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mrs-pondwater19 · 2 years ago

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Onceler x Shy Fem Reader SMUT

First of all, I'm so sorry, I am weak and have fallen for the Tumblr sexy man *but he do be kinda hot tho*. So being the weak, cringy little thing I am, I now feel entitled to write shameless smut of a non eco-terrorist because I can. Yeah so this takes place before his greed era when he is a sweet, little baby, but has some slight greed tendencies. Also this is kind of a little different from the movie events wise but not by much. The reader lives in the forest (mega cottagecore aesthetic) and is very shy and secluded, but somehow managed to become friends with the Onceler. And when the time came to meet his family, things got a little crazy. Minors this isn't for you, please walk away. Enjoy my dears, and I'm sorry again for the cringe, I'm so sorry.

*side note: I started this like four months ago and dropped it for a bit, but I didn't want to abandon this project so yeah, here you go*

WARNING: 18+, Minors DNI, extravert and introvert dynamic, flirting, friends to lovers, angst, dysfunctional family, arguments (not with Onceler), confrontation, reassurance, confession, porn with plot, Slight inexperience, breath play, neck kissing, bulge palming, fingering, oral (f receiving), slightly rough sex (p in v), comfort, literally the most loving man, whimpering, admiration kink, creampie, cuddles.

You watched as raindrops pitter pattered against the cold glass window of your little cottage. The rain had started earlier in the day, about the time you got back from your venture to the neighboring town not far outside the forest. The day started off so nicely, the sun was bright and there's wasn't a cloud in that big blues sky. You were actually hoping to get some gardening in today, and maybe a walk around the forest foraging some flowers to decorate your home with, but the day seemed to have other plans. On your way home, dark gloomy clouds set in and the cold rain began to fall. Sighing heavily you stepped away from the window in your living room and made your way to the kitchen, changing your plans to baking a pie or two. Pulling out one of your cookbooks you flipped to a basic mixed berry pie recipe and gathered the ingredients to start. Humming lightly to yourself as you made the dough for the crust, you thought you might make a double batch for a friend that lived half way across the forest.

He called himself the Onceler, he had moved to the Truffula forest almost a year ago, although it seemed like he'd been there a lot longer than that all things considered. He came to the forest with a small wagon, his mule Melvin, and big aspirations of success for his invention that he called a Thneed.

The two of you didn't converse much when he first arrived, considering you weren't much of a people person. In fact you often made it a point to not interact with people if you could help it. Having to talk and interact with people made you incredibly nervous and uncomfortable at times, so you kept to yourself. You preferred to stay at home and keep up around the house, do your crafts, and tend to your garden. It was easier for you to avoid conversations and be alone to try and overcome your deathly shyness on your own. It was so bad at times you thought for sure someone would make fun of you or point out all things that were wrong with how shy you were, but you carried on as best you could. You found peace and comfort in being alone, but there were times you wish you had someone to talk to. Being unable to break out of the tough, shy exterior made it almost impossible to make friends, it didn't stop the Onceler though.

The first day he moved to the forest he approached you with the upmost of confidence and was quite friendly towards you. When he saw how reserved and shy you were he backed off a bit and respected your need for space as he took his time getting to know who you were, not wavering his confidence whatsoever.

And, slowly but surely, you opened up to him. He would stop by your cottage daily whenever he'd go to town, checking up on you making sure you were well, and you'd do the same for him. You'd often bring him baked goods or fresh produce from your garden as a thank you for his kindness.

The two of you would spend a decent amount of time together when he wasn't working on trying to sell his Thneeds. Often sharing tea and talking about life was probably one of your biggest past times with him. Things you had a passion for, town life, and your life experiences were the most discussed topic when you were together. His big plans of becoming a successful entrepreneur were always on the forefront of his mind, and he was ambitious to meet those goals he had set for himself. You had to admit it was commendable in some aspects, the amount of work he put into his Thneeds and his efforts to hopefully get his products noticed were really something. Although you didn't agree with how he went about getting the materials for his Thneeds. Cutting down and using the tuffs of the Truffula tree wasn't what you expected nor really wanted to happen. You mentioned to him a few times how it made you upset and even asked if he'd promise not to cut down anymore of the trees out of respect for the forest. To which he said he'd oblige, and from that point on he hadn't cut anymore down.

After some time passed the both of you became incredibly comfortable with one another, to the point where you both confided in each other for just about everything. Whether it was on walks to town, while you picked away at your garden, or nights when you'd stargaze with him. You told him about all the reasons why you were so reserved and why you wanted to be alone. About all the people who abandoned you in your past, the ones who were supposed to be there for you, and how they just drifted away. It was easier not getting attached to people so you wouldn't be let down when they couldn't be there anymore. So you closed yourself off and away from the world, creating a little bubble around yourself. But he never judged you for what you did to protect yourself from something like that happening again. And he'd find himself doing what he could to reassure that he wouldn't be like the others, that he'd always be there for you no matter what.

There were days when he'd let down his happy go lucky attitude and tell you some of the more depressing parts of himself and his past. Just as you did for him. How he was afraid he would never be successful, and that his mother was right about him. He never had the best relationship with his mother, older brothers, or anyone in his family. He was often looked at as the black sheep of the family and was constantly belittled and made fun of for his ideas and ambitions. His mother never truly had any faith in him that he'd make it, and the last thing she and his family did was laugh at him as he left the only home he ever knew. It never faltered him though, no matter how bleak things seemed, he never gave up hope that things would work out. Even if it seemed no one else was going to support him or his ideas. And that's when you assured him you'd be there to support him along the way, through thick and thin.

As you made the filling for the pie you smiled to yourself while humming a light tune. Thinking about how nice it was to have a friend like him and how sweet he was to you. He'd always compliment you whenever you two were together, saying how nice you looked or how amazing you were. He never had anything bad to say about you and was always kind and respectful. You never had anyone like that in your life prior to him, and it was a really nice change of pace for you. Which in turn made you like him, a lot. Probably more than friends should like each other, and he seemed to reciprocate it from what you could tell. The way you two acted with each other sometimes wasn't really how people who were 'just friend's" acted. You two would secretly exchange looks of admiration while the other wasn't looking, the lingering touches whenever you hugged one another, and how he looked so deeply into your eyes from time to time during your conversations. Just the way he made you feel was something you couldn't explain and it was exciting, but scary all the same. Shaking off that bubbling feeling, you focused on finishing the filling and assembled the pie. You lightly covered the pie with the top crust pinched the edge's together, and sliced a decorative pattern in the dough before putting the pie in the oven.

...

You walked down a beaten path to the Onceler's home, umbrella in hand and a basket with the pie as well as some homemade jam. The rain lightly and rhythmically fell around you, making you a bit sleepy as you walked on. The little puddles that formed at the edges of the trail reflected your form, you looked down to see joyful eyes and a red face staring back at you. Turning your gaze back up to the path trying to ignore the sight of yourself. It wasn't long before the Onceler's home came into view and your heart began to beat faster and faster as you approached the door. A light fog from the rain surrounded the vicinity, giving the disproportionate structure almost and eery effect. You quietly walked up the steps as you heard the tune of a soft, solemn guitar playing with a slight hint of jazz. This was a tune you heard more than once, it usually meant that day trying to sell his Thneeds went especially bad. Preparing yourself for him to be in bad mood, you gently knocked on his door,

"Who is it," he asked very clearly irritated. You cleared your throat as you spoke up,

"It's me."

"The doors open," he said, his voice softening a little knowing it was you coming to see him. You closed your umbrella and opened the door quietly so you wouldn't interrupt his playing. You stepped into his home, softly closed the door behind you and set your umbrella aside before making your way into the kitchen. His home was a bit small and cramped, but you didn't mind it too much, it was manageable. You looked over to the Onceler, he was slouched in one of his kitchen chairs, feet propped up on a chair across from him as he strummed the chords. His eyes flickered up to yours for moment and shot you a sweet but defeated smile before looking back down at the strings. You sat the basket down on the side counter before cautiously approaching the table,

"May I," you gestured towards the empty chair next to him. Not looking up from his guitar he hummed lightly in approval. You pulled the chair out and sat down next to him, your hands resting on the edge of the wooden table. The two of you sat there for a minute, listening to the chords he strummed.

"Rough day?" He stopped playing for a moment at your question,

"Yeah you could say that," he said bitterly before strumming again. You let another minute pass before asking him softly,

"You wanna talk about it?" You asked kindly looking up at him. He stopped once again and set the guitar aside, crossing his arms while looking away from you. He took a deep breath, as if he was trying to keep himself from screaming at you in frustration. A few moments passed before he spoke in a strained manner,

"It just keeps getting harder and harder Y/N. Everyday I'm out there, rain, sun or snow, and no one listens to me. No one wants to hear what I have to say about my Thneeds. You and I both know it's a great product, and how it can improve everyone's lives, change the world. But they don't care. And it just feels like I'm wasting my time at this point," he said giving a heavy sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He continued pouring his heart out to you, saying how his family was right about him and how it felt pointless to continue trying to achieve his goal. He just wanted to see some resolve from his efforts, and to be able to prove his family wrong. You reached over to him and laid your hand on his shoulder,

"Hey, listen hun. I know I don't exactly what it's like doing what you do. Being out there trying to be somebody and bring something good to this world. And you knew it wasn't going to be easy Once, but that didn't stop you. You knew there were going to be days that seem harder than others, but you still kept going. I know the day is coming where someone is gonna say how amazing your Thneed is and your life is gonna go in an great direction, I just know it. Today was a bad day, but just think about what tomorrow could bring Once, it could be the day you become successful. Just think about it, ok sweetheart," you said taking your hand off his shoulder. He turned to you with a soft smile on his face as he removed his legs from the chair adjacent from him and hastily stood up from his. He took a few step towards you and leaned down, giving you a tight, compassionate hug.

"You're right, I just need to be more patient and try to stay positive. Thank you Y/N. You always know what to say, and how to make me feel alright again. I couldn't ask for a better friend," he said. You wrapped you arms loosely around him and smiled,

"Of course Once, I'll always be here for you." He let go of you and pulled you up from your chair as he walked over to the side counter where the basket was.

"What kind of goodies did you bring me today," he asked excitedly as he peeked into the basket.

"Mixed berry pie and some jam," you said cheerfully. The Onceler reached up into a cupboard and he pulled out two plates as well as some utensils for the both of you while you put the kettle on. He cut you both decent sized pieces of pie and drizzled a little bit of jam on top of each slice with a little sliver spoon. When the kettle roared out a sheer whistle you took it off the stove and poured it onto two empty mugs with a green tea bag in each. He handed you your plate and you made your way back to the table where you sat down and conversed over pie and tea for the remainder of that rainy afternoon.

...

Weeks past since your last visit with the Onceler, but your advice seemed to have worked well. He was still going out to town and trying to get his Thneeds to sell. Each and every day he was out there, and when he wasn't in town he was at home tending to his property. He would still drop in to check on you to make sure you were doing alright, as he always did. But it seemed like there was hardly any time to visit during those few weeks. Just both of you trying to keep up with your individual lives seemed to be more of a priority. You had to get your garden tilled and seeds as well as seedlings planted for the harvest in the fall. And he was more gungho than ever to start his business.

The sun was shining and the heat was hot as you dug holes for your beet seedlings. You tilled up the dirt multiple times a few days ago and plotted out where everything was going. You kneeled down into the freshly pulled up earth and began planting your seedlings. Getting a few rows in when you heard a noise coming from across the hill that broke you out of your rhythm. You wiped the sweat off your forehead with the back of your gloved hand as you looked up into the distance. You saw the Onceler running swiftly, and very clumsily towards you with a massive grin on his face. You stood up and smiled as you waved to him as he approached you, he waved back very haphazardly as he continued towards you at full speed, shouting incoherently. Thinking he'd slow down before getting to you, you stood in your spot awaiting him, but that wasn't the case. Before you could process what was fully happening he was running onto your garden, took you into his arms and spun you around joyously,

"I did it Y/N. I really really did it," he cried out to you as he set you back on to the soft dirt, not letting go of you.

"What did you do, Once," you asked, a bit taken back by his sudden actions. His tight grip loosened as he looked you in the eyes, his bright blue eyes beaming,

"My Thneeds, I finally sold my Thneeds. Everyone loves them, and they want me to make more of them. You were right Y/N, all I had to do was stay positive and persistent. And it all paid off," the man was practically squealing at how happy and proud he was with himself as he hugged you tightly again,

"Thank you, thank you, thank you Y/N, I couldn't have don't it without you." You hugged him back and smiled,

"Of course Once, I'm so happy for you," you said to him happily. You really meant it when you said that to him, after all of the hardships he endured and the time he put into his craft, he finally got the resolve he wanted.

He kept you in his embrace for a few more moments before letting go of you and taking a few steps back. He took in the sight of you, his eyes going wide for a split second then softening again. Your knees dirtied from the soil of the garden, a loose short sleeved t-shirt hung loosely from your shoulders, and the slightest remnants of sweat from the heat laid across your skin. Your hair put up very messily, and bits of your clothes and skin covered in dirty hand prints as well as smears from your gloves, forgetting they were on your delicate hands.

You chuckled nervously and tucked a few stray strands of hair behind your ear as he stared at you admiringly. This wasn't uncommon for him to do every now and then, he'd just look at you with a silly little smile and loving eyes. You didn't mind it though, it made you feel special. He snapped back to reality after a moment, a dusting of pink creeping upon his face,

"Oh, well, I think this calls for a celebration don't you think? When you're finished with your garden you're more than welcome to come by my place if you'd like. We can have some supper and a drink or two," he said not looking you in the eye, his face growing a darker shade of pink. Nodding in response with a soft smile,

"I'd really like that Onceler, " you said quietly looking at him with a genuine smile. He returned the smile and gave you a quick hug,

"Alrighty I'll see you in a bit" he said before making his way home, practically bolting to get started on some more Thneeds. You chuckled slightly to yourself, finding his persistence and interest in this endeavor so sweet. You smiled to yourself once more before resuming your previous activities, settling into the soft soil and planting your seedlings.

After you finished with your garden, you went into your cottage to wash up before going to the Onceler's home. As you walked to the sink, you heard a harsh crashing coming from the forest and some of the animals screeching in fear. You ran outside to see a set of freshly dug up tire tracks not far from your home headed to the Oncelers. You rushed down the path to his home, an unsettling feeling forming in the pit of your stomach as you saw his home come into view. You saw a run down camper van parked haphazardly in front of his home and there were a fair amount of people crowded out in the front. You saw Onceler talking with them, a pained smile on his face as you approached him. When he saw you he smiled and approaching you,

"Hey," he said hugging you tightly before letting go. You looked at him, to the few people gathered in front of his house, then back at him confused.

"Uh hey," you said quietly, looking at the people behind him with an unsure expression. He looked at you confused for a moment before realizing what you were doing. He guided you over to the group of people, you hesitated, but did your best to hide it as he introduced you to them.

"This is Y/N, she's my neighbor and a dear friend of mine," he said kindly as he placed a hand in your shoulder. You gave them a curt wave and a half smile. Although they didn't seem impressed with you whatsoever. The women with glasses have a you a condescending sneer while speaking,

"I see, is she always covered in dirt or is that just today's attire?" They all snickered at her remark. You didn't realize you were still in your work clothes when your rushed there. A blush crept on to your face as you looked down in embarrassment. The Onceler caught on to your embarrassed state quickly rebutted,

"Y/N has been tending to get garden recently and I invited her up here after she finished. She just didn't have time to change is all. But anyways Y/N, this is my family," he said with false confidence. He gestured to the woman with glasses and poofy blonde hair,

"This is my mother, Isabella." She gave you the fakest smile you'd ever seen, clearly unimpressed with what she saw in you. He then gestured to the taller more robust woman in purple and the short man in the suit,

"Aunt Grizelda and Uncle Ubb," both of them seemed more or less indifferent towards you. And the finally to the two twins, who were both going you devilish grins,

"And my brothers Brett and Chett." You moved slightly closer to the Onceler, feeling a bit uncomfortable in your current situation with these people he called family. He told you about how they treated him, so you weren't exactly thrilled to be in their presence. Wondering why they decided to reappear in the Oncelers life you asked,

"What brings you all the way out here?"

Isabella seemed to be a bit taken back and slightly offended by the question. Snidely responding with,

"We came to see our little Oncie, after hearing about his success with his invention we thought we owed him a little visit." You 'hmmed' at her response, knowing that was only half true. She walked up to you and the Onceler, completely ignoring you when she said,

"Oncie dear, it's been so long since we've seen each other. We'd all love to stay for a while and catch up with you. Maybe talk a little bit about your amazing invention," she said pulling him away from you. He looked back towards you as she rambled, seeing the disappointment in your face as you turned to go back home. He loosened away from his mother's grip as he reassured her he'd be back,

"Hey hey," he said softly as he caught up with you. He stood in front of you, placing his hands on your shoulders gently, trying to get you to look at him. You looked up at him, giving him a falsified smile,

"It's ok Once, they're your family. Go spend some time with them. We'll have that celebratory drink some other time." He looked at you with a somber expression,

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah Once, I'm sure," you said as you took his hands off your shoulders gently and gave them a slight pat. You nodded before giving you a quick hug,

"Soon, I promise." He let go of you and headed back towards his home, waving you goodbye. You waved back, not realizing how drastically everything was about to changes between you two.

...

A month or so passed, and his family's camper van still nestled in it's spot from when it first arrived. From what you could tell the Onceler had turned it and his home into a shop for making as well as distributing Thneeds. Not that it was the main issue in the forefront of your mind, no, it was something else entirely.

The few times you went to visit, his mother was always interjecting herself into your conversations and taking control as quickly as she could. Often making the excuse that her Oncie was incredibly busy, or that he had other things to attend to that were more important. Frankly you were getting just about fed up with her always keeping the Onceler away, forcing him to make more Thneeds, and making you feel inadequate comparatively to her and his family. How you're shyness was a weakness and that you'd need to grow a backbone if you were ever going to make it in the world. And how your lifestyle wasn't as preferable to high class living like theirs, if you'd call it that. Knit picking the little things about you she didn't like, how you dressed, the way you styled your hair, how you carried yourself and what you took interest in. Which in turn made you keep some distance between you and the Onceler, or more than you would've cared for anyways. You just felt that his mother had complete control over the entire situation.

Nothing about you was appealing to her. She thought that since the Onceler had became as successful as he was, he deserved better. Even though before his success she didn't care what happened to him, he was just a disappointment to their family.

It was to the point where you didn't know if you could keep it together. To not scream at her for the way she was acting, but you needed to stay calm and collected for the Onceler, it wouldn't be fair to him if you lost it on his insufferable mother.

You took a deep breath as you finished getting ready to go have those celebratory drinks with the Onceler. He was able to get away from his work and his family and invite to his place for supper and drinks to which you happily agreed. You put on a cute floral dress the hugged your form in all the right places, but left enough to the imagination for someones wandering eyes. You finished with some light makeup, a spritz of honey like perfume, and grabbed your basket with some freshly picked berries and wine.

The walk was short and sweet as you tried keep your thoughts focused on what you were looking forward to that evening. Just a nice, calm, quiet dinner and a couple drinks with your friend. That's what you were hoping for anyways if you were lucky. You walked up the steps, your heart beating rapidly as you approached the door and knocked lightly, hoping not to catch his families attention. The door opened almost as quickly as you knocked, the Onceler in the other side, looking a bit disheveled as he motioned you inside. You stepped inside hastily as he closed the door behind him. You looked to the table, two platefuls of pancakes topped off with butter, two empty glasses waiting to filled with the wine you brought, and a candelabra centerpiece. You smiled as you set the berries and wine on the table before turning to him,

"You did a good job Once," she said as she walked over to give him a hug. He smiled back, he looked tiredly at her as he hugged her back lightly.

"Thank you," he let go and pulled out the chair for her. She sat down and he pushed her in closer to the table and sat adjacent from her, looking at her with admiration in his eyes,

"You look lovely," he said quietly as he popped open the wine you brought and poured both your glasses half full.

"Thank you Once,"you said as you took your glass in hand, looking down and lightly swishing at the rosy pink liquid. You looked up at him and rose your glass to him,

"To you and your Thneeds Once." He clinked his glass gently against yours, drinking down the sweet burn. The two of you ate your super and caught back up, not that there's was anything new on your end of things, just tending to your garden. But it was a different situation for the Onceler. His business was absolutely booming, he was making and selling more Thneeds than he ever imagined. Money was flowing in abundantly and he loved it. Eveything that was happening to him was exactly what he wanted, its what he dreamed of when he first moved into the forest. But he wanted more,he wanted to bigger and bigger his productions, his distribution, and expand everything. You smiled forcefully, you were happy for him truly, but there was something about his plans that didn't sit right with you. It all felt wrong.

As you continued your conversation with him you heard the door slam open and his mother flamboyantly made her presence known. You groaned internally as she shouted,

"Oncie dear, Brett and Chett," she stopped mid sentence when she saw you, eyeing you down with an unimpressed grin.

"Oh goodness, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," she said sarcastically as she walked over to the Onceler. You looked at him with a look he'd never seen before, bitterness.

"Well actually mother we were-" She refused to let him finish as she pulled his chair out and pulled him up trying to push him out the door,

"I'm sure it's not as important as talking about your business endeavors dearie. I'm sure you're little friend here doesn't mind, right?" She asked snidely raising her brows maliciously. You sighed in frustration as you stood up from the table and brushed your dress down,

"I guess not." You took a few steps away from the table and began to gather your things when she made the nastiest comment you'd ever heard her say about you,

"That's what I thought, you're a lot smarter than I figured you to be. Knowing that my Oncie has more important things to do than run around with a silly little girl. And if I may dearie, next time maybe wear something a little less revealing next time you come around here. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to seduce my precious Oncie." She snickered in a sour tone.

That statement did it in for you. You had it with that woman and her antics. After taking so much disrespect from her for almost a month, you couldn't stand it anymore.

You were done.

You and the Onceler had stared at her in disbelief, you turned your attention her and snapped,

"How dare you? How are you say something so awful and disrespectful to a woman you don't know? In your entire time of staying here all you've done is pick me apart, nothing about me is good enough for you," you paused. Her face dropped, apauled by your statement. She was about to speak, but your cut her off as you resumed your vent.

"But that's not even the worst of it, the fact that you've been keeping the Onceler under your thumb and away from the people who actually care about him is absolutely awful. You didn't give a shit about him until he became successful with his Thneeds, only then did you run running to his aid. While I have been here with him since day one, I've been the one who's had to comfort him when he had a bad day. I'm the one who told him not to give up and that his efforts would pay off. And I'm the one who's supported him through everything he's been through, and I'm not just talking about his business endeavors," you took a deep breath, feeling the anger truly bubbling over and spilling out infront of the Onceler and his mother before you took a dangerous leap and said,

"You are a bad mother Isabella. And frankly you should be ashamed of yourself." You said as you gathered your basket and stormed out the door. Leaving an astonished Onceler and his fuming mother behind.

...

The walk home that evening was a brutal one. Angrily stomping down the path and slamming the door behind you as soon as you got home. You washed your face and put on a comfy T-shirt and shorts, wanting to just spend the rest of the evening being as comfortable as possible. Letting the events sink in, you realized how terrible you must have looked in front of the Onceler while you ripped apart his mother. You sighed, trying to figure out how you were going to face him after all that happened earlier that evening.

Sitting in your chair you had a cup of chamomile tea in hand as you read peacefully, trying to clear your head before you head a gentle knock at your door. You got up and approached the door slowly, looking out the window see a familiar face.

"What are you doing here Once," you asked through the door. Not that you were bothered by his company, you just felt now probably wasn't the best time for a visit considering the circumstances.

"Can I come in?" He asked kindly. You opened the door with a tired sigh, motioning him inside and out of the darkness.

He sat at the small kitchen table as you brewed up a pot of tea, placing the mug in front of him as you sat adjacent, the soft light from a table side lamp was the only source illuminating the room. You both sat in silence for a little while, listening to the tick tock of the clock and sipped your tea respectively. You cleared your throat and broke the silence as you asked,

"Why are you here Onceler?" His expression dropped when he heard the usage of his full name. The only time you used it was when you were upset or serious, which meant this situation didn't look good in his eyes. He set his mug down and rested his elbows on the table as he looked at you,

"I want to apologize to you for this evening," he paused before he continued. You perked up when he apologized and listened intently as he continued,

"What happened at my home should never have happened. It should've just been you and me enjoying a meal and a celebratory drink, not my mother interrupting and insulting you as she did. And I'm so truly sorry I never noticed how awful she's been to you, if I had known sooner I would've intervened. But now that I know, I've taken care of the problem, I had a very stern talk with her and she wont be bothering you anymore, I promise Y/N," he said with heartfelt eyes. You looked at him a bit dumbfounded, not expecting to have this conversation after such a horrendous evening, but you weren't complaining in the slightest. You smiled at him as you sipped your tea,

"You don't know how much I appreciate that Once, but you didn't have to do that. I could've defended myself just fine." He cut in abruptly,

"No I wanted to, the way she spoke to you wasn't ok at all. And if I'm being honest I felt obligated to defend you," he said as he anxiously placef his hand behind his head, a dusting of pink littered his cheeks as he continued.

"What she said about you really irked me, calling you a silly little girl and how you dressed inappropriately, I couldn't stand it." You looked at him confused, not sure why he was so upset and angry over his mother's words. Sure what she said was terrible, but it shouldn't have been enough to get him as fired up as he was.

"It made you that upset?" You asked as you finished your tea and stood up to collect the mugs you used, putting them in the sink to wash later.

"Of course it did, you're my best friend Y/N and I care about you...a lot" he said as he stood and opened his arms to you. You approached him and hugged him softly, feeling his arms wrap around you tenderly. You smiled and your heart began to race,

"I'm so happy to have you Once. You always make everything so much better for me and I can't even begin to tell you how much I appreciate it," you said as you tightened your arms around him. He brought his hand to your head and rested it there,

"I'm happy to have you Y/N. You make everything feel like a dream sometimes," he said softly as he pulled away and looked into your eyes. His face a deep crimson and his pupils wide and full as he looked at you, slowly leaning forward. You blushed as the space between you got smaller and smaller, making you're heart race as you placed your hands on his polyester vest,

"What are you doing Once?"

"I..I," he stammered as his eyes darted to the side, breaking contact with yours as he tried to find an explanation for his actions.

"Once?" Your voice was sweet and caring, and whatever else was in that tone of yours broke him down.

"There's something I should tell you," he started looking away in embarrassment before he continued once more.

"I've liked you for a really long time now, and I just never really knew how to tell you. I didn't want to ruin our friendship and make things awkward between us, so I just kept it to myself. But after tonight I realized how much you mean to me, and I don't wanna hide it anymore. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

You smiled as your face turned a bright red, now realizing that the man you had feelings for all this time felt the same way you did. Your hand wandered to his cheek and rested there, him leaning into your touch.

"I understand what you're saying very well Once," you grinned as you looked deeper into his icy blue orbs. Your heart raced against your breastplate harshly as his hand reached for your waist.

"You feel the same way?" He asked in a whisper. You nodded as you pulled him into a tight embrace. Feeling his hands cautiously wrap around your waist as he hugged back. Your hands lightly ran down his back, causing him to shiver involuntarily. You were about to pull back when he firmly held you in place, it wasn't aggressive, but enough to let you know he wanted you to stay there. His hot breath on your sensitive neck caused you to shiver slightly as you tried to steady your breathing. He took note of your body's reactions and he moved to face you,

"Is everything ok Y/N? You're shaking," he said in concern as he looked at you with a caring gaze. You nodded in response,

"I'm alright Once. Just," your face grew hot in embarrassment as you tired to find the right words to explain what was happening. You took a deep, jagged breath as you whispered,

"The way you were breathing against my neck, it felt nice." He gave you a devilish smile as he lowered his head back to your neck and let out a deep exhale. Your hands gripped at his back as you held in the need to moan, that was until he planted a soft kiss on your now ultra sensitive skin. You let out a low groan in response to his actions, feeling your self control dwindle as his kisses become more passionate against your neck. You gave out needy whimpers as you felt his nether regions begin to stiff against you thigh. Your hands roamed down as he began to playfully nip at your neck, causing you to moan out loudly.

"Once," you whimpered against his ear. He chuckled against your wet skin,

"So sensitive," he teased as he began to move his hands delicately up your shirt, testing the waters. Your hands moved down his back and maneuvered towards the front dangerously close to his now throbbing member, looking at him for permission. She nodded as he began to push the collar of your shirt down and kissed down your collarbone. Your hand gently brushed against his bulge, he shivered at your touch, groaning lustfully into your neck.

"Y/N," he gave a breathy grunt as your fingers skillfully ran along his shaft and rubbed his tip through his trousers. He was crumbling fast, as were you. Both stumbling over one another, your hand palming and rubbing vigorously as his kisses becoming more needy. You brought your hands up to his back as whispered in his ear,

"Let's take this to my room."

You didn't need to tell him twice, he practically carried you to your room and shut the door quietly behind him before approaching you slowly. He brought his hand to your face as he looked you in the eyes,

"I love you so much," he whispered as he brought his lips to your plush ones. Feeling his hands wander to your arms and gripped them gently as he lips moved down your jaw. You felt him pepper your jaw and neck in soft kisses before letting out a shuddered breath against your skin once more. You shook against him as his hands cautiously began to run up your shirt. You pulled away and lifted your arms, allowing him to take your shirt off, leaving your upper half bare for him. He pushed you lightly back on to the bed as he lips made contact with your collarbone. Causing you to shake and shiver under him as his hands pulled off your shorts and grasped at your thighs,

"Once," you moaned out softly as his lips traced the skin of your breast.

"Is this ok?" He let out a shaky whisper against the flushed skin. You nodded as you guided one of his hands that rested on your thighs to the heat between your legs. He looked up at you in surprise for a moment as you pressed his hand against your plush, slick folds. He let out a guttural moan from his throat as his expression of surprise turned to one of pure desire. He latched his lips on to your hardened buds, while his fingers gently pressed against your clit. You let out a squeal as he worked his fingers against your burning heat, placing a hand in his ebony locks to find some sort of grounding.

"I can hear your heartbeat Y/N," he said softly in between kisses and light nips at your skin. He began to trail his kisses down you stomach as his fingers gently pushed a long, slick covered digit into you. You shuddered at the fulfillment in your heat as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you. It was almost cruel and how slow he was going, arching your back and slightly bucking you hips against his hand trying to create juts a little more friction.

His lips now hovered right above your clit, giving an exasperated sigh before licking a fat stripe between your folds and attacking your clit eagerly as he added another digit into your sopping pussy. You let out an loud, pleasurable moan as he continued to work his fingers against your wet walks and his tounge sucking on your clit tenderly. Your hands wandered down into his hair once more, keeping him firmly between your legs. You let out desperate, pleading moans as he continued his slow pace,

"Once, faster please," you begged in gentle, breathy burst as you felt the coil in your course slowly building up. He hummed against your pussy as he kept his steady pace, his face and hand lightly covered in your slick. Your fingers gripped and pulled lightly as his locks, needing more friction as the coil continued to build. And though he wanted to drag it out, he knew better than to overly tease you.

The pace of his limber fingers slowly picked up and his tounge swiped swiftly across your small bundle of nerves. He added a third finger, stretching you gently as his fingers pace steadily grew faster and faster. You pleas and moans filled to room, as well as the sound of your squelching heat against the Oncelers fingers. His free hand spread your thigh as far as it could go, trying to reveal as much of yourself to tim as possible, seeing you in all your wet, messy glory. You arched your back as far as it could go and threw your head back onto the pillow as you felt yourself losing control. Unfiltered moans spilling out of your mouth as you pressed his face in between your legs as much as you could without hurting him, wanting him to finish what he started. He hummed against you clit as his pace began to become erratic, wanting to speed up too fast, but knowing that if he'd slow down you'd be very displeased.

Your legs began to shake as your orgasm approached,

"Once, I, fuck," you mewled out. Cumming on his fingers and in his mouth as he gave an approving grunt. He lapped up your fluids thoroughly before stepping back and off the bed, stripping down in front of you. You looked up and down his form in admiration, seeing his lean torso and slightly toned arms made your heart beat faster in anticipation. Your eyes wandered down to his clear bulge in his boxers as he pulled them down swiftly letting his cock spring free.

It was fair in length, decent girth, a few veins scattered along the shaft, and a tip leaking ungodly amounts of precum. You looked up at him, seeing his face a deep red and avoiding eye contact with you, looking slightly ashamed of himself.

"Hey," you spoke sweetly and softly to him as you watched him hesitantly walk to your side of the bed, but not crawling in it.

"What's the matter Once?" You asked as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at you with a shamed experience,

"It's just, I don't have much experience," he said as he rubbed to back of his neck. You gave him a remorseful smile and gestured him to come crawl in the bed next to you. He nodded as he made his way to you, his weight sinking into the mattress as he laid his head on your chest,

"It's ok Once, you don't have to feel ashamed for not having much experience. I'm here with you now because I want to be. And if it makes you feel better, I don't have much either, so we'll help each other along the way, ok?" You whispered to him and gave him a light kiss on his forehead head. He looked at you with the most loving look you'd ever seen in a man as his lips crashed on to yours passionately. He crawled on to of you cautiously as or not hurt you and spread your legs, feeling his patience depleting with each passing second. He pulled his lips away from yours and adjusted his throbbing member at your entrance, looking at you innocently for permission, you nodded your head with haste,

"Please Once," desire dripping off your tounge as he sheathed himself slowly inside of your wet folds. A loud, high pitched groan erupted from his throat once he was fully inside of you,

"Fuck," he cursed out in a breathy moan, his hands gripped your thighs tightly, trying to keep himself from being overly rough with you. You moaned out his name, letting your hands roam up his back and nails digging into his pale skin as he began to softly thrust his hips against yours. His thrusts were soft and gentle at first, his hands resting on your face as he looked into your eyes with need,

"You're so beautiful," he praised, placing a soft kiss in your forehead as his pace was slow and steady. He wanted to savor it, every movement, every expression you made, every sound, all of it. He never had any like this before in his life and never wanted to lose it.

You bucked your hips up slightly, wanting him to pick the pace as you moaned gently,

"Once, more, please," you begged slightly. He took note of your plea and thrusted faster and a bit more rough than before, causing you to let out a surprised yelp. He stopped for a moment and looked at you with worry,

"I'm not hurting you am I?" He asked in a breathy whisper. You shook your head as you pulled him in and against your chest,

"Not at all, I liked it," you whispered back. That was all he needed to hear from you. He nodded before he thrusted into you harshly, causing you to arch your back in pleasure. He chuckled to himself as he began to snap his hips against yours, thrusting his cock roughly in out of your dripping pussy. You let out desperate yelps and moans as he gripped your shoulders, your nails dragging against the skin of his back as he seemed to hit all the right spots.

"God you look so good like this, you're so beautiful Y/N," he moaned out, almost in a whimpering manner. You clenched around him in response as his gripped loosened on your shoulders and moved down to your hips. Gripping you tightly once again as his lips made contact with your neck, kissing and nipping gently as his moans began to turn into needy whimpers.

Your hands roam from his now scratched up back to his face, looking at him with loving eyes and taking in the sight of him above you. His face red, eyes completely drowned in lust and desire, and a light layer a of sweat across his brow. His grip became more harsh as he looked into your eyes,

"So, pretty," he stuttered as he pulled you up into a sitting position in his lap and he continued to thrust into you, slamming your hips down against his. The new angle allowed him to penetrate deeper into you, causing you to throw back your head in ecstacy, your release slowly approaching one again. Your moans and yelps became louder and more frequent as he thrusted up into you. He took note of how close you were and wrapped his arms around you, placing his hands on your back and gripping them gently,

"You close sweet girl," he cooed in a breathy whisper. You nodded as you squeezed you eyes shut and hugged him tightly. He kissed your head sweetly, his pace steady as you felt your release wash over you abruptly.

You gave him a long, pleasure filled moan as you squeezed your entire being around him, holding onto to him like your life depended on it. His pace slowly began to speed up and his moans and whimpers became more desperate,

"I love you so much, you're so perfect Y/N, fuck," he yelled against your neck, causing you to shiver in his arms. His soft grip on your back soon turned into his nails gently digging into your soft skin as his thrusts were harder than they'd been that night. He could feel he was close, his breath heavy, grip harsh and needy, as the sounds he made we absolutely unholy to say the least. You brought your lips to his ear as you let a out breathy moan,

"Please cum inside of me Once, please." That was enough for him. As soon as the words feel off your tounge, his body tensed up and shook as his cock twitched inside of you, letting himself fill you with his hot seed. He mewled out praises of you, how much he loved you and how good you were for him as he rode out his high.

You felt him soften inside of you before pulling yourself off of him, laying down next to him as he continued to catch his breath. He looked at you with soft eyes as he ran his slender fingers through your hair as he whispered,

"You have no idea how long I wanted to do that," eh chuckled as he kissed your cheek tenderly.

"Oh believe me, I know."

#onceler x reader #onceler #the onceler #Onceler x reader smut #the lorax

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cherryrainn · 2 years ago

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✶ ˚ * ✬ 𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 2! ✬ * ˚ ✶

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greedler x librarian reader

puppy princess; onceler x reader songfic

sub onceler x fem reader smut

enemies to lovers; greedler x fem reader smut

1972 onceler x typical housewife reader

bottom onceler x male reader smut

greedler x secretary reader smut

onceler x autistic reader headcanons

you're going through a breakup and greedlers there to help you (smut)

headcanons of stuff onceler does to cope by himself and reader because of him mom

onceler x reader that gets talkative with him only

taking care of sick onceler

onceler headcanons with a s/o who is shorter than him

onceler walking on s/o that relapsed on sh due to a ptsd attack

onceler x child reader that got abused (plat)

onceler x reader who has trauma from r@p3 and abuse

onceler x reader that’s insecure about their body

greedler x male! reader that's taller than him headcanons

being greedlers trophy spouse

mentally ill! greedler x reader

onceler x reader; seeing eachother again after years

onceler x fem! reader who lost a pet

onceler x fem! reader who broke her leg

greedler x nb!reader getting top surgery

greedler helping reader that has a migraine

onceler x fem! reader with a strong personality

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rbk4nherstuff · 1 year ago

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ONCELER HEACANONS !!!

!! 【ＷＡＲＮＩＮＧ　：(NSFW & SFW) this topic might be disturbing for others. THis content has sexual theme】 !!

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(PS> YOU´RE HIS GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND)

(!SFW!) He likes always re-listen to every of his songs he made on his guitar. He sometimes loves to share you his songs, but he usually gets embarassed at the end, and rather stops singing and/or playing the song.

He sometimes search up for pick-up lines on the internet, so he can say some to you. He once tried to make one by his own self, but he found it lame and embarrassing.

This dude LOVES cuddles. He always could cuddle you at everytime, even if you two are ona bad day, or had a small argue. He can even cuddle you when he´s upset or angry at you. And when it comes to spooning with you. He likes being the big spoon, but he likes it more when you are the big spoon, but he´s too embarrassed and somewhat shy to tell you.

When you currently have a bad day, he will comfort you, of cours.

He likes making you small hearts by paper and write his intitials on it, then give it to you.

He always wanted a loving, tiny family with you, and adorable little Oncelers running around the cottage. (If you´re a male, then adoption, of course)

!NSFW! When you seem stressed, he usually likes to ask you to love him at night.

He can get sometimes TOO excited. Like, he can´t sometimes control himself and moves forward too much, until you say otherwise to.

He always respects you, doesn´t want to hurt you at all. But if you desire for more, he doesn´t hesitate.

He sometimes feels the pleasure too overwhelming, so he is able to stop or rest at anytime. And when he feels like it, he doesn´t continue and just leaves you hanging there and gets back into his clothes, or continue but with more force and urgent.

When he´s alone. and doesn´t see you around, he is able to touch himself until he finishes. He usually does that at night, when you´re sleeping. And he tries to do it quiet, but that´s not always possible, because he can´t control his wines and moans sometimes.

He likes when you touch him, he just leans his head back and try to dodge his noises and sounds.

Onceler also likes when he gets head from you, he feels so comfortable and free at those moment, but if he feels too good, he can stop you. Also, he doesn´t want you to feel uncomfortable at all, so he always asks you to stop anytime you want.

When you or him are too loud while the actions, he covers your or/and his mouth with his free hand.

He feels weird about his manhood, he always thought his was more different than the other men´s.

He likes touching you, but he sometimes feels like a pervert for it.

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ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ! ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ!! >_< ɪ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ. ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱᴘᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ.

#onceler #onceler x reader #onceler fandom #headcanon #headcanons #hcs #fictional characters

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littlemissstel · 5 months ago

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The Lorax!Shiu Kong x Once-ler!Reader

credit to @phantomremi for the wonderful idea and thank you having patience with me! This was very amusing TT

ANGST?!, intentional cringe, use of (y/n), gender neutral reader (i think)

You look back on the past with deep regret and shame...shame for what could've been. The wrinkles of your skin resembled the rings of cut down truffula trees and stayed hidden beneath the fraying fabric of your green gloves which weighed heavy on you, body and mind. Your gloves were the only remaining evidence of your time back then, you had long since burned the letters, gifts, trinkets, photographs that could take you back to the memories you tried so hard to erase. Though all of that seemed to be in vain now, as you sit in front of your window, speaking to a young boy- ted- who persisted on knowing what happened to the trees, recalling the tale of the lorax...your lover.

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A young and bright inventor with a bright future no one believed in. You had first met him in the middle of the forest and his appearance rendered you speechless for a few seconds before snapping back into reality. The face of a human and body of a- well you still don't really know. Perhaps an extremely hairy mole rat? Anyway, he was handsome if you ignored some of the other parts, with a huge, luscious, yellow mustache and bushy eyebrows which threatened to hide his thin and accusing eyes.

He started a long, long monologue about "speaking for the trees" but you weren't really paying attention. I guess you could call it love at first sight because his deep voice reprimanding you acted a reward rather a punishment. You would cut down a thousand more trees just to hear it again.

"Did you or did you not cut down this--"

"Yeah, yeah, uh-huh- look Mr forest guardian"

"Shiu Lorax."

"Yeah that too. I need these trees, okay? They make the yarn for my new invention, 'thneads' " you say, exaggerating each syllable condescendingly, "and if everything goes to plan- which it will- i'm going to use up this entire forest."

"That's ridiculous! Out of the question."

"Right..."

"Then you leave me no choice. If you're not gone by the time the sun sets on this valley, all the forces of nature will be unleashed upon you and curse you until the end of your days! You have been warned."

It took all the strength you had inside not to laugh in his face at that. Albeit you'd have to bend down to his height first but still! To see a thing of his stature threaten you with all his might, you had to wonder if this was some eccentric joke.

With a deep sigh you stepped back, reaching into your pocket to grab the last marshmallow and displayed it out to him as a peace offering.

"I think we've set off on the wrong foot. How about you come over to my tent for dinner and we can have a little talk? You'll tell me about how you magically sprout from stumps and I'll tell you about my business plans- come to a compromise?"

"A compromise", he jests to himself lowly before pulling out a pipe from thin air and smacking your hand with it. "A compromise she says. There will be no compromising. And don't insult me with your cheap gifts."

"Alright then...But i still think you should come over anyway. Please?"

A silence was held between you, and then an exhale as he so animatedly dropped his shoulders in defeat.

"Fine."

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And the rest was history. It's still unapparent what bonded the two of you that night but from that moment on you were inseparable. It was like you fell into a deep trance of adoration but you didn't mind because it was clear he felt the same. You spent the days gallivanting through the winding rows of trees and the nights curled up as the big spoon, whispering sweet nothings into each others ears. You taught him how to thread his eyebrows and he taught you the history of the forest his very existence was dedicated to. For a moment you thought he could share some of that dedication to you too, and so you let your plans of mass producing 'thneads' fall into the back of your mind, making room for your new plans of a future with Shiu.

There was no alternative in your mind. You would spend the next six months with him, living in isolated bliss surrounded by nature and filled with love- something so foreign from what you were used to- everything felt worth it. But good things can't last forever.

Life was going on as per usual. It was often you would make trips to the nearby town to stock up on essentials and today you had made a point of being productive, doing just that. It was hard to live in the forest at times but with Shiu being a mystery to humans you knew there was no changing it. It was safer this way and no matter what, someone would have to make a sacrifice, so you took it in your stride, balancing the growing loneliness that was somewhat nulled by your lover. In normal routine you eventually made it to your rented post box - given you didn't technically have an address- only to be greeted by a letter...from your mother.

There was no other word to describe your relationship but strained. She was a woman strained of empathy and the majority of your childhood was spent straining yourself for her affection. It never seemed like a fair transaction in your relationship and yet, it only made you yearn for a closer bond more. Bellow the resentment, you acknowledged she was still your mother and so when she detailed of the families newfound financial struggle, you knew there was only one thing to do.

Resume business.

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You had tried to reach Shiu. Try to get him to understand the weight of the situation, how the answer to your families consuming debt was in the tuffs of the truffula trees but it was a wasted plea. The gleeful days and dream-like nights stopped abruptly. A fracture in your romantic facade. Quickly were you reminded of his duty to the trees and quickly were you reminded of your differences.

In an attempt to keep in both your interests you farmed the truffula sustainably, but as demand grew and your family eventually joined you in your business endeavor, it became more apparent that sustainability was a luxury you couldn't afford. One had to go, and you feared the decision had already been made long ago when Shiu moved out after a particularly heated argument about your business expansion. You hadn't seen him in well over a month and to give up everything you had dreamed about for a man (thing) who would never have you as his first priority? That would make you the most pitiful being.

And so you cut, and you cut and you cut. Cut down each and every tree in sight from your over looming mansion, built factories on every plot of land and watched as the money filled you with a new sense of love. A love that you received from thousands everywhere you went, thanking you, looking up to you, idolising you. It was addictive. You were an unstoppable, untouchable force and no one thought to protest against it. The animals who fought for their habitat gave up after being filtered out by the loud noise of machinery and deforesting tractors. You were finally at the top.

Until he came to visit once again.

At first you thought it was the end of the world when the ray of bright light opened up in the sky to show a small descending figure. He came down like some otherworldly being, holding his ass with one hand which you can only assume must be necessary and landed gracefully on your balcony with a solemn expression. It had been years by now, years since he abandoned you and you weren't sure what you felt.

"(y/n)..." he started, jumping down from the railing and entering the extravagant office were you sat. "Happy yet? You fill that hole deep down inside you? Or do you still need more?"

"So much for guardian of the forest then, huh Lorax?"

He stiffened from the use of his last name. He was wise enough to know that your separation had left a sore on your heart but to feel it so directly made the pit in his stomach deepen.

"Look, if you've got a problem with what I'm doing, why haven't you used your quote-unquote powers to stop me?"

" I told you, that's not how it works."

"Right, I forgot. You're a fraud. I need you to get out. Now!"

"Why? Do I make you uncomfortable? Remind you of the promises you made? The person you used to be?"

"You know what? My conscience is clear and I intend to keep on expanding and expanding, and turning more Truffula trees in to Thneeds which everyone wants because everyone needs! And nothing, no, NOTHING is going to stop me!"

"Really? Because you've just chopped down the last one..."

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At the time you didn't realise the implications of what it all meant, no, you just kept on screaming at him, cursing him for leaving and then cursing him for coming back. It was only after he ascended back into the midnight sky and you passed out on the cold marble floor had reality settled. Now it was all over. You had tired all resources, there was nothing left but your flimsy side businesses and investments. Your spending had outgrown your income but with all the recent events you didn't have the ability to care. And so you watched as the numbers dwindled further and further until you were left with nothing but the rotting structure of your once opulent home.

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It's how you ended up here. Talking through a long tube to a boy, the first person you'd encountered in decades about how you were the end to all trees. Of how wealth and greed benefited no-one, of how it only gave you more to lose. There was nothing for you now, you had come to terms with that and only lived with the slight hope you would one day get to see the orange ball of fur that stole your heart. In one last act of redemption, you gave Ted the final truffula seed telling him to plant it right in the centre of his town for everyone to see. You hoped that the new generation would be able to regrow what you uprooted.

And maybe, you'd be able to ascend into the sky with Shiu, together.

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

Out of all things i thought i'd ever write this was not on the table but omg was it entertaining and very fun! i'll have to edit it tomorrow.

Please feel free to leave any recs/ideas x

#jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #shiu kong #shiu x reader #jjk shiu #jujustsu kaisen x reader #shiu kong x reader #the lorax #lorax 2012 #lorax fandom #the onceler #onceler fandom #lorax x reader #angst #jjk au #littlemissstel

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b-type-a · 11 days ago

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2 weeks since payday

The Onceler x assistant reader

Mild burn, odd behavior, uncomfortable boss, heartbroken man, everyone needs therapy, kinda joke but can be seen as serious, Tom from accounting looks like Paul Dano in my head, Delusions, obsessive behavior

WARNING: the reader is no better than him, they both are codependent in a way

A/N: This one was made on a whim, not my best work but whatever

Words: 2,335

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Another day, another slay. At least that's what I told myself when I woke up to my leaky roof and humid bedsheets. You might ask, but why? Why let the roof leak and make the bedsheets get humid and gross and possibly grow mold? Simple, I don't have money to fix the damn roof in the first place. Then you might ask, well what about your job, and that ladies, gentlemen, others, neither, is exactly why I don't have money.

You see I work for the Onceler, a wealthy man, and not to be cliché, but I'm his personal assistant. Before you ask, no, unfortunately, he does not bend me over the desk and spoil me rotten, that's what his secretary is for apparently. No, I get extra special treatment, I get to see the even more intimate parts of him, his true self. And when I tell you it's anything but a blessing, I'm not joking. Tell me why this man asked for a coffee, I get him a coffee, and he complains I didn't get him enough coffee. I'm sorry were the five pumps of caramel and syrup, that you asked for, filling up your large coffee cup? My bad let me go bend the molecules of the cup to make it bigger, oh? You don't want a bigger cup? Sorry, let me change the rules of reality, so your cup stays the same size, but you get more coffee. Yet I in my good, kind-hearted nature decided he needed someone there for him emotionally.

I won't lie, I have seen him in weaker moments when sales decline, and he gets stressed and has little breakdowns. I see the humanity and I feel pity, so I stick around, but at what cost, my downfall, apparently. Because showing weakness locked me in forever I guess, now even if I died, he’d probably find some way to bring me back from the dead. Just to complain about the taste of his cream cheese bagel, and how no one does it like he likes it, unless when I make it. Sometimes I wonder if the secretary has it better, but then I remember how easily replaceable she is and come to the conclusion, yes, she has it easier because at least she can be free one day. Also, this whole time I was driving to work by the way, I know, you probably still imagined me in bed, but I'm a maladaptive daydreamer I have these kinds of conversations with myself while getting work done. Anyway, as much as I like inner dialogue at some point I'll have to encounter real talking, like with others, and enjoy the silence with me for only a moment longer.

KNOCK KNOCK

Moment of silence ruined, I look over to my left and see the bishop boy, no older than 17, no younger than 15, he's a bubbly kid, with a Brooklyn accent, slick back hair, Jesse from Full House aesthetic. he was a good kid, a great kid even, but I wasn't really in the mood for his usual morning greeting that consisted of many questions.

“Mornin’, how has your mornin’ been? Mine's been well, did you eat today? I didn't, I was almost late today, how was traffic?” I nodded my head along, not retaining any information the kid was springing at me.

“That's lovely kiddo, wanna let me in, thanks” The kid chuckled and nodded going over and pressing the buzzer, opening the gates.

I waved in thanks before driving up into the parking spot just for the Onceler's personal team, I pulled my car up next to the secretary’s car and parked. Glancing over, I see Tom from accounting in the passenger seat back and the windows seemed fogged up. I rather not think too hard about it, and quickly got out of my car and rushed inside. As I make my way down the long, horribly red and green hallways, I question why I keep coming back. If I haven't made it clear, which I doubt I have I never do, I haven't gotten a paycheck for about two weeks. Yup, you heard me, two weeks. I am also pretty sure I've made it this far because he pays for my bills. But also, he doesn't give me extra money for things like my leaky roof, clothes, eating out in places, not that I need to do that last one. He always takes me somewhere to eat for lunch as an excuse not to go to meetings. Still, I kinda like the other two things, he gives me enough to survive but not to live, you know.

I walk up to the big doors I've grown to resent, glancing at the secretary's desk, she's obviously not there, she was busy with Tom in the parking lot after all. I mean, pop off I guess, none of my business. I look back up, pushing past the doors and seeing the man himself, being a stalker. He was looking out his window, probably at his secretary's car that had been presumably parked there a suspicious amount of time without his lovely secretary leaving it. I didn't know what to do, should I save him the realization or let this play out? Then I realized if he got all down in the dumps, I was going to be the one he cried on while drinking half a glass of whiskey before passing out and later vomiting. I quickly coughed and caught his attention, he turned, not really wanting to look away from the car.

“Hey, your Pookie can wait. She literally works just outside your office every day, hurry up you have a thick schedule as always” I knew mentioning the boring stuff would make him groan in annoyance and look to me to make a whiney complaint. Perfect, he's distracted.

“I hate actually working, can't I just work on my Thneedville model” There he goes with the complaining again.

“You did that once because I was sick and your secretary is easily manipulated by your fake charms and ended up missing all your meetings. Caused marketing to be held back a few days and everything to fall behind the deadline” I sighed rolling my eyes, so the headache began.

“Listen, I don't pay you to lecture me” He huffed walking over to me with his slender frame, the white button-up and loose tie dangling from his neck, followed by his long green gloves and black slacks. No shoes tho, though he either roamed barefoot or with socks when he was in his office, something about the comfort.

“You actually don't pay me at all” He rolled his eyes at my comment, and he leaned on his desk.

“I don't need to, you live fine, I pay for your bills” He smirked like what he said was worth a mic drop, as if.

“And yet, my roof is leaking, and I don't eat breakfast or dinner because I have literally no money at all. Most people are either broke or rich or somewhere in between of being in debt or constantly spending money, I am like none of them. My bank account is always at zero” God please someone get the secretary to distract him I'm already going insane, it's been 20 minutes on a Monday.

“Whatever, hey, did you happen to see Miss. Trudy on your way in? I saw you park next to her and I haven't seen her come out yet” God that's not what I meant by distracting him with the secretary, do you hate me?

“No, I haven't technically seen her, I was too busy getting inside” Please be enough.

“What do you mean technically? So you know where she is?” Bro, the universe wants me dead for trying to be a good person.

“She's been busy from what I know” Spare him the details, good thinking me.

“With what?” I'm about to jump out the window, I swear.

“Tom” Short and simple.

“Tom? From accounting? For what? I don't need anything from them?” She does apparently

“Who knows, can we get back on topic, you have a meeting in like 30 minutes, and by in 30 minutes I mean 30 minutes ago you had this meeting in 30 minutes” I looked at the schedule that we were already behind in.

Jeez, already screwed over by the secretary and stupid Tom in accounting. It's like working for 10 kindergartners in a trench coat, always having to refocus him from his obsessions. He groaned but went to grab his shoes. I still don't remember when he got comfortable enough to just do that around me. I don't care, as long as he keeps the grippers locked up, The summer was brutal, no more comments about it.

Anyway, we went about our day, a few stranglers here and there nothing severe, until about 6 in the afternoon, late I know, don't remind me. He wanted to say goodbye to his special little secretary and I being tired wasn't paying attention to how you could literally see her being held by Tom from the shadow around the corner. Cliché as HELL, and maybe that's why my life sucks, this is some crap you see in fan fiction that you find at like 3 AM for the hell of it. My point is, that we turned the very uncomfortable corner to a very sloppy-I mean-sappy make-out session between the two. I was too late to try to distract the Onceler the damage was done, he immediately blew up on Tom, one because that was his little obsession Tom was kissing, but also because the poor fella was hella butt hurt. In his rage, he fired them both before dragging me away to his office, probably to rant about professionalism before crying and drinking. Guess either way I was going to get to this point, at least we got through most of the schedule before the crying and screaming.

“I can't believe this! She was just casually swapping spit with TOM, of all people! TOM, from accounting! No one willingly kisses anyone who works in accounting. Did I mean anything to her? I gave her my everything and she just threw it away!” Wow, he really loved that girl, I thought it was just his ego, but he looks like he just caught his girlfriend cheating on him.

“You guys were never official, seemed more like a repetitive fling”

“A fling!? She wasn't just a fling, she was my world, and she was supposed to be mine, I wanted to ask her out but, you keep making me be responsible and crap, now, now I know she never really was mine to begin with, huh?” He looked down, falling back into his office chair and covering his face, crap, this is a lot more serious than I thought it would be.

“Look at the bright side, if she didn't see you as someone worth her time. Then maybe it was for the best you guys didn't get serious” I went over and leaned on his desk crossing my arms over my chest, trying to seem reassuring in my tone.

“I know” That was probably the least convincing tone I've ever heard.

“Listen, it's not the end of the world, you're rich and young and decent, I'm sure there are plenty of people who would like a chance with you.” I mean, I'm not lying to him technically.

“Ya but, how many of them would like me for me” Damn it do you always have to ask the hard-to-answer questions man

“Love, real pure love, is hard. Rich, poor, young, old, it doesn't matter, it's hard, and it will stay hard forever, but you can't let it beat you up like this” Where is this coming from? When did I get so wise about love, I guess the coach doesn't play, right? Or is there something under my skin surfacing? I'm probably just tweaking.

“I guess… Hey, do you, ever think about me outside of work?” Random, but also a valid question, do I?

“Well, I mean, if I think about it, I guess I do, do you think of me?” Am I possessed or something? What's going on here

“Sometimes, before I sleep, sometimes because of that I see you in my dreams” That's, nice? I'm not really sure if this is making me feel warm because it's embarrassment, or something deeper. Oh, crap, is this deeper?

“That's nice… How are you feeling?” Good, let's change the topic, good idea.

“Better, I guess, I was just, overreacted and, I also, realized something about myself”

“That's good to hear” The silence after that was loud, it was just us, in his office alone, I wasn't sure what I was feeling, or how this conversation would affect the future. This really made me think about things, things I never thought of before, like, how, even if the secretary was set free, was that something I really wanted deep down. Did I actually enjoy being his constant, his real help, his real rock? Was this an eye-opening experience to the relationship we have and how intimate it really is, sure it not the normal kind he had with Miss. Trudy, but it's more than just the physical. How have I never noticed, am I really that distracted?

“So, wanna go get food” The words left me without permission, but I wouldn't say I regret it, I wouldn't say I want to take it back. I don't think I ever wanted to quit, not out of my own kindness but out of something more. He stood up with a soft smile, one I brushed off but now, I really saw it, the small way he smirked with his teeth showing a little. I smiled back, maybe this was the start of something worth my time, worth the headache and the complaints.

“Yeah, I'm down”

I think, I think this is worth it, maybe I can enjoy my job for once.

“I still need to get paid”

“Yeah whatever”

“I'm serious”

“I know”

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New Elite Chapter 12

God, I'm sorry this took forever. In my defense, this was by far the hardest chapter to write. The language of the time period coupled with smut was a CHALLENGE. But yeah, smut ahead.

Nellie takes you inside, knowing her way around from the few times she’d been here to help prepare for your arrival. You barely have any time to take in the expansive interior of the dark house before Nellie shows you into a room, getting lights on for you and having you sit at a large vanity.

As Nellie prepares, you look around the room that now belonged to you. There was a bed taking up most of the space, and it was outfitted with extra blankets for the winter. A closet there was also, stuffed to the brim with clothes, most of them unfamiliar. There were a couple new jewelry boxes on the vanity, but what surprised you most of all was a small bookshelf containing all of your favorites. He’d even procured a copy of Shakespeare’s entire works for you.

“How did he know what I like?” you ask as Nellie drifts back over to you, the lights now bathing the room in a warm yellow glow. “The books, I mean. I’m shocked he went to the trouble of getting all these.”

“He asked me,” Nellie responds mildly as she looks around for a brush. “When he was first bringing me to work from your mother’s, he asked me a lot of things about you. I daresay you’ll find your closet full of styles and colors you prefer, and that he’ll have his cook prepare plenty of your favorite foods.”

You blink a few times. You certainly never expected him to go to the lengths of discussing those things with Nellie to make a more comfortable environment for you. Even Mrs. Ryan had not done that, though you supposed that stay was always meant to be temporary.

But even those small comforts, lovely as they are, can’t cure the anxiety that the night still brings. You suspect Nellie senses this, for she gently turns your attention away from everything and back to the vanity. “Let’s get all of this out of your hair,” she murmurs as she starts carefully removing pins.

There’s no hope of getting the curls out of your hair without another bath, which you definitely do not have time for. Therefore, all Nellie does is brush them out slightly, arranging them in a less messy order. You liked having your hair down, though it did seem a little unusual now. Nellie also helps you out of your bridal gown and into a luxurious white robe your new husband had provided for you.

“What am I supposed to do afterwards? Am I supposed to come back here?” you ask as Nellie drips a tiny bit more perfume on your wrists.

“I’m sure he’ll let you know. He won’t let you get lost,” she says as soothingly as she can, right as there’s a knock on the door. You blanche, but Nellie’s already standing to answer it.

She barely cracks the door so you don’t see the speaker, but you do hear an unfamiliar male voice. “My master is requesting the presence of his wife.”

“Tell him I shall bring her posthaste. She’s just finishing getting ready,” Nellie answers in a low voice before closing the door and turning back to you. “You know I can’t stall any longer,” she apologizes. “But don’t fret much. He’ll be gentle with you, you know that.”

“I know,” you sigh, running your fingers through your hair once. “I’ve just been taught my whole life to fear this. That won’t go away, no matter what assurances he or anyone else gives me. But give me the tincture, will you?”

Nellie takes the fertility tincture and puts a couple drops under your tongue, then you take a sip of water to wash the bitter taste out. Now you truly can’t put this off. “You’ll be fine,” Nellie insists before she creaks the door open again, waiting for you out in the hall. You allow yourself one deep breath before following her.

The mysterious man is gone, and you encounter no one as you follow Nellie down the hall. You’re surprised that his own bedroom isn’t far from yours; you’d assume he’d want a bit more privacy. But Nellie points out the correct door herself, and based on the small bit of light you see escaping from the bottom, you’re sure it’s the right one.

She gives you a brief hug before disappearing into the darkness. You watch her go, then lift your hand to rap your knuckles against the wood.

Almost instantly, he opens the door for you, smiling slightly before stepping aside to let you through. You walk in rubbing your arms, feeling decidedly self-conscious. “You look lovely,” he starts, capturing one of your curls in between his fingers. “You should wear your hair down more often. It suits you.”

“It’s not considered proper for a woman to wear her hair down in public, especially a married one,” you state baldly, giving him the bog standard answer that had been drilled into you since birth.

“Well, I’m not going to force those rules on you in the house,” he says in that same soft voice. “You can dress and wear your hair how you like when it’s just the two of us.” You refrain from saying anything. You didn’t think he meant to come off like this, but his talk of what he “allowed” you to do sounded a lot like he was making you his property. You wouldn’t say anything about it this time, but you didn’t like it.

He plays with your curl for a moment more before letting it fall. “Look,” he says with a heavy sigh. “I’m not blind. I can tell you’re scared. We… don’t have to do this if you don’t want. I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”

You look up at him in near disbelief. Now that you were married, it was his right to get what he wanted from you, whenever he liked. You’d always been told you’d have no say in it, and that it was your duty as a wife to always be available to him. But here he was, offering you an out, and you believed him to be perfectly sincere.

And even more surprisingly, you didn’t want to take it.

“I think the longer we put this off, the more nervous I’ll become,” you try to explain. “I don’t want to do that. And I’m not scared because it’s you. Nervous, yes, I think I’d feel that with anyone… but out of everyone, I’m glad it’s you.”

He takes one step closer to you. “So, just to be clear, I have permission to do this?” he double-checks.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He closes the rest of the distance between the two of you in two long strides and puts one of his hands on the side of your face. He pauses to look you in the eyes, like he can’t believe this is happening, before his other hand goes behind your neck and he pulls you into a kiss.

Inadvertently, a sigh escapes the back of your throat. Unlike at your wedding, this kiss is a bit faster, almost primal. Yet it still fills you with the same butterflies, the same yearning for more. Your hands come to rest on his chest, and you do your best to kiss him back despite your inexperience.

“Dear God,” he growls against your mouth before threading his hand into your hair, pulling you closer. He opens his mouth slightly and you feel his tongue glide across your lower lip. You gasp, and he slips his tongue into your mouth, and a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before is wrenched from your throat. In all the stories you’ve heard about wedding nights, from Mrs. Ryan gently giving you a reminder the week prior, to the flippant remarks by Alice’s mother scattered throughout your youth, to your mother’s constant lessons about a wife’s duty, none of them had mentioned that it would feel so good.

Eventually, you have to pull away. “Can’t breathe,” you manage to get out since he’s giving you a quizzical look. In response, he instead moves his lips to your neck, gently kissing along the skin he finds and works his way to your clavicle. Your knees nearly give out when he does this, and a sound that you can only describe as a moan is wrenched from your throat.

After a moment, his mouth comes back up, capturing your lips again. You do your best to move your lips along with his as your arms snake around his neck. You’re not sure exactly what to do with them, but having them around him just feels right, especially since he seems to be pulling you even closer. You just don’t want to be doing the wrong thing and disappoint him, especially not with how unbelievably good he’s made you feel so far.

Without warning, while he’s still kissing you, he hooks his arms around your thighs and picks you up, securing your legs around his waist for more stability. You squeak slightly in surprise, but don’t care to break the kiss with him.

He’s the one to pull away from you a moment later as he deposits you on his bed. You desperately try to reorient yourself from how lightheaded he’s made you feel, but he isn’t doing anything to help matters. Instead, he’s unbuttoning his white shirt with impatient fingers before veritably ripping the thing off, leaving you even more disoriented.

You’d never before in your life seen a man without his shirt on. And though you had nothing to compare it to, you couldn’t say at all you were disappointed in what you saw. His torso was much harder than your soft, feminine form. And while he wasn’t quite as well-defined as an ancient Greek or Roman statue, you found his natural look even more mesmerizing.

He pauses with undressing himself once his shirt is off to extinguish a few of the lamps in the room, leaving only one on in the end. Though the room is significantly darkened, you could still see him well enough, which you liked. Satisfied, he joins you on the bed and crawls on top of you to kiss you again.

It’s almost too much to have him this close while he’s wearing so little. Without meaning to, your hands come to rest on his chest again, very much of their own accord. He hisses and shoves himself away from you, making you wince.

“I’m sorry!” you squeak instantly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing, I didn’t mean to mess up–”

“You’re not,” he cuts you off in a voice that sounds oddly strangled. “God, sweetheart, trust me, you’re not doing anything wrong. I’m just trying to take my time, alright? I want you to enjoy this too, but if you keep doing what you’re doing, I’m not going to have a lot of self-control left.”

His words confuse more than reassure you. It sounded like he both wanted you to stop and keep going at the same time, and you weren’t sure which he wanted more. And he wanted you to enjoy it? By all accounts you’d heard, this was going to hurt, not be enjoyable.

Although you couldn’t deny that you had liked it so far. The physical sensations were almost too much, but they were definitely good.

“So… what exactly do you want me to do?” you ask demurely. You wanted complete clarification before proceeding. You’d heard the old adage that it was better to ask forgiveness rather than permission, but in this circumstance, you didn’t think that rule applied.

“You can keep doing what you’re doing, just take it easy when it comes to touching me?” he requests. “It’s not that I dislike it, it’s just that… well… maybe it’s best to let me take the lead tonight?” You nod in assent, resolving to try and keep your hands under control, no matter how curious you were to explore him.

He leans over you to kiss you again, and this time, you rest your hands lightly on either side of his face. He seems to be okay with this–he doesn’t stop you in any case–and you’re slowly starting to feel more comfortable again when you feel him try and tug at the tie holding your robe closed.

You inhale sharply, causing him to immediately pull back. “We can stop,” he mutters, still sounding oddly strangled. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, I promise.”

“Why are you so determined to stop?” you ask, suddenly feeling quite as humiliated when he nearly kissed you in the hall of Mrs. Ryan’s house before backing out at the last second. “I feel like it’s you who doesn’t want me.”

“Darling, nothing could be further from the truth,” he insists. “I want you very badly, believe me, but I also know this is entirely new for you. I don’t want to scare you or make you uncomfortable.”

You look him dead in the eyes, finding no hint of a lie. Slowly and very deliberately, you reach down to the tie of your robe and pull it undone in one motion. Still looking at him, you shrug the garment off your shoulders, still mostly covered, but the invitation is there. “I want this, and I want it to be you,” you repeat in a whisper.

He gives you a look that you can’t quite identify before leaning down to place a tender kiss to your lips. “If you’re sure,” he murmurs before pushing the robe further down your arms, helping you remove the limbs entirely. You hadn’t bothered with a chemise, so all of the sudden, you were bare before him.

He pulls back from you again and just looks at you, his expression akin to if he had just been struck over the head. “Lord, have mercy,” he groans, almost to himself before one of his hands trails from your side up to your breast, drawing a long whine out of you, one that you barely recognize as your own voice.

“Does that feel good?” he whispers. You can only nod desperately, words completely lost to you. Emboldened, he covers your breast with his palm, kneading gently. Something you don’t have a name for is pooling in you, coming to settle in between your legs. It was mortifying, and you’d never admit it out loud, but you wanted him to touch you there next.

He can’t read your mind, so of course he doesn’t listen to your unspoken plea. Instead, he trails his lips down to your neck, leaving small kisses along the way until he reaches your collarbone. Then, without any warning, he takes your skin between his teeth and begins to suck.

“Oh, God!” you cry out arching your back so your body is pressed further into his. The sensations he’s giving to you are some that you’ve never experienced before, and you had no idea anything could ever feel this good. His mouth moved over you expertly, though you didn’t want to acknowledge the likely reason he was so good at this. You push those intrusive thoughts away; all you wanted to focus on right now was your husband and how deliciously he was working you up.

He releases your skin with a wet pop, and you look down and and just catch the edge of what looks like a dark purple mark in the line of your vision. You don’t have long to dwell on it though; his mouth has moved again, and now his lips have wrapped themselves around your nipple.

“God… f–” you start but just barely stop yourself from cursing. You’d never felt any inclination to do so before, but his ministrations were taking your manners and throwing them to the wayside.

He releases you after a moment, a brazen smile on his face; clearly, he believes himself to be doing an exemplary job. He was, but you didn’t want to admit that to his face. So before he can say anything, you pull him back down to you for another searing kiss.

You can tell you’ve surprised him, but he recovers quickly and kisses you back enthusiastically. As he’s doing so, perhaps to get you back for catching him off guard, he gets his still-clothed leg in between yours and his thigh creates a gentle, yet steady and unyielding pressure against your core.

At this point, you let out a mewl so loud it can probably be heard by the whole house. You’ll most likely be ashamed of that tomorrow, but at the moment you couldn’t find the capacity to care. All you wanted was for him to relieve the building pressure in your core.

He pulls away a moment later, and his weight leaves you entirely as he gets off the bed and tears off the remainder of his clothes with impatience. And as much as it makes your face flame red, you can’t help but look.

Your first thought was panic. Seeing his erection, all you can think is that there’s no chance that it’s going to fit inside you. You didn’t see how anything at all would fit, but certainly not something that big. You suddenly understood why everyone had warned you it was going to hurt, because that would undoubtedly cause pain if he tried to put it anywhere inside you.

Thankfully, the moment doesn’t seem to be upon you quite yet, for when he gets back on top of you, it’s just to kiss you again. That doesn’t last long, however; his erection pokes your thigh, and while that doesn’t hurt, it’s much more firm than you had anticipated.

“Sorry,” he winces. “I’m trying to make sure you’re ready for it, but I realize it gets in the way, and that you’re not exactly used to this.”

“Does it hurt?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. You don’t see how it couldn’t hurt, being swollen like that.

“No, it doesn’t,” he says with a small chuckle. “However, I’m more concerned with not hurting you, so, with your permission, can I get you ready?” You have no idea what he means by that, but with how incredible he’d already made you feel tonight, you were eager to experience more of that. Moreover, you trusted him. So you do your best to relax into the mattress and nod for him to continue.

He kisses you once before balancing his weight on his calves as he sits up. Watching you closely to gauge your reaction, he reaches down and swipes a single finger through your center.

“Oh, God!” you cry out, tossing your head back. All of the sensations so far had been nothing, nothing, compared to this. This was heavenly, and you wanted nothing more than for him to continue plucking you like a harp.

He swears under his breath when his finger makes contact. “Damn, darling, you’re so wet,” he purrs. While that should have been mortifying beyond belief, the way he says it makes you swell with pride, like you’re finally getting something right.

He continues to move his fingers around your folds, paying particular attention to your sighs to let him know when he finds a sweet spot. When he makes contact with one little bud near the center, you feel like you��re going to combust after only a few seconds of him massaging it.

You’re doing your best to keep from outright screaming, but your frequent moans and sighs seem to spur him on, and he often responds to your sounds by cursing in a low tone. He looks up at you, and you’re quite sure your face is red and not at all attractive, but he mutters “So beautiful,” before slowly sinking one finger into you.

You’re expecting pain. You tense, preparing yourself for it, but it never comes. You can definitely feel that there’s something there, but it doesn’t hurt in the slightest. “Is this okay?” he murmurs, to which you can only nod. “Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable,” he instructs before he slowly starts moving his finger in and out of you, building up at a deliciously, tantalizingly glacial pace. It’s heavenly.

You feel a bit more pressure than before, but it still doesn’t hurt, and it would take an act of the divine for you to want to stop now, so you let him keep going. Without you even realizing it, your hips start to rock against his hand, matching his movements with your own.

Then he brings his hand up to massage that little bud he’d found earlier, and for the second time that night, you only just manage to bite back a curse.

“It’s alright darling,” he whispers, his breath hot on your ear. “Let it out for me.”

You’re not quite sure what “it” is, but by God, “it” does exactly as he says. You curl up, letting out a near scream, clawing at his back, desperate for something to hold onto. Whatever happened was almost too much to comprehend, and indeed, the sheer euphoria of it all but shuts your brain completely down for a couple minutes as you attempt to recover.

You don’t notice him removing his fingers from you, but he must have at some point or another; he’s sitting on his thighs, hands at his sides. He waits patiently for your breathing to return to normal, with just a hint of a smug aura about him.

Calming down takes several minutes, and after he deems you’ve finally returned from whatever high he’d taken you to, he asks, “Do you want to keep going?” You nod, words still not something you’re capable of. You don’t care if it hurts now, you’d do just about anything to feel that high once more.

He positions himself on top of you, most of his weight on his arms, but you can still feel his chest pressed against yours. “Tell me if it hurts. I’ll go slow, I promise,” he reiterates before gingerly inserting himself into you, making you gasp as you anticipate pain that never makes an appearance.

There’s certainly more pressure than before, and it’s growing as he pushes more of himself into you, but it’s nothing that could even remotely be considered painful. You relax the muscles in your face as you get used to the intrusion, and after a moment he starts to pull back, slowly starting to create a steady rhythm of in and out.

It's like nothing you've ever experienced before. Even his hand a moment ago hadn't created sensations like this. Your breathing gets heavy again, and even he's starting to make noises as he buries his head in your neck. His hips start moving faster, and subconsciously, almost by instinct, your legs come up to wrap around his waist, while your own hips rise to meet his.

You feel that same crest start to rise in you again, even more intense than it was last time. Your nails dig into the skin of his back, but he either doesn't notice or doesn't care. Instead, he just speeds up his movements, letting out a string of expletives into your neck now.

His faster motions only serve to help bring you to the top of that crest faster, and within minutes he sends you over with a long, high-pitched something coming out of your mouth as each of your limbs presses his body even closer to yours. He initially doesn't slow down, prolonging the feeling for you for a few moments before he goes limp, panting heavily.

For a while, it seems all either of you can do is stay still, focusing on catching your breath. He's the first one to move, and he does nothing more than roll off of you, leaving you feeling strangely empty and with some sort of sticky residue in between your legs.

You're suddenly very self-conscious of the fact that you're wearing nothing, but you don't have the strength to sit up and look for a blanket. Instead, your hand blindly searches for one until he throws a sheet over you. “That's what you were looking for, right? Don't know why you want the blasted thing but…” he trails off as he needs to catch his breath again, eyes still closed.

You give him a few moments before daring to use your own voice. “Was that… I mean, were you… satisfied?” You'd been told that men would finish and spill themselves inside a woman, but you were far too embarrassed to actually say those words aloud.

He lets out a short, barking laugh. “Don't worry yourself on that front. I am well beyond satisfied.” You let out an inaudible sigh of relief. At least you weren't a total failure in this particular aspect of being a wife.

You're also acutely aware of the fact that, now that he's spent, you were to redress yourself and make your way back to your own room, though you had no idea how to do that without Nellie to guide you. But before you can even get out of the bed to put your robe back on, he rolls over, throwing an arm around your waist. “Stay?” he asks simply. His tone makes it clear that this is a request, not a demand. As always with him, you could decline if you so chose.

“Okay,” you whisper instead, to which he smiles sleepily at you. He moves only to turn off the remaining light before he's back in the bed, holding you close.

You expect it to take a while to fall asleep, what with the unfamiliar bed, as well as a whole other person there with you. But you're so worn out that sleep comes quickly and you sink into it, comforted by your husband's arms around you.

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