#ted garcia drabble

[hauntedinkk]

i'm sorry this is so incredibly unspecific but asheufjekska i'd go feral for anything u write for ted garcia...... i'm so feral over him i bet he'd be chefs kiss in ur writing too.... i need gross nasty stuff with him

all quiet on the western front ~ t.g

tags: 18+ content, minors dni, old man fuckin, unspecified age gap, fingering (f receiving), orgasm (f receiving) and cum eating.

summary: ted plays with your pussy in his rocking chair while reading his book :(

masterlist

the creaking of the old rocking chair and buzzing of the cicadas pulled you into a sleepy haze, ted’s solid thighs beneath your butt as he rocked you both. you clung to his forearm, sat on him sideways comfortably as he read his newest investment, all quiet on the western front by erich maria remarque.

but of course, your body had to ruin the peacefulness of it all.

it started with a dull throbbing in your clit but progressed to barely being able to shift on ted’s lap without another drip of arousal leaving your weeping hole.

but he noticed, of course he did.

so now, with your back flush with ted’s chest and your feet atop of his thighs, you sat on top of him while he lazily curled and uncurled his fingers inside your cunt, his voice rumbling in your ear while he fucking read to you.

“we have dropped in for a good job. eight of us have to guard a village that as been abandoned because it is being shelled too heavily.” he read, finger tips putting the most delicious pressure on your g-spot.

“y’know, it’s just so raw — the writing, i mean. written so realistically, especially how they describe—” ted continued to drone on about the book. you loved when he got nerdy about stuff, but right now, you’d rather not talk about the german army when he was milking your pussy so fucking good right now. you cling to his forearm, completely sagged in his arms as he worked you open.

“what do you think of it, baby?” he cooed, using his thumb to flick your overexcited bundle of nerves.

you hiccuped through a whimper, sniffling to try and regain your bearings. “i.. god — hungh..” you dug your nails into his arm, leaving the prettiest crescent moons into his skin that you’d kiss better later. “think it’s.. it’s — real interesting.. what you said about it being real raw the — oh, fuck baby —!”

“shh, sh, i know sweetheart, i know,” he comforted, slowing down his pressure on your g-spot so you didn’t make a mess too quickly — he always knew what his girl needed. “just concentrate on the book, baby. you’re okay.”

you sniffled. “how about i keep reading to you? would you like that?” he soothed, nibbling a little on your ear lobe. you groaned, too fucked out to answer, but of course, your pussy did the talking for you, clenching around ted’s fingers in response coaxing a raspy chuckle from him.

“think she wants it anyway.” you nodded your head, not even quite sure what you were agreeing to. you always got like this when ted treated your pussy. always so compliant and eager for whatever he’d give you. that was ted’s favourite part. he wasn’t getting any younger and, surprisingly, with his good looks and occupation, he didn’t have many romantic interactions, so, when a young, pretty thing like you came along, he just couldn’t help himself.

ted’s fingers started up again — stroking the most intimate parts of you, inside and out. “mmm..” you moaned, a dumb smile appearing on your face when he touched you just right — not too fast, just enough pressure on your g-spot and the perfect circling motion on you pretty, puffed up clit.

“god, ted,” you breathed out a giggle, head falling back into the crook of his neck. “feels so good.”

“yeah, i know..” he agreed, nuzzling the top of your hair and planting a soothing kiss there. “how about you try and cum for me while I keep reading to you, sweetheart?

you nodded, hand clutching his wrist as he started to quicken his movements once more, completely milking your cunt for all its worth. your pussy spasmed and fluttered around his digits, throat tearing out a yelp. but ted just shushed you, rubbing gentle circles into your clit to soothe some of the sensations. “in particular we have to watch the supply dump as that is not yet empty. we are supposed to provision ourselves from the same store. we are just..” ted’s voice drowned into nothingness as your gut tightened up, your belly tingling with your barely contained orgasm.

as much as you tried to concentrate on the book, your orgasm completely shut your brain off, and very quickly all you could do was babble nonsense about it being “right there,” and “just like that, fuck teddyy”. your legs trembled, toes digging into Ted’s thighs as you came apart on his lap — pussy gushing a pearly white liquid onto his fingers which soon dripped down his hand.

“oookay, okay honey. it’s alright, i’ve got you, just let it all out.” he comforted, finally, fucking finally, putting the book down. you trembled and sobbed in his arms, not even enough energy in your bones to be embarrassed about the amount of cum you were leaking. you’d never even known women could make a substance like that until ted came along. the sunset painted the sky in orange and red colours, almost as if someone had painted it especially for this moment.

you sagged against his chest — your own heaving for breath as your feet trembled on his thighs. ted acknowledged it and gently lifted you by the waist and turned you around in his lap to face him, gently removing his fingers from you. when you met his face, it was nothing but gentle.

he broke the silence first, voice almost sounding a little self conscious — like he wasn’t sure if you actually enjoyed it. ted — deep down — knew that you loved the way he made you feel, but yet he still found a way to let his insecurities creep in. “how are you feeling, sweetie? are you okay — was that okay?”

you finally caught your breath, looking at him with an obvious look in your eyes. you huffed out a tired breath, bringing your arms up to loop around his neck lazily. “baby, are you serious?” you asked with a giggle. ted chuckled, looking away as if he wasn’t convinced but your hand went to his jaw, cupping it gently. “ted,” you started sternly. “it was perfect. you — you are perfect.” and just like that, he leaned in, mouth capturing yours in a slow kiss.

what do we think what do we think?! i wasn’t meant to be writing on vacation but I hate my family and decided to ghost them while literally in their company and write this ted drabble for @corpseonvinyl so.. hope this is good !! eek it’s kinda rushed tho

[baronessvonglitter]

Good Luck Charm

Ted Garcia x f!reader | WC: 523 | read on AO3

Summary: You give the mayor of Eddington a bit of good luck before he makes a big speech.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Established relationship. Unprotected piv. Office quickie. Creampie. References to the Covid-19 pandemic so... canon compliant? Reader is able-bodied female but otherwise not described.

A/n: I've just been thinking about this guy a lot, and was recently inspired by @joelmillerswife9 's Just Friends and Naughty Call. Go check them out and get Ted-fever along with me! (I'm outlining an unrelated Ted miniseries/collection so if anyone is interested just let me know 😊)

dividers by @cursed-carmine 👑

The moment Ted approaches the podium, faced by the media reporters and government officials, he stops being Ted, your man, and becomes Mayor Garcia.

He’s magnetic in front of the camera, just enough of a smile to be affable, to show his constituents he’s just like them – flesh and blood, carrying the burden of making Eddington a happy, profitable, comfortable place to live, to do business, to raise a family in.. Ted Garcia is the best man to lead this town.

But even the best of men have secrets..

What no one knows except you and him is that he has your cum-stained panties in his back pocket as he prepares for the live address to the town. He reaches back to touch the silky material, assuring himself that it’s there and that you’re there, in spirit at least, watching perhaps from the windows of City Hall behind him.

He has to force away the memory of you beneath him, hunched over his desk, bracing yourself as he grabbed your hips and fucked you deep and fast, your moaning in time with each thrust, nearly insensate as he pushed you over the edge. Your hands had wandered behind you, resting on his hips, wanting to feel them piston under your touch. His jeans and briefs pooled at his feet, his shirt pulled up as his slight paunch rested just above your ass as he watched the ripples on your cheeks with each thrust. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged, “touch me, feel how hard I’m working for you.” His teeth nipped the nape of your neck.

“Mm,” you moaned, “my mayor’s working so hard for me!”

Jesus, he nearly came right then, but he held it together, wanting to wait for you, to feel you come and drench him. “Damn right I am. I’ll work as hard as it takes to please you.”

You gasped his name with each thrust, bracing yourself over his desk, the sound of your flesh smacking together driving both of you wild until you finally fell apart with the press of his fingers to your needy clit. You throbbed around him, milking his own release. Ted’s vision nearly went white as he filled you up, sparing no drop from your greedy cunt.

After, he’d wiped you down with your own panties, and you’d kissed his cheek, straightened his tie as he stuffed the lacy material in his back pants pocket. “Can’t leave without my good luck charm,” he’d said with a small smirk.

Now, facing the cameras and making a statement about the current public health crisis, the coronavirus pandemic that is sweeping the globe, making its inevitable approach to their small town. His words are a harbinger of hope, a reminder that nothing can be accomplished without doing what’s best for our neighbor, that rules are imposed for our safety, and that together we can transform our greatest challenges into our greatest victories.

The feed cuts off and he lets out a sigh of relief, rolling his neck and shoulders. He’s going to need you again, and soon. But first he owes you a new pair of panties.

taglist: @joelmillerswife9 @la-vie-est-une-fleur29 @holbrk @harriedandharassed

@wand-erer5 @crumbs-from-the-algonquin @darkheartgatita @jxvipike @mani-pedro

[holbrk]

QUIET HOURS — ‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ | a ted garcia drabble

word count: 379 | warnings: may induce tears??, the mayor is feeling sad. pairing: solo!ted and some ted garcia x f!reader notes: thank you @jadesmultifandom for being my beta reader. gifs made by me.

The bar had emptied out long after midnight, the last glass washed and set aside. Ted wiped down the counter one final time, the old rag damp in his hand. The place smelled faintly of whiskey and wood polish, a comfort in its own way. He sighed, stretching his back, the weight of the day settling heavy across his broad shoulders.

Locking up, he stepped out into the night. Rain had begun to trickle, soft at first, then steadier, slicking the pavement in silver. His boots carried him to his car, the streets quiet enough that he could almost imagine the world was his alone as he began the drive home.

Inside, the house was dark and still. Eric already locked up in and more than likely asleep in his room. Loosening the buttons of his shirt, Ted made way to his bathroom. After a brisk shower, he set the kettle on. A hot mug of tea soon warmed his palms, steam curling up against his face. He leaned back in his chair, listening to the patter of rain against the window, letting it soothe the restless edges of his thoughts.

By the time he slipped into bed, the storm was in full swing, water racing down the gutters, wind rattling the glass. He lay on his side, staring at the wall before him, the faint glow of the moon casting shifting shadows across his bedroom.

Laying in the darkness he began to think of his ex-wife. It had been years since she left. He had grown used to the silence she left behind, but sometimes — like now, with the rain pressing close — it ached. He let himself imagine what it might be like to find love again, someone to share these quiet hours with. Someone who’d laugh at his tired jokes, who’d brush her hand against his when she passed him a cup of tea. Someone who might fall asleep beside him, the warmth of her breath soft against his neck.

Ted closed his eyes, chasing the fragile dream, letting it take shape. For a moment, the ache lifted, replaced by something tender and hopeful. The rain carried him toward sleep, steady and forgiving, as though the world were whispering that maybe, just maybe — he still had time.

Don't forget to reblog as it's the best way to support my content, likes are also appreciated as well! I'm always so thankful for any and all support. ♡

Tagging (please inform me if you want to be removed): @iamasaddie @pokayyto @perotovar @cassiuspascal @berryispunk @chasingthepoguelife @madpanda75 @lady-artemis27 @elvenhymntoelbereth @shivispunk @cosmickid-inmotion @beezusvreeland @eviispunk @glitterspark @crumbs-from-the-algonquin @decadent-hag1 @worhols @picketniffler @la-vie-est-une-fleur29 @68saturnism @melmel-fandom @jadesmultifandom @anabdaniels @savedyounine @mani-pedro