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ktchie · 8 months

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" Something Good "

Ted Lasso X Reader

Smut and Angst

☆ 5.6k words

◇ In which a surprisingly intimate one night stands makes Ted all googoo gaga.

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"I'll make you feel good, sweetheart" you dipped down to lay a peck on his cheeks as you settle on top of him. "I'll take care of you, do you want that?"

Ted groaned lowly before nodding his head, eyes closed and his hands tight on your hips. "Y-yes, yes please"

"So polite" you smiled softly as you look down on him, all messed up and panting beneath you.

"Can you open your eyes for me, honey?"

Ted, ever the obedient one, had opened his eyes. Brown and big and innocent that it made your heart clenched, you cradle his face in your palm before leaning down to kiss him as sweetly as you could. You tasted him like a lover would, soft and gentle and filled with unsaid desperation and longing.

Ted whimpered as you did so, the hands on your hips tightening. He chased your lips when you pulled away before he looked up to you with furrow brows and foggy eyes. "Why'd you pull away, darlin'?" He asked almost hurtfully.

"Just wanna look at you, s'all" you found Ted attractive, more than that to be honest - to the point your hands itch to draw him at every scattered canvas that lay on your office floor. You know Ted before you even saw him at the pub, the mustachioed american with a reputation as filthy as the ground. You could careless about that, not when he looks beautiful underneath you like a fallen angel, reduce to nothing but a desperate man whimpering to be release.

Blush spread on his cheeks as his pupil expanded greatly, he looked away from you briefly - shy. You chuckled before turning him to you with a grip on his chin.

"Do you want this?" You asked him as you leaned on his face, your eyes glancing briefly on his plump red lips and almost groaning with desperation to kiss him.

Ted doesn't look like a man who partake on one night stand, you heard before that he was married but the lack of ring on his fingers tells you that either his marriage isn't going well or you're slowly destroying a good family by kissing a married man.

"I want it" he replied with a nod of his head "please, I want it" he said breathlessly, chest panting beneath your palm.

You took a hold of his right hand before placing a kiss on the back it, you swore you heard his breath hitched for a second.

"Be honest, sweetheart. You're not using me, are you?"

Ted foggy eyes suddenly cleared up and you almost chuckled on how his eyes widen in pure concerned. "W-what? Of course not, I would never"

"I heard you're married" You stated before you fix a lock of fallen hair back on where it belong. "But I can't help but notice you're not wearing your ring, why is that?"

Ted blinked away before clearing his throat, squirming underneath you. "Well, this is certainly an odd bedroom talk"

You chuckled "it is isn't? But be honest with me yeah?" He looked up to you before nodding, even like this he looks so sweet.

"I-ive been divorced, for..a couple of years now" he answered with a furrowed brows, the same puppy eyes plastered on his face.

"I promise ya that. i-i ain't the type of man that would cheat on his wife. I would never do that, or-or use ya' I just wanna..y'know"

You bit your lip, the heaviness on your stomach gone like a wind. "What? You want to what? Speak properly" he swallowed a whine on your words as a another blush rose on his cheeks.

"God, you know what I mean" he grumbled pitifully, thumb tracing an expose skin on your hips. "Please just let me kiss you now, honey. please"

"Not until you tell me what you want" you kiss his cheeks before grabbing a handful of his messy hair and yanking his head back to taste his neck. "Be good and tell me"

"C-christ" he groaned with eyes tight "I-i wanna, wanna make..make love to ya" the tips of his ears burn with shame but some sick part of him basked on its humiliation and how you handle him with a gentleness that he didn't even get from his ex-wife.

You pulled away with a grin, suprpised by his use of words. "Make love to me? And here I thought you wanted to fuck me"

He honest to god whimpered on your words, his blush worsening."T-that too, I ain't too picky y'know? I just want ya"

You decided to ignore the fluttering in your stomach, your brain reminding you that this is a one night stand, a burning heat in a cold night that needs to be put down once the morning rise but the way your fingers dance on his skin and how your kiss drop so gently and softly like your soul had become one tells you otherwise.

"Well, you got me honey" you kiss his neck, nuzzling your nose deep before sucking a bruise on the side. " 'm right here" Ted groaned loudly on both your actions and words, his back arching and his toes curling.

There's a fire burning inside of his lungs that made every breath he took more harder and harder to the point he was panting and groaning even just your slight touch.

"So responsive, do I affect you that much?" You whispered to him before you fingers went to the edge of his sweater. "Mind if I take this off?"

You asked as you lightly pulled away, Ted stared at you for a second, hesitation clear on his gaze.

Ted, tho he might not show it, is a little insecure about his body. More so when Michelle had traded him for someone who is more fit and much more younger than him. He never had issues about his appearance before, he never cared for it, but surrounded by footballers whose muscle could be compare to the ones depicted on a rennesance painting and when he had saw Michelle new lover, with his strong arms and fit body, everything seems to crash down on him.

"Sweetheart" you smoothen the creased on his forehead. "We dont have to take it off if you don't want too" you said oh so softy that it made Ted's stomach flutter, made him want to bite his tongue in effort to control himself. You pulled your hand away from his clothes but he had grab it quickly, you met his eyes, still unsure, still sad.

"I-i want to, believe me, it's just..I ain't the most sexiest man" he chuckled bitterly "hell, far from it really. You might not like what you see, and i-" he gulped, looking at you so fucking earnestly and so softly that you drew a shaky breath. "I honestly don't want you to go"

You closed eyes, intertwining your fingers with his own before you bury your face on his shoulder, drowning yourself with his scent. You sat atop of him, embracing him far intimately for a mere one night stand, you look more like a lover under the glare of the moonlight, one that is destined to be by echothers embrace even before the beginning of time.

"Darling, you look beautiful to me even when you think you're not. You look perfect, I could kiss you for hours, hug you for hours, god I could stay with you..for..well, probably longer that I should and deemed appropriate considering we just met" you chuckled before you place a soft quick kiss on his shoulder. "I could worship your body forever if you would let me, it may not be the kind of body you want or hope to have but I do hope you now its more than enough for me"

Ted hug you tightly, the familiar burn of tears hot on his eyes. He held you like you would be gone in the morning and maybe you will, maybe once he wake up the only thing he would see is sunlight and the cold abandoned spot you left behind.

But some part of Ted, that familiar sick part of him that craves love like a beaten dog, hoped with desperate thought and yearning that he would see you at the very wake of sunrise. That you would be there to stay, to whisper sweet nothings to his ear and console him with gentle touch and promises to keep.

"Please" he had stated through blury eyes "take it off, please"

You kiss him before you gently, as if he was nothing but a fragile glass, pull it off of him. Throwing the navy blue sweater somewhere you could not be bothered to think of.

Ted looked away from your gaze as you stared him down, the redness of his cheeks goes further to his chest. He's beautiful, you had thought. Perfect, like a fine warrior of long ago, who's body as hard as a stone and yet soft as a grass. You leaned down to kiss his collarbone, then to a spot near his heart, you kiss him at every flesh you could reach, as if every kiss were meant to be feel deep on his soul. You worship him like a corrupted preacher would - with utmost gentlest and a longing of possessing, to have him for yourself until the whole world burn.

"Goodness,sweetheart" Ted groaned, putty in your kiss. "You're killin' me" he lifted up his hips in a pathetic attempt to relieve pleasure. "Please, honey? Please Wanna-fuck-want you now"

You chuckled at him, finding his pleading far too adorable to be ignored. You wanted to play with him more, but you can't find it in your heart to not give him what he wants.

So, you reach for his lips and kissed him - less gentle and more aggressive until he had sit up and held you close on his lap. You kissed him like it would be your last, as if you were a soldier off to a war - desperate to memorize his taste so you relieve it in a cold lonely night. Your teeth clashed, your lips wet and yet Ted welcomed it all with an eager groaned and harsh clenched of hands.

"You're makin' me loose my mind, sugar" Ted had stated as he pulled away, his face hidden from your neck. "Makin' me think of filthy things I wanna do to ya'"

You grin as your hands slithered its way on his soft hair before you yank it backwards to stare at his eyes.

"That right? And here I thought you're my good boy"

He groaned from the pleasuring pain on his scalp before he nod his head, mouth open as he pant. "I am i am, fuck- honey, please" he had begged for something he wasn't sure himself, all he wants is your touch and your mouth and everything you can give him and more.

"You sure do love to beg, who would know you're this desperate" you chuckled as your hand undo the belt on his khakis.

Ted had the audacity to blush as you tossed his trouser somewhere on the room. Your hot palm met his thighs, hairy they were and soft underneath your hand. He shivered as you caressed it, almost whining.

"You'll be good for me, won't you?"

"Yes" he nodded, panting. "Gonna be good for ya' sweetheart, so good"

You leaned down to kiss his clothed cock and Ted sighed with shaky breath. You kiss it more purposely this time and it had him jerking underneath your hands.

"S-sorry honey, just feels good" you reassured him with a kiss below his belly button before you took his boxers off slowly.

"Youre dripping, darling" his cock lay heavy on his stomach, thick he was with red tip that wheep with precum. You lay a gentle peck on his tummy before you started to lick downwards, breathing on his clean scent and nipping at his skin.

"Oh-!" Ted had jumped lightly as you took him on your mouth, he was heavy and thick that it made your jaw ache a little. You sucked him tight, your tounge swirling on every skin you could reach.

Ted groaned loudly, eyes clenched tight as his chest heave up and down. He then turned to look at you with dark half lided eyes before a slow grin slithered its way on his mouth. "You take me so well, sweetie. Look at ya'"

You hummed around his cock before closing your eyes, letting yourself get used on the weight and the taste of him.

"Fuck, love it don't ya?" He had asked before a hand came down on the back of your head, fingers slithering its way on your hair.

"Cant get enough of my cock- shit, honey- don't worry, it's yours yeah? All fuckin' yours"

You moaned, eyes rolling on the back of your hand as you can feel yourself drip from your panties. Grinding your soaked pussy on his bare thigh to relieve pressure, nails digging on his skin as he whimpered from the feel of your warm cunt.

"Mhmm, sweetheart- shit!" His hips accidentally slammed forcely into the back of your throat as you touched his balls causing you to gag lightly and for tears to burn in your eyes.

He opened his eyes with a soft apology before yanking your mouth away from his cock with a loud 'pop', your saliva dripping down as you did so before Ted whipped it with his thumb with a gentle stare.

"Ya look beautiful, honey. So messy and ruin, all for me ain't that right, sweet pea?" He cooed before he slowly pulled you upwards before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, wet lips molding with one another. He swallowed every breath you have, tasting everything you can offer like he has been hungry for you the minute he had been brought to life.

You pulled away to kiss his neck, nuzzling your nose on the bottom of his jaw before sucking bruised on his throat causing him to shudder and moan. "This okay, darling? Getting marked up?"

Ted nodded his head with a whimpered that made your hands clenched on his forearm.

He was so vocal, so responsive it made you crazy. Made you want to spend the rest of eternity buried on his arms and the pleasure of his tounge.

He groaned lowly as you rolled your hips on his hard cock, gripping your sides tightly. "Stop teasin'" he mumbled before capturing your lips once again, his fingertips reaching for your own shirt.

He pulled away with a string of saliva. "Can ya take this off f'me, sugar?" He planted a soft peck on your cheeks "please?"

His begging made you moan and soon enough you were tossing your discarded shirt on the floor, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipples. "Look at this, so fuckin' pretty. All for me, right honey?" With a heated glance of his brown eyes he took them on his mouth, his thumb digging on the flesh on your ribs as he pulled your torso closer to his mouth, sucking your nipples with a vigor of a starving man.

You groaned loudly, fingers intertwining on his soft locks as you tugged it with a cursed.

Ted only moaned, eyes closed and drool dripping down his mouth.

"Shit. Could have you like this all day" his rough hands roam all over your body, plump red lips glistening with spit as he pinch your wet nipples, tugging it before licking. "Pretty titts, sweet just like ya, Swear 'could bury my face between 'em and die a happy fella"

His words made you chuckled before you let out a gasped as his thumb went to your soaked panties peeking from your skirt. "Look at ya'.." he mumbled rasply, thumb circling so slowly on your harden clit.

"Pretty girl makin' such a filthy mess, looks like I gotta clean it up yeah? How about it, sugar? Want my mouth on your pretty litte cunt?"

You nodded your head pathetically"Y-yes, please fuck"

Ted, with a strength you didnt know he possessed, yank you from his lap and towards his face. You gasp, startled on his harsh movement before you find yourself hovering over his awaiting mouth.

"Get comfy, sweet thing. Wanna taste ya'" your panties was quickly removed by his eager hands. "Come on, sugar. Its cruel to keep a man waitin' like this"

"I've never done it" you had said hesitantly before Ted looked at you with a soft gentle smile, hands caressing your bare thigh

"That so? Then do ya want too?" He asked softly, almost like a whisper. "Its alright if you don't wanna"

You licked your lips as you stared at him. Ted laying beneath you with red lips and messy hair, whose eyes glimmer with unsaid adoration and lust, he looks at you like a lover would and the thought both concerned and excite you. His hands continued to caressed your thigh, rough calluses tickling as his lips drew a subtle smile.

You nod then, wanting to try, Ted would be the perfect man to be with anyway. Soft gentle Ted who speaks so filthy and yet smile so sweetly. He would be the death of you, you think.

"Yeah? But I need words, sweetheart" he then stated with a cheeky grin. "Cant eat this pretty pussy if you don't say so, honey"

"You're being cruel" you said with a smile as your hand softly caressed his hair. "Acting like you're not dying for it, making me wait"

Ted licked his lips "oh I'm dying for it alright, just needed to hear ya' 's'all" he squished your thighs lightly, big hands, rough and hard almost enveloping your thigh. It made your pussy throb. "Can ya do that for me? Ask nicely?"

You stared at him for a second, your thumb caressing his bottom lip. Your eyes darken as he opened his mouth to let your thumb sit on the pad of his tongue before he gave it a harsh suck, one that made you shudder.

"Please.." you mumbled through heavy breath. "Please, darling. Want to sit on your face"

He grinned with his finger on your mouth, sharp and almost smugly. "Since my sweetheart ask so nicely"

Then as fast you can blink his mouth was on you. Hot and wet, completely devouring you like he had been deprived of any good thing. You're a moaning mess above him, back arching and thighs shaking from his hold.

His tounge slurped at your cunt, loud and filthy. Its sounds echoing on the apartment, Ted groaned as you gripped his hair as his lips envelop your harden clit before he sucked it harshly.

"Fuck!" You cried out, pulling his hair and bucking your hips on his face. His nose rubbing your clit as his tounge prode on your hole, drinking anything you can offer and more. "Shit, Ted. G-god, so good"

You moaned pathetically before squealing as his teeth lightly bit your clit, your thighs closing on his face and your hand gripping his locks.

Ted groaned before opening his eyes and meeting yours. Half lided and dark, completely drunk on your taste. There's a liquid fire building on your guts, one that made your toes curl and nape sweat.

A harsh suck made you jolted, Ted hold you up to keep you upright. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he push you hard on his face, his tounge up on your dripping pussy, your wetness and his spit soaking his chin.

You were moaning uncomfortably at this point, sweat rolling on your back as you struggle to give in whether you should pull away or give up. Let him control you at every moment, braised on his arms as he get lost on your soaking cunt.

"Ya taste so sweet, darlin'" he said underneath you "like melted sugar, could eat ya up all day and never get tired" he then proceed to lick a stripe of your pussy, hard and slow before he sucks any wetness that drips out of your cunt with a loud groaned.

"Fuck, sugar.." he groaned out, nails digging on the flesh of your ass. "Need'a to make ya cum, can ya cum f'me sweetheart? Huh? Can ya?" He had moaned pathetically as your pussy gush, weeping from his words.

"Come on, honey.." he groaned before diving in again, this time eating you much more passionately, relentless on your weeping cunt.

Next thing you know you were moaning loudly, mouth open and panting as your cum heavily on his mouth. You could feel your wetness drip and every nerve in your body felt alight, almost burning, and Ted hold you through it all. He was groaning all the same, eyes stuck on you, watching as you fall apart on his hold, melt like liquid on his tounge - sweet as an ambrosia and addictive like any drug.

He didn't let go of you even when you were squirming from above, determine to get every last drop of your cum until he could taste you even in the morning. He only let go when he was finally satisfied, lips glistening with spit and cum and eyes as dark as the night that hangs on the window.

"Shit, Ted.." you breathed heavily as you settle down on his chest, his hands moving up and down on your side.

"All good? Didnt hurt ya, did i?"

"Fuck no" you laugh lightly, still panting, still sensitive. "You did great, fucking perfect even"

"Yeah?" He lick his lips "must be, could still feel your pretty pussy throbbing"

You blushed madly, almost not wanting to meet his heated gaze.

"Gonna let me fill you up now, sweetheart?" Ted ask so casually, so simply as if he was only asking for a weather.

You breathed out a shaky breath as his hand came up on the back of your head, slowly pushing you towards his wet lips before he gave you a short but passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his tounge and it somehow made your guts twist and toes curl.

"I'll take care of you, sweet thing" he whispered on your lips."Gonna make you feel full and happy, do you want that?"

You grip his forearm before nodding "Yes" you replied, hurriedly hovering over his hard cock, thick and weeping from arousal.

Ted gripped your waist tightly "Gonna have to slow down, sugar. Don't want to hurt ya" he said so gently as he speared you from the inside, cock so big youre afraid he was tearing you apart.

"S-shit!" You cried out, nails digging his arm.

"Shhhh, I know sweet thing, I know" he cooed, thumb caressing your waist. "You're doin' so good, honey. So good, takin' me so well yeah? Half way there...fu-fuck"

You panted as you slowly sat on his cock, feeling so full it made you almost delirious. Eyes rolled back as he tears you apart, filling you up so perfectly.

"Mhm,There we go" his voice was rough, heavy and deep. A single hair dangled on his forehead "Grippin' me so tight, baby. Ya love it don't you? Love my cock up inside your tiny cunt"

You whimpered on his words before you started to move, riding him slowly until the burn started to fade.

"Ju-just like that, honey. Fuckkk doing so well f'me" he mumbled as he watch you moved, mouth open and sweat dripping. "Pretty cunt milkin' me tightly, must have want my cum hm? Wanna get stuff full of me, honey?"

you moaned out as you stared to go faster "so fu-full.." his cock stretch you out so deep you can feel it in your stomach, you look down on where you two disappeared before groaning loudly. His pelvis was wet from your slick, glistening on the light of the moon and there's a bump on your tummy at every thrust of his cock.

"Like it sweetheart?" He asked before his hands plant itself on your stomach, you shudder as he pressed hardly. "Filling ya up so good ya can feel me in your tummy" he had then start thrusting harder, the tip of his cock hitting the bundle of nerves hidden deep inside your pulsating cunt. "Cock so big im all up in your guts, look at ya'"

He grabbed your arm and hold it before he drives his cock into you with a force that makes your eyes rolled back and your spine to arch. Your pussy drips and gush at every thrust, the wet sounds on the room almost defeaning as he bully you with his dick.

"T-ted mhmm" you panted, drool dripping from your mouth as your tounge almost rolled out. "S-so good, fuc-fuck" his thick cock makes your head fuzzy, makes your body all tingly.

Ted groaned "im tearing you apart, sweetheart. look at it" his thumb circle your clit and you had to forced yourself to not scream out.

"Pussy made just for me, yeah?" He groaned "my pretty girl, being so good for me..so fuckin' perfect"

You cried out as you can feel the coil on your stomach snapped and next thing you know you were cumming on his cock, your thighs shaking as he pulled you towards his body and holds you close as he hamered into you, not stopping.

"S-shit, sweetheart just like that, yeah..cum on my cock, come on honey. Make a mess all over me" he had said almost dazely, eyes dark and drunk.

"Be a good girl and cum f'me alright? Wanna feel your pretty pussy gush on my cock, come on honey you can do it.."

You nodded your head with clenched jaw, your toes curling, your pussy soaking wet - dripping on him as you came. You moaned so loudly Ted had to quickly reached out to cover your mouth and even then you couldn't stop, your hips moving erratically as his cock slip inside you in a pace that had your eyes rolling.

"Good girl" he mumbled as he held you close on his sweaty chest, warm lips on your ear. "Bein' such a good girl, f'me"

He was using you like a Toy, like you were nothing but a hole for him to use and fill, and yet he caressed you and held you so tenderly. Kiss your tears away like he was so sorry, hug you so tightly he could almost be your lover.

"Gonna cum, sweetheart-" he groaned "gonna cum just f'you, all for you"

You buried your face on his neck as he breathed heavily, his thurst turning sloppy and his grip much more tighter than before.

"Sweetheart, oh sweetheart.." he whimpered as he threw his head back.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum-"He then stopped, pulling out of you quickly before shooting his load on the back of your ass. Hot it was and thick.

"Shiiiittt" he whined as he kept going, nails digging on the flesh of your waist as he stroke himself up and down.

Your pussy clenched into nothing as he pulled away, whimpering so pathetically as you lay atop of him.

Ted breathed heavily underneath you before you felt a kiss on the side of your head. Brief it was and yet so so intimate.

It made you wonder if it was the post-orgasm emotions or the alcohol in your stomach that made your heart strangely skips a beat when he did that.

"Will it be okay if I moved you off of me, sweetie? As much as I enjoy ya laying so close to me, I want to clean you up. Nothing better than goin' in bed nice and clean yeah?"

You groaned at him, pushing your face on the crook of his neck to hide your blush.

"Come on, honey" he chuckled as he watched you moved away from him as if it physically pain you, you lay flat on your stomach as you watch him stood up, going to his bathroom before he stole a glance at you with a smile so gentle it made you bite your lip.

You were right, Ted Lasso is not a man who partakes on one night stand. Not because he doesn't like it, but because he gets attached too easily.

Ted is as kind as he was lonely, begging for an ounce of affection with open palm and bleeding heart and awaiting for lips who could kiss him with a gentleness he crave and only seen on T.V

You're not sure if you were the right person for that, your baggage is far to heavy, head far too messy. You dont want to drown him with your thousands sorrows and repeated problems, Ted deserve someone who can make him feel as free as he would like and as loved as he would love. Not you, as unfortunately as it was, it couldn't be you.

You watch him come back to you with his boxers on, bright eyes and cheeks sunken with dimple. A wash cloth on his hands as he wiped off every filth he sees, down to your sweat and to his spent.

He cleaned you with gentle hands, sweet words muffled by your growing sadness.

You let him turn you around, wiping you as best as he can, caressing the little marks he left on your skin with a soft uttered apology and it took you everything you can to not say he shouldn't have to be, that you like it.

"Its best if I go back" you suddenly said, your hand stopping him from cleaning you off.

Ted looked up to you with doe eyes, brows furrowed in that sad sad look that made you guilty and decay your insides. "What? Why? Is something wrong?"

You stayed as emotionless as possible "its the normal thing to do after a one night stand, no?"

You swore you could hear his heart shattered like a fallen glass. His eyes,if it can, had turned even more sadder. "Oh..oh okay, yeah. Sure"

He nodded his head, in daze before he stood up. "I'll give you time to fix yourself, wear some clothes, ill be outside yeah? Just holler if ya need me" he gave a forced smile, one that didnt reach his eyes before he closes his bedroom door.

You dressed yourself quickly, ignoring the pain in your heart and the guilt you know you will have.

"All good?" Ted ask as he stood up from the couch on the sight of you.

"Yeah" you stood awkwardly infront of him, the ache on your skin reminds you of his kisses and touch, something you will never experience again. "I uh, had fun"

Ted nodded, eyes still looking at you with sadness. "Yeah me too..we should uh, do it again sometimes- if you want too that is, don't wanna force ya y'know? But I'm here if you want me and-" he took a deep breath, a blush rushing on his cheeks.

"..I really would like too see you again." He said softly "and not just for sex! I-well, I think I would like it just as much if we just sat down and have a dinner y'know? I could cook for ya, I happen to be a great cook as I've been told so.."

He lick his lips nervously, standing so stifly in the middle of his cold living room.

You stared at him, stomach twisting in your guts. You dont think you deserve him. Sweet he was, a man that you would have wanted and deserve back when you were still young and not burden with the problems of the past. You dont want to ruin him, don't want to taint him with your filth. You can't put Ted infront of your parents knowing damn well you would leave him someday, left crumbling and half of a man he was.

Your parents know how much of a failure you are, how everything you touch decay into ashes and dust. They keep telling you that, ever since you were a kid, so young and so bright with paints on your fingertips and bruises on your knees - "everything you do will never be enough" they had said "an uncurable deceased that ruins every good thing" they referred to you. And they were right, no matter what you do, no matter how much you try and strive and yell, everything just seems to fall apart, as if you were destined to be just that - a woman who is created just to crumble. And you rather die than bring Ted in to your life.

"Thank you for the offer, but I rather not" you gave a forced smile as you watch his face fall.

"I'll take my leave now, early morning tomorrow. Have a good night, Ted"

Ted nodded silently, not saying anything. His face sunken with unsaid sadness and dissapoinment and some part of you was glad that you decided to caught him off because you know cant handle seeing that face more than once.

He accompany you to the door, holding it for you open with a tight smile and a nod then he handed you a pink box, you wonder how you didnt notice it before.

"Here, view it as a parting gift" he pulled your hand open and place it on your palm, lingering a little too long before he patted it close. "Be careful out there"

You nod at him, mumbling a soft thank you before you took your leave.

You could feel Ted watching you from his doorway as you left, the pathway feels more lonely then, more sadder than before and not long after the bang of his closed doors echoes on the silence of the night, as if mocking you of what you have lost.

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joeburrhoe · 9 months

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ted lasso pays for his s/o to get their nails done because he loves the feeling of them scratching him up as he fucks them. that’s it, that’s the tweet.

#ted lasso smut #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso #jason sudeikis #jason sudeikis smut #jason sudeikis x reader

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my-soupy-brain · 10 months

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Jealousy

Description: You and Jason are living together an a delivery driver tries to get a little too familiar with you. How dare he.

Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x reader (f)

Warning: Angst, smut

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That UPS guy is a little too friendly.

Since you moved in with Jason six months ago, you’ve fallen into a perfect rhythm. As a remote worker, you can stick around and take care of the house, answer questions for any of the caretakers he has around the property, and even watch Otis and Daisy when needed.

And you love online shopping, which he fully supports. But you’re especially shopping because his birthday is coming and you’ve got an itch to get him some great gifts.

But that damn UPS guy…

He’s watching you interact with him as he loads up his car. Your arms are crossed, you’re standing a good distance away, but UPS Guy keeps edging closer. You laugh nicely at something he said, and Jason can tell it’s not genuine. No. He knows your laugh, it lights up a room.

But you’re being nice, which is a big reason Jason fell in love with you. You’re so damn nice.

But that UPS guy…

“So, do you live here?” Jason hears him ask you. You smile and nod, “Yeah, of course.”

“Nice.”

“Do you go out around here?” he follows.

“Yeah, sometimes. I’m kinda new to the neighborhood.

The UPS guy smiles at you, shifting on his feet.

“Well, if you ever go out, you should give me a call…”

That’s it. That’s enough.

“Hey sweetheart, you need help getting those in the house?” you hear Jason ask, his hand low on your back.

“Hi, I’m Jason. And your name?” he asks a little forcefully, holding his hand out to shake…

“Jake, I’m Jake,” he answers.

…Jake’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, man. You new to the route?” Jason asks, his jaw tensing at his annoyance.

“Uh, yeah. I am. This is my first week.”

“Jake’s new to the area too, just like me!” you answer brightly, unaware that Jason’s keeping a close eye on you. His jealousy is starting to prick at his stomach, making him bite his tongue.

“I was just asking if she goes out around here. I assume she’s your…sister?” Jake asks.

Okay, now Jason is seeing red.

“No, actually, he’s my boyfriend,” you offer, giggling at the odd insinuation. “We’ve been together, what now? A year?” you ask, turning to Jason.

He smiles and nods, putting his arm around you tightly as he holds you to his side. “It feels like yesterday and forever at the same time,” he says lowly, kissing the side of your head, improving his posture as he eyes down Jake.

“Cool, ah, good for you two,” Jake says, taking off his hat and scratching his hair. “Well, I better be going. Catch ya later!”

Jake fires up his truck and leaves, onto his next delivery. You catch Jason glance at the truck as it leaves his view.

“What is that look, honey?” you ask with a smile.

“Nothin’,” he murmurs. You can’t help but grin. If looks could kill, that delivery man would’ve died a thousand deaths right there.

….

The following week, another delivery comes and Jake comes to the door. You answer it, brightly, in a maxi dress with your hair pulled back, just about to head out to lunch.

“Nice to see you again, y/n,” Jake says, smiling at you. He hands you the box.

“Wanted to make sure this got to your hands personally.”

You nod and smile. “Thank you! Have a safe route!” you reply kindly, but as you close the door, Jake stops it.

“So, I mean…how serious are you guys?” he asks a little bashfully, his eyes looking around the entryway for signs of Jason, who’s somewhere in the house.

“I love him to death, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Your eyes narrow. This is a little too bold.

Jake takes off his hat again, running his fingers through his thick, dark hair.

“I just… I’d love to take you out sometime…” Jake admits, and your face drops. But before you can say a word, Jason is behind you again.

“Hey pal? I think you should go,” Jason says sternly. “And honestly, next time, just drop the package off at the door. Sound good?”

Jake steps off the step, nodding.

“Hey man, I’m sorry. I wasn’t tryin’ to…”

“No, I know what you were trying to do. You were trying to move in on my girl,” Jason replies, a little more angry than he was a second ago.

“Hey, it’s a big world. Just givin’ her some options, okay?” Jake says, shrugging as if he didn’t just try to home wreck your relationship. “She doesn’t need to be tied down to some has-been.”

Your turn to see red.

It takes two wide steps out the door to get in his face.

“How dare you, you pathetic coward. You're gonna stand there and talk that way about this accomplished award-winner? Ha! He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be! Get off our property!” you shout, nearly nose-to-nose with him.

“What was with all those signals you gave me yesterday then?” he asks, raising his voice. “That’s on you!”

“Signals? Signals. I was being polite. Oh God, you scumbag. So you take any politeness as flirting? Boy, do you have a lot to learn,” you laugh, pointing at his truck. “Now get the fuck out of here.”

Jason joins you, his arm around your waist as the truck drives away, Jake sticking his middle finger up at the both of you, and you dishing it right back. “Have fun, fuckface!” Jason shouts as he waves.

….

Jason grabs your hand and tugs you back in the house.

“I swear to God I’m gonna find out who his manager is and…”

Before you can finish a word, Jason’s roped his arms around you and is kissing your lips, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, his hands cupping your ass through the dress. His breath is coming in deep pockets of air through his nose, unable to let you go.

You pull away for just a second, smiling. “Well what was that for…” you start to ask and Jason nods his head and looks up the stairs. “Bedroom.”

“Wha…”

“Bedroom.”

His look says he means it. You’re not sure what he’s gonna do but the intensity of that kiss and the look in his eyes mean something fun is about to happen. You practically skip up the stairs and he’s not far behind you, closing the doors and wrapping his arms around you for a hungry kiss.

He pulls away for just a second to take a breath.

“Watching you get flirted with burned me up,” he says with a low, husky voice. “I can’t blame people for wanting you, you’re fucking perfect.”

You smile, feeling a blush on your cheeks.

“But watching you get in his face? Defend…me?”

He dives back in for a kiss, moving you both to the bed where he lays you down, your hands clutching his shirt to bring him down with you, over your body.

His lips and teeth nibble along your ear, your neck. “You’re so sexy everyone wants you,” he mutters to your skin. “But you’re mine, so they can look but they can’t touch.”

You moan, arching your back into his body. His big hands touch and grab every curve, your breasts, your hips, your ass.

“And seeing you get in his face, fuck…” he murmurs, kissing down your body. “You don’t take shit from anyone, and it’s so hot…”

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his face up to yours to kiss him, his body slotted between your open legs where he works his hand to run his fingers along the outside of your panties.

“You like this attention, don’t you?” he whispers low to your ear. “You like knowing someone else wants you but only I can have you?”

Another moan slips from your lips, unable to contain it. “Yeah baby, you’re mine, this is mine,” he coos, his fingers wiggling underneath your panties, stroking you.

Your body writhes on the bed, and he loves to see it, smirking as a whimper escapes your lips. He slips a long finger inside your wet sex, ready for him.

“You like this? You like when I claim you?” he murmurs against your chest, sucking on your breasts and rolling a perked nipple between his lips. “It’s so sexy when other people want you��”

Your mind swims with ideas…role playing…games… it’s like this unlocked something for him.

“He did want me,” you coo, running your fingers through his hair. “He wanted to take me out, buy me drinks…”

Jason’s eyes narrow at the thought.

“Did you want him, too?” he asks you huskily in your ear, his hand gripping your thigh. You roll slightly, exposing your round ass to him.

When you don’t answer, he swats your ass playfully and grabs it.

“Hm?”

You smile at him mischievously, grabbing his hair, bringing his lips to yours.

“Mmm…I don’t know…” you answer, his hands grabbing you. He yanks his pants down his thighs, pulling your body down closer to his.

“What was that?” he asks, peeling your panties off in a hurry. His fingers find your slick heat, stroking you.

“Maybe,” you answer, your head thrown back as he inserts a long digit in you.

He nods. “Mmkay.”

He pumps his fingers a couple times, your body so turned on you can almost feel the climax in your thighs already. But when he gets between your legs he asks again.

“Think he could do this?”

And he licks a stripe against you. His slick tongue laves at your center, his fingers pumping in rhythm.

“No, baby. You know I only want you, always,” you purr. His lips curl into a smile as he continues, moaning into you.

“No one gets to taste you but me,” he grumbles. “No one gets to make you come but me.”

He curls his fingers just right, your hips bouncing off the bed before he lays a strong forearm over you.

“I’m not done with you,” he purrs, adding his tongue and making you clutch his hair and cry out his name.

You see stars, your eyes blacking out for a moment, and before you can return to earth he’s climbing up to you, kissing your breasts and then your lips.

His eyes are dark and full of lust and need, and you’re more than happy to submit to him. He kneels between your legs and cages you with his strong body and you kiss his neck.

“I only want you baby, don’t you worry,” you murmur to his skin, and his eyes close when he moans in response as he slides into you.

He snaps his hips hard, making your body and the bed bounce. It unleashes a fury of passion for you, seeing him get possessive and then turned on by your defense. The way he pushes into you is full desire.

“Mmm…you like knowing this is only for you?” you coo into his ear as its near your neck, running your fingers through his hair. “This is just yours.”

He moans your name deeply, in that low, rumbling voice he has when he wants to. “Keep talking, baby…”

You smile as he pushes into you harder, making you see stars.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, baby. No one can give this to me like you can, no one turns me on like you do,” you add, making him groan hard and deep. “God, y/n…”

“Feel that? Only you can do that to me, baby…it’s yours, only yours…”

His thumb moves between your bodies to your center, rubbing it as he continues to push into you. Your eyes close as your moans increase, moaning his name, cursing — you name it.

“Yeah, y/n…I want to show you how mine you are,” he mutters, watching your face react, the blush climb up your chest to your face as your insides quiver and BAM! Your climax hits like a Mac truck and you’re gripping him and shouting.

While your eyes are closed he smiles, leaning against your ear.

“There’s my pretty girl… listen to you…” he smiles, kissing your neck. “Oh, God…”

And with that, he increases his pace and falls over with you, your lips on his jaw, against his ear: “Claim it.”

As your bodies wind down, your legs fall off his hips and you take a deep breath. When he pulls up to look at you, your faces are coated in a thin sheen of sweat, hair all over the place from being pulled by greedy hands. You kiss him tenderly.

You smile at each other for a moment, and you giggle. “Maybe we need more pushy delivery men to stop by, huh?”

Jason laughs, grabbing your hand to kiss it before laying next to you.

“Nah, I think the memory of that dude will last us a lifetime.”

#jason sudeikis x reader #jason sudeikis #whoops wrote an RPF #actually not whoops fuck that #he's hot and i can't help it #have fun friends

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babyspiderling · 5 months

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Mine, Oscar x reader

AN: First smut, but god is it filth. Fem!Reader

Warnings: Breeding kink, degredation, slut, whore, lust, smut, public sex, you name it, it's probably here.

The jukebox blares with some old school country song that sounded vaguely familiar. Maybe one I had heard while flipping through stations or riding in someones old beat up truck in my youth. I spy Oscar pouring beers for the men at the bar. I shoot him a smile as I make an attempt to greet him. I sit at the empty end of the bar, more than happy to wait for now instead of pushing through the men and their smoke scented flannels.

It isn't long before I start to get impatient, drumming my fingers on the lacquered bartop in time with the music filtering through the moderate crowd. Oscars cutting it up with his customers and I start to get antsy. I turn away from the bar, leaning back against it to people watch, take a fleeting interest with the game on the televisions. I feel someone approach before I feel them. Incorrectly, I assume it’s Oscar and a wicked grin blossoms on my face before I turn to face him, only to be met with another face. James. I had seen him around, as you do in a small town. The grocery store, the bank, Oscars bar. I give a polite smile before looking back for Oscar who had conveniently gone to the back of the bar, out of sight.

James scoots closer, and I can smell the whiskey on his tongue. An evil little bug takes hold, one that I know I’ll regret when I can’t walk in the morning but I’ve been missing Oscar like crazy and was willing to do whatever it took to get his attention solely on me. “Hey James.” I greet, turning my attention to him, ignoring the strong scent of alcohol wafting over my face. He invites me to dance just as Oscar re-enters the bar area. I let James pull me onto the dance floor to hold me in his arms and sway to the old country song crooning from the old jukebox that was older than Oscar himself. I pretend to have a good time, like he wasn’t trampling my toes under his every step.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I don’t separate from James, despite hearing the possessive edge in Oscars voice. “Oscar!” I gasp, eyes wide as I’m caught. James grins around alcohol scented breath. “You know you’re not supposed to be here, baby. No more playing hard to get, I’m tired of chasing.” Oscar responds, a small frown blooming between his eyebrows and his jaw set under the stubble that drove me wild, whether I felt it under my fingers, against my lips or overstimulating the sensitive spot between my thighs that made my hips buck uncontrollably. I bite at my lower lip, reflecting on that stubble.

“I just came for the music. Maybe a couple drinks.” I can’t decide if I want to dig myself out of the hole I’ve landed myself in or push more of my boyfriend's buttons and make him jealous. I lick my lips and decide on the second option. He laughs, but is quick to change his expression when he sees my lips, and takes a few steps forward. “It's not just the music you came for, is it? I know what you really want.” I pretend to deny it. “I came to dance. And James here is gonna help me out with that.” I turn to the poor man “Isn’t that right, James?” Oscar grabs my hand and pulls me away from the poor, shocked looking James. Oscar leans in and whispers in my ear, a sweet, little nothing “It’s ok, baby. Those lips are meant for me and me alone. You don’t have to play anymore games. You know you want me.” His voice is smooth and seductive.

“You finally gonna dance with me Oscar?” He laughs softly to himself, a dangerous glint in his dark brown eyes. “I want something much more than just a dance. And it doesn’t take an advanced degree in body language to recognize what it is you really desire.” James has long since been forgotten as I lay one hand on Oscar’s shoulder, the other taking his hand. “Oh? And what do you think that is?” His face inches closer to mine, his lips just barely grazing my ear. “Your body craves excitement. You want a man who will take control, who will dominate you, and push you to your limits. You want me.” I pretend that his little monologue didn’t send a delicious shudder down my spine, dampening the fabric between my legs. Despite how turned on I am, I decide to push my luck, continuing to brat. “Is that what I want, Oscar?” He leans in closer still, his large body pressed against mine, the woodsy scent of his cologne filling my nose. His voice grows quiet and turns into a low, seductive, almost hypnotizing whisper. “You do, You want me to show you how a real man takes care of a woman like you. How you should be loved. I”m going to give you just what you want. All you have to do is give yourself to me.” As we dance chest to chest for a minute, I can’t help but glance at the clock on the wall to see how long I’d have to wait before Oscar could take me home and fulfill his promises. “Is that all I have to do?” I continue to push my luck. “I don’t know. I mean, you’ve got a bar to run, and I don’t enjoy audiences.” My response is met with a growl of impatience and a tightening of his grip on my hip. His free hand runs down my neck to my back as he walks me backwards towards the bar. He pins me against the wood, the edge digging into my spine.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait until you close for the night.” I whisper, a wicked grin on my red painted lips. He grows in his throat again. I can almost feel his heart pounding in his chest from how hard he’s pressed against me, his desire on full display. “You don’t have to wait… I can close the bar now and take you upstairs in my office. Or we could do it here.” I make a small tutting noise in my throat. “As much as I do like the idea of christening the bar, I don’t do shows.” He smiles, his teeth a gleaming white as his eyes roam the bar, taking in the shocked expressions of the other patrons. He chuckles softly. “They might learn a thing or two.” He leans in towards me again, his breath tickling my ear as he speaks sweetly. “So, is that a yes?” His hand slides up my arms just to rest at my neck. “After you close up shop, Baby.” His lips graze my cheek as he whispers in my ear in a sexy purr. “You can call me any name you want, sweetheart. Just as long as you call on me when your little heart is aching for lovin’.” His hand slides down my face until it rests on my waist, and his voice is low and growling. “Your body wants to be taken by someone big and strong. You want it. And I want to give it to you.” I smirk, pressed chest to chest with him. “Oh, you do?” He slides his rough, calloused hands down my body, cupping my hips in a possessive grip as he looks into my eyes and licks his lips. “Oh, yes. Yes, I do.” His growl is deep and hungry as his gaze drifts down to my mouth. I can almost see the fantasies flashing through his head. I glance at the clock above the bar. “You’ve got an hour and a half till close. Maybe the time’ll go by fast.” I giggle, sauntering off to the back. He watches me go, a smirk playing at his lips and his heartbeat pulsing fast within his chest.

The last hour and a half seemed like an eternity, and yet, it flew by as it approached last call. Eventually, it was just him and I in the darkened, empty bar. Oscar locked the door and turned off the open sign before meeting my eyes. “I believe we had an arrangement to christen the bar.” I hum, as if I had forgotten all about it. “We did, didn’t we?” He raises a brow at me, a knowing glimmer in his eyes. He lets his hand trail behind him over the shining wood until he reaches where I stand at the end. His body presses close to mine once again, leaving my breath feeling hot and heavy. When he speaks, it’s a quiet purr in my ear. “I don’t think you forgot. I think you like playing dumb. Let’s fix that, shall we?” My breath hitches, despite myself. I gasp as he turns me around, his chest pressed into my back, his hot breath tickling my neck and ear as his hands grip bruises onto my hips, dragging me back and forth over his clothed arousal, making him groan quietly. “Since you want to act like such a dumb fucking slut, I’m going to treat you like one.”

A hand threads its way into my hair, pulling tight to shove me against the wood of the bar. “There we go. Look at you, practically presenting yourself to me.” I whimper, my own arousal pooling in the small scrap of panty barely covering my core. “Let’s see what you’re good for.” He growls, flipping up my short skirt to expose the barely there lace. “Whore. Parading around in such a little skirt, barely wearing panties.” He tsks his tongue, his large, warm hand slamming against my ass with an audible crack that rings through the empty bar. I cry out, jerking against the bartop. “Hush. This is what bad girls get when they want to act like sluts. Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I haven’t done a good job at showing you just who you belong to. Well, don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you remember.” Another crack sounds against my ass, making me gasp and arch. His rough fingers tuck themselves under the waistband, pulling at them to let them snap against my skin. “Such pretty panties. Too bad they’re gonna be ruined.” Without another word my ears pick up a ripping noise and my jaw drops as I try to look over my shoulder at him. He sees this and turns my face back to the bar. “Eyes forward baby.” He brings my bare hips back towards his clothed ones. I drip against the denim restraining his cock, moaning at the sensation. “Yeah, I know baby. I know.” I hear the sound of his belt being undone and the opening of a zipper as he sighs at the relief of no longer being so constrained.

I arch my hips slightly, the teasing and anticipation leaving me needy. “Look at you, such a pretty little slut.” I feel his fingers trace my lips, parting them to see my leaking opening. “Oh, sweetheart, practically dripping for me. Bet you don’t even need my fingers to stretch you out.” He growls, pride mingling in his tone. I gasp as a thick finger breaches my walls, the small stretch already sending my eyes rolling. “Oscar~” I whine, nudging my hips back against the digits as my hands grip the ledge of the bar. Oscar shuffles closer, his burning length bumping against my hip as he leans over me. “Thats a good girl. Tell me who you belong to. Let everyone in this fucking town hear who makes you feel this good.” A finger teases at my clit. Not too hard that it builds pleasure, but hard enough to send my knees buckling and my hips jerking to chase the sensation. That earns me another pop to the backside. “Stay still.” His fingers leave and I can hardly breathe, tense with anticipation as I feel him square himself between my legs. A needy whine breaks from my throat as I feel him drag my soaking core over his length, the tip teasing my clit with every thrust. “Maybe there’s hope for you being my good girl yet.” I can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he drags back and guides himself into my cunt, the muscles fluttering around him as it tries to adjust to the sheer size of him. “Oh, god.” I warble, my thighs shaking from the effort to adjust to him. Oscar barely waits before he starts pistoning back and forth, in and out as a snails pace.

All too soon I’m whining and moaning, begging for more as I try to fuck myself back on his cock. “Such a needy little girl. You need more? You need me to fuck you nice and deep? Yeah, I bet you do. You need me to fuck you dumb. It’s okay baby, you don’t have to say anything. You just keep letting everyone know who you belong to, who makes you feel so good.” I feel him pick up speed and his grip grow tighter. My eyes roll back as my cheek presses to the wood, drool pooling on the reflective surface. The familiar coil begins to tighten further, on the verge of snapping. I moan a warning. “Yeah? Yeah, is someone about to cum? Does someone feel too good? Hm? Is my pretty slut going to soak my cock?” He bends over me, feeling his stubble rake against the soft skin of the shoulder, his breath hot in my ear. “It’s okay honey, you can let go. Doesn’t mean I’ll stop, but you’ve been taking me so well. You don’t have to hold it.” I moan, pushed closer to the edge from his words alone. “You want to be good, don’t you? You want to be so good for me. Good girls cum when they’re told.” I tumble over the edge with a shout of his name, my toes curling in my shoes as I get a white knuckle grip on the edge of the bar. Oscar doesn’t even slow down, fucking me through my orgasm as he chases his. “That’s it. Tighten that pretty little cunt around my cock. Gonna make me cum, princess. Bet you’d like that, huh, want me to fill you up. Maybe I’ll even knock you up. Oh you like that idea, feel you tightening around me at that. Yeah? You want me to knock you up? Get you all nice and round with my baby? Gonna make you carry a piece of me in you for nine months. Gonna show everyone just who you belong to. Gonna be hard for them to claim plausible deniability when you’re the size of a watermelon and waddling all over creation. Yeah. Yeah I’m gonna knock you up.” His thrusts grow sloppy, pistoning in and out fervently, spurred on by his own words. He slams forward, twitching and spilling into me, painting my insides with thick ropes. He growls and bites an angry red mark into my shoulder, licking and sucking at it. The wave crashes over me one last time, triggered by his words and the way he twitches inside me.

I slump against the lacquer, exhausted and fucked dumb just as Oscar intended. I whine at the empty feeling as he pulls out, feeling him start to drip out of me. He hums behind me, scooping up the evidence of our escapade before pushing it back in with a thick finger. “Gotta make sure it takes, sweetheart. You thought I was kidding about giving you a kid?”

#jason sudeikis #jason sudeikis x reader #oscar x reader #oscar colossal x reader #colossal 2017 #this is complete and utter filth #I'm sorry

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readergf · 1 year

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"𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐮𝐡-𝐡𝐮𝐡

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧', 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭"

#jason sudeikis #jason sudeikis x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso x reader

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daydreamgoddess14 · 9 months

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Full Masterlist

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believesthings · 1 year

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It Dies With You // Jason Sudeikis x Famous Reader

A/N: I wouldn’t call this a sequel necessarily, but in my mind this story exists in the same universe as “the inspiration invitation”. Although, you do not by any means have to read that story first. Secondly, I feel a little weird about this one since I believe it is the first thing I've written that explicitly mentions Olivia and the fallout of their relationship. This is purely a work of fiction and I mean no ill will towards any real life people mentioned below.

Summary: Sensing your boyfriend’s frustration about recent headlines involving his past relationship, you encourage him to process those feelings by putting them into song.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

You can hear the clicking of laptop keys and a drink thudding the top of the kitchen counter. You peak your head around the corner, seeing Jason in front of his computer. The light of the laptop screen highlights his face. If you look close enough, you can see the furrow of his brow. He’s agitated and you suspect you know why.

“Jas, honey? You alright?” You shuffle over to him bringing your hand up to the nape of his neck, massaging the muscle underneath. He sighs, looking down and running his hands over his face. He removes his hat, sitting it down on the kitchen counter and looks back up at you. “Yeah, it’s just… you know.” His hands shoot out towards the laptop screen, vaguely motioning towards the words illuminated there. He looks back up at you and you take a moment to take in his features. He seems tired. Hopefully, there should be a break in your schedules coming up soon. The both of you could use a day of serious rest.

Glancing at the computer screen in front of you, your suspicions are confirmed. Headlines about Jason’s failure to pay child support and bleeding his ex dry with legal fees causes you to release a sigh of your own. You hate that Jason is having to deal with this.

“Oh, hon. I’m so sorry.” You move your hand up and gently run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. He leans over and kisses the inside of your wrist before shutting his laptop screen closed. He stands and grabs your hand walking you both over to couch. You settle in, resting your feet in his lap and he run his hands over your legs.

“I’m just…. I don’t know what to do. I can’t seem to win.”

You don’t say anything. You reach your hand out to squeeze his arm to signal that you’re there, you’re listening but you leave the space for him to talk.

“I don’t even care about the romantic aspect of it anymore, obviously.” He says gesturing to you, implying that he has since moved on. “But she is still the mother of my children, you know? I have to see her and interact with her for the sake of the kids, one of which has her exact fucking face and it’s hard not to see her when I look at him.”

“I just… I thought we had an agreement. I thought it was understood that the kids came first. They are the top priority. Regardless of where she and I were at in our lives, we never wanted to compromise the relationship with the kids. I will never understand how she can joke and laugh with me on Sunday at our son’s soccer game and then file shit like this in the court system on Monday and then look me in the eyes the next weekend like it didn’t happen.”

“The kids are getting older. What if they end up seeing this stuff online one day? I.. I don’t want them to think I’m a bad father. I don’t want them to think I don’t care.”

You sit up quickly. “No, Jason. I’m going to cut you off right there. You are not a bad father. You have to know that. They know that. I’m sure they do. Its evident in everything you do. Besides, all that really matters is how you treat them. What they will remember above everything else is how you make them feel.”

He sighs again, squeezing your hand. “I know. I just.. I hate this.”

You take a minute to look at him, an idea swirling in your mind. “Come with me.” You say. He looks at you, clearly a bit puzzled but follows nonetheless.

You lead him into the bedroom, digging through one your bedside drawers and pulling out a leather bound notepad. Turning back to survey Jason, your eyes travel down to his jeans setting your sights on the two red pens tucked into his pockets. Perfect.

Gliding towards him, you pick out one of the red pens and hold the notebook and pen out to him to take.

Giving you a quizzical look, he says, “what’s this?”

“I think you need to write.”

He scrunches his nose at you, “like a diary?”

Shaking your head at him, you continue, “No. like a song.”

He stares at you for a moment, not seeming to understand you. “I think you’ve forgotten that I am not the songwriter in this relationship sweetheart.”

“Oh, now I don’t know about that. I saw that video you made with Charlie Puth. There’s untapped potential in there, Sudeikis. I can tell.”

“Yes, a video I believe has been marked private. For good reason.”

You lead him to the bed, laying the journal face open on your lap. “Look, in all seriousness, I really think it might help. Part of the magic of songwriting is taking all of that shit that is ruminating in your brain and getting it out.”

He runs his hands over his chin looking down at you, “yeah but with songwriting you have to like make shit rhyme.”

“So? Fuck that. You don’t have to make it rhyme if you don’t want to. It’s your words. Plus, you’re really gonna look me in the eyes and tell me that you can’t come up with a rhyme, Mr. improv comedy?”

“…fair enough.”

You grab his hands, playing with his finger tips. “If you truly don’t wanna do it - forget I even said anything. But I think getting all those feelings out on paper, expressing it, helps you let go of it. It’s a way to take those thoughts that creep around in the corners of your mind and finally put them to rest. You write it and it no longer has to belong to your mind alone. You finally get to put a bookend to it and create space for something else. You don’t have to do anything with it. You don’t even have to share it with me if you aren’t comfortable. I’m not asking you dissect your creative integrity. I’m just asking you to get in front of a page and write. It doesn’t have to be poetic. Fuck that. Just write what you feel. If you don’t get it out, once you die this idea dies with you. Get in front of the page and get it out, if for no other reason than to make your mind a clearer place to live in.”

It was a much longer speech than you were planning on giving, but you really wanted to try to get your point across to him.

“I get you. It’s a little bit of a morbid way of looking at it - with the whole dying thing, but I get you. “

He grabs the notebook and pen from the bed, twirling the red pen between his fingers.

“I’ll tell you what. I’m going to go into the kitchen, tidy some stuff up. You take some time and space and see if anything comes to you that you’d like to write down. If you want to talk, you know you’ve always got my ear.”

He peers down at you again, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Ok. Thank you.”

You head into the kitchen and start tidying up. You and Jason decided that you wanted to make cookies earlier that day and there was a surprising amount of clutter left over from the whole affair. You can hear Jason mumbling in the other room but true to your word, you leave him be. He emerges a couple hours later, coming up to hug you from behind while you are wiping down the kitchen counter. He places a soft kiss to the crook of your neck. “Thank you.” He murmurs.

“Of course. Everything okay?” You look up at him when you ask. His eyes always give him away.

“Yeah. You were right, of course.” He smiles at you.

He pauses for a minute before asking, “could you.. take a look at it?”

“You’re sure? I wasn’t joking when I said I don’t have to read it if you’re not comfortable.”

“I know but I am. Comfortable, I mean. I know you. I trust you. Plus, if anyone knows songwriting it’s the woman who has one 6 Grammy awards.”

“5 actually, if I win this year, it’ll be 6.” You smirk, correcting him.

He rolls his eyes at you. “Well, you’re gonna win. Come on now. I’m being optimistic about your chances by rounding up.”

“Come on, dork.”

You finish up in the kitchen, leading Jason back to the bedroom. You see the notebook open on the bed. You point towards it, looking at Jason and he gives you a curt nod. “I’m just gonna pop in the bathroom and get ready for bed while you look that over, honey.”

He leans in and gives you a kiss and he’s off, shutting the bathroom door behind him. You’re sure that it is partially true that he’s getting ready for bed. But you’re also sure that even though he was comfortable with you reading what he’s written, he didn’t want to be in the room while you did so. You didn’t blame him. You knew from your own personal experience how vulnerable an activity it could be.

Honestly, you were glad he did because looking down at his scrawl on the page below, he clearly didn’t hold back.

It’s funny how a memory turns into a bad dream

When running wild turns volatile

It’s not funny how it changes

Ended up like strangers

And we burned down our paper house

There were other words and phrases scribbled out throughout the page. Ideas written in margins and then crossed through upon reflection. You were only able to make out one phrase clearly: who taught you wonder, learning, and love were supposed to be easy?

It didn’t really fit, so you understand why he scratched through it but you liked it. You made a mental note of it. If Jason was okay with it, perhaps you would use it in a project of your own.

Another paragraph caught your attention.

They say it’s better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all

That could be a load of shit

But I just need to tell you all

Some mistakes get made

That’s alright, that’s okay

You can think that you’re in love

When you’re really just engaged

Some mistakes get made

That’s alright, that’s okay

In the end it’s better for me

That’s the moral of the story

The bathroom door opens and you look up to see Jason leaning against the doorway.

“It’s good.” You tell him.

“Yeah? Like 5 Grammy awards good?”

“Eh, 5 might be overselling it. Maybe more like 3 nominations, 2 wins kind of good.” You joke back at him.

“Well in that case…” he trails off while walking over to the shelf by your side of the bed, plucking two of your awards and bringing them over to his bedside table. “I’ll go ahead and accept my accolades now.”

You go over to the shelf, examining the remaining awards. “Well it looks like you nicked the album of the year award and you’ve only written one track. So, it sounds to me like you have some more work to do before you go accepting anything, mister.”

“…maybe I’ll do that.”

“Yeah?”

He nods at you. “I’m not saying I wanna switch careers or anything, I’ll leave that to the professional in this relationship, but it felt good. You always seem to know what I need - you’re so busy being you, you don’t even realize how amazing you are.”

He pulls you into bed with him and begins kissing your neck.

“Aren’t you gonna thank me properly? You know…The Roy Kent method?”

His beard is scratching against your skin and you hear him chuckle near your ear. “Ah- yes. I’m familiar.”

He kisses down your body. “I think that sounds like an excellent idea.”

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thisismysecondrodeo · 11 months

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This Means the World to Me (Jason Sudeikis x Author!Reader, 25K) You're an author of a hit book and your agent surprises you by asking you what celebrity you'd love to come to your book signing. Jason Sudeikis surprises you by actually showing up. But is it just a nice celebrity doing a nice thing or is it something more?

Untitled (Jason Sudeikis x Nanny!Reader AU, 1K) Jason is recently divorced and you interview to be his nanny, but for some reason that Jason is happy to explain, you don't get the job. One-shot.

Touch Me (Jason Sudeikis x HandKink!Reader lol, 3K, EXPLICIT) Jason finds out that your favorite thing about him is his hands, and he's definitely down to explore that.

The Devil Himself (Jason Sudeikis x Reader, SNL Devil Roleplay, 3K EXPLICIT) From a Tumblr Request: Reader has a thing for Jason's SNL Weekend Update Devil character and he comes back from the afterparty all dressed up.

Sick Suds (Jason Sudeikis x Reader, Sick fic, 1K) From a Tumblr Request: Can you do a fic where Jason is sick and you have to take care of him.

Make Me Sweat (Jason Sudeikis x SoftDom!Reader, 3K, EXPLICIT) Jason comes home from a work trip and even though you two missed each other, you decide to make him work for it.

Twitter Famous (Jason Sudeikis x Celebrity!Reader, 23K) Your PR manager always warned you to be careful with social media but it was your favorite way to interact with fans. So when someone asks you who your celebrity crush is well…things get a little out of hand.

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mrs-dr-reid · 3 months

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Sparkling Diamond

Pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Broadway!Reader

Summary: Jason goes to see "Moulin Rouge! The Musical", and Y/N just so happens to be going on as Satine when Karen Olivo suddenly calls in sick

Genre: Soooooooo fluffy

Warnings: Swear words, age gap (Jason is 43ish, Reader is early to mid 30s), slight jealousy, mentions of in-show death, spoilers for Moulin Rouge probably, potentially very incorrect descriptions about how celebrities going to see shows on Broadway works, Aaron Tveit, Karen Olivo, and Amber Ardolino being conspiratory little shits

A/N: This sucker came to me in a dream because I am VERY into Moulin Rouge and Jason Sudeikis right now, so enjoy my brain vomit that I did way too much research for. GIF isn’t mine, I got it off a gif keyboard

Word Count: 3509

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When Y/N got the call that Karen Olivo was out sick and that she’d be going on for her, she certainly wasn’t expecting to meet her celebrity crush, nor was she planning on giving him her phone number, but crazier things had happened. Y/N arrived at the theater way before anybody else, mostly due to her nerves because it was only her second time going on as Satine instead of her usual role as one of the can-can girls, and she ensured she was completely warmed up before even thinking about doing anything else (she refused to get into costume until the actual call time so she wouldn’t completely sweat through it before the show even started). Since she was the only cast member there, she ran through her songs and choreography while waiting for everybody else to show up.

The first person to arrive was her fellow swing (and other Satine understudy), Amber Ardolino. She said, “Excited for your big night?”, as she put her bag down in their shared dressing room, so Y/N laughed nervously and said, “Yeah. But also scared shitless. It’s supposed to be a packed house tonight, and everybody’s gonna be expecting Karen. I don’t wanna let anybody down,” so Amber smiled and said, “You killed it last time, tonight won’t be any different. Plus, you’re getting paid to be serenaded by and make out with Aaron Tveit,” before wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, which made Y/N burst out laughing before she replied, “He does have a voice like liquid gold, but you and I both know he’s not my type,” and started getting into costume.

Amber started doing her makeup, and as the hair stylist Caitlin came in to help Y/N into her wig and mic, she said, “Hey, did you hear that a celebrity’s coming to the show tonight?”, which made Y/N raise a questioning eyebrow before saying, “I did not. Any idea who it is?”, so Amber replied, “Only that it’s a man, which does jack shit to narrow it down,” as she curled her eyelashes. Y/N nodded thoughtfully, then said, “What if it’s Ewan McGregor?”, which sparked a whole debate over which male celebrities could potentially be in the audience that night.

Jason was excited, to say the least. The second he heard Moulin Rouge was coming to Broadway, he got a ticket for the first show he could, which was about two weeks after it opened. He made it to the theater, and despite his best efforts, he stirred up a little bit of a ruckus with his presence. He found his seat with the least amount of disruption he could manage, and then opened his playbill to see a slip of paper that read “The role of Satine will be played by Y/N L/N”, which made him raise an eyebrow at the fact that an understudy was going on for the leading lady so early in the show’s run, but he shrugged it off since it wasn’t his place to judge someone’s misbehaving immune system or potential family emergency.

He flipped through the program until he found her headshot, and he let out a low whistle because she was beautiful, but he instantly felt guilty about it because she looked a lot younger than him. The lights started going down, so he closed his program and settled in for the show. Based on his precursory glance at the musical numbers, he knew Satine didn’t show up until “The Sparkling Diamond”, so he sat tight and waited.

He boogied in his seat slightly during the opening number and "Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love", then “The Sparkling Diamond” started, and Jason was practically on the edge of his seat with anticipation. As Y/N was lowered onto the stage on a trapeze in her glittery costume, Jason’s breath was taken away by how much more gorgeous she was in person. She began to sing, and Jason thought the world had stopped spinning, because not only was she beautiful, her voice was too.

He couldn’t help but feel a (frankly unwarranted) spike of jealousy every time Aaron put his hands on Y/N, whenever she clung to him, and whenever they kissed, which was ridiculous because he didn’t even know this woman and he was feeling so many emotions due to her frankly phenomenal acting. When intermission arrived, Jason was thankful for the little bit of respite it gave him, even though his mind raced with plans to somehow get the chance to meet his sparkling diamond as he took pictures and made small talk with some of the people around him.

Backstage, Aaron and Y/N were getting a drink of water and chatting when Amber came speeding around the corner and exclaimed, “GIRL! You are going to DIE when I tell you who came to see the show tonight!”, so Y/N put down her water and said, “Okay, now I’m curious. Who?”, which made an almost manic grin spread across Amber’s face (and a barely imperceptible smirk flash across Aaron’s) before she grabbed Y/N’s shoulders and said, “Jason. Friggin. Sudeikis.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, and she said, “No. You’re shitting me!”, so Amber said, “I am 100% not shitting you! Davin saw him taking selfies with people near the back of the house,” which only sent a spike of anxiety through her body. She said, “And I’m only being told about this now?!?!”, so Aaron piped up, “Well, you’re basically in love with the guy. If you knew before the show, you’d have gotten all in your head, and maybe even have refused to step foot on stage,” but he instantly regretted saying anything because Y/N turned her scorching gaze on him and said, “YOU KNEW MY CELEBRITY CRUSH WAS GONNA BE IN THE AUDIENCE, AND YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING?!?!”, actually starting to panic now.

Amber quickly stepped in and said, “Hey, hey, hey, you’re spiraling. You kicked ass out there, and after intermission is over, you’re gonna kick even more ass,” Aaron adding, “Exactly. I’m honored to have a love interest as talented as you,” in an attempt to suck up to her so she wouldn’t hurt him. Y/N glared at both of them for ten seconds, then she let out a groan and said, “Okay, fine. Let’s go kick some ass. But don’t think I won’t get you for this later, Pretty Boy,” before hitching up her skirt and storming back to the stage to get ready for Act II. Amber said, “I’ll say some nice words at your funeral,” then scurried off to take her place, making Aaron let out a groan before following behind her.

Jason watched with rapt attention as the show reached its climax, and he actually shed a tear when Y/N pretended to die in Aaron’s arms. He was the first person on his feet for the standing ovation, and he’s sure he cheered the loudest when Y/N took her bow. After the encore, everybody started filtering out, so Jason went to follow them when a young woman wearing all black and a headset came over to him and said, “Hi, Mr. Sudeikis. I’m with the production team, and a couple of our cast members wanted to invite you backstage as a surprise for our Satine, Y/N. She’s a big fan of yours. Totally up to you, of course,” which made his eyebrows fly up to his hairline before he said, “Yeah, absolutely!”, and allowed her to lead him backstage.

Meanwhile, Y/N was in her dressing room having a mini-celebration with Amber because she somehow managed to not fall flat on her face for the remainder of the show despite knowing her celebrity crush was watching her every move. Aaron knocked on the door and said, “Oh, Ladies!”, in a sing-song voice, so Y/N said, “Yeah, Aaron?”, but all he did was grin mischievously before the stage manager Davin appeared in the doorway and said, “Oh, good, I found you. Aaron, Y/N, Jason Sudeikis is coming backstage to meet you guys,” which made Amber squeal in delight while Y/N just froze in place.

Y/N said, “He is?”, trying and failing to conceal her nerves, so Davin said, “Yeah, a couple of the cast members invited him back. Let’s go,” before bustling off again. Y/N shot dirty looks at Amber and Aaron, then said, “If I survive this, I’m gonna murder you both,” before stalking out of the dressing room to catch up with Davin, choosing to ignore the high-five her co-stars exchanged behind her.

She turned the corner and almost stopped breathing because Davin was making small talk with THE Jason Sudeikis. Davin saw her standing there gawking, then said, “Ah, there they are. Mr. Sudeikis, allow me to introduce our Christian and Satine, Aaron Tveit and Y/N L/N,” which made Y/N jump slightly when Aaron materialized next to her and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” while going over to shake Jason’s hand.

Jason took it and said, “Yeah, great to meet you too. You did a heck of a job out there. Best show I’ve seen in a while,” which made Aaron bow his head appreciatively before he looked over his shoulder and said, “Sparkles, get over here,” so Jason followed his gaze to where Y/N was standing with a nervous look on her face. He smiled reassuringly at her, so she steeled herself and said, “Hi. Big fan. I loved you in Tumbledown. And 30 Rock,” while walking over to shake his hand. He chuckled and said, “Now those are ones I don’t hear very often,” so Y/N smiled shyly and said, “What can I say, I like the deep cuts,” while playing with the skirt of her costume.

Aaron said, “You should have seen her when she found out you came to see the show. I thought she was gonna explode, she was so excited,” which made Y/N elbow him in the ribs and turn redder than the velvet dress she wore earlier in the show. Jason smiled and said, “Well, I’m flattered. And might I say you give Nicole Kidman a run for her money, Miss L/N. I could listen to you sing all night long,” before shooting a wink at her, which made her eyes widen before she giggled nervously and said, “Oh, I don’t know about that,” which made Aaron scoff and say, “Sparkles, come on, we’ve been over this. You’re crazy talented! Own that shit!”, while wrapping an arm around her shoulder and jiggling her playfully.

Jason felt the spike of jealousy surge through him again, but Y/N just shot Aaron an exasperated look and said, “I’m not above kicking your ass, Pretty Boy,” which made Jason chuckle slightly and Aaron raise his hands in mock surrender. Jason said, “Alrighty, well, it was great to meet you both. Before I get out of your hair, would you mind signing my playbill?”, and pulled a pen out of his pocket, so Aaron said, “Absolutely! But you have to sign the stair wall before you go. Theatre tradition,” before accepting the pen and playbill from Jason and using the nearby wall as a makeshift clipboard.

He passed them to Y/N once he was done, and she had no idea what possessed her to do this, but after she’d signed her name, she wrote her phone number underneath it and drew a heart next to it for good measure (she refused to acknowledge Aaron’s suggestive eyebrow wiggles). She handed the pen and the playbill back to Jason, said, “Thank you again for coming to see the show. I gotta get out of this getup, so bye!”, then waved quickly and scampered back to her dressing room. Aaron shook his head affectionately, then turned to Jason and said, “You didn’t hear this from me, but you’re her celebrity crush, and we couldn’t let you leave without giving her a chance to meet you. Thanks for making her day, man,” before playfully saluting with a wink and walking back to his dressing room.

Jason was speechless, but he still accepted the Sharpie Davin handed to him and signed the wall with the date. He exited the theater after thanking the production crew for the chance to meet Aaron and Y/N, and as he walked down the block, he opened his playbill to where their autographs were and stopped dead in his tracks, because while Aaron had simply signed his name, Y/N had written a series of numbers that could only have been her phone number beneath hers with a heart drawn beside them. He physically turned to look back at the theater, and he said under his breath, “That was bold. I like it,” before resuming his walk.

Meanwhile, Y/N was removing her makeup while Amber basically interrogated her about her interaction with Jason. Amber said, “Was he nice? Did he like the show? What did he think of you?”, so Y/N said, “Amber, for the love of god, breathe. Yes, he was very nice. He said it was the best show he’s seen in a while, so I think he liked it. And he said I give Nicole Kidman a run for her money,” which made Amber let out a crow before she said, “Oh my god, he was flirting with you!”, making Y/N’s cheeks flush bright red again.

She exclaimed, “He was just being nice!”, then Aaron’s voice said, “No, he was definitely flirting with you, Sparkles,” which made both women turn to see him leaning against the doorway of the dressing room in his street clothes. Y/N scoffed and said, “And what makes you say that?”, so he raised his eyebrows incredulously before saying, “For one, he complimented your voice and compared you to Nicole Goddamn Kidman when all he told me was that I did a heck of a job. For two, he winked at you like three times and only looked at me when I talked directly to him. And for three, he went stiffer than a board when I put my arm around your shoulders then instantly relaxed when you told me to shove it. He was super into you,” which made Y/N have to pause and think about it.

Aaron made a “you see what I mean?”-type face, then tapped the doorframe two times and turned to leave, but not before he said, “And in case you forgot, you’re the one who gave him your number without being asked,” which made Y/N shoot a death glare at his back and Amber let out a squeal before she exclaimed, “WHEN DID YOU GIVE HIM YOUR NUMBER?!?!”, with an incredulous grin on her face. Y/N said, “He asked us to sign his playbill, and when I was signing my name my pen slipped and I wrote my number underneath it,” making Amber let out a shocked laugh, then Aaron called from the hall, “And she drew a heart!”, which made Amber let out an even louder shocked laugh before Y/N yelled, “SHUT IT, TVEIT!”, and went redder than a tomato.

Her phone lit up with a text from an unknown number, and she opened it to see the words, “Do you give all of the celebrity audience members your number?”, which made her eyes practically bug out of her head as she let out a tiny, “Holy shit,” before wordlessly holding her phone out to Amber so she could see the message. Her jaw dropped, and she whisper-yelled, “Is that him?!”, so Y/N whisper-yelled back, “Who else would it be, Michelangelo?!”, before she texted back, “Only the ridiculously good-looking ones,” and chucked her phone into her bag before she could regret it.

Amber said, “You are BOLD, Girl!”, which made Y/N say, “Hey, you can’t say I didn’t shoot my shot,” while grabbing her coat, then she said, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” before grabbing her bag and walking out the door. As Y/N walked back to her apartment, her phone buzzed with another text message from Jason that said, “Well, now you’re just fluffing my ego,” which made her giggle and respond, “It’s not ego fluffing if it’s true,” with a wink emoji before adjusting her bag on her shoulder and continuing her walk.

The next day, Y/N arrived at the theater at the normal call because she was back to being a can-can girl, and while she was doing her makeup, Karen poked her head in the door and said, “Hey, I heard it went really well last night. Congratulations!”, with a big smile on her face. Y/N turned around in her chair and said, “Yeah, thanks! Turns out I was super nervous for no reason at all. Looks like you’re feeling a lot better today,” so Karen said, “Yeah, I am. It must have just been something I ate, because I felt right as rain by the time I got Aaron’s intermission check-in text. He said that Jason Sudeikis came to see the show last night. Did you get to meet him?”, with a knowing smile on her face.

Y/N turned pink, then said, “Yeah. And I gave him my phone number because I’m an idiot, but he ended up texting me, so it worked out,” before going back to doing her makeup. Karen said, “Oh yay! If he plans on coming to see the show again, let me know and I’ll make sure I’m sick again for you,” then scurried off, and it took Y/N about 20 seconds to process what she said before she whipped around and yelled, “DID YOU FAKE BEING SICK SO MY CELEBRITY CRUSH WOULD SEE ME AS SATINE?!?!”, but Karen was already gone.

Y/N let out a groan, then Amber came strolling through the door while saying, “Heyyy, Glitter Girl!”, a little too casually, so Y/N said, “Amber, I’m only gonna ask this once. Did you know Jason was gonna be at the show ahead of time, and did Karen fake being sick so I’d be the one going on for her?”, which made Amber freeze before shooting her a guilty smile and saying, “Kind of?”, earning an incredulous glare and a, “What do you mean, ‘kind of’?!?!”, from Y/N.

Amber let out a sigh and said, “I overheard the box office people talking on Wednesday, and one of them said ‘Sudeikis’ followed by ‘tomorrow’, so I put two and two together. But Karen was genuinely not feeling well after the show on Wednesday, so I told her about what I overheard. She said that she was planning on calling off, and when I mentioned that Jason may or may not be your celebrity crush, she said she’d do her best to make sure you were the one going on for her and not me, and Aaron said he’d do the same thing. Please don’t be mad!”, before steepling her hands in a pleading gesture.

Y/N let out a long sigh, then said, “I’m not mad. I’m just a bit peeved that you guys went behind my back like that,” which made Amber let out a huge sigh of relief before borderline tackling Y/N in a hug. Her phone buzzed on the table, so she picked it up to see a text from Jason that said, “Break a leg tonight, Twinkle Toes!”, and she must have blushed, because Amber nudged her and said, “You can’t be too mad at me because now your celebrity crush is crushing on you too,” earning a playful swat on the arm from Y/N before she said, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get ready, Dollar Store Cupid,” and shooed her away.

Y/N thought for a second, then opened her camera app and took a selfie of her making a silly face in just a wig cap, her stage makeup, and a ratty “I ❤️ NY” tank top to send to Jason with the words “Thanks, Cowboy!” accompanying it. She finished getting into her costume, then right as the five minutes to places announcement went out, Jason texted her back saying, “Yep, that’s your contact photo now. Here’s an equally silly picture of me so you don’t feel left out,” with an attached picture of him with a pencil mustache and crossed eyes.

She giggled, then changed the boring “J” icon her phone automatically gave him to that picture and sent back, “Excellent. About to take places, so I’ll talk to you at intermission,” and the last text she read before she stuck her phone in her bag was a thumbs up and the cowboy emoji. What she didn’t know was that Jason was dangerously close to picking the heart emoji instead, but he figured he had all the time in the world to get to know her enough to finally be able to use that emoji whenever he wanted.

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calzone-d · 2 months

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hi guys! Here’s a lil blurb for ya. Love and miss you all. Less than two months to graduation!!

pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Reader

warnings: penetrative sex, reader is described as female, biting, creampie

a/n: hi guys! I’m (slowly) back. Graduation is in two months so you can expect to see looooots more of me after then. Just can’t get Jason off my mind lately. My inbox is also open! Send in requests, ideas, etc!

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You let out a low groan as you sunk down onto his cock. It was way after you’d put the kids to bed, but it happened quick enough that there wasn’t much buildup. By now, you’d gotten used to some warm up from Jason before sex.. a few fingers, his tongue, a toy.. whatever you were in the mood for.

Tonight, you had been riled up enough to just sit yourself on his cock. Jason wasn’t complaining. Hell, he was panting and letting out a choked groan himself.

“Ughh.. oh, honey..”

A soft whimper left your lips as you started to grind on him. Your clit rubbed against the coarse hair on his pubic bone and that combined with the head of his cock rubbing your g-spot had you speechless.

One of your hands gripped the headboard to use as leeway as you softly bounced on top of him.

“Shit, Y/n…”

Jason’s moans were hushed and muffled from him pressing wet kisses across your collarbones. You’d gotten used to things being hushed. From quickies in hidden closets at SNL to soft mornings where you didn’t want to wake the kids. His touch matched the softness as well, his hands skating across your back and down your hips. Not pushing you down, just reminding himself you’re there.

The two of you had gotten into a steady rhythm until the feeling of Jason’s lips around your nipple made you shoot your eyes open. A louder moan left your mouth as you looked down at him. He was gorgeous, unreal with his eyes rolled to the back of his head and hair a mess as he suckled and moaned around your nipple.

“Jase..” your voice trailed off into breathy pants. You leant back and brought a hand up to cup the bag of his head, fingers twisting through his salt and pepper strands and holding his face to your breast.

Jason’s teeth nipped at the sensitive bud before swapping over to the neglected one. The feeling had you bouncing faster, clenching harder around his cock and desperate to feel him throbbing inside of you. His moans were a constant vibration against your skin.

He pulled away only to take in a few deep breaths and praise the way you took his cock.

“Feel s’good hun.. that’s.. right there, hun..”

The desperation hidden under panting breaths was hard to hide. His lips were now smushed to your chest, eyebrows furrowed and fingernails digging into the skin of your hips while you each reached your peak.

Jason’s hands moved to grab a tight hold of your asscheeks for leverage as he pounded into you from below.

“Oh, honey.. I can’t- fuck.. m’gonna cum!”

All you could manage was a desperate “please, Jase” before he held you flush against. Every pulse of his cock inside you could be felt as he flooded your walls. It began flowing down and slowly pooled at the base of his length before he even considered pulling out of you.

Your breaths were heavy as you slumped against him, but he was there to catch you just as he always was. Jason’s gentle hands stroked over your back as he attempted to pull out of you.

“No! Just.. jus’ a little longer..” you pleaded. In the middle of the night with nothing to do, he settled back against your plush pillows and pulled the blanket over you both, still buried deep inside you.

“Jus’ need to feel me for a bit, angel?”

Your eyes grew heavy as you nodded against him. You easily relaxed against him, knowing he’d clean you up and get you settled when you were ready.

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kibades · 2 months

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i always wanted to do a Ted Lasso or Jason Sudeikis x reader but it's a series and it's like a romcom (I just saw Anyone but You) and the fact that there are no one shots OR series like mi idea it's driving me insane

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my-soupy-brain · 7 months

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LOVED the making out with jason blurb so much!!! the yearn is real, my friend. could i ask for more firsts with him? first fight, maybe? first time making up?

Absolutely! A little angst always leads to something spicy, right? I'm gonna see where this goes. So let's goooo!

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Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x reader

Warnings: Angst + smut

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Your time out with Jason was always fun. Dinner and drinks, private most of the time.

So when he asked you to some bigger events, you were more than happy to join him. He was thrilled to show you off, show his friends and family how happy he was he found you.

He'd gone through some heartbreak. He'd made some mistakes. He was trying to put himself back together, and then you came alone.

Like a lost puzzle piece.

He laughed easily with you -- loved your bright smile and electric personality. Your sense of humor matched perfectly with his. And he loved the ease and comfort you found meeting people in his inner circle.

The dress you had on was new, hugging you in the right places. A tall pair of fall boots, your hair wild and free but styled and sexy. You were a sight for sore eyes after all his back-and-forth travel lately.

Walking into the event with him was a dream. You smiled up at him, he smiled up at you.

When you walked to the bar to get your drinks, his eyes lingered. Sure, he was a celebrity, but he's still amazed you wanted him. His confidence had been shaken a little in the past few years, and he wants to hang onto you for dear life.

Chatting with a friend, he looked over at the bar where you were waiting for your drinks.

And that bartender was gazing at you a little too much.

You threw your head back and laughed at something he said.

He kept mixing your drinks, smiling at you.

Jason was trying like hell to listen to the person talking to him. But he couldn't look away.

When the bartender put the drinks in front of you, he expected you to swing around and head back to him. But you didn't. You leaned on the bar and the bartender laughed.

And then you laughed.

And Jason's heart felt like it was shattering. You finally nodded and waved, grabbing your drinks and smiling as you headed back to him.

But his eyes left yours, and he went back to his conversation.

"Hey, babe, here's your drink," you offer, Jason taking it without saying much more than a mumbled, "Thanks."

His friend left the conversation and made their way around the room and you saw him take a hard sip.

"Hey, Jas, you OK?" you asked, touching his arm, which he shook off.

Uh-oh. What was going on?

"Fine," he said, taking another drink, not making eye contact.

"What's... what's going..."

Before you could finish, the bartender was in front of you.

"Another drink, sir?" he asked Jason, flashing a grin at you.

"Not from you, pal," Jason said, clenching and twisting his jaw as he answered.

"Jason...what..."

"I'm sorry, sir. Can I help you with something?"

Jason takes the last swig of his drink and sets it on the bartender's tray.

"No. You can help me by staying away from my girlfriend."

The bartender's eyes go wide, and he mumbles a sorry and takes the tray and empty drink back to the bar.

"Jason, what has gotten into you?" you ask, your eyes wide in shock. You've never seen him treat a server this way. Ever.

"Me? What about you? What the hell was that?" he asks, his voice lower now. "Flirting with the bartender? C'mon."

Your mouth drops open, and you cross your arms.

"Flirting. With. The. Bartender. Okay, I can't begin to tell you how wrong you are..."

Jason chuckles rudely. "You might think I'm wrong but I'm sure as hell not blind."

You're trying to keep your cool. You're partly hurt, partly mad, partly in shock...

"Jason, my God. I was not flirting. That guy knows someone I went to college with, and we were just..."

"You were just fielding your options. I get it."

"Sweetheart, no. No! God, no. First off, he's like 10 years younger than me. So no thank you. A BIG no thank you to that. But most importantly, I'm madly in love with you."

Jason's eyes dart back to yours.

You'd been together a little while, but the L word hadn't been uttered yet.

You nod and your eyes connect with his.

"You heard me."

He doesn't know what to say. He hasn't heard that word in...

"Love? You're in love with me?"

You smile and chuckle, cupping his cheek in your hand.

"You forgot a word there, Jas. Madly. I'm madly in love with you."

Jason blushes and pulls you to his chest, tilting your head up to look at him. "Madly."

You nod. "Madly. So are you done being mad?"

He chuckles and kisses your lips gently. "I'm done being mad, but not done being madly in love with you, too."

The bartender makes his way around the room again and tries to flash you a smile, which you ignore. Jason stars at him with daggers in his eyes.

"He was flirting with you though," Jason whispers in your ear. "And he's still trying."

"Barkin' up the wrong tree, that one," you joke, kissing his lips again. He laughs at that. He ropes his arms around you and holds you tight, leaning into your ear.

"You wanna get outta here?" he asks with a husky voice.

"Why? Don't you wanna stick around and hang with your friends?"

He shrugs a shoulder.

"I'd rather take you home."

You smirk and bite your lip, leaning into his ear.

"I'm game. I wanna show you how madly in love with you I am."

He grabs your hand and heads for the door, texting his friends on the way out that he needs to get home.

In the back of the town car, your lips don't separate, drinking each other in. His hands down your chest, under your dress, over your thighs. He tugs you over his lap and you squeak in surprise.

"Mine," he murmurs against your neck. "Mine."

Your body burns with desire, your hungry hands running through his hair, down his short beard, down his broad chest...

Luckily the town car pulls up outside his place and he rushes you out the door before you get in trouble for indecency. Once the door to his apartment closes, he's got you against the other side, a thigh hitched to his side.

"Mine," he repeats again, his lips and teeth working across the soft skin of your neck.

"Yours," you murmur in reply, breath coming in short. "Yours."

He takes you to the bedroom, and unzips your dress, sitting you on the bed to take off your boots. He kisses up your calves to your thighs, and then crawls over you on the bed. You love being caged by him like this.

Once he's over you, you coax him to his back, working his shirt off, and kissing and nipping down his chest, across his nipples, down his belly, your hands trailing after you.

"Mine," you whisper to his skin, and he watches you from above with wide eyes.

You kiss your way back up, hovering over his face, his lips hungry for your kiss.

"I would be some kind of fucking fool," you start, kissing his collarbone, his neck, "to want anyone but you."

Your hands work down his body, something he's self-conscious about even on his best days.

"You drive me absolutely wild with lust," you whisper, leading back to his lips. His big, warm hands are on your back, down the curve of your waist and hips. "And I'm so goddamn madly in love with you I physically ache."

He closes his eyes and savors your words. Your fingers drag down his body again.

"Fucking perfect," you say, your eyes starry with adoration. "These big hands that hold me, the way your forearms flex when you roll up your sleeves. This strong, broad chest, and this warm, masculine body... and this chest hair that makes me want to scream..."

He just watches you worship him. This is new to him. This praise. This adoration.

Your fingers work open the buckle of his belt, his cock hard behind his pants. When you unbutton and lower the zip, you slip your hand inside. His hips twitch as you touch him.

"Fuuuuuuck," he breathes out, watching you pull his jeans down, which he raises his hips to help you do.

You nibble his hips, his thighs. He's alert and standing at attention when you finally wrap your lips around him and he moves a hand into your hair as he watches you.

As you move against him, he whispers, "Mine," again. And it makes your core throb. When you pop off him with a wet sound, you look up at him. "Mine."

"Yours," he answers.

You crawl back up and he rolls you to your back, holding you, kissing you, your bodies tangled in the sheets together, his lips on your neck. When your bodies connect you both moan and smile, returning your lips together.

"Baby..." he breathes against your neck. "God, baby...you're it for me..."

You run your fingers through his hair and down his shoulders, your body reaching the edge of pleasure with each thrust. Sweet whispers and moans and noises of love fill the room.

When your body clenches around his, your head thrown back in pleasure, he smiles as he brings his lips to your neck, following behind you with a heavy moan and stuttering hips.

You let him lay in your arms, against your chest, your breath catching between you.

"Do you believe me?" he asks quietly. And you tilt your head to look at him.

"You're it for me."

You smile and kiss the top of his head.

"And you're it for me. Remember -- madly in love. Madly."

He hugs you closer, kissing your collarbone, neck, and then your lips.

"I just hated the idea of anyone looking at you the way I do, I guess," he murmurs. "I don't want to lose you."

Your fingers play with his hair and it makes him hum and relax.

"You won't lose me," you answer quietly. "I don't wanna lose you, you don't wanna lose me. There ain't a thing to lose. We're it, babe."

He looks at you and delivers a gentle kiss, rolling to his side and pulling you into his embrace. "Good, because you belong here. In my arms. And I belong here. With you in my arms."

"Damn right, babe."

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carmylasso · 1 year

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out of the woods (jason sudeikis x reader)

summary: after your boss sets you up on a date with your longest celebrity crush, you were pretty sure that was as wild as your friday was gonna get...turns out you shouldn't be tempting fate.

warnings: anxious thoughts, smutty inclinations, olivia.

a/n: so....i wrote the nanny thing? this is mostly fluffy and a lot self indulgent. obviously the kids are mentioned and will be making appearances in later parts, so if you feel uncomfortable with that, skip this one.

hope you like it! (you can totally curse me for that ending. i know)

tagging some friends without who this would never see the light of the day @calzone-d @thisismysecondrodeo @tedssweaters

statistically speaking, you shouldn't be nervous: it's not like that's the first time you step into the house – by now you could probably say where everything is stored in that kitchen, or slid a joke over the fact that he's obviously organized the living room a bit before you came over tonight – or as if the man at the stove is a stranger by any means.

however, statistically speaking, the chances of you being here tonight, just you and jason, in a date, were never that great to begin with, so...

no, scratch that. up to 6 months ago, there was simply no starting scenario that ended up here, even if alexi never missed a chance to tease you about him whenever the man was brought up. one downside of being friends your boss, you figure. as the years passed, you gave up "hiding" your stupid, incurable celebrity crush on jason sudeikis, even around her and seth. it was harmless, after all. made your face warm with embarrassment when you overheard plans that included him being made? without a fault, but it usually granted you a night off if the man was coming to the house.

til they sat you down one morning to ask if you'd be interested in meeting his kids, seth's eyes gleaming with mischief as he held his hands together in a plea for you to not forget you loved their boys, who would miss you terribly if you sacked them for a hot, newly single comedian.

the three of you were laughing when you told him to kindly fuck the hell off.

except now jason's here, close enough to touch. he's here, and this feels like a whole lot more than flirty jokes late at night, more than stolen glances after a big award ceremony, his hair a mess, clothes askew. certainly more than the almost kiss that got you here in the first place, the feeling of his hand on the side of your neck as he said if he was gonna kiss you he'd do it properly still burning your skin days later. this is real, it's deliberate.

so fuck statistics, you're a mess.

"i need to tell you something" the voice brings you back to the moment, watching as he sets down a plate full of gooey cookies right by the glass of wine he poured you earlier "i'm a fraude. i actually can't bake to save my life" his face is full of guilt as he drops down on the fluffy carpet, the fabric of his trousers raising goosebumps on the exposed skin of your thighs. "if you said you wanted dinner, that i could work with. dessert...brought out the worst in me, i'm afraid" you're trying not to laugh at the man's proneness to the dramatics when he breaks one of the warm sweets in half, practically moaning around the first bite "worth it. so fucking worth it, yn"

"what did you do? these look amazing" it's chocolate ones, big and melting, your favorite kind.

"asked otis to take a pic of the box last time you got 'em from your favorite place"

"really?"

"i'm a terrible father, i know. in my defense, i did try making a batch before i resorted to cheating with help from my child, i promise you"

"jason! you didn't need to do that. we could have gone for ice-cream or something, that'd be just fine" the thought of him trying and failing to make you your favorite food was all too endearing, sweet and amusing to the same degree.

"you're picturing it right now, aren't you? it wasn't pretty, yn. smoke detectors went off, yet the things were still raw on the inside? i mean, how?" his body turned to you, knees bumping while your eyes trailed the way his long fingers broke bits and pieces of chocolate to bring it to his mouth. "these on the other hand..." you felt caught by the grin spreading over the man's face, so you took a bite too.

"fuck me!" the words rang in your ears a second too late to be taken back. if this wasn't the only thing that made it better somedays– you foresaw a long trip to john's in the near future, always one to drown your sorrows in sweets rather than the often sour taste of alcohol – you'd be cursing the place with more fervor right now.

"see, i had a feeling ice-cream wasn't gonna get me that" you felt yourself warm up when the guy winked at you, voice dropping an octave.

"i hate you" from the way he was still staring, he didn't believe your words for a second: sometimes it was good being a terrible liar, after all. "i'll have you know that the right ice-cream could get you this"

"really? where can i find it? for future reference, i mean"

"you'll be the first to know when i have it locked in. jury's still out" you snook in a little taste from different shops every time you had his babies, but he didn't need the details. if anyone was aware of how hard some days could be, it was him. the media frenzy seemed to get worse every week, not that you were keeping track (you definitely were. it was hard not to, harder once you got to know them)

"i'll be waiting"

was it possible to go through the whole spectrum of emotions in just a few hours? it had always been a silly type of question for you. you felt everything so deeply that switching up was never that easy, but, with some comedy playing on the tv, the nerves cursing through you were far different from the ones earlier: now, sprawled out on his carpet, the knowledge that jase was pressed up close didn't freak you out, it made you relaxed, even if were painfully aware of every little touch, every accidental nudge when laughter made his body shake, head resting on a Frozen themed pillow. you were surrounded by the man: the heat from his body, his scent, the way he pulled you back every time you started to drift away a few inches

you were almost drowning in him, yet all it seemed to do was make matters worse. you should've guessed it: if not for anything else, for the way your stupid heart picked up it's pace whenever you managed to make him laugh over the time you'd known him, the way every weird little thing you learned by being around seemed important. it would never be enough, not when it came to this man, would it?

"i...think i should go" before you got sucked in any deeper.

"wha' happened?" he sat up when you did, back pressed to the couch, eyebrows scrunching together as his mind played back the last couple hours. what had he done wrong? "yn. hey, what's it? was it me? did i do something?"

"no! jason, no. it's fine. you were wonderful" this felt all too easy, was the thing. nothing happened, you hadn't even kissed yet, but here you were, all in your head, getting carried away to some point in the future where this was some sort of routine to your days. stupid. it might feel easy, but it wasn't. it wouldn't be, not out of your naive fantasies, anyway. your phone was on top of the centerpiece, your purse hanging from the coat hack down the hall. good.

"you're running off like the house's on fire, sweetheart. i can't be that good" his laugh was humorless, his eyes earnest as he moved slowly, intertwining your fingers. "i'm sorry"

that did it. the way he was so quick to apologize for something that he didn't even know what was broke you.

"is it okay if i kiss you?" it wasn't much more than a whisper, all the bravado you had melting away when he didn't look away, nodding his head.

"only if you want to" this whole exchange was just short of giving you both whiplash, yet it was better do something insane than it was to just leave. if you kissed him, you would have that. even when he inevitably decided not to see you again. you would know what it felt like. "do you?" it felt like deja vu but it wasn't, his fingers caressing your cheek, the hold steady but gentle, like he knew you needed that point of contact as you brought yourself closer.

he tasted sweet, warm, the kiss tentative, each drag of your mouths together making a shiver run down your spine. for a moment it didn't go any further, then his lips parted a bit and you pushed yourself more into his space, tongue darting out as strong hands rumpled the material of your dress while yours pulled at the hair on the back of his head

one second you were awkwardly kneeling on the floor, trying to breathe and kiss and commit every second of this to memory, the next he was pulling you into him. onto him. like he wanted this as much you did, the scruff from a couple days without shaving causing you to moan into his ear whenever jason drew back to let you breathe, his mouth never leaving you, just diving down to your neck, your collarbone, any patch of skin he could reach without having to let you go before he came back up for more.

"off!" you're sure there's an ebb to be made about all those freaking layers but the one word is all you manage as you pull on the green hoodie he chose for the night, grinning when its out of your way, his sly smile morphing into something darker as you grind yourself into the man's lap, just a bit, seeking friction. he's hard under you, tense, like's he's trying to figure out how far he can take this tonight, how far you want him to. "jas..." whatever was about to follow that whisper of his name gets cut off by the harsh sound of his doorbell.

"fuck's sake" it's a deep groan, head flexing back to look at the ceiling, nervous laugh bubbling in your throat when his hold goes stronger for a second "a fucker, whoever that is. can you please get that?"

"gotta let me up first, sir" seems like a conscious effort to ease his grip, your legs a bit wobbly when you stand up, trying to reorient yourself with arousal burning deep in your veins.

if your knees were unsteady as you walked to the door, he didn't need to know.

"is jason home?" that voice is a like a bucket of icy water over your head, eyes blinking fast at the porch light glow illuminating harsh green eyes raking through you.

olivia. olivia is here. shit.

"yeah, he's..." she pushes you out of the way then, carrying a sleeping daisy in her arms through the hall, otis holding onto the back of her coat til he spots you.

"YN!" his voice is loud and excited, body crashing into yours in a tight grasp "did you know we were coming home?"

if only it was that simple, little guy.

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imawkwardlysoc · 10 months

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the feels

Song- The Feels by Twice

Pairing- Ted Lasso x gn!reader

Warning(s)- None

Wordcount- 1,146

Summary- Ted has developed a love for K-pop and maybe the team's social media coordinator...

It’s notorious that Ted Lasso is a man of culture. From constant references from movies from the eighties to debating which Julie Andrews movie is the best. Hell, the man even referenced NSYNC’s hit song Bye Bye Bye to the team and even taught them the dance. Even though he’s a man of culture, there’s some things he doesn’t understand. Like TikTok for example and the trends it causes.

Y/N on the other hand, knows all of the trends. I mean they have to, they’re the social media coordinator for AFC Richmond. They have to be on all of the trends that are happening in the world. Running all of the social media accounts for the team, the TikTok account has been more successful when it comes to fan interaction. From the weekly q&as that the team members do to the dance trends that Y/N makes them do, it always went viral. The video will get over a million views with hundreds of thousands of likes and comments.

The Feels by TWICE blasted throughout their headphones as they danced to the music. They mouthed the words to the song as they tried to memorize the choreography so they could teach the team the dance. This was the plan for the next TikTok video.

“What are you doing?” Y/N let out a yelp as they saw Ted standing in their office.

“Learning the choreography for the next dance video,” Y/N blushed from embarrassment as they put their headphones away.

“Oh what’s the song? A little NSYNC? Backstreet Boys?” He questioned.

“No, k-pop,” they replied.

“K-pop,” the manager questioned.

“Yeah, k-pop,” Y/N nodded their heads. “Korean pop music basically.”

“Is it good?”

“Yeah, have a listen.”

Y/N gave Ted their headphones and Ted put them on. Y/N started to play the song and watched Ted’s reaction. A little giggle came out of Y/N’s mouth when they saw the little dances Ted was doing.

“It is a fun song.” Ted handed Y/N back their headphones.

“And the dance is fun.” Y/N put their headphones away. “Now, let's teach the boys this.”

Walking out of Y/N’s office, the two conversed with each other on how practice was and their weekends. There might’ve been some subtle flirting with each other as they walked the halls. Walking into the field, they saw Coach Beard and Roy standing in there while talking to each other.

“Hey fellas,” Ted greeted the two as they joined them.

“TikTok time?” Beard asked.

“Yep,” Ted and Y/N answered at the same time.

“Alright.” Beard nodded his head and he blew his whistle.

Ted called everyone over and told them what was going to happen. Ted soon gave Y/N the stage and they started to explain what the video was going to be. Some of the players were enjoying the idea while some others weren’t really vibing with it but they’re team players. After describing what the TikTok would be, the players made space while Y/N connected their phone to the speaker and started to teach them the dance without music first.

While Y/N were teaching them the dance, the coaches were enjoying what was happening. Especially Ted, he admired the enjoyment Y/N had on their faces. He also found it cute that when they laugh at the hiccups that would happen, their nose would scrunch up all cutely. Ever since Y/N was hired a few months ago, Ted still was finding the courage to ask them out despite the flirty banter.

“Alright,” Y/N clapped their hands together. “All of you are doing it alone without my help.”

Y/N joined the coaches and the song played throughout the speaker. The first try was kind of alright. I mean everyone got the steps down but they needed to be in sync with the beat. The second try everyone was in beat but Y/N had to slow down the song. Putting the song back to its regular tempo, the team got a hang of it. Doing a few more tries, Y/N set up the camera and started recording.

The coaches, mostly Roy, were trying not to laugh as they watched the team. Laughing from enjoyment just to clarify. Well, Roy was laughing at Jamie most of the time. Ted and Y/N were dancing along to the music a little but most were focused on the team.

“Alright, it is done!” Y/N announced after the last take.

The team cheered and Y/N thanked them before heading back to their office. Before leaving the pitch, Ted and Y/N shared a smile which everyone seemed to notice.

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With the sun setting, Y/N looked out of their window to see the pitch empty and looked back at their laptop screen. They already finished editing the video they recorded earlier and some other ones. They premade some Instagram posts to post later and double checked if they needed to do anything else. Seeing that they didn’t need to, they packed up their things before leaving their office.

Walking through the hallways, they said goodbye to Rebecca and Higgins before heading down to the locker room where the last of the team members were leaving. They said their goodbyes as they passed Y/N and Y/N entered the empty locker room to see Ted still there. Leaning against the doorway, Y/N chuckled at the sight of Ted with his headphones on and dancing to the music that’s blasting through his headphones. Y/N soon noticed the dance he was doing and let out a real laugh. Ted spun around and jumped at the sight of Y/N standing there.

“You’re a fan of k-pop now?” Y/N questioned.

“It’s pretty catchy,” Ted answered. “Especially the song that you showed me. I mean you have stolen my heart.”

“Really?” Y/N raised their eyebrow and walked up to Ted.

“Yeah,” Ted blushed. “I was wondering if you would want to go on?”

“On a date?” Y/N completed his thought.

“Yeah, do you wanna go on a date?” Ted asked.

“Sure,” Y/N smiled. “Just give me the time and place. Have a nice evening Ted.”

“Have a nice evening Y/N,” Ted replied back.

Giving Ted a kiss on the cheek, Y/N left the room and headed out of the building. Placing on their headphones, they played the most recent song they were listening to and it was The Feels. Y/N chuckled to themselves and started their trek back to their flat. Hearing the ding from their phone, Y/N looked down to see a message from Ted.

Teddy Lasso

Tomorrow 7 Pm

Dress up nice

With a smile forming on their face, they sent Ted a cheeky reply and continued their walk back home.

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daydreamgoddess14 · 10 months

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Landslide pt. 2

MASTERLIST here

Chapter 1 here

Summary: Jason approaches a singer/songwriter about a request for Ted Lasso Season 3.

Jason Sudeikis/Reader Insert (OFC, no use of y,n/l,n)

Rating: General for now... we'll see how it goes 🤭

Disclaimer: I absolutely own none of these songs, I also don’t want to diminish Sam Ryder’s contribution in creating Fought and Lost. This is all completely fictional. I also know nothing about the music industry so this is drowning in artistic license!

Playlist Link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1crFZfdqL1fspNXb80u5sK?si=e90f5f8f357b4647

It leans very Swift heavy but also has songs that I feel fit the main character and her style. I've never created a playlist for a fic before but it seemed appropriate given the main character's profession.

Songs used in Chapter 2:

Lover of the Light - Mumford and Sons (https://open.spotify.com/track/2rjOBgZ6vmRhzf4AbQbbvZ?si=3cdfe7ca63294533)

I Will Wait - Mumford and Sons (cover by Matt Johnson & Amber Leigh Irish: https://open.spotify.com/track/6pZ37H5lrW2v26D9Sbx6Yo?si=0fb2b5b84b0a4c92)

Chapter 2

The blue carpet was packed full of people, you weren't entirely sure where you needed to go but followed the other guests towards the doors of the auditorium, it was one of those situations where your fame came in useful, crowds parted and support staff were always happy to make sure you were going in the right direction.

"Why do you always look like a deer in the headlights at these things? You need a better poker face." A voice chastised behind you. You whipped round to see Marcus and Carey. Insanely grateful for familiar faces you hugged them both happily, over the moon to see them.

"I fucking hate these things. I always feel like an imposter."

"You sold out an arena tour in a day, what the hell are you on about?!" Carey laughed. You shrugged,

"It could all come crashing down, you never know!"

"Alright doom and gloom, here the kids wanted you to see this." Marcus handed you his phone so you could see the picture of their kids dressed up as Spiderman and Thor, wielding a ukulele and a keytar.

"Ohhhh!" You shriek, bubbling with laughter. "They are the cutest! Clearly they take after Carey." Between the two of you, Marcus paused to wave further up the carpet, your laughter had caught the attention of some photographers. You looked over to see who he was greeting and locked eyes with the man of the hour, Jason. You managed to raise a shy smile which he returned. It felt like an eternity but was probably only about 5 seconds before you were back talking to Carey as if nothing had happened. Something had definitely happened though, your skin felt tingly, you could feel the blood in your veins heating up, and your legs felt like jelly. It was like meeting at the studio again except instead of poor Tom being the gooseberry, half of Los Angeles were.

"We're doing a little set tonight." Marcus explained.

"Oh nice, I haven't heard you guys for ages." You brought yourself back down to earth.

"You could," he cooked his head with a wink, "y'know… join us?"

"No way, I'm not remotely prepared, I haven't sang live for weeks. I don't even remember half the words to your stuff!"

"Thanks mate."

"You know what I mean, It's too much pressure."

"As opposed to every other time you perform. Go onnn! It'll be fun!"

"For who?!" You try to counter, but he's winning you over. It really had been quite a few weeks since you'd last performed to an audience and you were feeling the pull. There was also that intoxicating way Jason had looked at you - the urge to do something unexpected and surprise him was pretty strong. "OK, say I said yes, who would we be pissing off - apart from my entire management team?"

"Nah, no one. No one even needs to know, we'll just tell the floor manager to get an extra mic set up and everyone else will be none the wiser. It'll be a good surprise for Tom and Jason to hear you properly live with a band." Yeah… you couldn't argue with that.

"OK, OK, let's do it." He whooped and the three of you started moving a little quicker to the doors. You passed by a handful of the cast still having photos taken, a couple of them recognised you and a buzz went up from the photography area. You hesitated before stopping for some pictures, it was a premiere after all and you had dressed up for it in a dress which was the visual representation of exuding confidence. Confidence which you were absolutely winging at the moment in an ultimate ‘fake it til you make it’ strategy.

"How come you're here tonight?" One of the photographers shouted, “What do you think of your ex’s new girl?”

"Just a fan of the show." You smiled and posed, ignoring the second question. Once inside, Carey waved you off with a grin while you went backstage with Marcus.

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"So we're doing the theme song - you don't have to do that - then in between the two episodes we're doing 2 or 3 songs while everyone has a break, then I think we'll do one after the screening as well. Happy with that?" You nod, "I'll come back to watch the first episode so you come back with me just before that ends. I'll go out as planned, introduce you and you can join us. Bit of backing, bit of melody. It doesn't matter if you really have forgotten all the words." You thank him gratefully. Back with Carey, you cheer for Marcus as he performs the theme song. At the other end of the same row, you can't help but steal a glance at Jason. He looked across to you just as your attention was drawn back to the stage. You managed to sneak out just before the end of the episode to wait for Marcus to introduce you. As expected, with only a few people knowing that you were there and no one at all expecting you to join the band on stage, the screening audience went crazy when you were introduced.

"Hey everyone, thanks for letting me crash the party. Hope you're playing something I remember, Marmar." You tease lightly. He puts a hand to his heart,

"Some of you may have seen us in the early 2010s on tour with my good friend here. You might remember that she used to join us for a banging version of Lover of the Light?" He looked to you for confirmation that you remembered enough to get by, and then you brought the fucking house down. With the first couple of songs under your belt, you were much more relaxed watching the second episode. It had been such a rush performing live on a total whim, it had been years since you'd done something so reckless and unpredictable regarding your music. Your phone was already blowing up in your bag with Twitter notifications - your management team would have a field day again, you still weren't exactly in the good books. Marcus had saved your favourite of his songs for last - I Will Wait. Similarly to Lover of the Light, the pair of you used to do a storming version together many, many years ago and you loved it so much that you'd recorded an acoustic version for one of your albums and you had been known to wheel it out during live shows as well. It wasn't until you were back up on the stage though that Marcus pretty much reduced his own role to backing singer and had gently nudged you to front the band. It was a damn good job you'd known them all for the better part of 15 years. Your unrehearsed, pared down version was a winner. You kept your eyes in the general direction of Carey and didn't let them stray to the opposite end of the row until the very end when you couldn't resist stealing a look at Jason any longer. He looked happy - fortunately - really happy, and you could feel your stomach tighten at the vaguely familiar notion of genuine attraction to someone. With the impromptu mini gig over, you had a quick 5 minutes with the band before heading off with the intention of finding a bar and a very alcoholic drink prior to catching up with Jason and Tom. Dutch courage was very much on the agenda. You ordered a whiskey and watched from the bar as the cast and creative team started making their way in, stopping every few seconds to be welcomed and congratulated by guests, media and family. You'd gotten talking to a couple of the writers who'd recognised you.

"I was at your last gig in New York, it was so much fun!"

"I love shows in New York," You grinned, "I get to sleep in my own bed for a change!"

"Ugh hotel beds are a menace. I either sleep like the dead or not at all."

"Tell me about it, buses are the worst though - be so glad you don't have to sleep on a bus! I did a week of shows in the UK last year and we were so tight on time that I'd finish a gig, go to sleep on the bus and wake up in a new city. I don't even think we bothered with hotel rooms, just drove through the night." You grimaced. Your back still hadn't forgiven you for that, and your tour manager was under strict instructions to avoid that debacle for future shows.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, congrats guys!" Jason reached in to say hello to his writing team first.

"You too boss! Have you guys met?" They gestured to you, "I had no idea Marcus was going to bring her, did you?"

"I did know. Thanks for coming." Jason finally turned to you with a smile that made you forget your own name.

"Thanks for the invite. And sorry for the surprise set. It was Marcus's idea." You looked up while the writers filtered away to see other people, leaving the two of you alone. You took a long drink, buying you time to compose yourself because holy shit he looked so good. You wondered if it would be better to hold the meeting at separate ends of the room and communicate via smoke signals to save your blushes.

"Oh no, I loved it! Instant validation for the request I sent to Tom and Marcus, as if hearing you in the studio wasn't enough. You sounded amazing." You wave the compliment away,

"I'm way under rehearsed, I'm still under strict instructions to lay low for a while so I haven't been in front of a big audience for ages."

"It didn't show, really, you were great. Better than Marcus."

"Stop, he'll never forgive me!" You nudged him, laughing.

"Can we sit?" You nod and his hand brushes the small of your back, guiding you to a booth. It’s warm through the thin fabric of your dress and you could curse when your treacherous body shivers in response.

"Congrats on tonight, it looks like it's been a huge success."

"Ahh we'll see, it's a long way to go till the end of May. How's your week been?"

"Pretty good thanks, a few meetings. Plenty of writing."

"Anything you'd like to share?" He asked curiously.

"Not just yet,” you tease lightly, “give it another day or so and maybe. Also it might be wildly different to what Tom's expecting so I don't want to get in trouble."

“You don’t strike me as a troublemaker.”

“I’m on my best behaviour. Unfortunately. One more bad headline and-” you draw your finger across your throat.

“No way? Those headlines are not your fault - you defended yourself.”

“Hmm but there are a lot of people out there who don’t believe that I’m defending myself. They believe that I’m the problem.” He looks at your hand resting on the table near his and you think he’s about to take it, but he moves his own away at the last second. “So… troublemaker, that’s me.” You smile ruefully.

“Well I think I’ll reserve judgment.” He does move his hand then, but not to take yours, instead it goes around you to rest on your hip furthest from him, the action sliding you across the seat a few inches closer to him. He holds your gaze, an unspoken request for permission/forgiveness. You can’t help but feel a little unsure, automatically defensive. You’d spent three years being belittled, gaslit, shamed and manipulated in every aspect of your personal life, and now you were trying to recover from that whilst simultaneously trying to prove that those things were really happening to you and that you’re not a cold, calculating and manipulative bitch. You had no idea who you could really trust, who was supporting you or who was in the pocket of your ex. It was draining trying to mentally vet every reaction, conversation and person before letting your guard down. Something in his warm eyes lets you think you can trust him though, so you lean into that and into his hand just a little. Your eyes flash down to his mouth and back again and you hope you were quick enough that he didn't notice because you hadn't meant to do it. Well, not exactly. Your time alone is cut short though when Tom comes over with more drinks.

"So that was unexpected." He said, handing you a glass. "Brilliant, but unexpected." Jason moves his hand from behind you to take his drink from Tom.

"Told you."

"Hush, you. Thank you, Tom. I caved to peer pressure. Marcus bullied me into it."

"I should get him a drink then." You unlock your phone and slide it across the table, the notes app open. As it passes him, Jason tries to sneak a look but Tom grabs up the phone and reads. "Keep going, you're nearly there." He advises firmly. "Though I want to hear it, I'm in meetings all day tomorrow but record a quick voice note, give me an idea of pace and melody and I’ll think on it."

"Can you send it to me too?" Jason asked.

"Nope." You reply with a smirk, for a moment he looks confused. "I don't have your number. But also, I’m not about to send you a half arsed voice note just yet." You shrug. He's about to reply when a few people start milling around looking like they need him. He excuses himself and you and Tom compare some notes on the start you’ve made to the song. He next finds you back at the same table catching up with Carey.

“-I’m just saying I would pay good money to see you recreate that Tom Holland Lip Sync Battle rain dance!” Carey giggled.

“Oh god, I’d fall over and break something! Besides, I’m not built for dancing - especially not dirty rain dancing!” You reply gleefully, the giggles getting the better of you both.

“Who’s doing dirty rain dancing?” Jason grins, handing both of you a drink, “Saw you both from the bar.”

“Ahh I’ll never convince her. Maybe Marcus will do it instead.” She takes a sip of her drink, “I’m going to be so hungover on the school run tomorrow.”

“Same.” he agrees.

“I’ll come with you, I want to see the kiddos and I’ll bring the biggest coffees I can find.”

“Thanks, love. If I’m already going to be hungover I might as well finish this drink as well! Thanks Jason, and congratulations!” As the party slows and people drift off, including Tom, you talk Carey into staying for another drink, not quite willing to leave Jason’s company just yet. He’s been sitting next to you again, not so close that it would make Carey uncomfortable or would seem rude. Close enough that when he talks with his hands they brush against your arm or hand. When they’re finally still and he puts them on the seat between you both, his fingertips can catch against yours or (very bravely) ghost over the hem of your dress. Meanwhile, you’re trying to look casual, trying to act unruffled but there’s a marching band inside your body banging your heart like a bloody big drum and it might as well be bursting out of your chest like a cartoon. When Carey gets up to track down Marcus so you can share an Uber with them, he turns on the seat to face you.

“Can I give you my number?” He asks, watching your eyes widen in surprise. “For the voice note you're going to send me,” he teases.

“I’m not sending you the bloody song over WhatsApp. Tom can show you whatever he chooses, but you’ll get nothing from me until I say so.”

“Nothing at all huh?” He moves closer on the seat. You smile shyly,

“I’d strongly advise against whatever it is you think you’d like to do right now.”

“There’s a lot that I’d like to do, you might need to be more specific?” You shake your head in exasperation.

“My life is a fucking mess.”

“So is mine.”

“So you wouldn’t want to make it worse.”

“I really think I might actually want to. Might make it better.”

“The paps are-”

“Intense, rude, intrusive?”

“My ex-”

“Is a dick.”

“Can we be serious for one minute? One minute. I don’t want you to drag you into this shitshow, my name is mud everywhere at the moment - I might as well be public enemy number one. No matter how… brief this might end up being, it’s still not fair on you, or your family, that you get associated with it all.”

“I don’t need to be, we don’t have to broadcast it.”

“I’m pretty sure they know my diary better than I do.” You counter, then pause, taking in the hat, the custom made tracksuit, the dimples. “But… I can avoid them most of the time. I try to… protect myself.”

“We could try that? Because I’d really like to kiss you before Carey gets back and you have to leave.” You can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth at that. The hint of a smile is enough for him to lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips making you hum happily. “Wanna come to a basketball game?”

“And sit about 10 seats away from you pretending I’m not checking you out?”

“Amazing coincidence, that’s exactly what I’d be doing too.”

“I’d love to. Especially the checking you out part.” You grin. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Marcus and Carey coming back for you. “Looks like my time is up.” He slips his phone out of his pocket and opens the screen before handing it to you to add your number.

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Over the next couple of days, the tabloids seemed to wake up to your arrival in L.A, though they did at least leave you alone and keep their distance. A handful of pictures cropped up on Twitter and Instagram - you holding hands with one of Marcus and Carey’s kids, giving them a piggyback after school, some of you from the Ted Lasso premiere and one of you collecting takeout the evening after the premiere. You knew there would be photographers at the basketball game you were attending so you’d planned to go with an old friend. Despite Jason being the one to ask you to go, you knew that you’d be unlikely to even be able to say more than hello to him with so many eyes around. You sat one row back from the courtside and about 10-15 seats further along the row than Jason sat with his castmates and son. He’d sent you a message before you’d even pulled up at your apartment after the premiere, you’d replied of course and the message pingpong had been pretty regular in the run up to the game. He’d seen you arrive, he’d been loitering at the edge of the court talking while the seats began to fill up. You’d smiled and held your beer up in greeting.

You look great, I’m glad you came

Thanks, you too. This doesn’t count as a first date though.

That’s fair, I’ve got to get O home after this, but we could hang out later in the week?

Sounds good, enjoy the game

After the game, someone had pushed a ball into his hands while people were milling around the court. He’d been laughing and joking with Toheeb and Kola and you’d been perfectly happy just watching him have a good time. He took his cap off and turned it around on his head so he could better line up his shot. You had been halfway through a conversation but god fucking damn your jaw near hit the floor when he bounced a little and the ball had travelled near half the length of the court and straight into the basket. Someone had been filming it and Kola had excitedly told him to tell the camera that it had been one take. By this point, you’d long given up on talking with your friend and she watched in amusement while your words had trailed off. She followed your gaze to the scenes on the court.

“That’s emmm… that’s pretty hot.”

“I’m not usually a men doing sports type of person. In that it normally doesn’t affect me in any kind of way.”

“How you feeling now?”

“Pretty fucking affected. Jesus.” You reached for your phone while the image and the thoughts were still fresh in your mind - though there was no doubt that the visual would be there for a very long time to come.

That was insane. I truly hope you know how hot that was because I… I’m speechless.

With the rest of the court clearing out, you took your empty beer glasses and took one last look at Jason. He spotted you so you gave a quick glance around for potential photographers before very obviously fanning yourself with your hand. He laughed and winked.

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