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I'm Mental About You (Hold My Hand) - Rebecca Welton x fem!reader (nsfw)

I'm Mental About You (Hold My Hand) - Rebecca Welton x fem!reader (nsfw)

note: did I watch the first two and a half seasons of Ted Lasso within two days just because of Hannah fucking Waddingham? Abso-fucking-lutely yes

pairing: Rebecca Welton x fem!reader

warnings: smut

summary: you'll see ;)

Rebecca was everything anyone could ever want. She was smart, strong, confident, and beautiful. Head always high, towering everyone. You couldn’t see how Rupert could cheat on a woman as magnificent as she was. You doubted you ever had any chance with her.

You’d been a recent addition to the staff, scouting for new players all over the place. You found yourself intrigued by the tall blonde the day you met her. You didn’t know if she was that cocky with everyone or just you. She certainly could be harsh, but around you, she never seemed to show that side of her. So here you were. A bit tipsy. You had told Rebecca about the new talent you scouted and she seemed very delighted by it.

She opened up a bottle of Wine, one glass became two and then three. By the time she was about to finish her third one, her hand landed on your thigh, making a blush rise up your cheeks. She obviously had noticed, smirking at you and shifting closer. “Am I making you nervous, darling?” She questioned, searching for your eyes that were trained onto your lap.

She set the glass of wine down on the coffee table, her hand getting off your thigh as she stood up, a momentary feeling of relief came over you before you noticed what she was doing just when you heard the door lock. You took in a sharp breath. She sat back down next to you as if nothing happened at all. She picked her glass back up and took a sip.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you that I’ve-” You started, wanting to fill the silence with something but she cut you off. “Y/n, I don’t need to hear about what players you’re scouting at the moment.” She said, not a hint of self-doubt in her voice.

“Tell me a secret. A nice one?” She inquired, leaning forward, your faces now barely three inches apart. You noticed her eyes flicker to your lips but did nothing about it. You took in a breath before replying. “I’m mental about you.”

Rebecca smiled, staying silent. The silence made you feel as if you had messed up. You pulled away. There was no way she would possibly feel the same way about you. What were you thinking, confessing your feelings for her when you were possibly just another hookup.

Your racing thoughts were interrupted when you started getting up and she got a hold of your arm, pulling you back down. She grabbed you by the chin and crashed your lips together. You were too shocked to react at first but once you realized what was going on, you kissed her back, melting into Rebecca’s touch. You reached a hand up to her neck, trying to pull her closer. Eventually, you withdrew from the kiss, the need for oxygen becoming more prominent. “Well, I’m mental bout you, too.” She whispered and leaned in to capture your lips again.

You could taste the expensive wine on her tongue as she gently slipped it into your mouth. You couldn’t help the small moan escaping your mouth, traveling from your lips to hers. You could feel her smirk against your lips as you slowly started climbing into her lap, lips never leaving hers for a second.

If you weren’t feeling so alive right now, you would have for sure thought you were in heaven. The sight of the taller woman beneath made you want to scream. How was she pulling off things like this and look absolutely stunning while doing so?

Her hands fiddled with the buttons of your dress shirt, getting frustrated with trying to unbutton it, she decided to just rip it open instead, buttons flying off and scattering all across the floor of her office. You gasped as the cold air hit your chest which was now only covered by a piece of dark blue lingerie. Rebecca leaned back slightly, disconnecting your lips, biting her lip at the sight of you. She maintained eye contact while lifting her own blouse over her head. “Fuck me.” You groaned as you took in the sight in front of you, mouth falling open. “Gladly, darling.” She winked and leaned back down to kiss you, her hand on your neck leading the interaction. Even as you sat on her lap, she was towering over you.

She made you lay on your back, chest heaving with heavy breathing. Within seconds, your pants were on the floor next to the sofa, as was her skirt. She crawled up your body gracefully, you released a groan at the sight, she smiled contently. Arriving at your neck, she started pressing kisses to your soft skin, biting gently here and there and soothing the pain with her hot tongue. You were sure she was leaving marks.

“I didn’t think you were one to fancy the ladies.” You breathed out as her kisses traveled to your sternum, your hands in her hair. “Yet, here we are, love.” She mysteriously answered but you couldn’t care less, arousal pooling between your legs at the vibrations of her voice on your skin.

You took in a sharp breath when she bit down right in the middle of your sternum, your back arching off the sofa in the process, giving Rebecca the opportunity to slip her hand beneath your back and unclasp your bra. You couldn’t help but gasp at how fast she got that done. “How did you-?” You stammered, she chuckled against your skin before drawing away to send the bra flying across the room. She came to level with your face, lips only millimeters apart, “Shh.” She hushed you and connected your lips in a heated kiss, your hands clawing at her back.

You released a moan as one of her hands found your breast, gently kneading it. You couldn’t help but think the two of you were fitting together like two puzzle pieces. “Fuck Rebecca, you’re so good at that!” You moaned out, arching into her touch as her tongue started flicking over your nipple. “You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart.” She mumbled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You grabbed a fist full of her hair, gently tugging at it, drawing a moan from the older woman’s lips, making, even more, wetness pool between your legs. That sound was the most divine thing you had ever heard.

She cupped your center with her hand, making you gasp once more. She smirked at you, feeling the wetness through your panties. She pulled them aside and dragged a finger through your folds, groaning at the feeling of your wetness coating her fingers. She pressed her thumb to your clit and started circling it, having your chest having even more and whimpers escaping your mouth.

“You ready?” She asked, making sure you were comfortable. “Yes, please.” You whimpered. “Just fuck me already.” Rebecca smiled in response, knowing she had such an effect on you certainly made her even more confident in her following actions. With a smirk, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs.

Spreading your legs open, Rebecca kneels above you before scooting down between your legs. Moans and whines escape your mouth like a waterfall when she starts working on your clit with her fingers.

Her fingers leave your clit, her tongue replacing them as your hips rise up from the sofa. Her fingers dancing just outside of your drenched core carelessly tease you, only slipping in the tip of her index and middle finger every now and then. The moment you expected it the least, she harshly thrust into you, curling her fingers into your sweet spot at the first try, making you release a moan that was louder than you thought it would be. “Oh fuck!” You moaned out, as she hit your sweet spot again.

She quickened her pace, your hips rolling to match her rhythm. “Oh dear god yes!” You moaned out again as she flattened her tongue against your clit, feeling your orgasm building up. “Hold my hand, please.” You managed to get out and her hand easily found yours, holding onto it firmly. Your grip on her hand tightened as you got closer. “Fuck, Rebecca. I’m gonna cum.” You rushed out. “Go ahead, darling.” She hummed against your center, sending you over the edge ultimately with a beautiful arch of your back. She didn’t slow down, making you ride out your high as long as possible.

“Fuck, Rebecca. How are you so good at this?” You asked, still breathing heavily as she kissed her way up your body. “Wouldn’t you like to know now?” She chuckled and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, not giving you more for an answer.

#fem!reader #wlw #gxg #rebecca welton x reader #rebecca welton #ted lasso #hannah waddingham

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ilovehugslikealotalot · 1 year

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Why You?

TW: indecent language, slight smut, mentions of violence

Rebecca waited in her office for Keeley, how she wished she could rip that woman’s head off. It aggravated her that the woman was so bitchy but perfect. Keeley finally barged in seeing Rebecca pacing around, she plopped down onto the sofa. “Okay! What now!” She groaned, Rebecca rubbed her temples as she paced back to her desk. She scrolled up to see y/n’s perfectly sculpted face, “AGH!” she screamed, “why the fuck is she so perfect?” She seethed, leaning on her desk. “She’s so annoying, I swear!” She exclaimed, Keeley had about enough and smacked the sofa. A loud bang echoed around the room.

“JUST TELL HER YOU LOVE HER GODDAMIT! EVEN HELEN KELLER CAN SEE IT! AND SHE’S FUCKING BLIND REBECCA!” Keeley yelled over Rebecca to get her attention, the tall blonde woman looked at her taken a back. “Just. Tell. Her. It’s not that hard, Becca!” The tall blonde pouted and slouched into her chair. “But-“

“Rebecca! I love you. But shut the fuck up. Please.” Keeley stood up, walking over to Rebecca she gave her a tiny lecture of how she shouldn’t be scared to ask her out. “Now, hand me your laptop” Rebecca cooperated, handing the shorter woman her sliver colored laptop. Keeley grinned, “now. You won’t be getting this back until you ask her out. So, either you ask her or you don’t get this. Bye!” Keeley quickly ran out of the office with Rebecca yelling out her name.

Rebecca’s POV

I leaned on the office door frame and sighed. I groaned loudly as I moved and slammed the door shut. “Get your shit together, Rebecca. You’re a grown ass woman…just ask her out” I mumbled, walking roughly down the stairs, I stopped for a minute, what if she says no? I think. No. I’m Rebecca fucking Welton. There isn’t any way in hell she would reject me. But-

“Boss, you okay?” Ted’s voice came from the bottom of the stairs, I looked at him and smiled. “No, I’m fine!-“ flailing my arms in the air and bringing them to my side acting cool, leaning on the rail.

He smacks his lips and squints his eyes, “Oklahoma?”

“I’mfuckedandIdon’tknowifIshouldasky/noutornotcauseI’mscared she’llrejectme” I blurted, he pursed his lips and widened his eyes, “welp. You better be in your way then.” I at him in disbelief, “no peptalk?” He exclaimed and clapped his hands together, he smiled at me and laughed. Finally, he did a fist pump and calm down, only a little bit though, “I knew you liked my peptalks! Anyways, y/n isn’t that bad. She’s really sweet so just go ask her! And if anyone asks..you didn’t hear this from me but..she likes you back to! She was ranting about it this morning!” Rebecca looked at her feet for a moment before looking up at him to find he was there. She would never find out how that man worked.

Nervous, I walked sheepishly to y/n’s office. There she sat, hair messily put into a bun, french tipped nails clicking away on her keyboard. My hands shook as I knocked on the open door. Her focus was broken from her laptop and onto me, “oh, hey Rebecca. I didn’t know you were here. I thought you went to lunch with Keeley?” She asked, smiling at me. Closing her laptop, she rounded her desk and went to her mini bar. Opening the mini fridge she grabbed herself a water, Rebecca chuckled knowing there was no other use for the mini bar since y/n didn’t drink. “Wine?” She asked, already pouring some into the glass. “You know me too well, y/n”

“Well, besides from Keeley, you spend too much time with me. I wouldn’t be surprised if you beat everyone in a ‘Who Know’s Y/n Best.’” She laughed, taking her AFC Richmond jacket off. I watched as she slid it down her shoulders.

I saw a slight smirk grace her face, she knew what she was doing to me. And she enjoyed every second of it.

She was wearing a cropped tank top under which was very fitting. I bit my lip, the unspeakable things I would do to her if she just asked. “Aren’t you supposed to be in training?” I asked, taking a sip of my red wine. She turned around letting her hair perfectly drop around her shoulders.

“Yeah, but I’d much rather be here with you” her voice was amorous as she stared at me with desire in her eyes. I smirked as she sat next to me. “Is that so, Miss y/l/n?” I cooed, leaning in. Y/n giggled, “mhm” I glided my hand up her thigh and onto her butt, shifting her so she was in my lap. She lowly chuckled, her smug face was wiped off when I leaned in, my face millimeters from hers. “Please…” she groaned, I smirked, “Please what, Darling?” “Fuck me.”

#rebecca welton #ted lasso gives me life #ted lasso #keeley jones #rebecca welton x reader #Open request

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dollsome-does-tumblr · 1 year

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some ted lasso 3.05 thoughts, tedbecca-heavy as per usual--

this is a dumb point to start with, but the models in the car driving off listening to "wake me up before you go-go!” and being such an obvious homage to the pre-gasoline fight zoolander scene really warmed my heart and soul. FLAWLESS. that is simply what life is like when you are a model.

i think ted and rebecca might be happening. their scene in the hallway caused me to hug a throw pillow and announce to my bf in overjoyed dismay, “if they actually get together i’m going to DIE!!!!!!” he was like, “maybe they’ll die,” to which i shrieked, “NO! i need them to LIVE and FALL IN LOVE!!!!!” i’m a great tv-watching companion. (we might have a slight roy and keeley energy going.) that moment where they were both like ‘psychic? bullying? wtf is going on? why are we so freakily on the same wavelength?’ and i was like ‘FINALLY, YOU FOOLS, THIS IS HOW WE’VE BEEN SUFFERING FOREVER!!!!!!!!’ was just really almost too much for me to handle. that wide shot of them staring at each other in alarm. help!!!!!!!

john wingsnight, coming back with the unexpected shite in nining armor!!!!!!

crying over rebecca welton is actually something that can be so personal, aaaaah. i’m really relieved that i do not think we are getting a pregnancy storyline because i really didn’t want that. i’m looking forward to seeing how the mother thing might happen a different way. i’m being extremely restrained and tactful and not making any more specific predictions than that.

also, rebecca not being able to get ahold of keeley throughout this episode really had me :’(. the emergency contact moment? NO! (what if .......... ted .................)

obviously i need keeley and roy to get back together and i’m in pain, but keeley/jack is def as fun a rebound situation as i can imagine. (bi keeley, overtly confirmed at last!) also, the lamb!!! messy, but cute af.

shandy’s quitting scene was extremely hilarious. what a journey!

roy’s neverending bully revenge monologue ................. astounding.

i really liked that we got a leslie and rebecca chat in this episode. i love them together! i’m also going to believe that the biscuit box being right there open behind the matchbox was an homage to “helping us see something that we can’t quite see ourselves” ........

i know that jade/nate is kind of tricky due to their searingly tense and awkward history, but i like the idea of her really getting a glimpse of nate’s good-heartedness and his sincere love of the restaurant and that being the thing to melt her heart toward him. and i just want nate to have someone he can have fun & laugh with in an end-of-ep montage!

r.i.p. believe sign! (r.i.p., rip, it works on levels!)

ted being done with shame and all that shit!!!!! ted finding his way out of his panic attack!!!! my heart is very full!!!!!!

“where one night out unlocks truths for many”

“where one night out unlocks truths for many” ????????????????????????

(chuckles) i’m in danger!

#dollsome's deep thoughts #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #ted x rebecca #tedbecca

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talldecafcappuccino · 8 months

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wip tag

tagged by @thesumdancekid :D thank you!

Hm. So right now I'd say I have two truly active wips (and a bunch of abandoned stuff). Here's a longer snippet from the newest of those two WIPs:

“Here you go, Dad.” Henry raced through the front door and tossed the mail on the kitchen counter. Ted looked up from his phone just as Henry grabbed his game controller and launched himself over the back of the couch. At thirteen he was all gangly arms and legs as he flew over top of the couch and landed with his legs folded beneath him. “Woah there, you going out for the track team this year?” Ted asked. He picked up the mail and raised a brow at Henry’s confused look. “That vault. It was pretty impressive for someone who’s not supposed to be doing that anymore.” “Sorry, Dad.” Ted shook his head. He knew teenagers didn’t listen to their parents but it was a whole other thing experiencing it first hand. “It’s not me who needs the apology.” Henry sighed. “Sorry couch. I’ll make sure to treat you with kindness and respect because you’re no longer under warranty and you need to make it at least until I graduate high school.” “There you go. That’s all I was asking for.” Henry shook his and Ted figured it was only a matter of time before the eye rolls kicked in. Michelle had mentioned he was getting a little grouchy in the mornings when she dropped him off at the start of the week. It felt like a warning, the sort of heads up they liked to give each other during the routine handoff, but Ted couldn’t help but smile at the latest update. It was a whole heck of a lot nicer hearing it in person then through a screen over 5,000 miles away. Of course he might change his mind about the whole teenager thing when the body odor kicked in, but he’d cross that bridge when they got there. Ted flipped through the mail while Henry booted up his game. It was some sort of fantasy quest he was borrowing from a friend of his. Ted’s played a few times, but they’d both decided he’d stick to FIFA for the foreseeable future. There was a mailer for the local grocery store, a thank you card from his mom to Henry for her birthday present, a postcard from his old university asking for donations, a few pre-approved credit cards, and a bank statement he already paid online earlier in the week. He tossed each one onto the counter, sorting them as he bopped along to the music from the TV. He paused when he got to the last piece of mail, a thick, white envelope with a familiar address.

There was an AFC Richmond stamp in the corner covered by an even larger, black ink stamp for shipping the thing internationally. Ted whistled at the price that reflected the heft of the fancy paper. There were a few scuff marks from the long journey, but it had survived the journey pretty dang well considering the distance. Ted dragged a bar stool away from the island and sat down to give the envelope its proper due. He ripped it open and slid a linen card with the AFC Richmond emblem embossed across the top. Dear Ted and Henry Lasso, You are cordially invited to the inaugural game of Richmond WFC as an esteemed guest of Rebecca Welton (Owner, Richmond WFC and AFC Richmond). He scanned the rest of the invitation, taking in the dates and the times, pausing briefly at Rebecca’s signature looping across the bottom. It wasn’t the first envelope of its kind to grace the Lasso household. Rebecca has been kind enough to invite them to all sorts of events over the years: AFC Richmond season openers, the Champion’s League semi-final, and even a few special ceremonies to honor players and various minority owners for all sorts of contributions to the Richmond community. At first it was too soon to go back. Then the next year it never quite worked out with their schedules (Henry’s school and Ted back to coaching American football at the university level.) And this past year the invitations felt more like . . . gestures. Not empty ones, but ones without a lot of heat behind it. It was nice to be thought of, of course it was, but he knew no one expected him to make it when they sent these sorts of things.

Oh gosh. I really don't know who to tag because I don't know who is still writing fic. Uhhhhh sorry friends I'm bad at tagging. If you've got a wip that's burning a hole in your google docs, then go ahead and post a bit of it.

#tag game #wips #I considered sharing a bodyguard wip but that feels fairly inactive at the moment #fic talk #ted x rebecca #tedbecca #(eventually)#ted lasso

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