ok, yeah.”
You grin at him encouragingly, “Perfect, now can I just get you on your back?”
He scrambles to comply, rolling to the side coming to rest on his back gazing at you eagerly.
“Good boy.” You hum at him and notice the slight shiver that passes through him.
You kneel beside him, moving to straddle him. Throwing one leg over him and resting on his thighs, you glance down at his messy cock, slick and glistening.
You grip the base of his shaft and it twitches slightly as you move to hover above it. You gaze into his eyes, gauging his reaction as you rub his tip through your folds.
“You ready?”
He looks up at you in awe, nodding speechlessly. You sink down on his length slowly, his whines like music to your ears. You groan taking more of him bit by bit until you’re fully seated against him, his cock throbbing against your walls. You sit like that for a moment allowing him to adjust to the sensation along with you.
“Move… please.” He whines from beneath you, resisting the urge to buck up into you.
You roll your hips ever so slightly, resting your hands on his shoulders.
“How’s that sweet boy?”
He groans in response, looking up at you reverently “Lovely… that’s lovely. More… please.”
You run your hands down his arms, to rest over his and guide them onto your hips. He grips them tight as you begin to bounce gently on top of him.
His hands loosen around your waist and venture up towards your breasts, caressing them gently.
“That’s it, such a good boy.” You croon.
He bites down on his lip with a whine, hips bucking up into yours. You drop a hand between your joined bodies, pinching and flicking at your clit as his grip on your breast shifts, fingers moving to toy with your nipples.
You flex your walls around him, enjoying the way he shudders. He’s leaning forward pressing his face to your chest with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, his hands moving to encircle you. You kiss the top of his head moaning encouragingly, “Please Ralphie, you’re doing so good for me.”
He spasms beneath you as you clench down on him again.
“Please, don’t… I can’t, it’s too much.” He whines against you pathetically.
“Just let go, it’s ok. Cum for me Ralph, please.” You beg into his curls.
Your words send him toppling over the edge, his cries jumbling together, “Oh… oh god! Yesyesyes… ungh…I love you.”
The feel of his warm, sticky release coating your walls has you spasming around him, milking his cock dry.
You collapse against him as he falls back into the mattress, both of you breathless.
“Happy birthday, Ralphie.” You sigh into his ear.
“Best birthday ever.” He mumbles back.
The two of you doze off once again wrapped up in each other.
“Ralph! Ralph where did you disappear to last night?!” Victoria calls down the halls. Flinging open Ralph’s bedroom door when she reaches it, rousing the two of you from your slumber.
“We’re all going to the market…” She continues, until she sees the pair of you entwined on the bed, “EWW THAT’S DISGUSTING! COVER YOURSELVES, PLEASE!” She shrieks, covering her face and turning away.
You giggle as Victoria storms back out of the room, it’s not like she was ever one to limit her public displays of affection and you were tucked up in bed behind closed doors.
“Good morning, sweet boy.” You kiss his forehead softly.
He mumbles groggily, “Mhhhh… morning, my love.”
“So… it sounds like we’re going to have the place to ourselves today… whatever shall we do?” You bat your eyelashes at him and he perks up instantly, pulling you into a clumsy kiss.
“Anything you want, my love.” He sighs.
#ralph penbury#ralph penbury smut#ralph penbury x reader#virgin!ralph x reader#virgin!ralph penbury x reader#virgin!ralph penbury#timewasters ralph#ralph timewasters#ralph timewasters x reader
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sunday snippet (OT3 in training edition)
Forgot to post a Sunday snippet last week so here's a longish one for today. This is set fairly early on in Richard and Anne's marriage, after she's found out about Richard and Robert but also after they've begun working things out. I don't think I've posted it before, at least. I haven't been writing much lately because I've been completely caught up in job-hunting stuff.
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Richard hasn’t spent much time alone with Robert since Anne caught them together; he doesn’t want to break things off entirely, and he misses Robert terribly, but he doesn’t want to hurt Anne either, and Anne has not been very clear about her feelings regarding their continued association, even as friends and brothers-in-arms. The three of them have all spent time together, enjoying hunting and hawking and the occasional private supper, but with things still so unsettled, Richard and Robert have both been shy of one another.
Which is why it’s such a great surprise when Richard comes to pay Anne a visit in their private garden, which she has taken to very quickly and where she will sometimes relax after dinner, and finds her walking arm in arm with Robert while a few of her ladies trail behind them, their veils fluttering behind them in the warm breeze. One of them calls out something in their native language and motions to Anne, who takes Robert’s arm and turns him in Richard’s direction. Robert actually pales as he bows, but Anne is beaming as she curtsies.
“If it isn’t my two favorite people in the world!” Richard exclaims, taking Anne’s hand and kissing it. “I hope you haven’t frightened Robert too badly.”
Anne smiles up at Robert. “I think he will recover.” She offers her hand for him to kiss as well. “Will you, my lord of Oxford?”
Robert bows gallantly and raises it to his lips. “If your Highness bids me,” he says.
“I do, my lord,” Anne says. “Will you come hawking with us tomorrow? My lord of Cambridge and his lady gave me a new falcon, and my lord husband says you are skilled in falconry.”
“Of course,” Robert says. “At his Highness’ pleasure.”
Richard smiles. “Always,” he says.
“If my lord will grant it,” Anne says, turning to Richard, “I will take my leave now—I would like to rest, and I have letters from petitioners to look over.”
“Of course,” Richard says. “I’ll see you at supper.”
“Come see me after?” Anne says, her eyes warmly hopeful, and Richard’s heart flutters.
“Whenever you wish,” he says.
Anne’s cheeks go just a little pink. She stands on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, and when Richard bends in, she whispers, “Try to behave yourselves.” But when Richard looks at her face again, she is smiling. “Good afternoon, my lord of Oxford,” she says, and sweeps out of the garden, her ladies behind her. Agnes gives Robert a wry smile and a pat on the arm on her way past, though if she means to flirt with him, Richard doesn’t think she’ll have much luck.
Robert, impervious to Agnes’ affections, sinks onto the stone bench nearby, his expression dazed. “What just happened?” he says.
“Don’t ask me,” Richard says. “I just got here. But I’d guess that Anne likes you.” He smiles. “It looks like at least one of her ladies likes you,” he adds, elbowing Robert hard enough to be teasing but softly enough to still be friendly.
“I didn’t notice,” Robert says. “About her ladies, anyway. But—Diccon, is she all right with us now? After everything?”
Richard’s cheeks flush a little. “Maybe?” he says. “I haven’t had the heart to ask her about the specifics. She was so hurt, Robin—she was afraid I’d never really loved her—”
“Well,” Robert says, “I hope I’ve set her straight for you. She seems like a bright girl, but if she can’t see what’s in front of her—I mean, you’ve talked about practically nothing else since she arrived.”
Richard covers Robert’s hand with his own. “That doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving you,” he says. “I’ve loved you since before I even knew what that meant. That hasn’t changed, Robin. I asked Anne to trust me, before. I need you to trust me, too.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Robert says. “I just don’t know how long we can keep this up, now that you’re married. Or how long the Queen will tolerate it.”
“It will help if you get to know her better,” Richard says. “What did she tell you?”
“That she knew I’d lain with you,” Robert says. “I’m surprised she’d even heard that that was possible. Maybe she’s heard the Wycliffites grumbling about it. They seem to like her.”
Richard huffs a little, dislodging a pebble from the ground with his toe and watching it skitter across the garden path. “She could have learned about it from us, you know. And shut up about the Wycliffites. She’s not a heretic.”
“No, I suppose not,” Robert says.
“She just asked you about us, just like that?”
Robert smirks. “I mean, we didn’t get into the specifics of it. Though maybe she would have enjoyed knowing, who can say? But she wanted me to know that she knows, I think.” He looks down at his shoes, reaches down, plucks a daisy and sticks it in Richard’s hair. “She could destroy us, you know. Like your great-grandmother did to your great-grandfather. It’s not as though there aren’t people who’d want front-row seats if I ever got myself disemboweled. And yet—I don’t think she will.”
“Anne is nothing like my great-grandmother,” Richard says. “Nothing at all. I told you, back when we were first married: she wants to love you, as I do.”
“That’s exactly what she told me,” Robert says. “That I am beloved of you, and that through her love for you, she must also love me.” He shakes his head, baffled. “She’s not what I expected, Richard. I didn’t know wives could be quite like that.” He shrugs, then, and gives a little snort. “Mine certainly isn’t.”
Richard makes a little noise that’s meant to be a laugh but doesn’t get there. “How do you even know that?” he says. “When was the last time you talked to her?”
“It was—” Robert pauses. “A while ago? I don’t know. I don’t especially want to talk about it.”
He is the one who brought Philippa up in the first place, but Richard lets that pass. “I’m just saying,” he says. “Being married actually isn’t bad at all, you know. I’m sure you and Philippa could also work something out, while I work things out with Anne.” He nudges Robert again, grinning. “You know, before Agnes gets her hopes up too much.”
“What are you talking about?” Robert says.
“Anne’s lady-in-waiting—the blonde one, with freckles. I think she likes you.” Richard grins. “Clearly a woman of discriminating taste.” He leans over and kisses Robert, quickly, on the lips. “She can’t have you, though.”
Robert laughs. “I told you,” he says. “I’m a King’s man, through and through.”
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favourite poems of july
knar gavin strindberg grey
dahlia ravikovitch the love of an orange (tr. chana bloch)
danez smith summer, somewhere
hannah gamble your invitation to a modest breakfast: “your invitation to a modest breakfast”
claire schwartz lecture on the history of the house
joseph brodsky collected poems in english, 1972-1999: “a part of speech”
ralph angel twice removed: “alpine wedding”
bob hicok insomnia diary: “spirit ditty of no fax-line dial tone”
caleb klaces language is her caravan
philip good & bernadette mayer alternating lunes
hester knibbe light-years (tr. jacquelyn pope)
tracy k. smith life on mars: “the universe as primal scream”
rigoberto gonzález other fugitives and other strangers: “the strangers who find me in the woods”
stephen edgar murray dreaming
james schuyler other flowers: uncollected poems: “light night”
amy beeder because our waiters are hopeless romantics
diane seuss backyard song
tomás q. morín love train
safiya sinclair the art of unselfing
carol muske-dukes skylight: “the invention of cuisine”
peter gizzi the outernationale: “vincent, homesick for the land of pictures”
william matthews selected poems and translations, 1969-1991: “onions”
c.k. williams butcher
mark mccloskey the smell of the woods
jennifer chang the age of unreason
richard blanco city of a hundred fires: “contemplations at the virgin de la caridad cafeteria, inc.”
bob hicock the pregnancy of words
j. allyn rosser impromptu
carl phillips then the war
stephanie young ursula or university: “essay”
gloria e. anzaldúa the new speakers
kofi
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The Unlikely Postulate of Clapton’s Love Life
Clapton Davis x GN!Reader Headcanons
Content: a little bit of fluff, mentions of virginity, mentions of underage drug use, that’s pretty much it :)
(A/n: Just like in the movie, I made a chapter title card as if you and Clapton’s relationship were inserted. I was really in love with the names such as ‘The Terrible Ultimatum of Clapton Davis’, ‘The Lonely Ballad of Billy Nolan,’ etc. so I came up with one as if these headcanons were scenes in the movie.)
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You knew Clapton since Freshman year. You knew of him, at least, and you didn’t actually have a conversation with him until junior year. It all started when he asked you for a pen.
You weren’t too popular like him. But you were sort of the sweetheart of the school. Nobody would talk about you as much as they did Clapton, but when you were brought up, only good things were said about you.
A few small things had progressed your friendship with Clapton. First, it was the pen thing. Then you two were teamed up for a science project. This showed him how smart you were, so he began to rely on you. You were also charming and he began to become infatuated with you, so he asked you for homework help a lot of the time. You went on ‘dates’ and things, like how he skated you home, went on a movie date with you, went bowling together, until you two were official partners.
You two were both in Spanish classes. You were passing and he was failing, so you had to tutor him a whole lot. He came up to you one day with a giddy smile and said ‘Tu es mucho bonito.’ It wasn’t completely correct, but you appreciated it nonetheless.
He burned a CD for you consisting of all of your favorite songs.
Sometimes he appeared in your front yard at midnight for a late night skate. Other times he appeared, he went to your window and you two just made out.
You made out a lot. And you probably lost your virginity to him.
You two got high sometimes. One time you had a very long, weed-driven conversation about who the ‘real’ karate kid was: Ralph Macchio or Billy Zabka. He said it was obviously Macchio, but you liked to argue for Billy. In retrospect, you weren’t sure why.
You two are basically each other’s best friends. It took a while for the school to realize you were dating.
As attractive and charming as Clapton was, nobody really expected him to be in a relationship. He seemed like one of those cool chill guys who wouldn’t involve himself in one. That’s why everyone was so surprised to know that he was in a relationship, let alone with you—it was highly unlikely. Everyone in the school thought you were the power couple, though. Everyone talked and gossiped about your new relationship with him a lot.
You both didn’t like the idea of extravagant prom-posals. Plus, it was sort of a mutual understanding, you two knew you wanted to go together.
He loves holding your hand. Whether he’s walking you to your class or home, he cannot go without holding your hand.
He tried to teach you how to skateboard once because you asked him. You fell. It was terrible. But he patched you up and blamed himself for not teaching you or protecting you properly.
He loves sharing his music with you. Sharing earbuds and everything. When he found out that your go-to slow dance song was “Fields of Gold” by Sting, he instantly knew you were his soulmate.
Sometimes when you two cuddle, you talk about your future together. You hope to stay together long enough to get married. Then you think about articulate things like where to live, what kind of house, pets, etc.
He always said ‘Clapton don’t dance’ but that was a lie. He’d never hesitate to slow dance with you.
You made each other friendship bracelets. He never wants to take it off.
Riley was very supportive of your relationship. As Clapton’s best friend, she was glad that he found someone as amazing as you.
He loves whenever you play with his hair. You do it a lot.
Sometimes you’d ditch school to hang out at a 7-11 or smoke pot. It didn’t matter what you did, as long as he hung out with you. He enjoyed quality time.
One time, before you two were dating, you two ditched school because Clapton wanted to show you a trick he learned on the skateboard to impress you. Clearly he wasn’t ready because he fell, suffering a terrible injury. But there was something so dorkishly charming about that moment, that that was probably the first time you realized you liked him more than a friend.
The first time he said ‘I love you’ was by mistake. You two were both very high. He genuinely meant it, however. And so, the very next day, he properly confessed. And you expressed your reciprocation.
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This was my first set of headcanons I’ve written, so I hope you enjoyed it! I hope I did this prompt justice :’) I was so proud of the title that I was too eager to wait until I got a solid fic idea, so I just decided to write headcanons :) thanks for reading!
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Jealousy, jealousy..
pairing - lorenzo berkshire x reader x theodore nott
summary - who would have thought that lorenzo berkshire and theodore nott fell in love with the same girl, the one and only blair davis.
warnings - MDNI, dirty
in this scenario, your name will be blair davis
It wasn't her wonderful hair or her perfect body that was adapted to her clothes. It was the way she showed and gave herself. Blair Davis was anything but sexy, she was a fucking nerd. She got good grades in all her subjects and spent her free evenings in her room studying.
While pansy and onyx got ready for the party, blair preferred to read a book, preferably romance. She didn't even undo her blouse by two buttons to look more confident, she hates being in the limelight.
But four eyes had seen her, shit they couldn't stop looking at her. How she tied her hair in a plait so that she could write long texts without any problems, how she thought quietly to herself and wrote silently in her diary. She had a diary, but it didn't contain normal daily routines, it contained things that nobody expected her to write.
She had extremely dirty thoughts, everything she didn't do she made up, and she had a hell of a time doing it. She is convinced of herself that she would die a virgin. And she doesn't know what to make of it. But she's a slytherin for a good reason.
So there she sat, having been forced by pansy. In the Slytherin room sat the large group of friends, making out with each other. Blair was wearing a Ralph Lauren jumper and a very short skirt. Shit, the skirt was so short that if you moved you could see everything.
And that got Lorenzo and Theodore down. They were sitting on the same couch, opposite you. They think the same, but without knowing about each other. Theodore doesn't know how Lorenzo feels about Blair, and vice versa.
They wanted to take care of you. They wanted to do everything to make you happy. With gifts or sexually. Sexually, they were prepared to do anything for you. And that made them so crazy themselves. They didn't know themselves like that. Girls actually wanted everything from them, but little Blair turned their heads.
They both imagined themselves eating you out before going to bed, your little pussy going crazy for him. They imagined your sweet little moans as you tried to regain control of your body with tears in your eyes. But they would never allow it, you would be their girl all by yourself.
They dream about you, mostly dirty dreams. But they didn't see you as a sex object, at least not Lorenzo. He also likes to surprise you with your favourite flowers or pages of letters. Love letters, mostly.
And in the morning they get up with the hardest boner. And they can't take care of that, there's no time. So they have to hide - but it's always hard to see blair in class with her damn short skirts.
Sometimes Theodore thinks it's extra, that she wants to dress so short just for him. But then he remembers that other people can see it too, and then he gets angry. You're his, even if you've never spoken. And even if Lorenzo next to him has exactly the same thoughts,
And his eyes never drift away from you.
#blaise zabini#lorenzo berkshire#lorenzo zurzolo#timothee chalamet#tom riddle#baby netflix#brando de sanctis#draco malfoy#niccolo rossi#louis partridge#theodore nott
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imagine taking ralph’s virginity, baby boy would be an absolute mess and couldn’t believe that it’s happening. he’d just be amazed and so overwhelmed with love for you
please. (also this is not historically accurate obviously ladkfkaj)
he would hold your hips as you sunk down on his cock, your back arching, pert nipples in the air as you moan softly, his hands squeazing your hips.
he thinks you are a true goddess.
so, incredibly beautiful.
and!! he would be so so loud and vocal!! immediately when you move your hips, he's all flustered and squirmy, and he can't believe this is happening.
especially with you.
"c-can't believe th-this," he'd muster out, whining and bucking his hips into your warm cunt as you whimper, sighing and leaning forward to catch his lips in a sloppy kiss, rumbles of your moans exchanged with his cries as the candle light highlights your features. you can see him shaking as you drag your hips up and down, rocking your hips on his. "i-i love y-you--an'-!!" you shush him, whimpering softly when you gently grab onto his hair, guiding him to your breasts as he greedily sucks on the skin.
his balls are filled with milky cum as your ass slaps against them--your right hand coming down to his pelvis to drag over a sensitive spot, and he whines out your name in the result of it, tears dripping from his lashes.
"feel so good, ralphie," you'd whisper, giggling hungrily when you feel the bulbous head of his cock drag against your inner walls, twitching. your swollen clit drags along the fuzzy hair of his pubic area as begin to bounce on him, and ralph just can't take it!!
poor thing comes way too quickly but you don't mind when he's fucking up into you like an animal in heat, panting and crying--grunts, whimpers, whines, moans--you name it--spewing from his mouth as he praises you.
"y-you, i-!" he can barely get a word out, the blissfullness of his orgasm rocking through his whole body. "s-so beautiful, so--my--i can't--"
you moan loudly when he fucks up faster into your cunt, small "uh"'s leaving your lips as he finishes himself off.
and of course, he apologizes for finishing so quickly. he felt so emotional when he finished that you just kiss his forehead running your fingers through his hair and telling him that he did a perfect job.
and thennn he begs you to let him finish you off as well.
which of course, you let him; guiding him through everything until you cum on his tongue and he desperately laps it up, dragging his hardened cock on the mattress as you tug on his hair. <333
#ralph timewasters smut#mail 💌#ralph timewasters x reader#ralph timewasters#ralph timewasters x reader smut#ralph penbury#ralph penbury x reader#ralph penbury x reader smut#ralph penbury x fem!reader#timewasters smut
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Eddie Munson Fics Masterpost
Between the oneshots and two multi-chapters series, I figured it’d be easier if I put everything in one place for people to find. I am keeping the masterposts of the multi-chapter fics for taglist reasons and such.
Please note I am NOT taking requests, imagines, or prompts.
Oneshots
The Audition - Eddie hears you singing in the shower and begs you to join his band. PG-13.
Your Love - Vecna’s curse is upon you. To bring you back, Eddie plays your favorite song, helping you fight to get back to him. PG-13.
Fantasy Section - You drag Eddie to the library to check out the newest fantasy book only to reveal you have a much naughtier plan in mind. 18+.
Lover’s Lake - A fun, innocent trip to Lover’s Lake turns into much more once you playfully suggest skinny dipping. 18+
Sleepover - After a late night of studying, you decide to sleep over at Eddie’s for the first time. Things take an interesting turn when you’re woken in the middle of the night by an aroused, but sleeping, Eddie. 18+
A Little Push - (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) Tired of watching you and Eddie dance around each other, Steve and Robin are determined to get you two together, even if it means slipping you some very special chocolates. 18+
Hands-On Experience - You’ve been bartending at The Hideout for months now, more than a little interested in the guitarist from Corroded Coffin. When you finally get a chance to talk to Eddie, he’s too cute to let get away and you suggest having some fun together. 18+
Multi-Chapter Fics
We Live for Love - Eddie is recovering in the hospital where you’re volunteering. The whole town may have shunned him but you refuse to do the same. 18+. Complete
Who Wants to be Lonely - After the ground splits and sends you hurtling into the Upside Down, you come face-to-face with the notorious, and injured, Eddie Munson. Lost and hunted by otherworldly creatures, the two of you have no choice but to stick together if you’re going to find your way home. 18+. Complete
Impulse - Tired of doing what everyone expects, Eddie convinces you to ditch school and do something impulsive for once. However, your impulse isn’t what he’s anticipating.18+. Ongoing/Standalone Chapters
Eddie Thoughts & Headcanons
Virgin Eddie, Virgin Eddie 2
Eddie’s Fav Color
Eddie + Plus Size Women
Eddie Being Alone, Eddie Being Alone 2
Eddie Having No One to Talk To, Eddie Having No One to Talk To 2
Eddie’s Thoughts on Prom
Eddie’s Thoughts on a Threesome
Eddie Doesn’t Miss School
Eddie Being Super Stoned
Other Joseph Quinn Characters
The Arrangement - (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) Drowning in problems of his own making, Arthur Havisham seeks the aid of the one person in the world who knows him better than anyone else. But what will it cost him this time? (Dickensian) 18+, Complete
Windswept - (Part 1) (Part 2) Still getting over his breakup with Ruth, Tom notices a familiar face has returned to Cornwall. Lonely and unable to sleep, he shows up at your trailer late one night. But as eager as you are to have him in your bed, you’re not interested in only being his distraction. (Make Up) 18+
Words of Advice - (Part 1) (Part 2) Months after being so spectacularly rejected by Lauren, Ralph finds his interests being drawn to the pretty new maid. Having no idea how to approach you, and not wanting to repeat mistakes of the past, he seeks advice from everyone and anyone who’ll provide it, which is probably not the wisest decision. (Timewasters) 18+
#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#joseph quinn#tom grant#arthur havisham#eddie munson headcanons#ralph timewasters#tom make up
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The BAFTA Tea Party Presented By Delta Air Lines, Virgin Atlantic And BBC Studios Los Angeles Productions - Red Carpet
BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA - JANUARY 13: Tom Hiddleston attends The BAFTA Tea Party presented by Delta Air Lines, Virgin Atlantic and BBC Studios Los Angeles Productions at The Maybourne Beverly Hills on January 13, 2024 in Beverly Hills, California. (Photo by Alberto E. Rodriguez/Getty Images for BAFTA)
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Looks like he's wearing Ralph Lauren Purple Label (of course).
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SHERYL LEE RALPH sing Madonna’s ‘Like a Virgin | W Magazine (2023)
#sheryl lee ralph#my upload#dailywoc#flawlessbeautyqueens#abbott elementary cast#userwocs#usergal#madonna#m!lfsource#tusercourtney#useraurore#userreh
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November fic rec list
Better late than never? Lol. I never made a fic rec list for November and it’s always bothered me. So here it is.
Some of my fav fics for Eddie Munson, JQ’s other roles, and potentially some other ST characters.
🔥smut 🗡angst ☁️fluff 🕷️dark
MULTI PART FICS
Weedman (Part 1 | Part 2) ☁️ by @bewilderedbunny
Rumours (Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 )(older!eddie) by @msgexymunson
Too cool to admit it(Sadist!Eddie x Masochist!reader) by @carolmunson
Sorry I missed you(friends to lovers) by @mantorokk-writes
June baby by @luveline
Camera shy(camboy!eddie x reader) (Part 1 | Part 2) by @pedgito
You’re being mean(mean!dom!eddie) by @pxrxcxa
Cruel little vixen(rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader) by @honey-flustered
Anywhere but here(rockstar!eddie x band manager!reader) by @thefreakymunson
Things that go bump in the night (Part 1 | Part 2) 🕷️ by @sadboyeddie
Summoning(Demon!Eddie) by @lokis-army-77
Daddy and pricess by @quinnsmunson
ONE SHOTS
Shy boy, my boy(shy!Eddie) ☁️ by @usedtobecooler
Calling Eddie baby cow eyes by ☁️ @pedgito
First snow (friends to lovers) ☁️🔥 by /gatheredmoss
First frost (friends to lovers)☁️ by /gatheredmoss
Make it big 🔥 by @corrodedhawkins
I hear you knocking 🔥 by @heavenbarnes
Kitten licks ☁️ by @corroded-hellfire
Mean!Eddie(hatefucking) 🔥 by @pedgito
Mommy issues 🗡☁️ by @corroded-hellfire
Time can’t stop me(quite like you did) 🗡 /gatheredmoss
Sleepover 🔥 by @ladyfogg
Eddie bumps into his long-time crush 🔥☁️ by @munson-blurbs
Embarrasing:Eddie’s mistake(virgin!eddie x emerson!reader) 🔥☁️ by @boomhauer
Simple rules(Dad!Eddie x teacher!reader) ☁️ by @pedgito
Green is the color(Jealous!Eddie) ☁️ by @punk-in-docs
Older!professor!reader x student!eddie 🔥 by @mypoisonedvine
Dangerous encounter by 🕷️🔥 @jazzycurls
Meant to be🕷️🔥 @jazzycurls
Dark!violent!protective!Eddie 🕷️🔥 by @ceriseheaven
CNC with knife play 🕷️🔥by @corrodedhawkins
DRABBLES/BLURBS/ETC
Eddie in tiny basketball shorts ☁️🔥 by @pedgito
Sleepy morning sex with Eddie 🔥 by @chainsawmunson
Truth or dare 🔥 by @pinkrelish
Watch you(eddie x autistic!reader) 🔥 by @mantorokk-writes
Sucking Eddie’s cock 🔥 by @wndalovebot
Kidnapper!Eddie 🕷️ by @elliewlums
Perv!Eddie x Perv!Steve x reader x readers friend ☁️ by @newlips
Reader thinks Eddie stands them up 🗡☁️ by @munson-blurbs
Like real people do 🔥☁️ by @augustslippedavvay
Perv!Eddie(thigh fucking) 🔥 by @newlips
Free use 🔥 by @elliewlums
Unforgiving(ghostface!Eddie) 🕷️🔥 by @the-queen-of-hell-666
Rockstar!Eddie thots (piss kink mention) 🔥 by @mouthfullofmunson
Wayne seeing he raise eddie right(eddie x reader) ☁️ by @munson-blurbs
Eddie comes home from a gig ☁️ by @pullhisteeth
You call Eddie husband as a joke ☁️ by @marianita195
Dacryphilia 🔥 by @pedgito
Eddie plays a new song ☁️ by @eddies-ashtray
Can’t you see that you’re hurting me? 🗡☁️ by @sweetpeamunson
Perv!eddie x innocent!reader 🕷️🔥 by @quinnsmunson
Rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader(rivals) by @luveline
Trapped head inside a small, tin box 🔥by @chaseadrian
Rockstar!kindasubby?!Eddie x anxious!jealous!reader 🔥🗡 by @hard-candy-writing
Gross!perv!eddie 🔥 by @mypoisonedvine
Phone sex/video sex with modern!Eddie 🔥by @poppy-metal
Kate 🔥by @deadboyfriendd
NON EDDIE FICS
Long hot summer (ralph penbury x reader) 🔥 by @usedtobecooler
Billy knight x reader 🔥 by @usedtobecooler
Billy knight x roommate!reader 🔥 by @mypoisonedvine
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I went to my first Rocky horror screening on Friday and I literally miss it so bad!!! I lost my mind and felt so hot and it was . transcendent . so I made a list of highlights:
- MY FRIEND AND I GETTING SAT IN THE SECOND UP CLOSE FRONT ROW BC WE LOOKED SO ENTHUSIASTIC IN OUR FLOOR SHOW MAKEUP AAGHDH 😳😳
-MY FRIEND AND I GETTING TO BE BETTY AND RALPH HAPSHATT (HER SAYING YES DESPITE NOT EVEN KNOWING WHO THEY WERE LMAO) AND ME MISSING THE BOUQUET TOSS TIMING - MY ONE JOB!!!! - OUT OF SHEER BLUESCREENING FROM SEROTONIN OVERLOAD AND PANIC LMAO
- OUR VIRGIN GAME WAS LITERALLY NOT BAD AT ALL DESPITE ME HAVING BEEN SO SCARED LOL. “I went to Rocky horror and now I’m popped!!” as our repeated call to worship with a guy dressed as the pope agahshgk, they were so gentle w us fr
- THE CAST DID THIS PRE RECORDED ROCKY HORROR VERSION OF THE NICOLE KIDMAN AD AHHAJDJ
- the audience making a joke to the stage guy (who was like probably 30) abt skibidi toliet and him being like “what the FUCK are you talking about” 💀
- preparing the audience for the ride like “people are going to be yelling the worst things you’ve ever heard in your life at the screen.”
- RIGHT INTO IT WITH A STRIPTEASE AND TIDDIES COMING ALL THE WAY OUT ON SCIENCE FICTION DOUBLE FEATURE
- “fight a triffid” “WHAT THE FUCK IS A TRIFFID”
- doing the time warp with a crowd was like the most fun I’ve ever had
- I ALSO GOT TO BE THE FUCKING LEVER RIFF RAFF CRANKS FOR ROCKY TO RISE OUT OF THE TANK LMAO
- I can’t even remember all the crowd chants but so many absolutely DESTROYED me w laughter
- “LIKE UR NECK BITCH”
- “you say goodbye / and I say” “hello 😒”
- “hey Janet are you a slut?” “yes ☺️ I am”
- IT WAS WEIRDLY LIKE CHURCH BC EVERYONE KNEW HOW ALL THIS SHIT WORKED AND HAD THEIR LINES MEMORIZED AND WE DIDNT BUT THEY LITERALLY HAD SIGNS AND SO MUCH KIND NICE INSTRUCTION FOR NEW PPL AND LIKE. I LOVE THEM
- THE LINES I KNEW I WAS SO GODDAMN HAPPY TO KNOW AND I EVEN YELLED OUT MY OWN ONES I CAME UP WITH AND THESE OLDER LADIES BEHIND US KNEW ALL THESE ORIGINAL ONES TOO
- “keep calm / don’t panic” or something like that and everyone just screamed in unison 😭 multiple times lol
- FORGOT TO GET US A PROP BAG BC WE GOT TO BE VIPS WHICH KILLED ME BUT IM GOING BACK ANYWAYS SOOOO 🤪🤪
- everyone had so many funny chants that kept surprising me but I was just singing along bc the songs already are just sOOOOO INCREDIBLY FUN anyways
- the improvisations by the cast were so consistently v funny, I loved them . and like everyone was trans!!! so many binders!!! it was incredible
- “-visitors, let alone offer them hospitality “HORSE BRUTALITY?” WAS SAID SOOO LOUD LMAO
- “it’s a Bird it’s a plane it’s SUPER ASSHOLE”
- THE WEAKLING WEIGHING 98 LBS CALLBACK LINE WAS EVERYONE JUST BEING MEAN TO BRAD AND IT WAS SOOO FUNNY LMAO
- EVERYONE THROWING UP TOLIET PAPER AND PARTY POPPERS AND CARDS IN THE AIR WAS SO BEAUTIFUL TO WATCH ACTUALLY <3
- THE BEDROOM SCENE OUR FRANK WAS LIKE “yep it’s totally me . Brad majors 😐 That’s me” not even TRYING and I fucking died lmao
- OH MY GOD. THE BEDROOM SCENES IN SILHOUETTE WHERE THEY HAD THEM PULL DIFF INSANE PROPS OUT OF BRAD AND JANETS ASSHOLES 💀💀💀💀 I WAS LIKE “THATS NOT HOT????”
- the Eddie chanting (“not the ass but the side!”) was SO FUN I WAS SO HAPPY I STUDIED FOR HOURS READING THE PARTICIPATION SCRIPTS LMAO
- Eddie live where they did the hand jive and I couldn’t do it fast enough and Rocky was wtaching me and said “IM LOOKING AT YOU”
- THE REVEAL OF EDDIE’S BODY WHERE THEY COULDNT HAVE HIM LYING UNDERNEATH THE TABLE SO THEY JUST HAD HIS ACTOR RUN OUT AND BE DEAD AS FAST AS POSSIBLE FHSAHSHHAHAHA
- them like “haha Dr Scott! we are eating ur nephew” 💀 #prankd
- I got to throw in my own little lines with like “You’re going to kill him? What’s his crime?”“WHATS NOT?” And I FELT SO FUNNY FOR IT
- riff saying “my most beautiful sister” and my friend (WHO HADNT FINISHED THE MOVIE) turning to me slowly like .. 😟?
- EVEN IN “IM GOING HOME” THEY STILL HAD CHANTS MAKING FUN OF IT FHAJQHS
- THEY DID SUPER HEROES AND I WENT “THANK YOU JESUS” ALOUD HFJSJW
- they had audience members also be the table Frank rides in the scene and the sonic oscillator which was so great!!! my FAVORITE of which was the cutie playing the globe at the end who got so dizzy she had to stop 😭❤️
- anyways it went crazy. pls go to Rocky horror if you get a chance asap!!!! go to events! be gay! it will change ur life
- <3 u rockyhorror :)
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