For the requests w/Billy's characters, could I please ask for a crumb of Teddy from Tales From The Crypt? He's just the cutest guy ever. I need more subby stuff from Billy in my life 😩💕
Perhaps something where he gets to enjoy a partner who isn't trying to coerce him into an affair? Just sweet, romantic stuff for Ted 💜
(P.S. big fan of your work!!)
𝗕𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗵
(Ted Morgan x Reader)
𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: explicit
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Ted has to return to work now that spring has sprung, but you’re not ready to let him go yet…
𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀: SMUT!!, AFAB!reader, established relationship, slightly subby!Ted, slightly dominant!reader, oral sex (cunnilingus), handjobs, vaginal fingering, cum eating, fluff (so many ‘I love yous’), waxing poetically about Ted’s beauty, straight-up porn, no use of y/n, nicknames (baby, honey, pretty boy, good boy), dirty talk, morning sex, I know nothing about the logging industry so I make shit up as I go, no pronouns for the reader but Ted refers to the coochie as a 'her', discussing a vagina in third person?, spit kink? like just spitting on his dick?, this exists in a timeline where you saved him from going to Dixon’s camp
𝗮/𝗻: thank you for requesting this, lovely!! I would have had this out sooner but I was asked on a spontaneous date and didn’t have time to type all my notes. Also, here is the link to the episode so none of you guys can say you haven’t seen this. Is it a good episode…? Well, Billy is in it!! Ted pls give me one chance pls pls pls pls. Also, I will never not talk about this episode and NOT fawn over the main girl’s hair, I love her pixie it’s amazing. But we’re not here to talk about cute hair, we’re here for debauchery.
Your first conscious thought is that you really, really don't want to be awake. The second is that your bed is cold.
Through sleep-glazed eyes, you squint into the darkness, attempting to parse shape from shadow. Your little bedroom at the lodge is barely illuminated by sheathes of muted golden slipping through the blinds.
Your boyfriend's back is to you; the flannel sheets pool around his naked waist. The muscles curve deliciously as he stretches, biceps flexing as he shakes off overnight disuse.
Ted Morgan is a thing of wonder, and sometimes, in this liminal state of sleep and wakefulness, you swear he’s a dream.
But he’s not. He is as real and solid as the trees he chopped, and you’re missing your body pillow.
"Come back," you grumble and reach for him. Your hand is ice compared to Ted's heat; it’s like dipping your fingertips into a pool of summertime as you drag them down the ridge of his spine. "Too early."
"I can't," Ted mutters. You hear his discontent. He steals your hand. Kisses it. His voice gravels with sleep. "'S the first day back, baby, I gotta go."
You wrinkle your nose. Damn spring. Damn this mountain, too, for finally thawing out so the logging camp to resume operations. Damn your beautiful Ted Morgan for being such an eager beaver.
He's talked of nothing else for the past few weeks, after he received the letter from the camp's manager. He wanted to be the first one back so he could establish himself - make a good showing and all that. You spent all night saying your goodbyes, but for a moment, you'd forgot.
"No," you groan, tossing an arm over your eyes. "I miss you already."
"I'll miss you a thousand times more," Ted stresses. "Hard enough leavin' you like this."
His weakness is blood in the water.
You grasp his hand and tug. "Then don't go."
Ted laughs your name. Of course he doesn’t move an inch. "How am I s'posed to buy you pretty things if I don't work?"
"You're the only pretty thing I need, Teddy."
Sitting up, you push an unruly strand of hair away from your face and roll your shoulders back. The flannel you stole from him after last night falls off your shoulder. You’re as bare chested as him, otherwise.
You nip your lower lip. "I'll make it worth your while."
Arms slithering around his waist, you kiss his neck. His pulse pounds out the syllables of your name, like you’re untwined in his goddamn DNA. He's spoiled you too much over the past few months, proving to you what life with him could be like. The lodge wouldn't be the same without him.
You drag your nails over his happy trail, then over his chest, and kiss the junction of his shoulder.
"God," he rasps, "You'll be the death of me."
Ted leans, running a hand over his face. Your mouth is his kryptonite—he’s told you as such on several occasions.
Abruptly, he stands, and you nearly face plant into the mattress.
"I can't, baby, I really, really can't."
"Teddy!"
He fists his hair. "I've gotta make a good impression. And-and I'll come see ya every weekend. Every chance I get, honey."
You right yourself, knees kissing the end of the mattress as you shake your head. "But I'm not done with you yet."
Ted gulps. Those brown eyes you adore go all doughy and distant, and you know he's imagining it. He chokes on air, chest heaving. "Baby, please."
You moan softly. "You're making it worse."
Heavy-lidded eyes fall from his face - and it should be a crime to look away from him, but you absolve yourself when you behold his slowly stiffening cock.
It throbs, half way hard and so mouthwateringly thick. It’s a pretty cock, too, though you may be biased. A pretty shape, pretty color - especially when it’s flushed and full of need. It bobs, far too heavy to touch his abdomen. Probably too heavy for him to hold, so you generously take him in hand.
You stroke his tip, gathering a pearl of pre from his slit. Ted gasps. It’s so hard not to lean forward and swallow it. Your mouth aches, saliva glands working overtime at the mere thought of having him fill your throat again.
But you practice a little restraint.
"I just want a kiss," you say.
And you peck his sticky mushroom tip.
"You - can't start playin' with it when I gotta get out the door," Ted stammers.
"But that's my favorite time to do it." Perhaps you're a little cruel as you trail your fingers up and down his cock, knowing it's not the pressure he needs. "You're gone for so long, and I'll be so lonely ... Just one more?"
"Won't - won't be gone forever."
"It'll feel like forever." You lean over the edge of the bed and let a glob of spit slowly drip onto his shaft. Grasping him fully, you smear the mix of pre and saliva all over. "God, Teddy, you're so leaky. Did you think you could make it all the way there without one more? Were you really gonna leave me when you were like this?"
Tongue-tied, Ted shakes his head dumbly. You marvel at how easy he is to subdue with a little twist of the wrist and a well-timed stroke. His cheeks redden and mouth parts, heavy with silent words and stifled pleasure. He's fighting a losing battle, and you're not sure he even wanted to wage war in the first place.
Through lightly pursed lips, you allow a long string of drool to dribble over his dick, slicking him up just right. His abdomen jumps.
"Don’t - spit on my cock," he pleads, "ah, fuck, baby, please, don’t. You know - you know what that, fuck."
"Do you think you deserve my mouth?" You bat your eyelashes. "When you were gonna leave without a goodbye kiss?"
"Never," he whimpers and bends down to seal his mouth to yours. It's sloppy, not fully formed in his desperation. His lips move against yours as he pants, "I love you."
You pull away, sliding your hand over his sac. He arches into you.
In a low voice, you say, "I didn't mean a kiss on those lips."
"Oh, my god," he moans. His knee hits the mattress, resolve totally, utterly shattered. He's feverish with want, skin aflame even worse than before. Ted pushes his head into the crook of your shoulder, hips jerking as you fondle him, alternating between his balls and shaft. "Fuck, honey, I - please."
"What are you begging for?"
"I - I - oh."
Ted squeezes the bedsheets. You swear you hear the fabric rip.
"Want me to stop?" you prompt.
"No!" Ted shackles himself to your wrist, preventing you from moving anywhere but up and down his dick.
"Good job, baby. Knew you could use your words," you coo. "So, if you don't want me to stop...?"
Nothing will ever be as perfect as he is when he tosses his head back, and moans your name.
"I love you so much," he slurs. "Oh, fuuuuck, baby, please lemme cum."
You grin. "I knew you needed it, pretty boy. You're making a mess on my hand. It's so slick with your precum. You're so close, aren't you? You can do it. Go on, Teddy."
Ted cums with a wilting moan, jutting against you until it tears spring to his eyes. Ropes of semen seep into the sheets and fill your awaiting palm. You kiss your teeth, marveling at how much he had in him. You would have thought you drained him last night, but Ted is a good boy like that. Always ready to give more.
"Fuck," he sobs. He thrusts his hair from his face, his soulful brown eyes bright with need. "Oh, baby, c'mere, please. Please let me kiss your pretty pussy."
He doesn't wait for your reply. He's a man possessed, tossing you into the position he wants you in without much effort.
You love this side of Ted. When he's not shy about his strength, or the calluses on his hands.
He rips your legs apart, allowing himself full access to your cunt. He wants no barriers between your naked thighs and his face.
Ted laps long, mournful licks from slit to clit, savoring every pass of the tongue through your folds. His tongue is a weapon, even if he doesn’t think he wields it like one. He told you once - after wringing countless, tear-spilling orgasms - that he simply liked doing it. It’s meditative to him, and he’s always so hungry.
You shiver. A moan escapes your throat as his lips move against you. He readjusts his grip, hauling you closer. Anymore and you would be permanently fused together.
You breathe his name and lay your non dominant hand on his head.
"You made such a pretty mess on my hand, Teddy," you say.
His watery eyes lock onto your mouth as you drag your tongue through his cum in your palm. You gather it all on your tongue and show him, then swallow the sticky webs of semen. You feel it, all the way from your throat to your stomach.
Ted groans. The vibrations are nearly cataclysmic - you haven’t controlled yourself nearly as well as you thought, but watching him climax like that had set you on edge.
"Kissing her goodbye really well, Teddy," you whine. Ted seals his mouth over your clit in response, flicking the tip of his tongue over your bundle of nerves exactly how he knows you like it. "Gonna miss you. Gonna miss this. Fuck. You're so mean, you know that? Leaving her after you've spoiled her every day with your cock. What am I gonna do?"
Ted removes his mouth and replaces it with two fingers, sliding deep into your pussy. "You'll think of me when you play with her, yeah?"
"E-Every damn time." You pout. "Even though I can't finish without you."
Ted squeezed his eyes shut, as if it pained him to even imagine you being without orgasm. "Keep her wet for me then. And then next week, I'll just slide right in as soon as I get in."
"Helluva hello."
"I'll kiss her again, baby. Just like I'm doin' now."
Ted pecks your pelvic bone, and decides that's enough talking. Eagerly, he uses tongue and fingers in tandem, pressing up into you and exploiting all of your weaknesses. It wasn't malicious though, not his attempt to get back at you for playing dirty - Ted could never. But once you started the game, he would finish it.
"And then," he adds, words but a grumble against your cunt, "she’ll give me a hug."
Your hips jump as the orgasm hits, and Ted clings to them like a life raft. The budding euphoria fizzles like a firework. You shout for him.
Ted eats you through your first orgasm and into a second, smaller, yet somehow more intense, climax. It bled so much into the first that you couldn’t tell if it was one continuous release, or karma.
You have to pry him off.
Your chests heave in tandem. Ted's chin glistens with your cum, his plush lips swollen and red and utterly kissable. He seems to think the same, because no sooner did he crawl up your body, did he adhere his mouth to yours. He kisses like he ate you out: slow and deep.
When he's done he hovers over you, visibly torn.
"I love you," Ted says, "so much, baby. God, you're my oxygen."
"I know." You kiss his nose and comb through his hair. "I love you, too. But ..." You check the clock. "You do have to go."
Ted wouldn't look anywhere but your face. "Now that you've reminded me what I'm goin' without..."
"Don't tempt me, Morgan."
"I mean," Ted shrugs, flashing that dangerously boyish grin. "The old man said it's a slow start. Most guys'll be tricklin' in all week. I don't have to leave today." He presses his palm to yours, and slides his fingers between yours. "We could always spend some more time ... sayin' farewell."
Incredulously, you shake your head. "Teddy, you're too easy."
"I can't help it." Ted pushes onto his hands and knees, "I'm crazy about you, honey."
"there we go.. that's perfect." Jonathan muttered, breath hot against the camera lens, crouching down next to the bed to get the perfect shot of both Steve fucking into you and Eddie coaxing his cock down your throat.
your legs were hooked around Steve's waist, his hips snapping against yours, putting you in what was as close to a mating press as he could get you in. eddies hand tangled in your hair, the other rubbing a finger along your jawline, cold metal of his ring grazing your hot skin.
"open up a lil more.. that's it." Eddie pushes deeper into your throat with a low groan, hand moving to rub your throat, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your tongue.
you whimper, already having cum twice, thighs wet and trembling around Steve's waist, cheeks stained with runny mascara from overwhelmed tears.
"shh.. 's alright, baby." Steve coos through moans, leaning down to kiss your chest, licking the salty sweat that beads on your skin.
Jonathan has to keep himself from groaning at the sight, cock straining painfully in his jeans, a dark damp spot forming where the head is. he clears his throat, reaching out to hold your hand that's been clawing at the sheets for the past thirty minutes. "you're doing so, so good.." he praises, thumb rubbing soothingly over the back of your hand.
all you can do is cry and whine, convulsing under the merciless pleasure from the boys above you.
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Steve is the first to cum, brow furrowed in concentration, thrusts getting messy and faster. Eddie isn't far behind, his hellfire shirt pulled up and held between his teeth, hand gripping your throat.
they both pull out, Steve's hands rubbing up and down your sides, eddies massaging your shoulders. "that's our girl," Steve whispers
"Mhm.. such a star." Eddie follows up, helping Steve pull you up to sit, limp against eddies chest.
Jonathan pulls the camera away with a deep, shaky breath, ending the recording. he climbs onto the edge of the bed, meeting your glossy, cum covered lips with his own. "did so good. we're gonna make so much money with this."
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