#ted garcia x reader

On the outside nothing has changed, but really everything is different. In the past seventy-two hours you’d gone on a date with your boss, kissed him, had another date, and had your brains fucked out. You even stayed over Saturday night, only opting to finally leave Sunday evening, knowing if you stayed another night you wouldn’t get any sleep in his bed.

Ted thanks you for the coffee and you turn to go. “That skirt,” Ted mutters as you start to leave. “It’s a little distracting.”

“Should I go home and change?” you ask innocently.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls lowly, hands on your waist.

“Sir.. we have to go over the agenda before the meeting..” Your attempt at staying professional is at risk of fraying.

“Right,” he sighs, pulling himself away from you, collecting his sanity. “All right. Hit me with it.”

You list the major bullet points for the issues to be addressed that day– guest speakers and items that would be brought to the council’s attention. “More speakers against the data centers,” you continue, “zoning issues.. proposals for the new baseball field..”

It’s the longest Monday ever, especially as the two of you refrain from being too close, even behind closed doors. Neither of you completely trust yourselves not to give in. If you’re found out, any touch of scandal could hurt Ted’s chances at winning his reelection. Ted’s in meetings most of the day, so you eat lunch alone at the deli down the road.

You hope for some time alone with him before the meeting, but no such luck. The governor calls him at the last minute and Ted is on a call with her. You busy yourself at your desk with your own tasks, though in a small town like this, you have more free time than you had at your previous post.

Finally you head to the council chambers, the agenda tucked under your arm, Ted keeping pace at your side. You don’t even dare a glance sideways, knowing you’ll just be tempted to press him to the wall and have your way with him.

Ted walks in like he owns the room: calm, composed, an easy manner as he meets with and greets the council members. As everyone takes their seats you take yours at the end of the row. There’s no way to discreetly glance at Ted, to share his gaze and a knowing smile. But it’s better this way, more professional. And you’ve been professional long enough to keep up the ruse. During the meeting you surreptitiously eye him, admiring his poise, remembering the feel of his body against yours, the way he’d moved inside you, as if he’d done so a hundred times, how you’d come quicker than you ever had with anyone else..

“Mayor Garcia?” Councilwoman Reyes speaks up. You look up from your notes to see Ted, turning red, apparently having been caught watching you. A smile fights to stay on your face, so you busy yourself with the reading of the minutes from the previous meeting.

You keep a businesslike attitude as the meeting progresses, watching from the sidelines as speakers come to the podium and introduce new topics, some complaints and suggestions, and you watch as Ted masterfully puts everyone at ease. He defuses tension with a single sentence, shuts down conspiracy talk with cold facts. He nods at reasonable proposals, dismisses noise with quiet authority.

Fuck, you’re already dripping for him. You have been, at every council meeting you’ve been a part of. Only this time you’re going to do something about it.

Ted wraps the meeting with a firm but polite close. But he barely has time to gather his notes before Councilman Hayes steps in, shaking his hand, launching into a long-winded story about his grandson who got a scholarship for golf.

You linger nearby, organizing your notes, the face of composure, while your body burns for him. Come on, you think, just get rid of him.

Finally Ted excuses himself with a firm clap on Hayes’s shoulder. “Gotta run. Full schedule,” he lies smoothly. “We’ll catch up over barbecue,” he says before getting away, skirting past you. “My office, five minutes,” he murmurs. You give a miniscule nod, somehow managing not to hurry after him, pretending to look for something in your desk before going into the mayoral office.

He gets caught up again, Councilwoman Reyes wanting a word and when he finally reaches the confines of his office he finds you there, leaning against his desk.

“Are you wet for me?” he growls, crossing the room in just a few strides. “Or do I get the pleasure of getting you there?”

Your breath hitches. “Ted.. y-yes.. I am.”

“Good,” he growls, grabbing you by the hips and setting you down firmly on his desk. He drops to his knees between your thighs, hands sliding up your skirt. “You’ve been driving me insane all damn day,” he murmurs, his fingers finding the soaked lace covering your pussy. “Look at this..” He slides two fingers through your folds, pushing the material of your panties to the side. “Were you thinking about me during that meeting?” His thumb swipes purposefully over your clit.

“Ted!” you gasp. “Fuck.. yes.. you know I was..”

“Yeah? Did you imagine me fucking you when the meeting was over?” He removes his fingers, your sweet and stringy arousal stretching between his digits. “Know what I was thinking about?” He pushes in again, three fingers this time. “Fucking you over my desk.”

“Baby!” you gasp softly. “What are you doing?” You cast a quick glance at the door. You know it’s locked, but the fact that you’re doing this while city business is still going on all around you is giving a new kind of danger thrill.

“I’m rewarding you,” he says, thick digits pressing in deep, your pretty pussy stretching out around him, your walls pulsing greedily. He thrusts his hand deep, angling your hips up, your heels on the edge of his desk so he can get better access to you. His thumb keeps swiping over your throbbing clit, memorizing the right pressure and right pattern that makes you quake. Just when you’re on the brink he removes his fingers, licking up your juices.

“Turn around,” he growls.

Your heart pounds, core pulses in anticipation as you brace yourself against Ted’s desk. He undoes his belt and presses you down, a big hand between your shoulder blades. You know better than to move while he pulls his pants down just enough, freeing himself from his briefs before lining up, hot and thick, pushing inside in one slow, deep stroke. “Now move that ass for me,” he mutters. You stifle your cry as he bottoms out, stuffing you full. Breath hitching, you slowly fuck yourself on him

“Look at you,” he whispers, “take me like you were made for it.” His grip on your hips tightens as he guides your pace. “Think you can be quiet with me buried inside this tight little pussy?”

You shiver, clenching around him as he moves inside you, the sloppy sound of him thrusting into your wet channel so lewd to your ears, especially as you’re desperately trying to be quiet within the walls of his office. “Ted..” you whimper, a small cry escaping your lips.

He shifts your hips up, slanting them just so that he slides in deep, reaching between you and using his thumbs on your inner thighs to help stretch you out. “We need those pretty lips of yours to be silent,” he grunts, stopping just long enough to remove his tie. “Open,” he commands, and slips the silky material past your lips, effectively shutting you up. “That’s better,” he murmurs, picking up the pace once more. His hips snap harder, every thrust driving you forward. His desk trembles, papers get shuffled around, framed photos get knocked over. You both should be more careful. You both aren’t thinking. You whimper, keening beneath him. Sure, you can’t be heard, but if anyone were to listen they’d hear the unmistakable sound of flesh pounding into flesh.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” Ted mutters, feeling you clench around him. “You love this, don’t you, naughty girl? I’m not stopping until you come all over me.”

You moan his name but the tie muffles it as you come not once, but twice, drenching him, your legs trembling as you hold yourself up against the desk. Ted follows after, flooding your cunt with his spend, filling you up with every last drop stored in him. At last his grip eases on you, helping you stand but keeping you close to him.

“That was..” you pant, “Jesus, Ted!”

He kisses the back of your neck, muffling a breathless laugh. “We needed that.”

Your phone goes off – an alarm tied to Ted’s schedule. You quickly silence it and try to get cleaned up as quickly as possible. “The county liaison should be here in fifteen minutes for your meeting,” you remind him, stealing a quick kiss as he zips up his pants. You fix the scattered mess on his desk, righting everything in perfect order once again. And as he heads into his restroom to get cleaned up you slip outside to your desk, undetected.

Or so you think.

“Good mornin’ Miss Secretary,” you hear as you set your things down. You know that voice, you’ve heard him at several city gatherings, and you’ve never had a genuine smile for the man. Something about him is just off.

“How can I help you today, Sheriff Cross?” you ask as politely as you can without grinding your teeth.

He’s wearing that contemptuous smile, the one that hides a hostile attitude. You’ve never liked him from the moment you met him.

“Well, sweetheart,” he starts, and you recoil at the term of endearment. “I’m here to turn in my paperwork to run for the office of Mayor of Eddington.”

dividers by @/saradika 👑

@verybigvag is working on one or maybe its out

@toxicanonymity has one BUT READ WARNINGS I love it lol.

He admires your consummate professionalism at the office, his eyes hungrily grazing over your figure in your work attire as you flit about, capable and sexy, probably not even a thought given to his state of mind when he watches you. Yet you both handle the sexual tension with discipline during the week, despite the attraction of your bodies: fingers accidentally brush together in an exchange of paperwork, secret smiles, not so much as a kiss on the cheek.

He’s been well-behaved and so have you. Now that the weekend is upon you, it’s time to let loose.

Before the end of the day Friday he puts in a call to the local florist. “Red roses,” he says firmly. “A dozen of them.” He gives your address. “No card. She’ll know who they’re from.”

As he’s preparing on Saturday, he reaches for his phone on several occasions, thumb brushing over your name in his contacts. Half a dozen times he almost calls. Just to confirm. Just to hear your voice again. But no – he wants you untouched by schedules and duties.

He shouldn’t be surprised when you ring his doorbell at eight o’clock on the nose. If you only knew how your punctuality is such a turn-on for him. He’s at the front door in three strides. Slow down, he tells himself. You’re a mayor, not a teenager on a first date. But as he opens the door and finds you standing there, all his practiced words freeze on his tongue. His eyes rake over your form, taking in your red dress, your red lips, one of the roses he sent you is in your hair. Your eyes sparkle captivatingly. Ted’s breath catches in his throat.

“Thank you for the roses,” you say demurely. “You know they’re my favorite.”

Ted’s throat is dry but he manages a soft “Of course I know” as he holds the door open for you. He aches to pull you close to him, but he still has some shred of manners left.

“You look stunning,” he says, fingers tracing from your shoulders to the tips of your fingers, and he holds your hands for a moment before bringing you in for a soft and sweet kiss.

You’ve only ever been inside Ted’s home on official business, never to visit. Until now. You admire the decor, neat and stylish with a southwest motif. “Where’s Eric?” you ask, slipping your purse off your shoulder and hanging it up. The smooth sounds of Rose Royce’s “I Wanna Get Next to You” flow from Ted’s surround sound. He offers you a glass of wine, which you gratefully accept.

“He’s out with friends tonight,” Ted says casually, hoping the implication of you having the house to yourselves will catch on. “Hungry?” he asks.

“Starving,” you answer. “Whatever you have on the stove smells amazing.”

The table is already set with two tapered candles, their flames incandescent. A bottle of champagne, one of the more expensive labels, you note, rests in an ice bucket next to two crystal glasses.

“I don’t cook often,” he admits, leading you to the brightly lit kitchen. “But I managed to throw a little something together tonight.”

“You’ve gone all out,” you tell him, humbled and impressed. “I really appreciate this.”

“You,” he murmurs, stepping close enough to feel the warmth of your body, his hands on your hips, “deserve to be spoiled a little.”

“I won’t lie, I like this seduction technique.” You wrap your arms around his neck.

“Seduction technique? I’m just trying to keep from bending you over this countertop..”

“Jesus,” you exhale. “You don’t mince words, do you?”

Ted leans in, his voice a rough whisper against your ear. “When it comes to you, I don’t have time for words.” His hands slide to your lower back, pulling you flush against him, just enough so you can feel the hard line of him through his slacks. “Every second I spend not touching you or kissing you feels like a crime.”

You whisper his name, subtly moving against him. He growls in response, pressing his forehead to yours, breathing you in – slow and deliberate – like you’re the only oxygen left in the room. You take the lead, reaching up to kiss him, his lips all too eager to be drawn to yours. Warm, soft, insistent, his tongue breaches past your lips to tease yours.

“We should eat,” he manages, finally pulling away.

You exhale a jittery laugh. “Yes.. I’m actually really hungry.”

“Good. I spent all afternoon making this.” He lets go of you and grabs two plates, topping them with perfectly seared steak, roasted potatoes, and charred asparagus. He pours the wine for both of you. His hand lingers on the back of your chair, fingers grazing your bare shoulder.

“Eat up,” he says. “You’re gonna need your strength.”

He watches avariciously as you cut into your steak, daintily bringing it to your mouth. A near-moan leaves you as you taste the meat and his grip on his fork tenses. He watches the tender movement of your throat as you swallow, lightly licking your lips. God, that’s something he wants to explore later.

He does his best to keep the conversation light and pleasant. You talk about your family back home in Texas, and your adventure each Thanksgiving and Christmas to visit them. His own family is small – just him and his son these past few years. His parents passed. Wife was gone long before you entered his life – he doesn’t dwell on this chapter, just states it as fact.

“This is a damn good steak, Ted,” you tell him, washing it down with a glass of red. You dab at your lips with a napkin. “The flavor is perfect. It tastes like heaven.”

“I can think of something else I’d rather taste,” he murmurs.

“Ted,” you tease. “I thought you’d be more original than that.”

He offers a mild shrug and a mischievous grin. “I’ll take honesty over originality any day.”

“Dinner was delicious,” you compliment him. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Did you imagine I lived off of coffee and takeout?” He smirks, running a napkin over his mouth. “I wanted to impress you for our first official date.”

“Mission accomplished. Consider me impressed.” You smirk back.

He reaches across the table, fingers tracing the bare skin of your wrist. “That was just dinner. You haven’t had dessert yet..”

The subtlety isn’t lost on you. A frisson of excitement runs from your chest to your core, lighting up every nerve along the way. “Oh? And when was the last time you had dessert?”

“Too long,” he admits. His eyes are dark, like a storm rolling in over the brushland. “But I’m a man who likes to make up for lost time.”

He pushes back from the table with one sharp motion, chair scraping against the tiled floor. In one smooth step he’s in front of you, kneeling between your legs, hands gripping your thighs through your dress.

His voice is low, raw. “Need to touch you, taste you, take you apart.”

“Ted,” you gasp, “if you only knew how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that..”

His hands slide up your legs, rough and unyielding, fingers biting into your skin. He leans in closer, lips brushing against the bare flesh of your knee. “Jesus Christ, you’re killing me, sweetheart.” His thumbs trace your inner thighs, sliding higher. “I’ve been waiting goddamn weeks to touch you like this.”

Your breath shudders. “Ted.. you’re teasing me..”

He sees you shiver. The fire in his chest is hot and wild. “You have no idea just how much I’ve had to hold myself back.” His thumbs tease the edge of your underwear, making you gasp. “You think this is me teasing? Baby, this is me being patient.”

Your panties are already damp, pussy drooling, the ache in your womb growing exponentially as he takes his time, drawing out the moment, savoring the way you’re steadily losing your poise. He can smell you – sweet, warm, wet. It nearly breaks him. “Christ, you’re drenched already.” His fingers trace the soaked fabric slowly in a deliberate act of torture. Looking up at you through heavy lashes he murmurs, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your fingers, and.. and your mouth on me.. please,” you gasp.

As if every second of this has been planned and rehearsed inside his head a hundred times before, his fingers hook into the sides of your panties, dragging them down just enough as you lift your hips to give him access. He leans in close, his breath fanning across your sodden flesh.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, “begging for my mouth..”

Then he kisses you right where you ache, the first touch soft and teasing. When you whimper he gives you more – harder, deeper – and you taste like heaven. Lightning shoots through your veins, hips arched up to give more of yourself, your fingers carding through Ted’s curly locks as you call out his name. He groans against you, every sound you make a victory. Every gasp an anthem. He works you with slow, sure strokes of his tongue, building the heat, stoking it higher and higher. He knows just where to press, how to swirl, when to suck. When you call his name again, loud, shaky, he slips two fingers inside. “That’s it,” he growls between kisses. “Come for me right here.”

You’ve known men who love to please women, and Ted is definitely that man. He keeps you guessing, and in the next moment gives you exactly what you need. And he does it well. His fingers crook inside you just so, rubbing that hidden sweet spot and keeping his lips pursed around your clit. You come apart easily beneath his ministrations, crying out, limbs quaking.

He takes you through the aftershocks, slowly pulling back as he watches you come down. His whole body is hot, lightning crackling under his skin. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice rough, fingers sliding out from you. He brings them to his mouth to taste you once more.

Whimpering at the loss of his touch, you’re breathless, sated, excited. You cradle his head in your hands. “God damn it.. you’re good.”

He smiles and presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. Still half-wild and half-in control, he looks like a man who could break. “I don’t think you’re ready for how good I can be.” He stands, taking your hands and pulling you up with him.

Kissing him, tasting your own flavor on his lips, you stumble as one towards his bedroom, undressing each other along the way. On the bed he kicks free from his jeans, his shirt long forgotten somewhere in the hall. Left only in his black boxers which do nothing to hide how hard he is for you, he watches as you slowly peel off that red dress, like a rose casting off its ruby-red petals.

“Jesus,” Ted murmurs, pulling you on top of him on the bed. You’re straddling him in nothing but your bra and panties, matching red silk to go with your dress. “I could die with a smile on my face just seeing you like this..”

“Don’t say that,” you playfully chide him. “There’s no procedure in place for what happens to the mayoral seat if you die.”

“Ever the civil servant,” he teases you before his mouth closes over yours. You help him open the front clasp of your bra. His eyes darken as he takes in the soft curves of your breasts, your nipples taut. Then his mouth is on you, hot, slow, worshipping. One hand cradles your breast while his lips close over the tight peak, sucking gently, then harder as you arch into him with a moan.

“That’s my girl,” he mutters, switching sides and teasing you with teeth and tongue, lips and fingers, teasing you into a frenzy until you beg him for more. His hand slides over your stomach, dipping beneath the edge of your red silk panties. Finding you still slick and aching, he slides two fingers over your folds, slow and teasing.

“Ted!” you moan his name wantonly. He kisses you hard, deep, desperate as his fingers move faster, curling just right, feeling you clench around him. When you come, shaking and moaning his name like a prayer, he slides his fingers out of your slick channel and tears your panties clean off.

You whisper his name like a prayer, now bare before him, your gaze dark and lust-filled, chest heaving with exertion. Ted takes a moment just to look. His gaze slides over your naked body, slow and hungry. God help him, you’re so beautiful laid out beneath him. “You’re a vision,” he whispers.

“Let me see you,” you whisper, reaching up to pull down his boxers. Licking your lips you peel the material down his thighs. His length springs free, thick, flushed, already leaking for you. Just over seven inches, it’s an impressive cock.

“Touch me,” Ted growls, “or I’m gonna lose my mind.”

You wrap your hand around him, gently stroking upwards, feeling the thickness of him in your soft palm. “Can I taste you?”

Every muscle in Ted’s body tenses and he groans as you stroke him. “Please,” he whispers, his breath catching, as your thumb teases the head of his length. You lean down onto his lap, tongue flicking out to capture the bead of moisture from his slit, swirling your tongue.

“Look at me,” he softly orders. “Eyes on me while you’re sucking my cock.”

When your eyes meet his from beneath heavy lashes as your mouth closes around him, he’s done for. He guides your head, his hand on the nape of your neck, tangling in your hair, a deep groan or breathy oh fuck leaves him with each slow drag of your tongue, each gag of your constricting throat.

When you pull away, releasing him with a lewd pop, your eyes are dull and hazy, lips shiny with spit and precome. “I want to ride you,” you tell him. “I come easier when I’m on top.”

“Then get on me, baby,” he says with a low, dark chuckle. “Ride me how you want.”

“Is this okay?” you whisper, straddling him. “I’m on birth control..”

“Only if you’re sure.” He cups your face. “I’m clean – I’ve been tested recently, but sweetheart, if you’d rather use a condom–”

“I trust you,” you whisper, leaning into his palm. “I know you.” Indeed, you know his schedule from top to bottom. He doesn’t have much time for romps in the hay with people you don’t know about. “You’ve been lonely, just like me.”

He’s barely able to keep a coherent thought, the heat of your center just grazing his cock. “So damn lonely,” he agrees. “C’mon, let me feel you..”

Lining him up with you, you settle down on his length. “So big,” you whisper. It’s a snug fit, but you’re already so wet. His hands on your hips, he helps lower you down, savoring the sweet whimpers as he breaches you, filling you. ”You’re so tight,” he rasps, lifting his head to watch himself disappear inside you little by little. “Good girl.. take all of me.. every inch..”

God, he fills you up like no one else ever has. The sweet sting of the stretch of him inside you is alleviated by his hands – a sweep of his thumb across your pearl, circling and teasing, until he’s fully sheathed. Ted stills inside you, buried to the hilt. “Jesus, you feel so good,” he chokes out. His hands find yours, lacing your fingers together as he slowly sits up, bringing you chest to chest. Skin on skin. Heart to heart.

“Eyes on me,” he murmurs, and when your heavy-lidded gaze meets his he begins to move, slow at first. Deep. Rolling his hips in a way that makes you gasp, clinging tighter to him.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he breathes against your lips. “But I need you.. all of you.”

You gasp, your hips rolling against his, matching his rhythm. It’s bordering on too much when he delves in deep, splitting you open. You’re too full of him, but Ted takes it slow, rocking in an easy tempo.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against your neck. “Take it..” His hands grip you tight, supporting and guiding, as the mattress creaks beneath you. You moan his name, fingers digging into his broad shoulders, head tossed back as you ride him a little harder. His head drops to your shoulder as you take charge. “You take my cock so well, beautiful,” he murmurs, pistoning up to meet your hips, smiling against your skin when you cry out.

“You feel so good!” you gasp, cradling his head. “I’m so close.. I’m so close!”

He lifts his head, wishing he could drown in your eyes. “Look at me,” he growls, cupping your throat to force you to keep his gaze. “I want to see what you look like when you come for me..”

With his name on your lips you come apart, walls fluttering then squeezing him as you cry out in pleasure, seeing stars. “Sweetheart,” he utters, voice broken, ragged, raw. “I need to come inside you.. please.”

“Yes,” you gasp softly, trembling with aftershocks as he keeps fucking you through it. “Want it.. want it all inside me.”

Ted’s control shatters as he presses you back down on the bed, driving into you faster and harder, chasing his own pleasure. With a low growl he buries himself deep and comes inside of you, pulse after pulse of heat filling you as your breaths tangle between desperate kisses.

He holds you tight, both of you sweaty and breathless, listening to the sound of your heartbeats slowing in tandem. He presses soft kisses to your lips, your neck, the ridge of your collar bone, while waiting for the world to come back into focus.

“You okay?” he murmurs against your skin. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” you reply softly, your mind practically mush in the serene afterglow. “Ted, that was–” you exhale roughly, your body still thrumming with pleasure.

“Yeah.. I know..” He presses one more kiss to the tip of your nose before gently pulling out. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

You can’t help ogling his naked figure as he retreats to the bathroom. Tight ass, toned thighs, and a paunch when he turns to the side to wash at the sink. His cock is no longer at attention, but you still feel the way he was buried inside you moments ago, reaching places no one else ever had.

“Enjoying the view?” he says with a smirk as he brings back a damp cloth.

“More than you know,” you smirk up at him, spreading your legs when he parts them for you.

Gently, tenderly, he cleans you up. After, you cuddle with him, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart.

“Stay the night,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

“Are you sure?”

He nods. “Never been more sure of anything. Stay. Sleep here. Wake up with me.”

You look up, meeting his melted chocolate gaze. “How could I possibly refuse?”

dividers by @/thecutestgrotto 👑

The bar set steady as soft chatter filled the air; the dim lights provided a relaxed air as you sat silently— patiently waiting as your eyes fixated on the digital clock hanging by the name brand beer signs. 11:58. Just 2 more minutes and yet it seems time stopped for you alone, almost stuck in a state of a never ending impending but you knew you were being dramatic. Even when you fixated on your phone screen not much seemed to change as time set at 11:59. So close. You'd been practically on edge for the last 10 or so minutes leading to midnight.

It's not like everything you change for you— like you haven't consumed alcohol before. It wasn't often but you did feel like a rebel every time you'd managed to get a hold of a wine cooler or a twisted tea. Maybe it was the legality of it that made it feel different this time. Even the hesitancy in your walk felt like you were pulling 2 tons but you'd eventually made it as the clock set at 12:01. Mild disappointment set in how the time passed the moment you stopped paying attention but it didn't matter now.

Eagerly, you pull the shiny plastic card as you wave the bartender over. At first he gives you a suspicious look till you triumphantly flash the I.D card before he can ask any questions. The young man simply scoffs before nodding and starts on your requested drink; even making a comment how he'll put it on your father's tab.

With that he set the Cosmopolitan gently in front of you, the martini glass filled nearly to the brim with a pastel pink liquid that shifted to a lighter hue at the base of the glass. It was something so ordinary yet you needed that moment to let it set in— even taking a quick picture for the occasion. Distraction enough for an older gentleman sitting at a booth just a few feet away to set his gaze on you freely. Ted Garcia.

For a while the major found himself in pleasant conversation with your father [the local public defendant] but the moment he excused himself to the men's room— his sights set on you like a starved dog.

He traded the outline of your curves as you leaned forward on the bar stool, peaking at whatever inch of revealed skin he could take in from your position. It didn't take him long to salivate at the showcase of your thighs. The way your shorts tightened at the thickest part of your legs— it was enough for him to rise off the booth and stock over with his corrupt purpose— with the most convenient of excuses.

“Happy birthday kiddo,”

You almost jumped at the interruption, holding the glass stem tightly to prevent spillage as you pull it away from your mouth. Slowly the warmth of thick fingers trace your shoulder, creeping down your arm till a palm rested just above your elbow,

“Sorry sweetheart, I thought you knew I was here.” His fingertips gently caressed at your skin, arm now firmly draped around you— As if to keep too close.

“I was distracted Mr. Major but thank you.” You briefly roll your eyes before continuing, “I'm just trying to soak it in…I think…”

“Oh? Do you feel any different?” The question was sincere, as for many, It was a milestone.

To celebrate another coming of age, legal use of substances, and whatever debauchery was found on the course but not for you. It wasn't your style. That's what most adults seemed to like about you. Reasonably respectful, well behaved but still had your moments of teenage crudeness and mishaps. Nothing like sneaking out, no parties, and little to no friends oddly enough but it didn't harp on you too much.

You'd just turned 17 and It was already the start of senior year when you and your father moved to Eddington. Everyone had their routine, their groups, so it made sense you never found your place. There was a list of reasons why the move was necessary. Especially it being a court mandated position so that counted first and foremost— Even if it was to your dismay, arriving what seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by desert for miles. Despite the distance you felt trapped but oddly enough that's when you met the town's major. He was so polite in welcoming you both, helping y'all get settled in, giving a town tour. It was mostly for your dad after all; Eddington first public defender. It was a big deal apparently that Mr. Garcia just had to get acquainted.

Yet it still seemed to be there for you too. He was nice enough, always with advice and small talk that you grew conformable. Enough to confide in when you didn't go to your own dad. He was there in many ways and you were truly grateful and so was he. Ted would never forget the first time he laid eyes on you. The conversation was short between y'all at first— you were oddly shy, not too talkative either. Worse of all, he thought it was cute and that's when he knew then he was in trouble.

He was the adult, the major, he knew better after last time— but it felt different this time. Nothing inappropriate happened, at first. It was just talking but he kept talking. You always seemed to be there; a blessing and a curse. He thought if he had to interact it would be a responsible figure in your life. Someone to admire and look up too.

It only took a few short months for the sentiment to become literal. Now stuck between a rock and a hard place. Stuck with his boxers tenting at night and a heavy cock underneath. Cold showers only worked for about a week till he gave in and fucked his fist to visions of you— in every way possible, making every noise possible, and taking him all the ways he thought possible.

Ted told himself it was fine, he wasn't doing anything illegal. It would be legal if something happened— He said whatever he could to sleep better at night. It only became worse when you started being more receptive to his conversations. Ted opened up to you— not about everything but enough where you were sweet to him. Genuine sympathy when you heard how his wife left; it didn't feel performative. You didn't feel the need to kiss up to him like everyone else because you thought he was good and Ted appreciated that.

Maybe that's why he kept talking to you, to keep this vile of friendship. Many interpreted it as a mentorship; especially your father but it strained on Ted most nights. Even being here with you now was eating at whatever composure he had left, but all to be this close. Close enough to smell your perfume.

“I'm not sure. I don't feel any different.” There was a small air of disappointment in your voice. Like you expected more and he oddly understood.

“Yeah, don't let it get to you. I still remember my 21st—”

“back then when y'all rode horseback and wrote by candle light?” You bat your eyelash innocently, as if you didn't so coldly and sarcastically imply his old age.

Ted simply stared back into your dark eyes for a moment as he let out a snort and continued on with his story that led further into more tales of his youthful misadventures.

The sun settled high in the sky that was the perfect shade of blue, and for once a few clouds scattered above. The heat was a welcoming 87°F that warmed your skin, just right for a day in the pool. Luckily everyone else thought so too, your friends already soaking in the pool, your dad handling the grill like always and a small group of his coworkers you'd felt comfortable enough to invite; who all were nice enough to bring extra food and snacks that your party was now a potluck— but you weren't complaining.

The group wasn't big enough to be 15 people with you included and that's how you liked it. No oversized parties and event centers like your dad had tried suggesting. Being the daughter of the town's only public defender brought more attention than expected so you took every opportunity to minimize it as much as possible; Today was the exception however.

The back yard was framed with bouquets of balloons and flag streamers, plastic table clothes and tassels. All matched in aesthetic and colors of golds, whites and translucent materials. It was a flattering site as found your way inside— where the decorations continued and led to a bright corner. Two balloons in the form of 21 floated softly in the air behind a table of sweets. You could help but smile to yourself; the work put in was apparent, it must have taken hours and it wasn’t your dad’s style. He always tried but the color coordination, the way everything actually matched, the little details that felt almost deliberate— it was so thought out. Like someone had stood in this exact spot and pictured how it would look when you walked in. Even the light shined on everything just right from where you stood.

Who knows how long you spent admiring the display till a soft knock against the doorframe pulled you from it. Loud enough to announce presence without interrupting the peace.

You turned slightly, and there he was. Ted lingered just inside the kitchen entry way; one hand still resting against the frame and In the other, he held a clear glass vase. Inside was a bundle of white lilies, bloomed wide and clean. Their petals almost glowing against the room’s gold accents. For a second, you didn’t say anything, and neither did he.

Oddly you missed the way his eyes didn’t quite stay where they should have. It was quick enough that anyone else might’ve missed it. You were in your swim outfit, water dried into a faint shimmer along your skin, and hair slightly damp and pushed back like you hadn’t bothered fixing it after the pool.

His jaw shifted, like he caught himself a moment too late then his eyes snapped back up.

“Uh—” he cleared his throat, adjusting his grip on the vase slightly. “I was hoping I'd run into you.”

“Well you found me.” Your brows lifted as a small smile tugged at your mouth,

The pause stretched for another beat. Not awkward, but something felt a twinge off to you but you let the moment pass.

“More decorations?” You nodded toward the flowers,

He glanced down like he’d almost forgotten he was holding them. “Yeah- no, I just—” Ted hesitated for a moment before resetting. “Happy birthday.”

He stepped forward now, closing the distance enough to offer them properly. Up close, the lilies smelled faintly clean without being overpowering.

“They’re—” he hesitated again, “They’re for you,” he added, holding them out just enough to make the intention clear.

Your gaze dropped back to the flowers. They were beautiful. Simple, but not in a lazy way.

“You got me flowers?” you asked, softer now.

You took the vase carefully, fingers brushing against his for a second longer than necessary.

“They’re perfect,” you said, softer now.

That seemed to settle something in him.

“Thought you might want something that wasn’t… balloons,” he added, gesturing vaguely around the room.

You huffed a quiet laugh, glancing back at the decorations. “Hey, don’t disrespect the balloons. They’re doing a lot for me right now.”

That earned a small smile from him— quick, but real.

“Well so much for the flowers,” he retorted.

“I didn’t mean it like that—” You let out a small huff, close enough to be a laugh, “I love them more, promise!”

You moved to set the vase down on the table beside the sweets, adjusting it slightly so it caught the light just right. The white petals stood out immediately, clean against all the gold and shimmer.

When you turned back, he was still there— Watching. Not in a way that felt invasive; just a little too focused.

Your head tilted slightly. “What?”

His expression shifted, like he’d been caught somewhere mid-thought. “Nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing.”

The silence set in for a moment then, a quiet tension that almost surprised both of you.

“You just—” he stopped, exhaling lightly through his nose before trying again. “You look… nice.”

The understatement of it made your smile widen, just a little.

“Nice?” you repeated.

He rubbed a hand along the back of his neck, gaze flicking away for a second. “Didn’t mean it like—” He trailed off, then gave up on correcting it. “You know what I mean.”

“I think I do.” The air shifted warmer now, but heavier too. Not uncomfortable however,

From outside there was a loud splash that echoed through the open windows, followed by your name being shouted in a chorus of voices.

You glanced toward the sound, then back at him.

“They’re gonna come drag me out there if I don’t go willingly.”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding once. “Probably.”

You lingered a second longer anyway.

“Walk me out?” you asked casually,

“Yeah.” He didn’t hesitate this time.

As you passed him, heading for the door, your shoulder lightly brushed his arm. He followed just behind you, the faint scent of lilies trailing in the air as you both stepped back out into the sun.

There was a faint breeze as the once lively yard now lay still. The sun fully set for over an hour ago, and some time after the party came to a close. Many take leftovers, misshapen cake slices, farewell birthday wishes for you and thanks for Garcia's willingness to host.

The last guests to leave were your own friends, saying final goodbyes and hugs; afterwards leaving just you, Ted and your father left with an expected mess but it was unanimously decided it was tomorrow's problem as the men settled inside as you opted for a steaming shower.

At some point Ted stood alone as your dad managed to succumb to sleep on the leather couch till the creak of the bathroom door pulled his attention.

“God I feel so much better.” Your statement wasn't directed at Ted in particular; it was simply there to fill the dead noise

“You look like it,” he replied, almost amused but paused as you stood outside the bathroom; a towel secured tightly around you, another smaller one working through the ends of your damp hair. The house felt heavier in a way that settled into the walls. The hum of the AC, the distant creak of the couch where your dad had passed out as Ted stood like he hadn’t quite decided what to do with himself— Or with you.

Steam seemed to frame you and you're tantalizing; the towel was barely enough to what was underneath. Half of your bosom visible, the thickest part of your thighs showcased, and the bottom of your rear was enough for him to stare. You had glanced over, catching the way he was already looking.

Your brow lifted slightly, a hint of something playful slipping in. “What?”

He blinked, finally pulled out of his lustful headspace. “Nothing.”

“Mm.” You didn’t buy it, but you let it go— for now.

You moved past him, bare feet quiet against the floor as you headed toward the guest room.

“So,” you started, like this was normal, like you weren’t standing in nothing but a towel with him trailing after you. “Successful party.”

“I'd hoped so,” he said, “You seemed happy.”

“I was.” You glanced back at him over your shoulder, “Probably one of the best I've had.”

Something in his expression shifted softly at that. Like the praise landed heavier than expected.

“Wasn’t just me,” he said.

“Sure,” you hummed, unconvinced.

You reached the guest room, pushing the door open with your shoulder. The light flicked on, casting everything in a low glow. You stepped in moving toward the overnight bag you had been set down earlier.

Ted stopped just short of the doorway this time, leaning slightly against the frame— Watching.

You could feel it again. The attention was more noticeable now in the quiet, in the absence of everything else and it lingered a second too long.

Your hands paused briefly at the zipper of your bag.

Then, you started without looking at him, “You can come in you know.”

There was a small shift behind you. “Didn’t want to assume.”

You huffed a quiet laugh under your breath as you started to sift through it, deliberately unhurried. The towel shifted slightly with the movement— nothing dramatic, but enough to draw attention. Enough that you were aware of it and aware of him noticing.

“You should probably—” he started, then stopped.

“Probably what?”

His jaw tightened slightly, like he was choosing his words a little too carefully. “Get—”

The ear piercing sound of a ringtone cut in, interrupted at whatever poor attempt of conversation being had. Ted didn’t move as you reached for your phone at the other end of the bed; reaching far enough for you to lightly flashed Ted, giving him a taste of where your legs met your ass.

What was worse was that he didn't look away either, not fully. Like he was trying to be respectful and failing just enough. Unaware you scoff at your phone screen, tossing the device back on the bed as the noise ceases.

“God he will not leave me alone today.” You mumbled, pulling Ted back into reality.

“Uh- sorry who?” He questioned

“You remember Issac?” You brought him up like it was an inconvenience,

“Yeah…?” Oh he remembers alright. The way he tried to publicly possess you. The way used to catch his hand on your ass, arms around you and the not so family friendly kissing he'd tried to initiate in public. It made his jaw clench, more so out of jealousy than worry.

You turned back to your bag, fingers moving a little slower now— “I had like dozens of messages today from him. What a jack ass.”

“And he’s still texting you?”

“Relentlessly,” you said, finally glancing back at him. “All day—”

Ted’s brows pulled together slightly. “On your birthday?”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, turning back to your bag again. “Very charming.”

“What’s he saying?”

You hesitated just long enough to make it feel intentional then continued a little more offhand. “Just… stuff.”

“Stuff?” he echoed again, clearly not satisfied.

You glanced at him, catching the way he was watching you now more directly than before.

“You really wanna know?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said with no hesitation this time.

You held his gaze for a second longer, then looked away again, like it didn’t matter.

“Just telling me how he could he can fuck me, make my first time amazing.” you said lightly, like it was nothing. Like it didn’t land heavily on Ted's cock but you could feel it shift immediately.

He didn’t respond right away and when you finally looked back, something in his expression had changed. His jaw set a little tighter, his gaze a little more fixed.

“And you ignored it,” it wasn't a question.

“Obviously.” You reached for something else in your bag, deliberately calm. “I was busy.”

“With your party,” he added.

“With my party.” you repeated, amused as another pause set in.

“You gonna answer him?”

You shook your head, “Nope.”

“Why not?”

That made you glance back at him again, eyebrow lifting slightly. “You asking out of curiosity or…?”

He didn’t take the out. “Just asking.”

You studied him for a second. The way he was standing still near the door but not leaving. The way his attention hadn’t drifted once.

Then you turned fully, tilting your head slightly like you were considering whether to say more.

“I don't like him like that anymore. He's an asshat…plus— I mean, it’s not like I’m clueless,” you added, a little quieter. “I know enough.” You added a small shrug.

Ted exhaled slowly through his nose as his gaze flicked away for the first time in a while. Looking down, then back up again like he caught himself.

“Right,” he said but it didn’t sound dismissive. If anything, it sounded like he was trying very hard to stay neutral and not quite succeeding.

You let the silence stretch again, watching him this time. “Besides,” you added almost absentmindedly. “I’ve got alternatives.”

That did it. His eyes snapped back to yours, sharper this time.

“Alternatives,” he repeated.

You gave a small innocent nod. “Yeah, a girl’s got options.”

Ted’s brows drew together, then shot up as the meaning hit. “You—?”

“Mmm.” You let the corner of your mouth curl. “5 inches, silicone, suction-cup base. Keeps me company when idiots text.”

He exhaled a laugh that sounded more like relief. “Jesus.”

“Don’t look so shocked, Garcia. It’s the twenty-first century.” You stepped closer, making sure your voice drops “I’ve gotten pretty good with it, too. Know exactly where to angle it, how fast—”

“Okay.” He held up a hand, color and heat rising high on his cheeks. “Getting an image I don’t need in my head right now.”

“But you’re blushing,” you teased. “Means you’re imagining it.”

His gaze flicked away for a moment before it was back on you. Eyes dark and a little too eager for your comfort. “I’m imagining how much better the real thing would feel for you.”

The room seemed to tilt at that. He stepped back in a hurry as you swallowed on nothing

“That came out wrong, Im sor—”

“That an offer?” you cut in before ted could finish, toeing an inch closer but that was enough for Ted to step away from you. It was more so for his sake, to hold on to whatever responsibility he had left to not fuck you into that mattress right now.

Slowly his shoulders lifted with a breath that looked like it hurt. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I want to get burned.” You stopped for a moment before continuing. “Or maybe I just want you to stop pretending you’re not thinking about it.”

His gaze dropped to the towel, to the curve of flesh pressing against the cotton, then snapped back to your eyes. “You’re twenty-one. You’re—”

“I’m old enough to know I don’t want Isaac or any other idiot texting me.” You reached out, fingertips brushing the waistband of his jeans, just above the belt.

The sound he made was half-laugh, half-groan. He was reaching his limit. “Your dad’s thirty feet away.”

“And snoring like a chainsaw.” You tilted your head. “Lock the door if you want. Or don’t. Either way, I’m not asking for promises, I'm just curious…and I would rather be you then anyone else.”

Everything was still, the only thing heard was the hum of the AC and the fan spinning above. Then without notice his hand shot behind him and he leaned back, shoving the door closed and the click of the lock cracked through the room like a starter pistol. He didn’t move after that, not until you took his wrist and guided his palm to the tuck of the towel. His fingers curled instinctively, knuckles grazing the hollow between your breasts.

“Take it off,” you whispered.

He swallowed as he tugged at the fabric. The towel unraveled, cotton revealing your skin and pooling at your feet. Cool air swept around you, biting at your warm skin but heat flared everywhere his eyes landed— nipples tightening, thighs pressing together on instinct.

Ted exhaled through his teeth. “Christ.”

You stepped in, palms sliding up his chest, pushing the fabric up his torso. “Fair’s fair.”

He quickly yanked the tee underneath over his head and your hands went straight to the buckle of his belt; the clink of metal seemed deafening. When you popped the button and dragged the zipper, his cock strained against navy cotton, thick and visibly throbbing. You traced the ridge carefully with your thumb, making Ted hiss between his teeth.

“Grip it,” he muttered.

You did, fingers curling around fabric and shaft, giving one slow stroke. A bead of moisture soaked through, feeling slick under your thumb. You cautiously rubbed circles there until his hips jerked.

“Enough,” he growled, shoving jeans and boxer-briefs down in one rough shove. His cock sprang free— heavy, darker at the tip, veins pronounced.

You felt your stomach flip with anticipation. Ted kicked the denim away, then cupped your jaw to pull you in for a kiss with no preamble. Just his tongue sliding against yours so hungrily and a little desperate. You couldn't help moan into it, pressing your naked body to his; the skin on his chest rasping your nipples.

Ted walked you back until your knees hit the mattress, the old quilt cool against your shoulder blades. He parted your thighs slowly, mouth finding the hollow below your ear— tongue hot, tasting till he dragged his mouth down, stubble rasping over delicate skin. Ted paused to circle a nipple with the flat of his tongue before drawing it in, sucking sharp enough your back bowed. A whimper escaped you high and shocked at how quickly the need coiled low in your belly.

His hand slid down, over your rib, over your belly— until fingertips brushed the soft patch of hair. He paused again, his breath shaking. “You sure?”

You answered by rolling your hips up, sliding along the rough denim still covering him. The friction dragged a groan from both of you. “I want everything. Want you inside me when I come the first time.”

The words cracked what little control he had left. Ted fumbled his belt, jeans, shoving them down far enough to free himself. He was thick, flushed, and another bead of moisture at the tip swelled. You wrapped fingers around him, savoring the heat, the pulse, the way his hips jerked instinctively into your grip.

Ted muttered a curse, forehead dropping to yours as his forearms bracing so not all his weight crushed you. Slowly his tip nudged, sliding through slick, puffy folds.

“Look at me,” his voice raw as your eyes met blown wide eyes.

He hesitated before his hips pushed forward, his length sinking in slowly. There was a burn at the stretch— the pinch of muscle surrendering. You exhaled through it, nails digging crescents into his shoulders until he seated fully, hips flush to yours. For a heartbeat neither moved, just the throb of his cock inside you— tighting around him. Then you tilted your hips experimentally; Ted hissed, pulled back before sinking again then dragging over every nerve that mattered.

Pleasure built surprisingly fast, coiling tighter each time he rocked. You hooked a leg around his waist, causing him to graze that spot inside that made your breath stutter. His name spilled from you, half prayer and half curse. Ted sped up slowly, rhythm getting ragged; sweat slicking his chest against yours and the wet slap of skin filling the room.

A steady hand slipped between you, Ted's hand clawing down till his thumb found your clit, pressing tight circles exactly right— like he’d memorized you already. The room narrowed to that point of pressure, to the slide of him filling you over and over.

“Let go,” he growled against your mouth. “I’ve got you.”

The coil snapped— pleasure crashed through you sharp and blinding. Your inner muscles clamped around his cock as he kept thrust in, prolonging it until your breath hitched and thighs trembled. You pulled Ted close to muffle your cries against his neck.

Two strokes later he followed, burying himself deep with a low groan, hips jerking as he came. His cock pulsing as he spilled into your flesh, forehead dropping to your shoulder.

Your name was the last thing he said before his arms gave out and he rolled, taking you with him so you landed sprawled across his chest, still joined, hearts hammering together.

Aftershocks rippled through you; he stayed inside, thumb lazily stroking your back. When breathing slowed, he pressed a kiss to your temple. Oddly soft and almost shy compared to what they’d just done.

“Happy birthday,” he murmured, a tired half-chuckled.

You hummed, pressing closer. “Best one yet.”

Joel Miller

Mine, all mine - @time-for-my-weekly-spanking - Your unfaithful husband finds out you're cheating on him too. You finally have a conversation. Relieving yourself of a burden has never been so sweet.

The Wolf You Feed - @arcane-fox - Set in fictional New England town, you fall for your handsome, intense and outdoorsy neighbor while renting out your parent's vacant summer home during a brutal winter.

Shirt On - @time-for-my-weekly-spanking - You peg Joel wearing his plaid shirt.

sweetheart - @millermouth - when you learn your wanting is not only your own

Overachiever - @hanahleah - you want to give Joel a birthday gift he won't forget, but desperate to prove you can, you almost hurt yourself in the process. Joel has to remind you of some ground rules.

Paloma - @millermouth - Joel Miller is back home running his family’s ranch, the work coming back to him easily even as the house fills with the memories of what happened thirty years ago. He hires a young farm hand, expecting nothing more than help around the barn. Instead, he finds someone just as lost as he is.

Everything in its right place (chapter 4: nude) - @time-for-my-weekly-spanking - Being single is a crime. Finding a partner is mandatory by law. Choosing the animal you want to transform into in case of failure is the only form of free will left. Locked up in a hotel for 45 days, Joel, a lonely man who has been kicked around by life, is just looking for someone who can mend his heart, in a world where love is defined by shallowness and meaningless rules.

under & over the hood - @f41ryb0nes - Joel is wrenching under the hood of a car in the garage of an abandoned home. That means you’re on flashlight duty...

Common Ground - @reedispunk - Joel hates his new apprentice, but he sure likes the man’s girlfriend.

Cannabliss - @mountainsandmayhem-updates - After confiscating Ellie’s pot, you and Joel (your friend and neighbour) get high. It’s your first time, and unbeknownst to you, you experience a body high.

florida kilos - @mylittlestlamb - joel has his way with you in a motel room

QZ!Joel - @shadowqueen2024 - You and Joel used to be in a situationship, but because of the differences between the two of you, you had to put things to an end. Now, you were seen with another man, Jason, and Joel doesn't like seeing what's his with someone else.

Devil in the Details - @time-for-my-weekly-spanking - You always were a good christian girl, until you met your new parish priest, Father Joel.

The Bet - @tateypots - When you run into financial difficulty your contractor offers an unorthodox way to save money on your kitchen refurb.

Wrath - @milla-frenchy - after your breakup, Joel struggles to find joy in life. But when someone hurts you, his anger and protective instinct immediately take over

banana cream pie - @kiraavi - Joel is heading home after another long haul when he pulls into the travel center for the night. He's been struggling with his attraction to the waitress that works at the diner there, and is tempted to avoid you completely. The promise of coffee and an opportunity to stretch his legs, however, lures him in on a night you just so happen to be working the graveyard shift.

feral (part eleven, bloody mary) - @mcthsman - Part man, part beast, Joel Miller lives in solitude a few miles away from Jackson. At fifty-seven years old and without a Soulbond, Joel can't coexist with others— a man without his mate crazed by time and age. Until the day he sees her, the girl with tangerine blossoms in her hair and a laugh that echoes through the trees. So, he tracks her down. Hunts her through the woods, and brings home a girl that is not the wilting flower he expects.

Ruthless - @whatsnewalycat - Stepdad Joel Miller

Joel & Tommy

two for the price of one - @thetriumphantpanda - Tommy has always been the loyal and doting boyfriend, the literal man of your dreams. Ready to take things to the next step, you soon find that Tommy is unable to have children. A family is all you've ever wanted, and neither of you are going to let this get in your way. Enter Joel, dark and mysterious and willing to do anything for his little brother, including fucking his girlfriend to get her pregnant. That's what brothers are for, right?

Joel x Javi

Taste in men - @milla-frenchy - your longtime friend, Javi, helps you make your ex jealous

Dieter Bravo

It's All Brad's Fault - @tateypots - You start using Dieter’s trailer to pump when your breast milk comes in. It drives Dieter wild.

Apolojizz - @whocaresstillthelouvre - You find out whose been taking your underwear.

Ted Garcia

Hole in the Wall - @baronessvonglitter - The Hole in the Wall is the best kept secret in New Mexico.. and the mayor of Eddington is its newest guest.

Clint Flood

Ten Grand - @baronessvonglitter - Trying to cover your brother's debt lands you in even more trouble.

somebody else - @rosharanfiction - By day, you’re a waitress, crushing hard on your handsome regular. By night, you’re a call girl. When Clint unwittingly books you for an evening, your two worlds collide.

Ellie Williams

ellie tongue-fucks you after wrecking your body with her strap - @rachellieee

Arthur Morgan

Starved - @kisblle - You finally make a move on the cowboy, and he doesn't deny you.

Years ago he felt like he was lost. Between trying to keep the office going, the boring speeches, and trying to help his son in everything he could, he didn’t realize how much it affected him. He didn’t have time for it.

But then came you.

It wasn’t loud at first, just a small realization. You helped him whenever you could, around the house, around the office, and his mind understood how much a woman was missing from the house to keep him from creating chaos.

And somehow along the way he fell in love quietly.

He loved how you managed to keep the house from falling apart, how you handled all the documents in his office, how you tried to bond with Eric even when he tried to retreat, throwing harsh words at you. He loved you.

And like this Christmas gained meaning again. Although this year he needed you near him more than ever.

His son was abroad, studying as he received a scholarship, and Ted tried to focus more on you, so the season wouldn’t be so hard for him.

“Ted, you’re hanging it in the wrong place,” you pointed out, standing at the legs of the ladder, steadying it as he was on the top level.

But one thing he hated was decorating the whole house.

“What do you mean? It’s just in the right place,” he retorted, looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows. But it was like he made the biggest mistake in his life.

You were there before him, gazing up at him from behind your lashes, and the shirt was too loose over your frame, giving a straight view down at your cleavage. He quickly averted his eyes, clearing his throat as the little snow flake between his fingers became the most interesting thing in the room. He felt the gray sweatpants getting tighter around his crotch, and he immediately needed to think about anything else then you.

“Put that little angel more to the left. There’s too much space between the other two,” you instructed him, and he let out a frustrated sigh, but followed your instructions, putting the decorations closer to each other. He heard your satisfied hum, but he didn’t dare to look down at you again.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, now it’s perfect.”

You watched as he took deep breaths, focusing on keeping his balance. Meanwhile you tried to pretend that you didn’t see the prominent bulge in his sweats, the gray cotton doing a poor job in hiding it. But you also tried to keep your facade up, acting like you didn’t put on this shirt in the morning on purpose.

The room suddenly felt a little too hot, and you turned around, picking up a light from the box on the couch to distract yourself. The strands were tangled together so tightly that you needed to stop for a second, turning it around between your hands a few times.

The moment you walked away from the ladder he let out a big breath that he didn’t realise he was holding. He dared to glance at you, catching the exact moment you bent forward slightly to pick up the colorful lights. The shirt rode up on the back of your thighs, and he cursed under his breath. He expected a shorter short to be on you, but his breath caught in his throat when he saw only a little glimpse of your panties.

While you were distracted, he climbed down the steps of the ladder, stopping to adjust himself through his sweatpants before he walked closer.

His eyes trailed over your whole body, studying how the shirt was too loose over your frame, your shoulders pulled tight under it as you tried to tangle out the string of lights. He bit his bottom lip as he stepped behind you, arms coming around your middle to hold you close to him. Without him realizing it his hands started to wander.

“What are you doing, Ted?” you asked breathlessly when you felt his hand creeping closer to the part where you ached the most. 

“Nothing,” he murmured into your ear, placing a kiss on the side of your neck. 

You threw the lights back into the box, your hands stopping his ones over your stomach. He let out an unsatisfied grunt when you escaped from his hold.

“We can’t, Ted,” you warned him when he started walking closer again.

“But baby—” he was cut off by the unmistakable sound of the oven coming from the kitchen, a clear sign that the gingerbread was ready too. He let out a frustrated sigh when you started walking away, reaching for the gloves that were on the kitchen counter.

But of course that Ted couldn’t just stand there, so he followed close behind you, eyes falling on the way your hips moved with every step taken. He opened his mouth to speak again, but every word got stuck in his throat when you bent down to pull out the two trays full of the sweet cookies. 

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath as his eyes traced over your form like this. But then his hands moved too. Without further thoughts he squeezed down on the soft flesh.

You let out a quiet surprised sound at his sudden gesture. You knew that you didn’t have time, but your whole body betrayed you as you started to get more bothered, the ache between your legs building up again.

“Please, baby. I need you,” he sighed behind you, and if you wouldn’t have known him, you would’ve thought that he was begging you. 

The moment the gloves hit the counter again, he spun you around, pulling you impossibly close to his body. His hands found your ass again, kneading it like he was trying to get the feeling of it into his memory. 

His lips crashed against yours, and your fingers tangled into the messy curls on top of his head. Your nostrils filled with the smell of him with the unmistakable smell of gingerbread lingering around you. 

When his fingers squeezed down again, you let out a quiet whimper, and he used this moment to guide his tongue into your mouth, the soft but strong muscle exploring every small space like he hasn’t done this several times before.

You leaned more into the kiss, enjoying every second of it, and the corners of your mouth turned into a small smile when you felt that Ted was having a good time too. Just to drive him crazier, you rolled your hips teasingly, and he growled into your mouth as he hoisted you in his arms. You let out a giggle at the expression on his face when you broke the kiss.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured. He started peppering your neck with small kisses while he carefully carried you upstairs, and you held onto his shoulders, smiling at the way his mustache tickled the sensitive skin.

He kicked open the door to the bedroom without looking, too immersed in the taste of you. When his knees hit the edge of the bed, he carefully placed you in the middle of the mattress, reaching up to start unbuttoning your shirt. He didn’t even take it off before his mouth found the column of your throat again, lips drawing a slow path down between your breasts.

But you tugged at his hair when he tried to move to your right breast, and he looked up at you, confused, but desire still burning deep in his eyes.

“Not now, Ted. Please,” you begged him, pushing your hips in his direction. And of course he understood what you wanted without any other words.

He reached down to quickly pull down your panties, throwing it somewhere across the room. He sat back on the heels of his feet and pulled his yellow t-shirt over his head, the soft cotton following your panties.

Your palms immediately found the exposed skin of his chest, traveling down across his soft stomach, over the happy trail leading to the hem of the sweatpants. You made quick work with untying it, and pushing it down just enough, his briefs getting pulled with it. The moment the pants were pushed to the middle of his thighs, his cock sprang free.

When you wanted to reach for him, he swatted away your hand, nodding towards the mattress.

“Lay back, baby,” he commanded, voice lower as his eyes trailed across your naked form, appreciating the sight before him.

You followed his order, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. He slowly spat in his palm, stroking himself a few times before he climbed closer, positioning himself between your legs. Without words he pushed your thighs wider, keeping them open as he notched his tip at your entrance.

He slowly eased into you, burying himself to the hilt before he halted his movements, waiting for you to adjust. He knew what he was working with, and he never wanted to cause any discomfort to you.

When you felt like you were ready, you reached for one of his hands, wrapping your fingers around his thumb and squeezing down. He understood what you were trying to say, and he pulled back his hips, starting to drive into you at a slow pace.

“Jesus, baby, you’re perfect,” he sighed, picking up his rhythm. He hovered above you, pushing your intertwined hands above your head, and in this new position you could feel every inch of him, every thrust hitting that spot that brought stars before your eyes. You whimpered under him, the feeling too good, too familiar. “I know, baby, I know.”

He adjusted his position again, thrusting into you with a hard and fast pace. You held onto him for dear life, your nails digging into the skin of his back, but he didn’t care. He was too determined to bring you pleasure.

And oh, it built up quickly.

You could feel the familiar tug at the pit of your stomach, the pressure becoming unbearable until it finally snapped, your orgasm washing over your body in waves.

He collapsed against you, hips losing their rhythm as he got closer to his own high. He only needed a few more thrusts before he spilled his seed inside you, grunting in your ear as he pulsed against your walls.

Ted fell beside you on the mattress, pulling you close to his body as he breathed in your scent.

“Ted?” you whispered quietly, and he looked down at you with curious eyes.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can we have hot chocolate? Please,” you asked him, and he chuckled softly at your unexpected request.

“Of course,” he nodded. He carefully stood up from the bed, pulling his briefs and sweats back up before he turned around, looking at you with a smile on his face. “With a lot of whipped cream and marshmallows?”

“Yeah,” you answered quickly, nodding enthusiastically.

He walked out of the bedroom like a man on a mission. Minutes later all you heard was the opening of the cupboards filling the house, and you leaned back against the pillows with a content smile creeping onto your face.

The holidays never felt so quiet, so peaceful. It was always chaotic or something that you feared when it came, but ever since you met Ted, all the remaining fear dissolved into thin air, leaving only warmth behind. 

And you knew that this time was going to be hard for him too. The thought of spending the holidays without Eric for the first time felt so foreign and distant, but so close too at the same time. It had an invisible weight. And you saw this weight settle over Ted in the quiet moments.

In those times when he was planning the dinner, the occasions when he was making the list on what to buy his family and his friends, the moments when the house is buried in silence. You saw it behind his eyes every time, and even if he didn’t talk about it, you knew how much he dreaded this moment.

Your gaze turned towards the door when you heard his heavy footsteps, and minutes later he appeared again, both of his hands occupied with cups of hot chocolate and a gingerbread dangling from his mouth. When he got closer he placed his own cup on the bedside table, holding out yours in your direction.

This was a side of him only you got to see, and you enjoyed every second of it.

You took a careful slip of the hot beverage, the warmth immediately spreading through your whole body as you hummed at the taste of it.

Meanwhile he took a bite of the gingerbread, nodding contently.

“This turned out very good,” he complimented, and you felt a soft blush creeping onto your face at the kind words.

“Because this year I did it. Last Christmas we had to give away your gingerbreads around the town in the name of charity because you burnt them,” you teased, wiping away a little stain of whipped cream from your upper lips.

“They weren’t that bad,” he defended himself, but deep down he knew you were right. When you gave him a look, he let out a heavy sigh. “Well, maybe they were, but nothing remained of it.”

Your gaze moved around the room for a moment, eyes catching on the fluffy red and white material hanging from the wardrobe. 

“Are you still sure about dressing up as Santa tomorrow?” you asked, taking another sip as you tried to hide your smirk behind the rim of the cup. 

You still remembered the moment he got home with the idea of dressing up, putting himself in front of so many children and adult eyes too, but you knew he only wanted to bring joy to the town during the holidays.

“I can’t really step back now. But if I’ll be able to bring a smile to even just one child’s face then it’ll be worth it.”

And this you knew he meant it. Because no matter how tough and confident he tried to look during campaigns, in the office, between people, he always placed everyone else in front of him. He wanted to see everyone happy and content all the time.

And you were there for him to ensure that he was happy too.