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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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Somewhere Only We Know - ONE

Chapter Warnings: goodbye earl (pet death), spoilers for 2x01 kinda??, this is a bit rushed bc it’s exposition but we get into the fun stuff next chapter

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“Oh fucking hell.”

You hadn’t expected the first game of your new job to end like this but here you were creating Canva tribute posts for a deceased dog. Keeley directed you to make sure that you were focusing on solely sympathetic posts and honoring Earl. You had the press conference pulled up on one of your monitors to ensure you were catching what was being said along with the social media feeds.

And of course Ted Lasso did an excellent job honoring Earl. That man made your life easier.

A knock sounded on your office door and you raised your head to find Keeley peeking into your office. “You survived your first day! Better than Earl, I’d say.”

You choked back a laugh and motioned her to come in. “Christ, Keels, poor things not even buried yet.”

“Sorry, sorry. I just wanted to come see how you were getting on. Rebecca looked at the Insta with me and I have to say, your graphics are a hoot. Are you up for a task to do sometime this week?”

“Yeah, of course. It is my job, after all.”

She grinned. “Right, right. Well, Rebecca bought Barkingham Palace in honor of Earl and I would love it if you could go get some photos and videos with the dogs. They have some named after the players too! We have some little dog jerseys you can bring with you.”

“I can do that. Anything in particular you want to see?”

She bounced up onto her feet and shook her head. “Nope! Make it cute, make it fun. I know you’ll do a great job. You’re doing fabulous, babes.”

Raising your coffee mug in salute, you returned back to your work as she fled your tiny office in a wash of pink and glitter. Considering the tasks she could have given you, hanging out with a bunch of dogs wasn’t bad.

Three days later, you found yourself at Barkingham Palace with a golden retriever demanding pets and a staffie jumping up in an attempt to lick your face. You laughed in delight as dogs scrambled around you. You had successfully slid little Richmond jerseys over a few of the dogs heads and now a tiny Pomeranian was proudly sporting a Rojas jersey. A Border Collie wore a visor and whistle and you snapped a picture. You sent that one to Coach Lasso and received a GIF of a dog laughing in response.

Two Spaniels with McAdoo and Zoreaux jerseys made a great video with the way they tumbled over each other. One of the media guys you had recruited for help with capturing photos got a few shots of you being tackled by a Labrador wearing a Bumbercatch jersey.

The dogs were so cute that you even put your information down to volunteer in the future when you and Mikey, the photographer, packed up for the day. There was one little dachshund that kept following you around but there was no way you could get a dog, especially when your new job required you to travel frequently. Volunteering would help get in some well deserved snuggles.

By the time you got home, a few texts were waiting for you. Keeley asked for a few picture previews so you fired off some of the photos you had taken on your phone. One was from Higgins reminding you to swing by HR on Monday to finalize your travel waivers. Two were from unknown numbers who identified themselves as Sam Obisanya and Colin Hughes. They both sent friendly texts welcoming you to the team and you made a mental note to figure out what their favorite dessert was so you could make it for their birthdays. You sent a thank you text to both of them and sent them each a photo with a dog in their jersey.

Stripping off your fur covered clothes, your first priority was to take a shower before curling up on the couch and editing these photos for your post tomorrow. The TV played in some low drone in the background, some kind of stupid reality dating show where hot people dated and fucked like rabbits. It was mind numbing and didn’t require thought and you liked having something playing in the background as you worked.

You had a few videos already on the Instagram story from today and you went to check the engagement. Swiping your finger along the screen, you were relieved to see thousands of views and shares. People loved puppies and they loved football. If you combined the two, it was gold. One of the videos of you getting tackled by some of the loveable dogs made it in and people were loving it. Rebecca even texted you with a, “LOVE! So cute!!” so you were feeling great about your work.

Verified accounts were bumped to the top and you recognized a few of the players names. Zoreaux, Jan Maas, and a few others had viewed the stories, along with a name you didn’t recognize. Jamie Tartt. Was he the guy from that one underwear model? Or was he the Givenchy ad? You looked up at your television screen. Oh, never mind. He was the reality TV show manwhore.

Exiting Richmond's account, you changed your Instagram over to yours. There was far less engagement, but your simple baking account didn’t appeal to as many people as a football league. You loved designing different desserts, trying out recipes, and balancing out flavor combinations. Combined with your love for photography and design, you had a pretty prolific home baking account. It was the account you showed Keeley as your portfolio and now she and Rebecca both followed you. Oddly enough, Higgins did too.

Your face was rarely in the photos because you ran a one-woman show, but occasionally a friend would snap a great candid. Most of your pictures were treats, flowers, cool spots around London, or whatever you found cool. You liked showing your personality through photos and you didn’t care if your face wasn’t in there. The memories were present and that’s what mattered.

A few new followers had joined the fray and you were surprised to see some of the Richmond players among them. It wasn’t like you hid the account, but it wasn’t something you advertised as your name. Keeley must have told them.

But then there was that name again. Jamie Tartt. Why would some footballer turned reality star care about your panna cotta fails and award-winning lemon bars? Why would a guy who isn’t even playing for Richmond want to follow you, the social media manager?

Fuck it. It was too late to question the motives of some stranger. He was just another follower. Another number for engagement profiles. Maybe he was just interested in your slutty brownie recipe. Whatever, you needed to sleep so you could get to the stadium tomorrow and get these photos out.

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thisismysecondrodeo · 1 year

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hi! <3 i started watching ted lasso recently and fell into the fic reading pit and i came across your blog. i just have to say that operation seduce ted and game on were absolutely masterpieces and nearly KILLED me.

i wasn’t sure if you take requests or if they were open, but i did see some on your masterlist so i thought i’d just drop by with an idea - feel free to ignore me if you’re not taking requests right now though! basically, i am DYING to read some facesitting with ted. i have scoured both ao3 and tumblr and i’m yet to find a fic for it haha. just seeing how you write ted going down on the reader and how much he gets off on it, i figured you’d be the perfect person to give it a go? i’m thinking the reader is super hesitant at first when ted suggests it, but he soon wins her around, especially with the feel of that amazing moustache 🫠

AN: I could right like 5 fics set in this showers and honestly it took me a while to decide between Ted/Reader, Ted/Roy, and Ted/Trent (I think someone else has already written Roy/Trent!) but I got this request and knew EXACTLY what to write lol. But I would be remiss if I didn't recommend Chapter 3 of CatfishKid's Going Down because it is my favorite Ted Lasso facesitting fic even though it's unfinished lol

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Himbos Briefly Mentioned, Season 3 Episode 2 Shower Scene is constantly on my mind, facesitting, Smut, Dirty Talk, graphic description of p-in-v sex

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You weren’t usually in the locker room during the game, as the trainer you were either on the side of the pitch or in the training room. But after watching Dani take a ball to the face you knew he would never come find you so you decided to find him during the half just to make sure he was okay. You were a consummate professional as you looked over Dani’s uninjured face, only cutting your eyes over at Ted once or twice.

You would be mortified if anyone knew about your schoolgirl crush on the gaffer and you’d mostly managed to keep it under wraps. But every time your eyes met you couldn’t deny that the handsome, mustachioed man made your insides flip upside down. You didn’t think he felt the same—the man was friendly to everyone—but you’d had more than a few moments alone after hours, chatting and laughing in his office or walking to the Crown and Anchor that you couldn’t help but harbor some hope that the feelings were requited.

You were about to leave the men to discuss strategy when Trent Crimm slipped in. The room fell silent and it felt more awkward to leave than to stay so you tucked yourself into the corner of the locker room to take a seat behind Roy, who seemed rather pleased that silence had descended. Ted turned to look at Roy and you could see the frustration in his brow as Trent tried to take his leave.

“Trent, hold on a second. Roy, can I speak with you?”

You weren’t trying to eavesdrop, and you couldn’t even really make out what Ted was saying but his tone was low and serious…and really turning you on. It was embarrassing, honestly, the way his voice made your pulse race and all the things you could imagine him saying to you with that timbre. You crossed one leg over the other and tried to act like something very thrilling was happening on your phone, but when Ted and Roy returned you couldn’t take your eyes off Ted, even as Roy screamed, “Crimm!” Ted must have noticed your gaze because he gave you a small smile and a wink, that turned you to jelly. You had to leave and you had to leave now before he realized you were down bad for him. While everyone waited for Roy and Trent to return you hustled out of the room, missing the confused expression on Ted’s face as the door shut.

You managed to hold yourself together through the second half and on the bus back to Nelson Road. The boys didn’t usually get so raucous over a draw, but between that and the news about Zava, they were so rowdy you couldn’t have focused on your feelings for Ted even if you wanted to. The seat you picked was in the front, so you could be the first off and you figured you’d hang around and do some inventory in the training room to avoid running into Ted on the way out. You were being childish and you knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, but you were embarrassed and just needed a little bit of time to get your feelings in check.

Just as you’d finished resetting your medical kit for the next away match, you heard a small knock on the door. You swung the door open quickly and were greeted with a sheepish Ted in his Richmond puffer, a tendril of hair brushing just above his eyebrow.

“T-Ted, hi.”

“Hi, Y/N, can I—do you have a minute?”

“Sure,” you gestured for Ted to enter. You had no idea why he seemed so awkward, but you smiled trying to put him at ease. “Is everything alright? That was a good match, no injuries, anyway.”

“Yeah. I guess I just…” Ted scratched a hand at the back of his head. God, he was so handsome and flustered. You sat at your desk and rested your face on one hand, could feel the heat in your cheeks just from being close to him. “I wanted to make sure I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier. During the half, I, ah, well I winked at you and you seemed to scoot out of there really quickly and I just wanted to make sure I didn’t overstep, because, ya know, I’m a grown man who would never want his feelings to get in the way of someone being able to comfortably do their job, so I promise, I won’t ever do that—”

Your ears perked up immediately, but you weren’t sure if you were hearing what you were hearing. But if Ted was standing here thinking he’d mortally offended you over a wink, you were willing to take the risk of being totally honest. “Ted. Do you….Are you saying you do have feelings for me? Because, to be honest with you and at the risk of you calling HR immediately, I ran out of there so quickly because I was embarrassed that you could tell I was, ah, hot and bothered.”

Ted’s eyebrows raised and his cheeks pinked. “Because of me?”

You ducked your face slightly, avoiding his eyes. “Always because of you. You and your dumb khakis and your silly little polo shirts, and that passionate fucking voice you used with Roy, I just can’t get you out of my head. I’m sorry—”

Before you could finish your apology Ted had stepped closer and gently placed his hands on either side of your face. “Y/N… I would very much like to kiss you right now.”

“Yeah, yes. Please,” you sighed. It was hard to process everything that had changed in just a few minutes, but you weren’t processing at all when Ted pressed his warm lips to yours. His mustache tickled as he moved fluidly, despite having to lean over you. You wanted to tug him close, wanted zero space between his body and yours but you were still sitting at your desk. Ted broke the kiss and looked at you with a disbelieving, adoring gaze.

“This is…not at all how I expected this conversation to go,” Ted chuckled, his thumb stroking lightly against your cheekbone. “I thought I had made a total ass of myself, there was never even the faintest idea in the back of my head that you might be interested.”

“Same here,” you laughed. “So what now?” Ted leaned against your desk, his leg bumping against your knee.

“Now? Well, I guess now I ask you if you’d like to go out with the boys and me to celebrate a draw?”

You stood up almost immediately, enthusiastic about getting to spend more time with Ted. Ted, who was looking at you as if he was afraid you’d turn him down. “I’d love to,” you smiled, leaning into his space and pecking his lips softly, just because you could, “I guess I’ll have to be on my best behavior then, huh?” Ted’s large hand found the curve of your waist and you shivered from that contact alone.

“I certainly didn’t say that,” he teased, before kissing you harder.

You and Ted may have just addressed your feelings an hour and a half before, but being out at the Crown & Anchor with him felt like you’d been dating for years. He was a constant welcome presence at your side, a drink in his hand for you that he’d never let you purchase. You kept bracing for someone to notice, to call you out for leaning into his side or making eyes at him over your pint, but no one said a word. It was still torture trying to keep your hands to yourself and when Ted pressed a hand to your lower back you had to bite your lip to keep from letting out a sound that would have been highly inappropriate in this very public space. You made a point of yawning to cover it up, with a quick side eye at Ted in hopes that he followed your lead.

“Gosh, it’s getting late. I’m gonna head out,” you directed loudly at no one in particular, leaving before anyone could cajole you into one last drink. You didn’t want to have any expectations for what was transpiring between you and Ted but you knew what you wanted. You wanted to peel off that puffer and kiss him senseless, you wanted to see what he looked like when you touched him, when he came, when he woke up in the morning. But there would be other times if Ted wanted to take things slow. You were calling a ride when you felt someone tug gently against your coat.

“Not to be presumptuous, but I could use someone to walk me home,” Ted said teasingly in your ear.

You slipped your phone back into your pocket immediately. “Lead the way.”

Ted offered you a drink and a snack but you turned him down in favor of pressing your body against his and backing him against the kitchen counter. He kissed you eagerly, his hands framing your face and his thigh slotted between your legs; of course, you couldn’t help but grind down against him. The only thoughts in your head were a constant loop of Ted’s stern voice from the match and the floaty feeling of remembering that he was actually into you.

Ted broke the kiss and looked as flustered as you felt. “Jesus, Y/N, I feel like I’m in high school again,” Ted chuckled. “Not that that’s a bad thing. But I don’t want you to feel like we have to—”

“Ted if you’re about to tell me we don’t have to have sex, I’m going to scream.” Your eyes were clamped shut so you couldn’t see Ted’s cheeky grin and you thought you’d offended him. “I mean unless you don’t want to! Totally fine,” you opened your eyes and laughed at his expression. Without saying anything, Ted led you to the bedroom, your hand in his.

“There is absolutely nothing I want more,” Ted said slowly as he undressed you down to your bra and underwear, his voice low and heavy, “than to make you feel good. Is that okay?”

You knew you were looking at Ted like he was from another planet, which very well could be true. “Of course that’s okay,” you laughed, reaching for his clothes but he dodged you easily. He sat on the side of the bed, still fully dressed in his khakis and polo shirt. He reached a hand out for you, pulling you to stand between his legs. His hands moved to caress your hips and butt, his mouth nipping and kissing against the softness of your middle, tugging playfully at the waistband of your panties. You were desperately, ridiculously wet.

“I said I wanted to make you feel good,” Ted teased, looking up at you. You scratched gently at his scalp and he hummed.

“Alright, I’ll bite. How do you want to make me feel good?”

“Well we can circle back around to biting, but I was thinking we’d get these off of you,” he lightly snapped your waistband and you giggled, “and you could take a seat.” Ted pointed at his mustache so there was no misunderstanding his intent and you laughed in surprise. Sure, you’d been with a decent number of people, and, sure, most of them had gone down on you but you’d never sat on someone’s face before and you were instantly insecure. You were nervous about being heavy, you were self-conscious about doing something solely for your pleasure, and, above all, you were worried about doing something wrong somehow. Ted read it on you instantly.

“Hey, hey now, where’d you go? If you don’t want to that’s a-okay, but if you think I’m just doing this as a favor for you—well that would be like thinking George Clooney was the best Batman, it's just plain wrong.”

You rolled your eyes with a small smile, knowing he was pulling out metaphors just to put you at ease. “I…Well, I don’t know if I want to because I’ve never done it before, but I gotta say, the way you’re looking at me right now makes me want to try.”

Ted beamed at you, his hands sneaking around you gently to unclasp your bra. “Well, why don’t you tell me what about it makes you nervous, and maybe I can ease your mind?” It was a wonderful suggestion in theory but it was much harder in practice when Ted was kissing your bare chest, his mustache brushing against your nipples. The more he touched you, the more convinced you were that you’d sit on a cactus if it meant he never took his hands off you.

“I guess, just, ah, worried I’ll do something wrong. Or hurt you. Or look silly,” you sighed, stroking your fingers through Ted’s hair again as he continued to press kisses to your quickly overheating skin.

“Baby I promise, I’m not going to let you be embarrassed. Why don’t we take things slow?”

“Slow sounds g-good,” your voice hitched as Ted licked a pert nipple into his mouth. “Fuck Ted your mouth feels so good.”

“Good,” Ted smiled against you, switching breasts as he eased your panties down your legs. He stroked your inner thigh and your whole body shuddered, enough that he brought a hand to your hip to steady you. “Why don’t you come up here,” Ted suggested, scooting back to lay in the center of the bed, his legs hanging off the end of his rather small bed. “No funny business, not yet,” he promised, tapping his belly for you to straddle his waist.

You crossed your arms, a playfully defiant look on your face. “Only if you lose some layers.” You expected some pushback but Ted quickly shed his shirt, undershirt, and khakis before laying back down. Your eyes were drawn to his erection like a magnet—sitting yourself on those cute stripey boxer briefs would be no problem at all. You climbed into Ted’s lap, your hands pressing into the hair against his chest and you smiled down at him before leaning into his warmth and kissing him deeply. Ted’s arms circled you tightly and you’d never felt safer...or more aroused. You didn’t have to look to know you’d made the front of his underwear damp from rolling your hips against him. The idea of crawling up his body to feel his tongue where you needed it most was no longer making you nervous, it was making you whimper against his mouth.

Ted used a hand on the back of your head to tilt your face slightly and give himself access to kiss along your jaw, a well-placed nip behind your ear making you whine.

“What do you want darlin’,” Ted asked softly in your ear.

“You,” you responded immediately, punctuating the sentiment with a grind of your hips against Ted’s hard length. He groaned, his eyes falling shut and it was nice to know you weren’t the only one going out of your mind with lust.

“And what do you want from me?”

You looked at Ted, eyes wide, and you knew from that very coach-like expression on his face what he was encouraging you to ask for. Leave it to Ted to not only motivate you to try something new for your pleasure and your pleasure only, but to insist on enthusiastic consent. “I want to sit on your face.”

“Yes ma’am,” Ted agreed immediately, bringing his hands to your waist to help you shift up his body. You were close enough to lean into the headboard, your hands tight against the wood and holding most of your weight. You waited to see what would happen next, could feel Ted’s breath tickle against your inner thighs. His warm hand ran gently along your leg as he got your attention. “Baby, you’re gonna have to relax. It’s okay I got you. I promise.”

You took a deep breath and lowered yourself slightly, and Ted craned his head up to make direct contact with your clit. You hissed with pleasure, surprised enough that you relaxed even more of your weight and Ted gladly took it, his tongue sliding inside you easily before circling your clit again. “Shit,” you threw your head back as Ted picked up his pace, his hands encouraging you closer and closer, the sound of him lapping at you vulgar and so incredibly arousing that you couldn’t help but rock your hips. His nose made contact with your clit and you tensed with the shock of pleasure, leaning forward to chase that sensation again. Your hand slipped from the headboard and found Ted’s hair and he moaned underneath you, curling his tongue inside of you.

No one eating you out before had ever made you feel like this. Like you were literally about to explode and you couldn’t control your movements, your hips rocking faster against Ted’s face. No one you’d ever been with had acted like Ted either, like you were doing him a favor by gripping his hair and fucking his mouth like he was a sex toy. “Fuck, fuck, Ted, I’m—shit, I’m going to come, Ted, I’m going to—”

You tried to swing your leg off Ted’s face but he only held you tighter against him, his tongue never stopping as you clenched your fist in his hair and came hard. Your thighs clamped hard against the side of Ted’s head, but the waves of orgasm washing over you distracted you from feeling bad for it. Ted slid out from under you, easing you off of his face and onto the bed. He rested on one elbow over you and watched you closely as your chest heaved. “Hey there, you okay,” he asked gently as you opened your eyes again and you smiled at his damp face. You pulled him into a heated kiss and could taste yourself on his tongue.

“That was fucking amazing,” you laughed and Ted grinned.

“Anytime. Hell, every time. I know you don’t believe me when I say it’s my pleasure but I mean it.”

You smirked at Ted, as you slid a hand into the front of his boxers, stroking him lightly just to make him groan. “Oh well if this is anything to go by, then I certainly do believe you.” Ted kissed you like you were single-handedly providing him oxygen. It was hard to imagine that just this morning you were convincing yourself to be on your best professional behavior because there was no way Ted was interested in you. And now here you were, tugging his boxers down as he retrieved a condom from his nightstand and pulling him over you so he could fuck you senseless.

Ted entered you slowly, gingerly and it felt like heaven every inch of the way—and he was not lacking inches. He sighed when he was fully seated inside you and you kissed every bit of his skin you could reach. “Fuck me, baby. Please.”

Ted nodded, locking his lips with yours as he started to thrust, his chest hair tickling your nipples as he moved over you. “God you feel so good, darlin’. So fucking good for me,” Ted praised you when he broke the kiss and that voice really did it for you, the dark tone and cursing going straight to your core.

“Keep talking, Teddy,” you begged and he smiled.

“Yeah? You want to hear how much it turned me on to have you dripping on my face? Or how tight and wet you feel against my cock? You’re so gorgeous darlin’, you’re so perfect.” Ted adjusted his position, one hand supporting your leg so he could drive into you deeper. You couldn’t stop cursing as he picked up the pace, repeatedly hitting the perfect spot inside you that made you dig your fingernails into his biceps. The whole time Ted talked: about how beautiful you were, about how long he’d been thinking about you, about how many ways he wanted to have you. You couldn’t help but clench when he told you he fantasized about locking the training room door and lifting you onto the table. Ted’s rhythm stuttered and you knew he was close and so were you, his stream of dirty talk had turned you into a puddle underneath him. You wedged a hand between your bodies to stroke your clit as Ted placed open-mouthed kisses along your neck and chest.

“Shit, Ted, come with me. Let go for me, baby, I want to feel you.”

Ted groaned, his hips picking up pace as he chased his own climax and your fingers matched him, both of you racing for a finish that hit like a truck, your eyes slamming shut as Ted gasped and twitched hard inside of you. You pulsed against him as he came and collapsed against your chest. He tried to shift his weight off of you but you held him tightly and you could feel his smile pressed against your neck.

“I guess we should hit the showers,” Ted suggested when he had caught his breath and you laughed.

“You in the showers is what got us into all this,” you teased. “If you weren’t in there being all sexy and disgruntled I would have ignored my feelings forever.”

Ted sat up, pulling you with him and towards the bathroom, “Well I guess I’ll have to find someone to get stern with more often.”

“Why do you need to find someone when I’m right here?” You winked and got into the shower without waiting for Ted’s reaction and you laughed when he followed behind you so quickly he almost slipped.

“Yes ma’am,” Ted grinned and you couldn’t help but grin right back.

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