#char: teddy

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Teddy in The Infinite Loop: Nothing But The Truth #3

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@mythicalmen liked for a starter!

Teddy had no voice. At least not in that moment. How was he supposed to properly function when Ethan Woods was a few feet away. When he had heard Ethan was going to be doing a local author event at his university, Teddy just about flipped. Growing up, he read every single one of his fantasy novels, which was a true testament because he wasn't much of a reader otherwise. Begrudgingly, he did bring a copy of one his detective novels for the man to sign for his father. As the line moved up, Teddy could feel his heart race. What does one say when you meet a personal hero? "Mr. Woods, I love you, will you please sign my books?" Teddy blurted, dropping his well-loved first edition copies on the desk. Flushing scarlet, he shook his head. "Wait, wait...lemme start over!" Clearing his throat, he shook out his nerves. "Mr. Woods, I am a huge, huge fan. So is my dad. Could you make these out to to Teddy? And then the detective one for Michael?"

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@swoledadenergy continued from this x

Teddy's eyes honed in on Vincent's the second he spotted him in the crowd. Dancers often came and went, some even came in to to fill-in shifts whenever they were particularly short. There had been an instant sort of comradery between the two of them, an unspoken understanding that for however long they worked, they'd lend each other a hand whenever they needed it. Teddy had almost been sad to see Vincent go. During his time dancing, he'd never really made many friends with his fellow strippers and go-go boys.

The smile on his face was infectious. He thought he'd never see that handsome face again. And like an idiot, he didn't make an effort to get his number. But, he had him here now, and there wasn't anything that was going to take him from him. As Teddy worked the stage, hips gyrating, muscles gleaming in the spotlight, he never took his eyes off of Vincent. He knew he'd get an earful about it afterwards, but he didn't care. Tonight, the man in the crowd was his lucky patron.

Once the club closed down, Teddy's tired smile spread across his face at the man waiting for him. They said nothing to each other as Vincent whisked him back home. The second the door clicked shut behind them, clothes went flying. Teddy stumbled and laughed trying to turn on a bedroom light. Within seconds his back hit the bed, and his face beamed up at Vincent.

"Y-Yeah, that's fine by me, man. J-Just do your thing." Teddy spread his legs wide apart, giving Vincent enough room to wriggle his head in between his thick thighs. After a long shift, nothing felt better than getting some head from a man who clearly knew what he was doing. A strangled moan shot up his throat as is fingers curled in the older man's hair, gently guiding his lips down his shaft. "God, your mouth feels like fucking velvet." Teddy groaned, hips bucking up to meet Vincent's warmth and wetness.

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@ragtagrunaways continued from here: x

Teddy had been counting down the days. His dad was finally out of the house and he felt like he could breathe again. As much as he loved his old man, he had a tendency to be overbearing. Especially when it came to him. Case in point: he appointed his friend Neil to keep an eye on him every now and then, despite being the furthest thing from a kid in need of babysitting. While he loved checking the man out, he wished it had been under better, sexier pretenses. Teddy was far from a subtle man. He saw something he liked, he ogled it. And Neil hadn’t given him any signals that his gaze was unwanted.

After a long shift, covered in the previous night’s sweat, Teddy burst through the front door and headed to the shower, barely bothering close up behind him. The only thing on his mind was washing the grime off. Water rippling over his chiseled form, Teddy hummed to himself, lathering every crack and ridge on his body. A voice from the open door rattled him, sending his back to the wall and his hands to his front. The recognition of the man’s voice put him at ease, so much so that he bared himself once more, shameless in his being naked in front of Neil.

“And you should really knock, huh, Neil? But, hey, I won’t tell if you won’t.” Teddy’s laugh was soft, almost inviting as he sized the older man up. “I just had a one track mind when I got here. Long night. Needed to scrub it off. You get it, right?”

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Open starter: Teddy Green Open to: Tops, bottoms, verse Potential connections: best friend, friends with benefits, friend's dad, best friend's brother, etc. Plot: Teddy is asking y/m to help him run lines for an upcoming audition. The material in question is a romance scene.

"You promised me, you know." Teddy brought up. He normally wasn't so vindictive, but he was in need and it was time to cash in a favor. "Last time I asked you for help with my self-tape, you made up some bs excuse to get out of it. Not this time." Teddy jangled the loose pages of script up at the man from his place on the bed. With the other hand, he pointedly patted the spot beside him. "Sit. Besides, I'll make it worth your while. I'll order us pizza or some shit. Now, sit here and pretend that you're so desperately in love with me and can't wait any longer to have me. Can you do that?"

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starter for @tomholeand

Teddy was on his third routine of the night. The exhaustion was visible on his face, despite how seamlessly he moved his body. The tips were nothing to write home about, so he was working extra hard to get whatever crumpled up singles the men deigned to snap into his jock. Right as his set finished, he jogged down the steps of the stage to get himself a drink. The sweat was pouring off his body, highlighting every crevice of his rippled muscles as he made his way across the floor. Right as he was about to hit the bar, he eyed a man sitting at a table, all alone. The man, however was practically eye-fucking him. A small smirk tugged on his lips, despite his tiredness. Maybe he could make for the paltry tips with just one dance. Or so he hoped.

In the dim light and haze, he could barely see a thing, but he sauntered up slowly to the man, making sure he could see every way his body moved towards him. "Hey, handsome." He purred, laying a soft hand on the man's shoulder. "You just taking in the entertainment tonight or did you want something more hands-on?" Teddy asked, taking the man's large hand in his, guiding it down his exposed torso. "How's about a dance?"