Not Your Ted
pairing : Evil Ted x female reader warnings : smut, dubious content, rough sex, no protection summary : Heartbroken over Ted, you fall deep for Evil Ted’s seductive dominance.
A wicked grin crossed Evil Ted’s dreamy features. He stood tall, hands in his jeans pockets. Your brows furrowed with worry—seeing Ted’s evil counterpart smirking at the door of Bill and Ted’s shared flat was a deeply troubling sign. "Of course, you recognized him by his smirk, one the real Ted never had." And it seemed he was clearly enjoying the situation way too much.
Evil Ted was reckless, bold, and confident. Dangerous. Everything the softie you knew as Ted “Theodore” Logan was not. And yet, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to this intensity.
“It’s me. Ted’s not coming. You know that. He’s busy—and you know with who.”
You were trying your best to hold your breath and calm your pounding heart. You thought at first the regular Ted was at your door, coming after you for suddenly bailing on him and Bill after pretending you were tired and wanted to rest at his flat for a bit. That night, you had been hanging out with them at a fair. Of course, Elizabeth, his girlfriend was there and the lovebirds were displaying huge shows of affection. Sadness crushed you, and at a time when you were struggling to stay positive. A cruel smirk curled Evil Ted’s lips as he studied your confused expression for a few seconds before dropping the words mercilessly.
“He’s never going to love you back. Not like the way I do… He’s into that Elizabeth bitch. You know it.”
He stepped toward you as tears welled in your eyes, completely out of your control. You hated the fact that the real Ted only had eyes for that woman when you’d been his friend the whole time. You’d known Ted long before she ever came into the picture. You'd always harboured a crush on him and you’d bottled it up not wanting to risk your friendship with him. You never confessed your feelings for him and now it was too late. Elizabeth came into his life and he’d been heads over heels for her ever since. Jealousy had been eating at you, leaving your heart rotten ever since Elizabeth came into his life.That night was the last straw you could bear. Your bottled up emotions were flooding everywhere and not in the best way. You were tired, you just wanted to bury yourself under the blankets of your bed and cry your heart out. You’d never had thought it would hurt this badly, yet you ached to erase it all. You wished you had never met Ted Logan so you would not feel this pain ever again. A bitter ache rotted you from the inside, the best way to describe it. You’d had your heart broken several times, but this time felt the worst. Memories of high school and adult life with Ted suddenly flooded your mind as tears started to flow.
“Oh babe, don’t cry for that loser. You’ve got me, right? I’m better. Way better than that pussweed. He’s the draft—I’m the real deal.”
You turned your head away, unable to take the intensity of his stare anymore. He struck where it hurt most. Lips tight, you spat back, venom in your voice.
“…Just fuck off and leave me alone.”
At your hostility, Evil Ted couldn’t help but laugh, looking at the tears running down your face.
“Oh, you should hate him. He totally deserves it. Why don’t you join me in the ‘We Hate Ted Logan’ club? Sounds tempting, doesn’t it?”
Faced with your silence, the young man stepped closer, chocolate eyes piercing into yours as he tilted his head. He looked exactly like Ted—and that was what you hated most about him. Your body responded to his proximity as if he was the real one. If anything, your frustrated and angry side only seemed to excite him more. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on your face as he spoke in a low, taunting voice
"Ted is too much of a wuss. But not you, babe. You've got your own spirit, and I fucking love it."
His hand came up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on the soft skin of your cheek. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin and the dangerous gleam in his chocolate eyes. He was enjoying this, enjoying seeing you squirm and struggle over that whole ordeal.
"Now, why would I fuck off when I've got such a pretty little thing right in front of me? Tell me, babe, doesn't this feel right? Doesn't it feel like fate, like something more than just a coincidence I'm here now, and Ted's… gone?"
He cocked his head to the side, dark bangs brushing his handsome face as he was still studying your face intently. You knew he was looking for any crack in your armor, any sign of the fear and desire that you knew was written all over your face.
"Come on. I will make you forget about that loser. You deserve better, you deserve someone like me.”
His hand gently rose to cup your cheek, and you froze, not expecting such softness from Evil Ted. You sniffled and your eyes rose to meet his gaze. His eyes seemed so sincere, so much like Ted’s when he listened to you attentively, when you confided in him about your doubts, your fears, and even your deepest dreams.
Evil Ted’s thumb brushed your lower lip as your heart pounded against your chest.
“What do you want…?”
You let out in a trembling breath, exhausted by the torrent of emotions overwhelming you now. You felt defeated. Blinking back teary eyes, you pressed your fists against his chest, trying to push him away.
“Leave me alone…Just go!”
Ted gave you a teasing pout.
“Looks like I hit the mark, didn’t I?”
He murmured, his face close to yours, his eyes locked on yours. His cold hands slid from your shoulders to your elbows. His touch and proximity stirred conflicting emotions in you, your body reacting to him despite yourself. He knew exactly the effect he had on you, to your great dismay.
“I want to take care of you… Like Ted never would.”
Your heart was shattered, but you could feel your body wanting him. Deep down, you couldn’t deny that you desired him. You loved this rawer side of Ted, his complete opposite. You wanted to think of anything but what had happened that evening with your anxiety and frustration at the fair. Your resistance faltered as his gaze burned into you
“I know what you’re thinking…”
He suddenly took your face in his hands, savoring your gaze as his own body burned with wild desire. He’d meant to toy with you at first, but it seemed his reason slipped away if he had any. It was no longer about secretly getting revenge on Ted through you. It was deeper than that. He wanted you, had always wanted you. He wanted you for himself.
His thumb brushed your parted lips again as he leaned in slowly. You stood frozen, unable to move as your heart raced once more.Then he kissed you. His lips were cold but soft and inviting. They were Ted’s lips, if they had been cold and if he had kissed you himself. Shocked, you blinked before relaxing into the gentle kiss, closing your eyes as it turned into something fiercer, displaying the desire Evil Ted felt for you.
“Everything about you is soft… I want you, now.”
He growled with satisfaction, panting almost desperately against your lips. You felt his hands caress your hips as you were pressed against the nearest wall, prey to his insatiable hunger.
“I want you too…”
You finally let out in a sigh, completely disoriented and wanting to distract yourself from the crushing sadness you felt from your broken heart. Upon hearing your breathy admission, a wicked grin spread across his face. He pressed harder against you, towering over you, pinning you completely to the wall with his body.
He kissed you again and you melted into the kiss, your lips parting invitingly. He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim you. You felt his hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you harder against him.
“Fuck, I knew you wanted me too” he growled, his voice low and rough with desire before crashing his mouth back onto yours in a bruising kiss.
He nipped at your bottom lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood, licking it away before delving back in to ravage your mouth once more. He pulled back, his eyes dark with lust you’ve never seen flash through the real Ted's innocent eyes.
"Ted will be a distant memory after I'm through with you. You don’t need him, you need me."
His hands slid around to grope your ass as he grinded his hips against yours. You could feel his hardness through his jeans.
He leaned in and placed his soft lips against the soft skin of your neck. You groaned as his hands slid under your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your back before moving to the front to cup your breasts through your bra.
“And you’ll always need me. You’ll choose me every time. I’m everything he’s too scared to be."
Evil Ted rasped, his voice dripping with dark promise. One hand tangled in your hair, gripping it tightly and forcing your head back to bare more of your throat to him. You desired him, and you could no longer hold back; a shiver ran down your spine. You closed your eyes, letting out a moan. You felt his hot breath against the column of your throat, and you swore your heart would burst against your chest.
Evil Ted smirked against your neck, spurred on by your needy whine. He started sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving dark hickeys as his teeth grazed your pulse point. His hands kneaded your breasts roughly, thumbs and fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"That's it, baby. Don't fight it. I can feel how much you want me," he purred darkly, his voice vibrating against your skin.
His other hand slid down your stomach and inside your pants. He cupped your cunt possessively, fingers rubbing over the damp fabric of your panties. In the heat of the moment, you found yourself responding eagerly to his advances, your body tingling with a desire you hadn't felt before.
Desire overpowered your hesitation, and you grabbed his hand, pulling him toward Bill and Ted's shared bedroom. Evil Ted’s wicked grin widened, his dark eyes glinting as he followed, predatory and eager. As soon as you reached one of the beds, he pushed you down onto it roughly, crawling over you with a predatory glint in his eye. He hovered above you, hands pinning your wrists on the bed, his knee wedging your thighs apart as he gazed down at your flushed face.
"Now, where were we?" He purred teasingly as he leaned down to capture your lips in another searing kiss. Your heart raced as he pulled back, taking in his handsome grinning face. When he kissed you again, you kissed back just as fervently, your lips moving against his. He broke the kiss to gaze intently into your eyes, his own dark with lust and something more primal.
“You’re so fucking cute.”
He sat back on his knees, his gaze raking over your body. A wicked smirk flashed across his face, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement.
He ripped off your tee, pants, and panties in swift tugs and unhooked your bra with eerie precision.
“Gorgeous,” he rasped, hands roughly kneading your bare breasts, drawing a gasp.
He ducked his head down, replacing his hands with his mouth. Your back arched slightly off the bed as he took your nipple into his mouth, biting down, sending jolts of pleasure and pain. His other hand slid into your hair, gripping it tightly as he ground his hips against yours. Your hips rocked against him, desperate for friction, even as your mind screamed that this was wrong.
Evil Ted smirked up at you, taking in your flushed cheeks, heaving chest and the desperation on your face. He could see how badly you needed him, how much your body ached to be filled by him.
"Patience," he said with a smirk, his voice low. “I'm going to take good care of you babe, don't worry."
He shoved down his jeans and boxers, freeing his throbbing cock. It stood thick and pulsing, and your breath caught, a jolt of raw desire surging through you. Ted’s gentle face flickered in your mind, but the sight of Evil Ted’s unyielding arousal burned it away, your cunt clenching with shameful need.
His hands gripped your thighs and pushed them further apart. Then he stroked his hard cock slowly.
"I want to watch your face as I fill you up," Evil Ted said, his voice rough with lust. "I want to see those pretty eyes as I stretch your tight little cunt around my cock."
He rubbed the swollen head of his dick up and down your wet slit teasingly, coating it with your arousal. Then, with one swift, hard thrust, he buried himself inside your tight heat.You yelped while he groaned at the feel of your slick, velvety walls gripping him like a vise, squeezing him snugly.
Evil Ted grunted, his hips pressed firmly against yours as he buried himself balls deep, your thighs shaky from the sudden intrusion. He gave you a moment to adjust, savoring the feeling of your tightness enveloping him completely. The stretch was painful yet delicious and you felt so full of him.Then slowly, he began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained before slamming back in, setting a slow then hard, deep pace.
"Take it baby. This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
The bed creaked loudly, and you couldn’t help but blush even more. He leaned down to kiss you, tasting you as he fucked into you. One of his hands slid up to grab your breast, kneading the flesh and pinching your nipple cruelly.
“Sure Ted will never have fucked you that good.”
You hated how good his cruelty felt—how your body betrayed you, arching into his touch.
“Just shut up and fuck me”, you spat, face flushed, your eyes blinking tears as a myriad of feelings invaded your mind. His cock was stretching you in a way you loved.You keened under his relentless thrusts.Your nails dug into his shoulders and he groaned in approval, his dark eyes glinting with something feral.
“You're clawing at me like you want to keep me. Go on, babe—mark me up. Let Ted see what a real man does to you,” he rasped, his voice thick with mockery and lust.
You wanted to scream at him, to tell him to shut up, to stop dragging Ted’s name into this. With a wicked grin, Evil Ted flipped you onto your stomach. His strong hands guided your hips up until your ass was bared to him, your breasts pressed into the plush warmth of the blanket. With a chuckle he smacked your ass, his big hand resting on it.
You let out a broken moan as his fingers found your clit, circling with ruthless precision. Then he thrust into you again from behind, plunging deep into your cunt with a possessive growl, your body trembling under his force Your hips bucked against him, chasing the pleasure despite the shame burning in your chest. He was right, and you hated it—your body craved him, craved the way he filled you, stretched you, owned you in a way that felt so wrong and yet so right. A shiver raced through you as his low chuckle sent heat pooling low in your cunt. His hand tightened in your hair, yanking your head back.
“Say it,” he growled, slowing his thrusts to a torturous grind, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls.
“Say you want me more than him. Say I’m better.”
Your lips parted, but the words caught in your throat. Tears pricked your eyes—not from pain, but from the war raging inside you. Ted’s soft smiles, his goofy laugh, flashed in your mind, and for a moment, you almost pushed Evil Ted away. Almost. Then he rolled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside you, and a sob tore from your lips.
“Fuck you,” you spat, voice trembling.
He grinned, like a predator savoring its prey. “Oh, you will, babe. Over and over.”
With a sudden, brutal thrust, he picked up his pace again, pounding into you with a rhythm that made the bed frame creak.The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he took you relentlessly, his hips pistoning.
His mouth found your neck again, biting down hard enough to make you yelp, then soothing the sting with his tongue. The mix of pain and pleasure was dizzying, your mind spiraling as your body surrendered completely. Each thrust sent his balls slapping wetly against your sensitive, puffy cunt, the lewd rhythm driving a helpless moan from your lips.
“You feel that?” he murmured. “That’s me ruining you. Ted’s never gonna touch you like this. Never gonna make you scream like this.”
His fingers slid to your clit, rubbing with precision, each touch sending sparks through your trembling body. The coil in your core tightened, threatening to snap. You were so close, and he knew it. His eyes dark, he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear.
“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice low and dripping with lust. “Come on my cock, and let Ted hear how much you fucking love it.”
The words pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you, hot and overwhelming, your walls clenching around him. Your vision blurred, your body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure consumed you. Evil Ted groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release, his grip on your hips bruising.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he snarled, his voice breaking. With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he spilled his warm seed deep into your cunt.He held you there, pinned beneath him, as he rode out his high.
For a moment, the room was silent except for your ragged breaths and the faint creak of the bed. Evil Ted pulled back, his cruel smirk flashing as he gazed at you, flushed and wrecked beneath him, his thick cum dripping from your sensitive pussy. You slumped onto your back, limbs heavy and exposed amid the tangled sheets. He traced a finger along your jaw, almost tender, before his expression hardened with that familiar cruel edge.
“You’re mine now,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft but unyielding.
You turned your head away, chest heaving. Guilt and satisfaction warred within you with contradiction in the worst struggle you ever felt in your life. But even as you tried to cling to thoughts of Ted, your body still hummed with the aftershocks of what Evil Ted had done to you. And deep down, a small, treacherous part of you wondered if he was right. Were you his?