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 :(
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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
summary: Ted is forced to dress up as Santa for charity and children. At the end of the night, you get a ride in his sleigh.
contents/warnings: Explicit (18+ MDNI!) - this is in fact pwp... again, swearing, mention of alcohol, dirty talk, terms of endearment, riding, santa roleplay (??), power switch, unprotected piv (don't do this irl), car sex, a few ass smacks, light choking, creampie (oops), no aftercare, no description of reader, no uses of y/n. Apologies if I missed anything.
wc: 1200+
a/n: idk either lmfao. but i started something with that clint fic... @rosharanfiction i blame you for creating a monster (joke) anyway, merry christmas ya filthy animals 🤍🎄(also did not proofread this... sue me. all mistakes are my own)
It’s crazy how you even ended up here. Riding your boss in the back of his truck after the annual Christmas fundraiser for the town. Ted was forced against his will to dress up as Santa Claus for the kids since he’s mayor. He hated every second of it.
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“Do I have to wear this shit?” Ted groans as the Santa top is buttoned up.
“I’m afraid so, Mr. Mayor,” Jake says, his clipboard held across his chest as he watches Margie button up the Santa suit with nimble fingers.
Ted sighs, rubbing his forehead before he turns to look over at you. Margie follows his movements, earning a groan from him. “Why did I agree to this again?”
“You didn’t. It was assumed that you would do it since you’re the mayor,” you pause, trying not to laugh at him in the ridiculous suit. “It’s for charity and the kids.”
“I hate kids.”
“You have a kid,” you remind him with a furrow of your brows.
“Yeah, but Eric’s a teenager. He doesn’t count.”
Now you’re really confused, “Didn’t you-”
“Forget it,” he cuts you off, waving his hand. “How many people are even here?”
“The whole town,” you grimace.
Ted’s face drops, “The whole town?!”
It’s safe to say that you nearly got fired right there. But Ted put on his best show for the children… and the money. He even went all out and wore the beard–after arguing about it for 20 minutes. Your boss wasn’t the easiest man in the world, but he had a decent reason for it.
“Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas,” he says as he sits a little girl in his lap. “What would you like for Christmas?”
“You’re supposed to know. You’re Santa Claus,” the girl giggles as she raises her arms.
Ted chuckles warmly–nearly just like Santa before he nods. “I suppose you’re right,” he pauses, pretending to think. “I got it,” he raises his pointer finger, “You want a Barbie dreamhouse. Not just the pink one, but you want the purple one. Did Santa Claus get it right?”
The little girl beams, nodding her head frantically, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Everyone around them chuckles at the little girl’s antics before Ted speaks up again. “Well, I better get that gift for you, huh?”
It’s like this all night–kids coming up to him and asking for gifts they will or won’t get. Ted gets this frown on his face after they walk away, the crease between his brows is evident to you more than anyone else.
When a little boy walks away from the stage, you lean down to speak to Ted. “Does Santa need a break?”
He rolls his eyes, shaking his head, “Don’t ever let me embarrass myself like this again.”
You chuckle quietly, “You need to decompress in your sleigh, Santa?” It’s a light tease, but when his eyes flick over to you, the fire burning behind them is evident. Either you struck a nerve or he thinks you mean something entirely different.
“Do you enjoy your job?” he asks, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Nerve it is.
“Most days,” you state with a small shrug.
“Then I suggest you shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”
Oh.
Oh.
Your breath catches faintly before you avert his gaze, “You have another kid coming up, Mr. Mayor.”
He hums in acknowledgement, not taking his eyes off of your figure for a second. “Maybe I will need to decompress in my sleigh,” his voice drops lower for your ears only as he adds, “if you’re willing to take a ride.”
Suddenly the room seems too hot–too small as you stare at Ted.
Your boss.
Was he seriously implying what you thought? In a Santa suit at that.
“Santa!” A kid yells out, pulling you away from Ted’s gaze and your thoughts.
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That’s how you ended here–with your boss rutting up into you. His hands were tight on your hips, guiding your movements as his hips snapped against yours. Your tits bounced in his face as your moans filled the cabin of his truck.
“You couldn’t shut your mouth before,” he grunts as he picks up the pace. The thick tip of his cock beautifully hitting your cervix, “Now look at you. Riding Santa’s sleigh.”
The moan you let out at that should be embarrassing, but the feral look in his eyes disappears for a split second before it’s back. He’s enjoying this too much, and he can barely hold on, is what you gather from it. The furrow between his brows deepens before he smacks your ass, earning a sharp gasp from you.
He chuckles breathlessly, raising his brows at you, “Oh, you like that, huh?” Another smack, “My filthy girl,” another smack–sharper this time and leaving a red handprint on your asscheek.
Ted calling you his filthy girl isn’t lost on you, but the obscene stretch of his thick cock pounding into you is leaving you a moaning mess. “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart,” he coos.
You needed to gain your bearings–and quickly. The slick walls of your cunt were affecting him, even if he wasn’t trying to show it. You’ve known him long enough to know when he’s holding back.
Slowly you inch your hand higher up his chest until it wraps around his throat lightly. He lets out a sound of surprise before he tilts his head back to give you more access. “Look at you, sweetheart,” he slows his pace to a stop, removing his hands from your body and holding them up in mock surrender.
“Do your worst.”
It was a challenge you were gladly going to take. The alcohol you had earlier was coursing through your veins, making you feel more confident as you began moving again. Your slick velvet walls tightened around his cock, pulling him in deeper and earning a series of grunts from the back of Ted’s throat.
He’s always been a man of power. But God, does he look beautiful under you now. Letting you set the pace as he’s forced to just take it.
“That feel good, Santa?” you ask, increasing the pace of your rising hips.
“Yeah,” he growls low in his throat, “C’mon keep going, baby. Choke my cock like I know you want to.”
You chuckle faintly, flexing your hand against his neck just to see his dark orbs flick to yours. “Yeah?” you coo, “You want me—fuck—to cum on your dick?”
He nods in your grip, bringing his hands up to grip your ass again to ease the pressure off your thighs. “Go ahead and give it to me. Be a good girl for Santa.”
It’s not long til you finish. Your soaked cunt tightens around his cock so hard that it rips his orgasm right out of him. The groan he lets out fills the cabin as he paints your walls white with thick ropes of his release.
The two of you fall silent, both of your frantic breaths being heard as the weight of what you just did settles between the two of you. “Goddamn,” Ted chuckles out, breaking the tension.
You chuckle along with him before you lift your hips, leaving his warmth to put your clothes back on. “Not bad, boss.”
Ted groans, rubbing his face as he sits up. His usually perfectly styled hair is unruly—wild, “We don’t talk about this, okay?” He pauses, lifting a finger, “It was a moment of weakness.”
You nod slowly, chuckling as you pull your shirt over your head, “Got it.”
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Rating: E
Summary: Ted's too focused on the mayoral race. You're sick and tired of hearing about it.
wc: 1.5k
Contents: bitchy Ted, subby Ted, oral sex, p in v sex, inappropriate use of bodily fluids, no physical description of reader but she wears a skirt and bra, moth never uses y/n, no big eddington spoilers if you haven't seen it yet
notes: I really enjoyed Eddington. It was such a wild ride. I won't share my entire review in the notes here but, god, I love Ted. What a bitch. Let's be mean to him.
Thank you Birdee for the beta. Wherever you are.
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Ted’s in a foul mood when you find him sitting behind his desk. He’s scowling at a piece of paper, grinding his molars, and barely looks your way when you walk into his office.
“Anybody see you come in?” he asks by way of greeting.
“Don’t think so,” you reply, not hiding your annoyance.
The office is empty as it has been since lockdown started. Everyone works from home now aside from the clerks that have “essential business” down the hall. Ted’s warned you a number of times that he can’t be seen breaking lockdown but you can’t show up at his house with his son around.
“What’s wrong?” you ask, though you know the answer already.
“You know what’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong. Joe Cross, that’s what,” Ted replies.
You try your best to not roll your eyes but Ted’s been bitching about this ever since the sheriff posted that video saying that he was entering the race.
“He’s a joke,” you say for the hundredth time. “Nobody’s going to take him seriously.”
“Then howcome I’m seeing his signs at Gunther’s? At, at the gas station?” he asks. “He’s doing a town hall at Paula’s.”
“Paula’s a cunt,” you say.
Ted’s handsome face remains stormy.
“I went out for a coffee. This was under my windshield wiper,” he says, thrusting the paper at you.
It’s a flier for Joe’s campaign decorated with clip art. At its center, a photo of the man himself in his big white cowboy hat, run through with streaks as though the printer was running low on ink. You can spot at least one typo and a grammatical error at first glance.
“This is the ugliest damn thing I’ve ever seen,” you say.
“That’s what’s so fucking ridiculous about this whole thing. He’s running around like a clown and people’ll still vote for him,” he grumbles.
“Ted, if you’re just going to bitch and moan, I’m just going to go home,” you say.
Shit’s difficult enough after two months of lockdown and Ted’s spoiling the already precarious mood. Your relationship, if you could call it that, has just been about blowing off steam, having a little fun to take your minds off of things but recently, it’s been nothing but reminders of just how bad things are around here.
“And after everything I’ve done for this town,” he goes on. “Y’know, I’ve given my whole life to Eddington and men like Joe Cross–”
“Ted! Shut the fuck up.”
He actually stops talking for once, his full bottom lip hanging open. You slam the flier onto his desk and put yourself between it and Ted.
“I don’t want to hear about Joe Cross today,” you say. You rake your fingers through his thick, dark hair and then tug on it. “In fact, I don’t want you to talk at all.”
Ted’s shoulders stoop with a sigh. “I know you’re trying to make me feel better but I’m just not in the mood. Maybe you ought to just go home,” he grouses.
“I’m not here to make you feel better, Ted. I’m here as one of your constituents,” you say. You lift yourself up onto his desk, sitting your ass right on Joe’s hideous flyer. You hike up your skirt and spread your legs, revealing that you’re completely bare. “The mayor’s got to earn my vote.”
Ted’s eyes dart between your face and your pussy, his pupils going wide. His jeans tent and, once the shock has worn off, he’s sliding off the chair onto his knees.
He swears as he hooks his hands around your thighs. He wastes no time, burying his face in you with a pathetic little whimper.
“Good boy,” you coo, and you’re rewarded with a groan that vibrates through your core.
The bite of Ted’s mustache makes you gasp every time he goes down on you. Today he’s eager, desperate, tongue working you in circles that have your toes curling.
You love Ted like this, obedient and needy. He can be petulant and egotistical but he only gets on his knees for you. A true civil servant.
He quickly finds the rhythm you like accompanied by more mewls and moans. Your head is thrown back, eyes pinched shut, reveling in the delicious sensations winding you up just right.
Ted’s hand travels up sliding beneath your shirt.
“Fuck,” he growls into you when his fingertips graze the lace of your bra.
You might’ve forgone panties but you wore this just for him.
Ted palms at you, teasing your nipple into a stiff peak. His hand is strong and big but his skin is soft. He’s never worked a hard day in his life.
“Ted,” you whine with a yank to his hair.
He’s so lost in your body that his pace has slowed.
Ted responds in kind, releasing you to circle your entrance with his finger. He sucks your clit between his lips and as you gasp, he slides inside of you. The sudden stretch has you keening.
You fist his hair, back arching up towards him but he anchors your thigh against the table with his other hand. He’s ruthless, finding that spot that makes you see double as his mouth devours you. He knows you’re close— your legs quiver and you’re beginning to flutter around his thick fingers, you gyrate against his tongue in desperate need of relief. And soon you’re at your peak, speeding towards bliss like you’ve just dove off a mountain. There’s no reason to stay quiet in this deserted office so you let out a feral cry as fireworks explode in your vision.
Ted stays focused, dutifully working you through your high, his fingers slowing as your bones turn liquid. His mouth leaves you but his lips stay close, his hot breath teasing aftershocks from you, his nose brushing gently against your swollen clit.
“I love making you cum,” he says dreamily.
He backs away, admiring the mess he’s made of you and the campaign flier beneath your ass. His lips and chin glisten with your release.
“You going to keep staring at Joe or are you going to fuck me?” you ask.
Ted looks up at you, grinning darkly. He rises to his feet, undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans letting them fall around his knees. You still stare every time he takes his cock out, so thick and coated with precum. It makes your mouth water. He pumps himself slowly and you're already clenching.
“You want more?” he asks, a little too cocky, but then he slides his length through your swollen, slick lips and you groan.
He keeps going like that, coating himself in your arousal. You have to hold onto him— one hand on his forearm the other twisted in the front of his fleece vest— so you don’t squirm off of the desk.
“Ted, fuck me,” you say. It’s not a plea but a command.
“Yes, ma’am,” he responds.
He slides into you slowly, hissing and humming with pleasure as he inches in. When he’s buried himself to the hilt, he’s got both of his hands braced on the table top on either side of you. His face is so close, you catch your own scent on his lips. Finally he kisses you, his tongue searching your mouth with the same diligence it had between your legs. You taste yourself there along with the bitter warmth of his coffee.
Your lips travel lower, teeth grating against his neck, marking him with a bite. His hips stutter.
“Careful,” he warns.
You ignore him, this time biting harder. He’ll have to go to his big fundraiser with your mark on him, let everybody wonder what Ted Garcia’s been doing in his spare time.
He responds by tugging your shirt up so he can finally see your bra. Those big brown eyes take you in before nuzzling his face between your tits, nipping and sucking on the flesh beyond the delicate fabric.
His pace intensifies, thrusting without restraint, his hand pressing into the small of your back so you don’t slip away.
“Tell me you like it,” he growls.
“It’s so good,” you pant. “You’re so good for me. So good for this town.”
That does it for him. Ted’s eyes squeeze shut, the muscles in his arms and neck going taught. You know he won't last much longer.
“Cum for me, Ted,” you say.
He nods, absolutely ruined, and makes a guttural sound. You gasp as he pulls out of you. Ted fucks his fist with the same urgent pace until he’s spurting thick ropes across your thigh. Most of it, though, lands between your legs on Joe Cross’s smiling face.
Ted collapses onto you, his sweaty forehead pressed into your shoulder. You cradle his head against you, carding your fingers through his hair. Beneath the perspiration you can smell his cologne, something spicy and warm.
“When this is all finished, I’d like you to come over. Take you on a real date,” Ted says, breathless.
You’re not sure you like the idea of being First Lady of Eddington but in this town, you could do a lot worse.
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Word Count:- 3800
Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Video call sex, masturbation, vibrators, teasing, dirty talk, bedroom voice, swearing, self pleasure, mentions of previous sex between them, exhibitionism.
Thanks as always for the read peoples. Fics will be slower this month with Pedrotober coming up soon im saving ideas for that. All feedback is welcome.
All the usual suspects were there, boxed up neatly together. A gallery view of familiar faces, badly lit living rooms, & the occasional frozen screen. Zoom really is the best gossip, nothing beats a sanctioned chance to snoop into people’s homes. Small joys in lockdown, really. There haven’t been many others.
Their names were as ridiculous as the people themselves.
Janice had become “Janeewainee.”
Michael was “M82,” probably his year of birth, as if anyone cared.
Karen was still “Karen,” except her kids had clearly hijacked her account. She couldn’t get the bunny ears filter off, which was only making her moaning more ridiculous.
James was there too, pretending he was on mute so he wouldn’t have to contribute. Classic him, you wouldn’t expect anything else.
But then there was Ted. Just Ted (he/him). Of course the mayor didn’t need anything else, plain, serious, as if Zoom had been invented solely for his brand of gravitas. He sat there framed by warm lamplight & an ugly brown door, trying to look in control while his camera made him look perpetually disapproving.
You had decided Just your initials. Couldn’t be bothered fiddling with settings.
This was the new normal: council business conducted in glitchy little rectangles. On today agenda Ted wanted to talk about something fitting, Wi-Fi protection & “safe locks.” His big mayoral push against doomscrolling, encouraging everyone to “step away from their screens.” He knew he was one of the biggest culprits of this. Judging by the silence, no one was complaining.
You leaned forward, listening more than speaking. Janice had gone on about her dodgy router, Michael wanted to know if “safe locks” would block his football stream (although knowing Michael you knew what he was actually more concerned about coming up), Karen, pink bunny ears twitching in the corner of her screen, was convinced it was just another way for “Big Tech” to spy on her. That this is all too much & why couldn’t they just go to the town hall. Ted had pointed out each time that I was being used as a testing centre for covid. He every now & then would mute himself as he probably swore at her.
Ted was the professional & just nodded through it all, his mayor face in full effect. patient, stoic, like he was carrying the weight of rural broadband on his shoulders. You found yourself watching his little square more than you should, the way his gaze dipped down when he made notes, the way his mustache twitched when someone said something daft. But soon it was then your turn to contribute to the meeting.
You cleared your throat. “I mean… I don’t really mind the idea of restrictions. Sometimes a hard limit is the only way I actually get anything done. Otherwise I’ll just keep going & going until I’ve worn myself out.”
It was said casually, innocently, you meant endless scrolling, the hours of blue light & white lights. But in the momentary silence that followed, you noticed Ted’s head snap up from his notes. His eyes flicked toward the camera, & for the briefest second he looked… startled. Like you’d reached through the screen & touched him. You notice his cheeks go red & that made yours go red, it’s suddenly dawning on you. Only Michael had also noticed this line obviously.
It was a beat too long passed before ted responded.
“Ah. Yes. Well. Quite right,” he muttered, voice lower than usual. his gaze dropped again, though not before you caught it, the tiniest falter in his composure. He grabbed his glass & gulped some water down trying to compose himself.
Ted soldiered on, shifting the topic toward firewall costs & the budget, though you noticed he couldn’t quite look straight into the camera anymore. His voice had that slightly gravelly edge now, the one he got when he was trying too hard to sound steady. You’d heard that voice after many of these meetings, it made you twitch it you seat, a heat rising from within.
As the conversation continues Karen’s kids unmuted themselves & started blasting cartoon theme songs from the room next door.
“Kids what did I tell you” she shouted & got up, you heard a couple of door slams before she returned to the screen a few minutes later as red as a beetroot. Her hair cut which was very much a Karen style tussled.
Ted sighed knowing momentum was now lost & that it was getting late, he muttered, “Good lord, I’d give anything an interruption & some normality.”
You couldn’t help it, you giggled. It slipped out soft & sudden, bubbling over your mic before you could mute. Ted glanced up at you, startled again, & the corner of his mouth twitched like he might almost smile.
“Something funny?” Janice’s voice cut in, sharp & nosy, her screen glaring back at you her eyes like thunder, with the bunny eared Karen in the top left corner now glitching out.
You shook your head quickly, heat rising in your cheeks. “Oh, nothing. Just, background noise here too.” Your bluff wasn’t convincing her as she sat back arms folded.
Ted cleared his throat. “Right, well, thank you all for your… input.” He reached toward his keyboard, the host controls reflecting faintly in his glasses. “That’ll be all for tonight’s council meeting, same time in two weeks?” He asked & was met with approval. One by one the boxes disappeared until the gallery shrank down to nothing, leaving your own blank reflection in the black screen. Back to the silence of your little house. Locked down & once again cut off from the world.
You smoothed the skirt of your dress as you stood from your chair, fingers already reaching for the top to take it off. It was the kind of thing you only wore for these calls, too nice for the sofa, too wasted on lockdown evenings, but it looked presentable on camera. You’d been eyeing your pyjamas all night, thinking how good it would feel to curl up in them & forget about council business.
Then your phone buzzed.
Ted Garcia: Hop back on.
You froze, staring at the message. For a second you thought you’d misread it, but no, his name was right there at the top, like his Zoom square. Your heart gave a ridiculous little lurch. The dress suddenly felt too tight, too warm, clinging to your skin as if it knew you’d been caught before you’d even changed.
You sat back down at your laptop, nerves prickling as you clicked the link. The screen bloomed to life, & there he was, Ted.
Same room, the faint lamplight painting him gold & shadow. He was leaning closer to the camera now, not in his tidy mayor posture but like a man who’d been waiting. The tie he had worn to be proper gone.
“Ah. You came back,” he said softly, & the sound of his voice, lower now, made your chest tighten.
You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to pretend this was just another follow-up, even though your pulse was thudding in your throat.
“Of course I did” you beam at the screen even you can tell your eyes are dazzling. “So… did you want to go over the notes?” you asked lightly. Then, with a little tilt of your head: “Or something off the record as usual?” You rest your head on your hand & let out a little sigh with a pout. For a moment, Ted just looked at you. His glasses caught the glow of his desk lamp, hiding his eyes, but you saw the way his jaw flexed, the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed.
“I erm…” He stopped, clearly flustered by what he was about to do. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, rougher. “I wanted to do what we usually do after these meetings. But… well. Covid won’t let us do it in person.” Heat flooded your cheeks instantly. You glanced down, smiling despite yourself, the dress you’d put on for appearances suddenly feeling far too intimate now. Also feeling hot, & your mind wonders as to how far this will go.
“Ah,” you managed, your blush giving you away even through the camera. “Some mayoral time with your favourite councillor?”
Ted’s mouth curved in the faintest, knowing smile. “Yes. Exactly.” He paused “I miss you too much”
Your blush still lingered when you asked, half-teasing, half-testing,
“So… how exactly do you imagine we’d… do this? Over Zoom?”
Ted leaned in closer, the pixels catching the shine on his glasses before he tugged them off, setting them aside. “Talking,” he said simply, though his voice rumbled. “But not about council business. About… you. About what I want to do to you.”
The words landed heavy, making your stomach flip.
“Go on then,” you whispered, feeling reckless with the empty flat around you.
His lips curved, the faintest, hungry smile. He leaned back just enough to unbutton the top of his shirt, then the next, fingers slower than they needed to be, like he wanted you to notice every inch of tanned skin. “I keep thinking about you & your mouth, & how it’s so much more talented than the words you speak.,” he admitted, licking his lips unconsciously, eyes flicking over your square. “ I like how you’ve still put an effort in for the zoom & have on one of my favourite dresses of yours. How it hugs you. How much I want my hands on the hem to peel it off & devouring your soft skin beneath & to lap away at the best desert in the world”
You inhaled sharply, heat rushing through you. The air between you buzzed, even across the screen.
“You miss my skin?”
“Miss all of it, your scent, your touch, your moans”
“You miss the tease” you lick your lips.
“Oooh I get the tease it’s just hard, so fucking hard”
For a few minutes it was just words, low & dirty, Ted’s restraint cracking as he told you all the things he missed doing, especially when he tried to make your cum noise, his voice spilling with hunger he could no longer dress up as professional. The bedroom voice in full use arousing you. You teased him back, describing touches that weren’t happening, how you wanted his fingers to curl, his cock to stretch & how you enjoy each drop of sweat that falls from his locks onto your skin with a sizzle.
It was getting to much for you now, aroused but with no real release, you had to make the move.
Heart pounding, you let your chair roll back, giving him the full view of you sat in the chair. His square widened slightly on your screen as his breath caught. Slowly you unbuttoned the front of your dress, you slid the shoulders off, peeling it down over your body until it pooled at your feet. You sat there in matching white underwear, the exact set he’d given you for your birthday months ago, back when you could meet in person. The recognition flared across his face instantly, eyes darkening. Remembering how the only time he had taken them off he had done it with his teeth.
“Christ,” he whispered, voice ragged. “You remembered.” Ted’s breathing had gone uneven, a sheen of sweat already beading along his hairline. He shoved a hand through his hair, it always needed a hair cut but covid had made it even more so, you wished to run your fingers through his hair more each time. His fingers then left his hair & his hand waspressing against the front of his jeans. His jaw clenched, but the sound that slipped out was a ragged groan. You missed them almost as much as him.
“Oooh fuck,” he panted, eyes locked to your square on the screen. “You’re such a dirty girl. Sitting there suggestively in what I bought you… showing me what I can’t have.” Your legs were wide but hearing those words made your thighs press together. You lean back further into your chair, heat curling low in your belly as you watched him touch himself through denim, his knuckles flexing, his breath hitching louder & louder until it felt like the mic might distort.
“Well,” you murmured, biting your lip, “I do have a replacement for you. But it’s not you…”
“What!” His eyes snapped up, pupils blown wide. You reached down beside your desk & pulled it out slowly, a sleek little pink vibrator, curved, shaped like a tongue. You held it up to the camera so he could see.
“Not quite the real thing,” you teased, “but it knows what to do.”
“Fucking slut” Ted swore under his breath, low & filthy, his hips bucking slightly against his hand. Sweat dripped down from his temple as he stared, chest rising & falling like he’d run a mile. “Show me,” he growled. “Show me how much you miss me.”
You pulse was thundering in your ears. Slowly, deliberately, you hooked a finger in the side of your white innocent panties which covered sin & slick & tugged them aside, baring yourself to the camera. Ted’s strangled groan filled your speakers, his hand working frantically at the bulge in his jeans.
“Christ alfickingmighty,” he hissed, eyes glued to the screen, sweat rolling down his temple. “My filthy, dirty girl…” you could almost feel the heat from him coming through the screen, he will lose self control soon. The words spurred you on. You pressed the toy to yourself, starting at the lowest hum, it still made the chair shudder as much as you, teasing little flicks that made your hips twitch. A gasp tore from your throat, & then a moan his name spilling out without you meaning to.
“Ted…”
He choked on a breath, tugging at his fly until he freed himself, cock thick, leaking & flushed in his fist. His head tipped back, panting hard, but his gaze snapped right back to you, wild & hungry. He jerked himself in quick, desperate strokes, sweat darkening the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt.
You couldn’t resist, You pushed the setting higher, the toy buzzing stronger against your slick folds. Your legs fell wider open, the camera catching everything, as this small tongue pleasured away, you didn’t care, you wanted him to see. Needed him to see. It was almost as good as the real thing this setting… almost.
“Oh god… Ted… fuck” you cried, turning the dial all the way up to the setting that always made you climax. The toy licked & pulsed in rapid waves, dragging you higher, your moans breaking into sharp little cries with each surge.
Ted was a mess in his square, mouth slack, chest heaving as he pumped himself faster, almost frenzied now, like he was chasing every sound you made.
“Say it again,” he panted, hips jerking. “Say my name while you cum, wanna see you lick it clean.”
You were already trembling, thighs quivering as the toy pulsed mercilessly against you on its highest setting. Your head tipped back, a cry tearing out of you.
“Ted…oh god, Ted! More more…” this setting was the one that reminded you most of him ehen he’s between your thighs. Hot & steamy, almost as if his lips & nose are chasing your high. His own little moans ehen he comes up for air like the fast him that then pauses for a few seconds from the vibrator before the next onslaught begins. Quivering & pleasure taking over like a wave upon the beach or the desert storm about to brake over Eddington.
The sound drove him over the edge. His fist tightened, hips thrusting up hard, & with a guttural moan he spilled over his hand, his body shuddering violently in his chair.
“Fuck” he growled no longer in control.
“I…. I….yesssss!” Your release crashed through you at the same moment, sparks detonating low in your belly, every nerve alight as you writhed against the toy. The orgasm ripped a scream from your chest, his name breaking again & again on your lips. It will always sound so much more in a moment of passion.
For a moment, the only sound was your ragged moans & his harsh panting through the tinny speakers. Both of you spent, both of you slumped in your squares, glistening & undone. A release you both needed & what better way than to help each other out.
Finally, Ted dragged a hand down his flushed face, still breathless, hair sticking damp to his forehead. “Fucking Christ,” he muttered, managing a shaky laugh. “If this is what lockdown does to us, I might have to break the rules. Come see you myself.” His eyes are wide, he is not joking. He’d break his own lock down rules just to get a night in your bed. To smell of you & sex & not wash for the next 3 days.
You tilted your head, still flushed, still glowing from release, & gave him a wicked little smile. “Or,” you teased, “you could just ask me to move in. Then I’d be part of your bubble. Problem solved.” 5 days before lockdown came into effect, you had talked to Ted about it only being a few weekend potentially without sex, that was now months ago. You are both pent up. Moving in had been a recent topic of conversation before the pandemic but you both agreed it was a little too soon.
He froze, blinking at you from behind the screen, & then, slowly, like he couldn’t help it, he grinned. His sweat covered face taking up almost all of the screen.
“I’ll go find the covid hand book” he said & stood up as you watched him put his penis back inside his denim jeans as he stood up on his unsteady legs to get the hand book. He’d get a better view when he returned to his screen as you had now taken off all of your underwear for him. You didn’t want tonight with the mayor to stop. You wanted him to stay on the meeting.
A month later, the council Zoom ticked along as usual: Janice still complaining, Michael still droning(& being far too inappropriate at times) Karen still trapped under her kids filters, this time she’s poetically a clown. Your square, though, was different. It just read camera not available, just your initials glowing grey. Nobody questioned it. Everyone had gotten lazy. You originally said your webcam was broke & you needed to take it to a repair store but you had a separate microphone to talk
But Ted knew.
He knew you were in the bedroom the hall, muted, hidden, waiting until the tedious motions of council life passed. He kept his expression neutral, kept his voice calm, but every time his gaze flicked to your blank square, his chest tightened. Knowing that once he called the regimented meeting to an end he could hop down the corridor from his study & enjoy the meeting debrief.
“Right, that’ll conclude tonight’s meeting,” he said finally, wrapping it up with the clipped formality of a man in charge. One by one, the boxes vanished until it was just his. He clicked End Meeting for All. The laptop lid closed with a soft snap. He stood, loosening his tie as he walked down the hall, each step heavier, hungrier.
When he pushed open the bedroom door, there you were, lying across his bed, your setup freshly moved in since you’d joined his “bubble.” The faintest, knowing smile played on your lips. Your dress tonight a little too short for the zoom. Red panties poking out, no bra, easy for him to get his thrill & for you to receive pleasure swiftly which will build all night. On the bedside table Ted covid handbook that he had gone to talk you through the other week but you’ve been filling it up with naughty Polaroids of you so they fall out each time he wants to looks something up. It’s safe to say that he’s been checking the book regularly but checking you out even more. A full strip search inspection every time.
Ted stopped in the doorway, eyes dark as he took you in. “You know…” His voice was rough, a little hoarse from talking all evening. “…your body is contagious to me.”
“I mean I’ve not got a full night sleep since I moved in” you joke back & close your lap top & shimmy across the bed & put it on the bed side table, just a hint of your panties on display. Before you could even say anything else , he was across the room. His hands gripped your waist, lifting you off the bed & onto the dresser in one swift motion, scattering hair brushes & jewellery & face mask as you gasped. He stepped in between your thighs, already tugging at his belt with one hand while the other squeezed at your hip possessively.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” he growled, pressing himself against you through your clothes. “All bloody night. Sitting there, pretending to listen to Karen’s nonsense, when all I want is to bury myself inside you.” He bite his lip as he kisses you in a frenzy. “You were mere meters away looking like this, my little feral slut & I had to sit there & listen to ramblings when I could have been plundering the perfect pussy” Your breath hitched, heat already pooling as you reached for him, helping shove his jacket off his shoulders.
“& finally, now,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear, “I’m going to.”
Your fingers slipped into his hair as his mouth found your neck, tugging him closer, closer, until you could feel the shiver of his breath against your skin. You moaned softly, arching against him as his shirt dropped to the floor, your dress flung away, his mouth sucking your breasts as your hand that’s not in his hair is down his jeans getting him ready.
“I needed this,” you whispered, breathless between kisses, clutching him like you’d starve without it. “I needed you so much.”
Ted groaned in need, his hips grinding hard against yours as he yanked your panties down. The world outside your covid bubble forgotten, as the two of you finally gave in, no screens, no distance, just heat & skin & a wild relief of having each other at last. Taking notes after the meeting with Ted had always been enjoyable for lots of reasons.
Summary: Ted just wants to relax after a long and upsetting day at the office. And of course if that stress relieving includes you, then you're more than happy to help.
Warnings: established relationship, swearing, MDNI (+18), dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, one ass smack
Word count: 2k
A drop of sweat clung to your skin and made its way down the curve of your neck. The dinner was getting ready in front of you on the stove, hot steam curling up in the air, filling the whole open kitchen. You wanted to finish dinner before Ted got home, but when you heard the keys jingling in the lock of the front door, you knew you failed.
His heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, the door closing behind him with more force than would be necessary. He shuffled around for a few minutes — the keys landing in the glass bowl on the dresser, his shoes being kicked off to the little mat that was placed out. You heard a muttered curse falling from his lips, followed by a heavy sigh, and you already knew that he wasn’t in a good mood.
He appeared moments later, expression unreadable as he walked towards you. He came to a halt behind you, his big hands finding your waist to pull you closer to his chest. His forehead hit your shoulder, his head turning to the side so he could inhale your scent. You didn’t want to say anything, at least not until he broke the silence himself. Your free hand found his ones resting around your middle, and you unconsciously leaned back more against him.
“I’m sorry for being late again. Things in the office were a shitshow today,” he started, voice low and muffled.
“Are you?” you asked and looked at the clock hanging on the wall across the room. It was really later than usual. “How about you go and change into something more comfortable while I finish dinner?”
He hummed in response, his mouth finding that spot behind your ear. You chuckled at the way his mustache felt against your skin, and you felt how his lips pulled into a smirk. Without warning, his hand went down to your ass to give it a quick squeeze before he stepped back, turning around and walking out of the room, leaving you grinning above the stove.
You stirred the food in the pot another time before shutting off the fire and preparing out some plates to serve it.
Meanwhile Ted was dragging himself up the stairs, his body finally surrendering to exhaustion. Long days always tired him out, but the campaign season was the worst. The paperworks, the campaign ads he had to do, all the new ideas he had to come up with, these all drained his energy. The only thing that comforts him in these times is knowing that he could come home to you.
He kicked the bedroom door open, the wood giving out a quiet creak. His suit jacket came off first, the brown material placed carefully on the back of a chair. Next was his patterned shirt and his pants, the clothes following the jacket. He made quick work changing into grey sweatpants and a yellow shirt, his body instantly feeling more comfortable than in his formal state.
You were too focused on trying not to spill the hot dinner over yourself, so when you felt a pair of hands coming around your waist, you jumped and let out a quiet gasp. The spoon you were holding fell from your fingers, hitting the floor with a loud clanking sound.
“Ted!” you shrieked, preparing to turn around in his hold, but he didn’t let you.
“I’m back,” he whispered next to your ear, his voice low and raspy, definitely not like it was just minutes ago.
“What are you doing?” you asked weakly as his hands started to roam lower. He stepped even closer to you, your back against his chest, hips pressing against your ass. He started placing soft kisses along the side of your neck, his mustache tickling the sensitive skin while his hand slowly disappeared under the shorts you were wearing.
You threw your head back against his chest as his thumb found your clit, putting the slightest pressure as he drew tight circles over it at a torturing pace.
“Jesus, Ted,” you could feel your wetness growing with every little movement, your pussy already drenched when he finally dips his fingers between your folds, but still not inside you. He was testing you, teasing you before he gave you what you really wanted. You let out a quiet whine to protest him, your hips bucking forward for more friction, but he just chuckled at your needy state. That bastard was enjoying it, you knew. “Ted, please.”
“Please what, baby? Don’t get shy on me now,” he murmured, while his fingers were teasing your entrance, his free hand moved under your shirt to grab your breast.
“I need more. Ted, please. I need your fingers, your cock, anything.”
His moves stopped, body going still behind you for a second. He pulled his hand back from your shorts and brought them up in front of your face. His thick fingers were glistening with your wetness in the dimly lit kitchen.
“What if I just bent you over this fucking counter and had a little taste, hm? Would you let me do that, darling?” he whispered, voice creeping lower.
It seemed like your brain short-circuited, no coherent words coming out of your mouth, so you simply nodded.
He didn’t need anything else. You let out a yelp as he roughly dragged down your shorts just enough that he had access, and with a sudden move he made the elastic of your underwear snap, the sound as the material ripped echoing in the open space.
“Ted!”
“I don’t care. I’m the fucking mayor, if I want then I’ll get you twenty new pairs instead,” he growled, pushing you down against the counter. Your cheek came in contact with the cold, but your body was so overheated that you couldn’t register anything else apart from his touches. Ted crouched down behind you, getting a full view of your pussy glistening with arousal. “The best sight in the whole world.”
He drove in without hesitation, his tongue dictating a relentless pace around your clit. His hands groped the flesh of your ass, pulling them apart to have more room. He had a big mouth in the office as Mayor Ted Garcia, always telling everyone what to do, but luckily he knew how to put that big mouth to good use as your boyfriend too.
Your moans were muffled by your hand, and when he heard it, his palm connected with your ass in the form of a smack. Not a hard or rough one, but one that would remind you not to do that again. He loved to hear every little sound you made and the way you moaned his name, but if you tried to drown these things, a little punishment awaited you.
Ted started to suck on your clit while one of his hands creeped down between your folds, a finger disappearing in your weeping hole.
“Oh, fuck. Please don’t stop,” you begged him, the combination of his finger and his mouth on you was too good.
“Not between my plans, baby,” he muttered against you, not pulling away for even just a moment. A second thick finger joined the first one, stretching you out, preparing you. “You taste so fucking good that I won’t even need the dinner.”
You could feel your orgasm building up, the intense pleasure starting to take over your whole body. You closed your eyes, waiting, but then… nothing.
His mouth disappeared from your clit, his fingers weren’t moving in and out of you anymore, and his hands weren’t holding you in place, allowing you to move freely. He stood up behind you with a quiet grunt, and you didn’t waste another second, turning around and looking up at him with a questioning and desperate expression.
He found your waist again, pulling you flush against him. His hips were pressing against yours, and you could feel his cock hard and ready under the layers of his sweatpants and briefs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot against your skin, sending shivers over your whole body.
“Let’s move to the couch baby, hm? That way you can be more comfortable while my cock fills you up just right.”
He started to lead you backwards while he pulled the last piece of clothing from your body, the shirt landing on the ground. For the first time that day his lips found yours, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue, his mustache still wet.
He stopped in front of his armchair and sat down. When he grabbed the back of your thighs, you started to move to straddle his hips, but he kept you in place. He rested his chin against your stomach, looking up at you through the valley between your breasts. You saw the difference in the amount of clothing he and you had on, and you reached for the hem of his shirt, the material landing somewhere in the room too.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he complimented you, eyes foggy with lust.
You were too aroused to say anything now, his words barely registering in your mind. Instead you slowly climbed over him, reaching down to untie the strings of his sweats. He was following your every move with half lidded eyes, his hands steadying you. When you finished, you quickly pushed his pants and his briefs in one motion just enough to free his cock.
His tip was flushed, a bead of his precum collecting at the slit. He stroked himself a few times while you positioned yourself over him. You slowly sank down on him, a moan tearing out of your throat at the feeling of his cock stretching you out. He threw his head back, his grip tightening around your waist.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, bucking his hips up impatiently, burying himself fully in your pussy.
You had to grip his shoulders when he started to move his hips up and down, your eyes meeting. You tried to match his pace, following his lead, but it was hard as the pleasure already started to overtake you.
“Jesus, Ted. Please,” you didn’t know exactly what you begged for, but his movements became harder and faster, his hands sneaking down to hold your ass and guide you up and down on his cock. The room was filled with the sound of your skin slapping against each other, your moans that you didn’t even try to hide and his grunting and occasional cursing.
“I’m going to… I’m going to come, Ted,” you warned him.
“Then come for me, darling!”
With his words you let your orgasm wash over you in waves. He pulled you close to his chest, slowing down and letting you ride out your high. Your walls were pulsing around him, and when he felt your body stop shaking, he started to move again, this time chasing his own pleasure.
After just a few more thrust, he came to a halt, burying himself deep inside you as he painted your walls with hot ropes of his cum. When he stopped twitching inside you, you collapsed against his chest, nestling your head in the crook of his neck. His fingers were gliding along the way of your spine, his mouth resting against your temple as you traced patterns onto his chest and shoulders.
The house was quiet and peaceful finally. No rushing, no stressing, just you resting there in that armchair, sweaty skin sticking together, but you didn’t care. Not at that moment. It was one of those rare occasions where you could spend time together, and you both loved to enjoy every second of it.
“Dinner?” you asked, breaking the silence that settled between you.
“Dinner.”
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I hope youre not getting annoyed of me already bc... well I may or may not have ANOTHER nsfw alphabet for you, Ted Garcia edition this time :)
⊰ aftercare ⊱
he's gentle, neither bossy nor careless, & makes sure you've got everything you need. he also wants you to give him feedback on anything new you two try out.
⊰ body part ⊱
he knows he has a good smile & a likable face, its helped him gain/keep his office. as for you, he loves your smile too since it appeals to the public but Ted especially has a soft spot for your hands & your eyes. really just how you lightly touch him or change your expression slightly to tempt him in public when you know he cant show it.
⊰ cum ⊱
I was gonna make a messy politician joke but I'll refrain & just say Ted likes it inside or just over your pelvic area
⊰ dirty secret ⊱
this is genuinely his biggest secret but he has a set of SD cards kept in a vault, containing camcorder videos of you two fucking bc he likes to rewatch when his son isn't home or if hes out on business & memory cards are a little more secure than having all that on his computer
⊰ experience ⊱
a fair bit, I mean Ted has a whole ass son & he was a bit of a whore in college
⊰ favorite position ⊱
its giving mating press or like having you in his lap while hes sitting in an office chair/armchair
⊰ goofy ⊱
Ted can be but I wouldn't say its his default, hes a fairly serious man who knows how to be softer or considerate but not super goofy
⊰ hair ⊱
before you when he was basically alone? mess. with you around? trimmed but nothing crazy on the upkeep
⊰ intimacy ⊱
he can definitely deliver on intimacy but he usually does it in a more understated way, like there's nothing beyond this room & the two of you rather than making you feel like youre floating up in the sky or something
⊰ jerk off ⊱
if hes away, sure, but only to you bc he cant be bothered with whatever bullshit is on those types of sites - it just doesn't really do it for him
⊰ quickie ⊱
⊰ kink ⊱
dirty talk (he needs noise but this makes him go crazy), marking (not the neck though), filming/photographing, roleplay, cockwarming, & I'll stop myself there
⊰ location ⊱
at home is 90% what happens, then also the mayor's locked office & the owner's office at his bar. occasionally a hotel or temporary office when hes out on business & can take you along.
⊰ motivation ⊱
you doing anything to distract him from his work (like how you look up at him during an important speech hes giving to the press) or when he sees you & feels a flood of relief when he gets home
⊰ no ⊱
no exhibitionism or anything PDA beyond a quick kiss, it isn't good for his image & he has hopes of becoming a state representative or senator which requires him to be fairly spotless
⊰ oral ⊱
he prefers receiving & asks for it often, mostly bc he gets really tense but this is the fastest way to get him to chill out. always happy to return the favor though!! he won't complain at all!!
⊰ pace ⊱
im struggling on this one but im gonna go with generally... slow bc hes used to the day being packed with his work but when hes with you then he really wants to take his time on the foreplay & working you up
sure if hes got a few minutes between meetings or other events, but Ted definitely doesn't prefer them over having more time to take with you
⊰ risk ⊱
NO. the closest he'll ever get is fucking in his own locked & shuttered offices bc he cant have those kinds of rumors going around. eddington is a small town cmon now.
⊰ stamina ⊱
hmmm I give him, on average, two rounds of about 20-40 mins each
⊰ toys ⊱
I think he has a handful just for fun but hes super careful about keeping them hidden
⊰ unfair ⊱
hes fairly charming & knows how to subtly get you going, so Ted can be a little unfair but he won't torture you when there's something in it for him
⊰ volume ⊱
Ted knows there's a decent amount of space from home to a neighbor's home, so he'll be plenty vocal there. if youre sneaking around in his office or bar, he covers your mouth with his hand & quiets himself by kissing along your neck.
⊰ wild card ⊱
would absolutely be down to have a unicorn if you two were out in a different city & could make the whole thing hush-hush (with your permission ofc)
⊰ x ray ⊱
solid 6.5-7" with a pretty decent girth & he's good at learning what to do for you, since hes a fairly considerate man when it comes to his lovely partner
⊰ yearning ⊱
he deals with a lot of bullshit & has to be straight-faced about it, if he has it bad for you then he can be patient for a while even if its killing him
⊰ zzz ⊱
it takes him a while to settle in & settle down, since ted usually has a lot of complicated things on his mind - but you cuddling up to ted helps him relax
fic authors self rec ! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to five other writers <3
thank u for sending me this, baby!! it was super difficult to choose five bc i just ksmksmks keep hating the stuff i post but gun to my head here's what i would pick:
feral: dark!joel miller x reader.
gingerbread: sub!joel miller x reader.
spanking: ted garcia x reader.
gender reveal: no outbreak!joel miller x reader.
loudmouth: jackson!tommy miller x ofc. (except for the last two chapters. i seriously hate those wish i could rewrite them tbh)
