Salem's Mostly Smut Oneshot Book! [DISCONTINUED + REPUBLISHED]

All Of Me (Ralph x Fem!Reader)

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song inspiration: All Of Me - John Legend
fluff
strong language
This is sort of a vent. I've been feeling very horrible about my interests as of lately.
I've been feeling bad about having a crush on a fictional character. It's stupid, I know, and probably not something I should be ashamed about. Ralph is a comfort character for me. Hope you like it. It's pretty short.

7:35 AM.

You roll over on your side, the blanket clutched in your fists as you pull it over you. Next to you is someone you'd been with for months.

Ralph.

You loved him. More than anything. He was one of the sweetest people in the world. From his scars to his laugh to his smile to his oddly wonderfully sculpted figure, he was all too perfect.

You pull the blanket over him and smile as the corners of his mouth turned upward into a soft grin. His eyes fluttered open, and he giggled upon seeing you.

"Good morning." He whispered.

"Mornin'." You whisper back, inching close to him and wrapping your arms around him.

Ralph chuckled softly and kissed your forehead, running his fingers through your hair. He loved to kiss you. His soft lips traveled from your forehead to your nose, kissing you there and then softly down to your lips. You blushed furiously, knowing he was only doing it because he loved you.

He planted a few more kisses on your jawline and cheeks and smiled. "Ralph likes to shower you with kisses."

You giggle. "I can see that, babe. Thank you."

You sit up in bed and stretch your arms, folding them behind your head and arching your back. Ralph's hands snuck up to your waist, and he pulled you in for a long and slow kiss on the lips. You chuckled, turning to him and holding his face in your hands. The kiss started to get faster, rougher. Ralph pulled you back down onto the bed and giggled.

"Ralph wants to stay in bed today. With you. He just wants to be with you today."

Ralph's expression formed into a sad smile as his fingers traced the outside of your thighs, giving you goosebumps.

"Oh. Okay. We can stay in bed all day if you want to. Anything for you...is everything okay, though?" You asked.

"Ralph is okay. He's just thinking...about you. Ralph is worried about you."

"Worried? Why?"

Ralph sighed, his LED swirling yellow. "Ralph noticed you had been sad lately. He wants to know what's wrong."

You frown, staring into his eyes. "I...how did you notice? Can you still scan people?"

"Ralph just noticed...little things. You would be in the shower for too long and you'd oversleep. You would eat more. It worried Ralph. Ralph wants to know if you're okay."

You looked at his trembling lips and smiled sadly. "You...you're worried about me?"

Ralph nodded. "Yes. Ralph wants to help."

He pulled you in for a cuddle as you whimpered, mustering up an answer. "Please? Will you tell Ralph what's wrong?"

"Y-yeah, babe. Um..." You stuttered, then sighed deeply.

"I'm having...a lot of issues. With my body, with my looks, with...with my feelings. It's too much piling on me all at once. I needed a place to talk but I didn't think you would ask about it."

"Tell Ralph. Tell him about your feelings."

You gulped, a lump in your throat forming. "Well...I don't like my body. I can't find a reason to. And my face. All the little things about myself. Every little goddamn thing. I don't like all the curves I have. I don't like it when my face breaks out. I don't like how I feel. I feel like I'm just a burden to you."

Ralph whimpered softly, holding you tightly. "Please don't say that. Don't, don't, don't. Please. You're perfect to Ralph. Don't say that."

Your fists gripped his sleep shirt as the lump in your throat got stronger. You had no choice but to just blink out the tears.

"Fuck," You grunted, burying your face in his chest, your tears dripping onto his shirt. "Here come the waterworks."

"(Y/N)? (Y/N), is everything okay?"

"N-no, it's not! I feel so fucking useless to you! I love you so fucking much but it feels like I just depend on you way too fucking much to make me happy!"

Ralph shook his head, his voice trembling. "No, no, no. You're amazing. You're so good to Ralph, oh so good. Ralph just wants to be with you forever. Ralph loves all the curves you have. He likes to stare at them. Your thighs, your stomach, all the curves on your body. Ralph thinks they're cute..."

You close your eyes and continue to listen to him ramble on.

"Ralph likes the way you laugh. He likes the way you smile. That smile that always makes Ralph so, so, so happy. Ralph thinks about joining you in the bath and just relaxing with you in the bubbles. He thinks about going on walks with you. He thinks about watching movies and cuddling."

You smile through the tears.

"Ralph likes all of your imperfections. He likes your dimples. He likes the small red spots on your thighs. He likes the little snorts you make when you laugh too hard. He likes it when you blush."

Ralph's hand cradled the back of your head, pulling you closer to his chest as you cuddled with him.

"Ralph sometimes wants to do things with you that he cannot say. He waits until you're ready. Ralph wants to be closer and closer to you. He wants to spend more time with you. He wants to see more of your soft skin. Sometimes Ralph can't help himself and he thinks inappropriately. He ends up somewhere he doesn't expect, and...he touches himself to thoughts of you. And yet he wants to be with you."

Those words made something inside you snap. You blushed, and bit your lip to hide a grin.

"And Ralph loves you. Oh, rA9, does he love you. Every part of you. He's so happy he met you those months ago. He doesn't know what he'd do without you."

You sniffled, mumbling. "I l-love you too."

Ralph smiled. "Ralph likes it when you say that, too. He likes it when you talk about your interests. He really does. And whenever you feel ashamed for that, Ralph just wants to cuddle you until you stop feeling bad."

He started to litter kisses all over your face, the kisses traveling down to your neck and stopping at your collarbones. He went all the way back up and kissed the top of your head.

"And Ralph likes to kiss you. Kisses are something he values very much. He wants to make sure you're happy. Ralph will give his all to you..."

"...and I'll give my all to you."

You look up at him and smile. He wipes a tear from your cheek and kisses the spot where it had fallen. "Please don't cry."

"S-sorry. I can't help it, babe...do you really mean all that, Ralph?"

Ralph nodded. "Yes. All of it, (Y/N). Ralph loves you and he always will. Ralph just wants you to be happy. He will always be there for you whenever you're down."

"Thank you, Ralph, I...I love you. So much."

"Ralph loves you too. You are perfectly imperfect, (Y/N). And Ralph loves that."