#jason sudeikis x reader

[itsstrange]

First Impressions

Fandom: Ted Lasso, Sudeikis Fans

Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x F-Reader

A/N: A little something for all you Suds Fans. This will become a mini series, aiming for either 5 to 10 chapters, not sure yet, but it will contain Adult Content so be prepared for it! Warnings will be posted in the beginning of the Chapter!

Summary: “Uhm..,” He furrows his brows as he glances down at you then behind your head, then back to your eyes, “Is this the.. men’s restroom?” In Other words, You didn’t think you’d be meeting your celebrity crush just outside the restroom from a club.

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: (Yes) Will Contain Adult Content, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Jason Sudeikis Being a Soul, Etc.

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Enjoy! ✨💓

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Jesus it’s a maze here. You think to yourself as you do your best in walking through dancing bodies, ducking under wailing arms as they move to the music, brushing past couples who were determined in eating each other out, awhile doing your best in not spilling your drink. Nearly 30 bucks in this cup and you weren’t going to wait another 20 minutes for a new one nor did you feel like walking back towards the monstrosity of a crowd.

So, clutching and guarding your drink like it’s made out of gold, you push yourself to get through the sea of bodies. At one point you even had to dance your way through since that was the easier way to get by, but just as you were getting near the end a hand wraps around your waist, pulling you flushed against a firm body earning a yelp from you. Turning around you see a man grinding on you, sweat rolling down his temples as he moves to the music.

You shake your head at him signaling you weren’t actually dancing, just trying to get through but he clearly didn’t grasp that because he’s back to grinding at you. A laugh escaped from you as you go with the flow and somehow managed to slip from his hold without him even noticing, proving to you that he was extremely intoxicated in.. whatever it was he was on. Still chuckling to yourself— you continue to dance your way through dancing bodies till you’re free from the crowd, making you relax your tensed shoulders and walk the rest of the way to your booth.

You couldn’t wait to share what just happened with your friends, but just as you reached the table where they were talking amongst themselves, the smile that was on your face quickly fades when you don’t see a face with your group.

“Where the hell is Ethan?” You ask a friend over the blaring music,

A knowing look settles on her face as she points out towards the crowded dance floor.

“He started crying then left to the restroom,” The same look ends up on your face as you slam your drink on the table before making your way towards the back of the bar,

Back to the crowd, but at this point you didn’t care. Hell, you didn’t even danced your way through this time, you just rudely walked past them, earning some remarks from people but you kept walking till you made it to the other end of the bar/ club, you still didn’t know what kind of place this was because at one point it felt like a bar until out of nowhere it turned into a raver in here. Quickly you make your way to the restroom, except it wasn’t towards the woman’s, no, you straight up went to the men’s.

Where you noticed just how empty the hall was compared to the woman’s restroom. Looked like a damn airport line just to use the toilet, which had you considering in just using the men’s restroom to avoid such line, but the thought of having to use their space had you scrunching your nose knowing their restrooms weren’t as clean as the woman’s. At least club restrooms. Outside of here they can’t be the same.. right? They shouldn’t be.

Pushing through the doors you walk down the hall till you round the wall, finding Ethan leaning against the sink as he washes his face. The sight broke you, you always hated seeing your best friend cry no matter the situation, but right now you weren’t tolerating it.

Making your way towards him you grip his face before forcing him to look at you, noticing the slight jump scare from him but chose to ignore it as you stared deep in his dark blues.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Ethan says first, words coming out muffled considering his cheeks are squished by your hand,

“Neither should you,” You argue back, still not letting go of his face, “You know what else you shouldn’t be doing? Crying for that idiot!”

Ethan rolls his red eyes, settling them on the wet sink as you continue, “Screw him Ethan! He’s the one losing somebody incredible! He’s the one that lost, not you,”

You tell him, ignoring the way a man comes out from one of the stalls with a confused look as he slowly walks towards the sink where he washes his hands before quickly leaving the odd moment.

Ethan tries pulling from your grip with a roll of his eyes, but you tighten your hold on his chin as you force him to look at you before repeating your words again. Reminding him he’s worth more than some asshole who only wanted games, reminded him he never cries over a man who clearly doesn’t deserve him or deserve his love. Your words brought fresh tears from him but not once did you stop, you kept going, he had to know that he wasn’t going to be wasting his breath or time for some piece of shit who didn’t deserve him.

Tears falling down his cheeks he listens to you, taking in your words, weighing them, holding them dearly to himself like a comforting blanket. You knew he always loved your support no matter what it was for, he loved it and cherished it whenever you gave him a piece of your heart. From the first day of first grade, he knew you two would be joined to the hip, and boy was he right.

Nothing was able to separate you two. Yes arguments would happen here and there, but you two always managed to find each other again, your strong bond was there to keep you both together, reunite you both.

“So, fix yourself. Be a bad bitch and come back outside to have drinks,” You tell him eventually which he nods his head at you, “I mean it Ethan!”

You yell over your shoulder as you walk towards the door. Walking out the restroom you turn to your left without looking, eyes casted behind to hopefully find Ethan walking out the door which caused you to collide with a firm body. However, as you glance up to apologize, the words get caught in your throat along with your body going rigid when you lock eyes with familiar brown orbs.

“Oh sorry bout that,” It was his deep voice that confirmed it was truly him,

You knew his voice like the back of your hand. Being a fan of his work, of him, for so many years you just knew the low pitch of his voice like no other.

“Uhm..,” He furrows his brows as he glances down at you then behind your head, then back to your eyes, “Is this the.. men’s restroom?”

Jesus fucking Christ say something!

“Oh uhm.. yes I’m sorry. I was just—.. my friend he was.. he started crying and then I just—,” You words jumbled together as you remain holding his gaze, however, Ethan coming out of the restroom stops your ramble, preventing any further humiliation,

“Okay bitch! You’re right! Fuck that piece of shit I’m ready for some drinks!” He yells but stops in his tracks when he stands next to you, recognizing the man nearly hovering over you,

“You must be the friend,” He comments with an amused smile, those dimples of his that have always made you swoon appear on his cheeks,

“And you are Jason Sudeikis,” Ethan points at him with a wide smirk,

Jason gives a soft chuckle, “That I am,” His eyes finding your own once again, smile widening even more when you both lock eyes,

“Well this here is my better half, (Y/n). Who is incredibly obsessed with you and your work,”

“Ethan!!” You scream with wide, embarrassed eyes as you look at him,

“What? You’re just staring at him like some weirdo instead of introducing yourself,” He waves you off with a roll of his eyes, causing your mouth open in horror, embarrassment and shock,

You seriously can’t believe this is happening. Can’t believe this is how you’re meeting your celebrity crush, at a bar-club while your best friend introduces you in the most embarrassing way. You honestly didn’t want nothing more than to be sucked to the ground where you can hide away, away from this moment, from him. You’re definitely not going out any time soon.

As if you’d ever run into him again.

Jason on the other hand kept looking between you two with an amused look, smile only widening the longer he kept his focus on your embarrassed frame, then softly chuckling once again when your hand slowly covers your mouth. Obviously you didn’t notice this since you were doing your best in avoiding his gaze.

“Anyways, it was nice to finally meet you. Enjoy your night!” Ethan yells over the music with a wide smile as he taps the man on his shoulder before walking past him,

Jason nods at him with a wide smile, following his dancing frame till he disappears in the crowd before bringing his gaze back to you, where you still stood in shock and embarrassed.

“He seems like a great friend,” He tells you, wide smile still plastered on his face,

You remain staring at him with wide eyes, words not being able to push past your throat, but with the little strength that you had you managed to let some words out.

“I am.. so sorry about that,” You say through your fingers, however, before he can say anything back a man walking by prevents him to speak, which you used that opportunity to walk away,

He watches your frame leave with quick steps, wide smile still on his face as he replays the little moment, being completely hooked on it. On you for some reason. He didn’t know what it was, but he was interested, causing a small chuckle to vibrate in his chest as he makes his way towards the restroom.

You on the other hand, the embarrassment that you felt was so strong that you were considering in ditching your friends and going home, because after what you just encountered? Yeah you definitely want to go home, but you couldn’t just leave them alone, couldn’t leave them out of the blue, or leave Ethan after giving him a whole lecture in the men’s restroom. Just suck it up, it’s not like you’re going to see him again, the voice says in your head as you squeeze your way through the dancing crowd.

So, pushing down that feeling and quickly making your way back towards your group, where they all laughed and talked amongst each other you convinced yourself to stay, because you knew the voice was right. It was such a large building, he could be anywhere inside, which would most likely be in the VIP section of the bar so there was no way you would run into him again, plus, there’s a high chance he just wanted to use the restroom before leaving. Which you hoped because you don’t think you’d want to meet him again, not after that encounter.

So, for the rest of the night you enjoyed yourself with your friends— after slapping Ethan upside the ahead of course— and forced yourself to not look around the building for him. Both to avoid him if seen and just to see if you can catch a glimpse of him again before he left, but after the fifth time of scanning your surroundings and not finding him anywhere you brought your focus to your friends.

Once finishing your drink and taking a few shots with your group, the encounter was buried in the back of your head. Forgotten for the night. You enjoyed the moment with your friends, laughing, singing, talking, dancing and drinking was shared with them as the night went on. After what seemed like your 7th shot— you honestly dont remember how many you’ve had— but the buzz began creeping its way up which made you slow down on your drinks. You were the designated driver that night after all, if you didn’t control yourself now, neither of you would make it back home.

You still continued drinking with them, just paced yourself as well as drinking water on the side. Your friends on the other hand were not counting their drinks by any means, they were determined to drink themselves into oblivion. It seemed like a great idea now, but knowing them all too well they’d regret it the following day. They always do.

At some point during the night, your group eventually scatters, three of them along with Ethan were on the dance floor with men they found, where your other friends decided to go home since they were in no condition to continue with the night. After making sure they got in their Uber safely and paid the driver a heavy tip— in case they empty their stomach during the ride— you walk back inside the building where you debated on walking back to your booth where you’d sit alone or walk to the bar where you can sit on the stools alone. After standing by the entrance like some weirdo you eventually decide on the bar.

You made your way through dancing bodies once again only this time you hardly struggled since the dancing floor had fewer people, considering it was two in the morning and the place closed at three. Yet that didn’t stop your friends from living it up.

Once at the counter of the bar, you sit in the corner which gives you a perfect view of your friends dancing. A small smile tugs on your lips at the sight, you were glad they were enjoying themselves they been through a lot these past few days, they needed this night. Stress reliever. Which is why you let them be till the bar closed.

As you switched your gaze from your friends to your phone then back to your friends, the bartender makes his way towards you, asking if you wanted to order anything before they closed in fifteen minutes. You hesitated, but eventually settled for another jack & coke along with two last shots for the night. Nodding at you he goes ahead and turns around to prepare your drinks. Three minutes later he places two shot glasses in front of you, but just as he did you didn’t notice a figure settling next to you until you hear them speaking out.

“Well if it isn’t peeping Tom,” That deep voice vibrates in your ear drums, causing a cold shiver to run down your spine when you know exactly who it is,

Slowly turning to your right you meet gazes with Jason, who had a large smile on his face. His beautiful dimples displayed on his cheeks.

“Hi,” He speaks at a normal level considering the music wasn’t as loud as it was before,

“H-Hi,” You respond with a stutter, shy smile tugging on your lips,

“It’s (Y/n) right?”

You nod your head, “Yeah,”

You honestly have no idea how your calm at the moment when you’re freaking the fuck out on the inside at the fact of him remembering your name. Which you’d like to point out the encounter happened fucking hours ago, yet, here he is, saying your name beautifully with that deep voice of his.

“I’m really sorry about.. earlier. My friend he can be..,” You shake your head with a heavy sigh through your nose, embarrassment rising once again when you think back to the moment,

However, Jason only waves you off with a smile, “Don’t worry about it, caught my attention didn’t it?”

A chuckle along with a shy smile escapes from you, feeling your cheeks heat up at his words. You still couldn’t believe how calm you were at this very moment, guess you can thank the alcohol in your system for doing most of the work in keeping your nerves down because you knew for sure having any sort of conversation with this man right here in a sober state would not look like this at all. So yes, at this very moment you were glad you took those shots earlier and glad you had ordered two more.

Which you quickly drank one to keep the nerves from rising.

In a matter of seconds you both fall into a deep conversation. It switched from topic to topic, from where you were from, to what you both like to do on your spare time, to what you did for a living which you then responded you owned a bar.

“Really?” He questioned with a surprise yet interest tone,

“Yeah, it’s my uncles bar but he retired a few months ago so now I run it for him,”

“That’s really generous of you, not many people would stay in the family business. That’s pretty cool,” His smile causes a shy chuckle to escape from you, then continues with, “This bar got a name?”

You nod your head with a smile, “Cohen’s Bar, it’s in Brooklyn,”

That got him to raise his brows at you, “You don’t say?”

“Uh huh,” You respond with a soft chuckle, earning a wide smile from the actor when he knew you knew he lives somewhere in Brooklyn,

Another few minutes passed by, more stories were shared with each other which you couldn’t help but smile widely whenever he spoke of his personal life in such high spirits. Regardless of who he’s become over the years, he always had that love and brightness in his eyes when speaking of his hometown or old memories of his childhood. It was truly amazing. Not only because you were talking to this amazing man right here, but because you’re getting to know him in a personal manner and that alone you cherished deeply.

“So, what is the great Jason Sudeikis doing at a place like this?” You ask, curiosity poking at you when you have a feeling this isn’t his typical Friday night,

Despite him being to award shows and carpet events, you didn’t take him as the type to also pop in to clubs for a night out. And if he was the type, then at least you learned something new about him.

He smiles widely at your compliment, dimples deepening the wider his smile gets, never failing in making you swoon at the sight. Looking behind his shoulder for a split second, he averts his eyes back to you with the same smile.

“See those guys over there?” He motions to his left with his head, turning in the direction you spot a small group huddled in a booth talking and laughing amongst themselves, “My buddy in the white shirt, it’s his birthday, wanted to go bar-hopping, which explains why we are currently here,”

“Ahh,” You respond with a short chuckle, understanding his situation, which you then noticed he seemed completely sober compared to his group of friends,

It was also then you fully took in his appearance; hair beautifully styled upwards and parted to the right, a dark navy jacket rested on his frame with a black T-shirt underneath, grey jeans with some classic Air Jordan 3’s on his feet. He looked handsome as usual, never once has he ever disappointed you, despite him always wearing a hoodie in public for any occasion, him without it was just as dashing.

“So..,” His voices brings your focus back to his eyes that were staring fondly at you, “What is the beautiful (Y/n) (L/n) doing at a place like this?”

His flirtatious comment immediately brings heat up your cheeks, causing his own smile to widen when he catches the moment. He absolutely loved it how you responded to him, how genuine your smile and laughter would sound with any joke or story he’d share with you, how genuinely interested you were about anything he’d say rather than other people who always pretended to care just get something out him, whether it was regarding about work, a photo, an autograph, whatever it was they were looking for he’d always be able to read it off of them right away. But with you, all he read was honesty, genuine interest, and pure respect.

And that alone got him hooked on you. Your whole aura was absolutely inviting, lovable, sweet, funny, charismatic, he had just met you but boy was he absolutely in awe of you. Despite knowing you are a huge fan of him and his work, you still treated him like any other human being, you kept a conversation with him like any other close friend would. From the minutes or hour he’s spoken to you, he truly enjoyed your presence and has been wondering how exactly he can continue in enjoying your time without making it seem like all he wanted was to take you to bed.

From the moment he ran into you a few hours prior, he’s been interested in you. After he had used the restroom and went back to his group of friends on the other side of the building, his mind would often wonder back to the small moment he had with you, wondering if he’d miraculously run into you again. When he finally did find your frame sitting alone at the bar towards the end of the night, he couldn’t help the way excitement danced in his lower stomach. Then couldn’t help the way nerves overpowered that excitement in his stomach when he was able to capture your features under the glowing light, thinking just how beautiful you looked, how mesmerizing you were, how easily it was for you to halt his steps as he couldn’t stop observing your frame. He was indeed starstruck by your presence, just like how you were when running into him.

“See that group over there?” You point your thumb behind your shoulder without looking, causing a smirk to spread on the mans face at your mocking question but still sends you a nod when looking towards your friends, “They had a rough couple days, so I thought a night out would help make them feel better,”

Jason hums at you with a slow nod, bottom lip slightly pouting as he continues to look behind your shoulder, “Well I can definitely say that your plan was successful,”

You furrow your brows in confusion, not quite understanding his words until you turn to face your group where your facial expression changes from confusion to shock in less than a second. Standing shirtless on a medium coffee table, Ethan twirled his shirt in the air while the rest of your friends cheered him on.

“Oh my god,” You say in shock, embarrassment as your best friend continues twirling and twerking on the poor table,

Although, what you didn’t see was the way Jason had an amused smile on his face as he watched your group of friends living their life. However, in less than a second he sees you bolting from your chair when Ethan slightly loses his footing and falls off the table, landing with a loud thud on the floor, Jason follows after you to give you a hand but as he appears next to you he sees how your friend was hysterically laughing on the ground, along with your other friends.

“Jesus Ethan,” You say with a chuckle as you help your friend to sit on the ground, who was still laughing by the way,

However, a high pitched excited yelp comes from the man when he glances upwards, getting a sight of Jason crouching next to you as he helps you with your intoxicated friend.

“Oh my god it’s you again!” He points with a wide smile, then gasps when he turns to you, “Did you get his number?!”

Your eyes grow wide at his question, “Ethan!” You turn to look at Jason with an apologetic expression but only see how a wide smile is on his face,

He was enjoying this way too much.

“I’ll make sure to slip it in her pocket don’t worry,” Jason responds with that same wide smile before helping your friend off the floor and onto the table that nearly ended his life,

You on the other hand remained crouched as you tried processing his words. Was he being serious? Theres no way right? He can’t be, he’s just throwing jokes. There’s no way the famous Jason Sudeikis would ever give you his number! I mean.. he’s Jason Sudeikis and you’re… you! No one important. Of course he’s making jokes, that’s who he is, humorous. There’s absolutely no way.

Your other friends stumbling behind Ethan brings you out of your rambling thoughts, which also brings you to your feet as you quickly reach out for them before having another pair of friends on the floor.

“Okay, I think it’s time to go home now,” You tell them all, which of course earns you disagreement from all of them,

“You park close?” Jason asks as he stands up straight, hand still firmly holding on to Ethan so he won’t fall over,

“I got valet,”

He nods, then turns to behind his shoulder for a split second before looking back at you.

“Here gimme your keys,” You’re quick to decline his offer, you already made a fool of yourself and probably wasted his time by talking and helping you with your drunk friends,

“It’s fine really,” You try once again,

“Well from the looks of it, you’re gonna need all the help you can get,” He says, warm smile on his face as he motions his extended hand to give up your keys,

His smile, his eyes, his dimples, his inviting aurora was what made you give in. Giving him a tired smile you place your keys in the palm of his hand, which widens his own smile before looking behind his shoulder where he calls out to someone in his group of friends. A tall man in a plain black t-shirt , dark hair, comes walking towards you. Jason briefly gives him details of the situation you’re in and without another question or comment, the friend leaves with an inviting nod.

It was about 30 to 40 minutes later when Jason checks his phone, the screen illuminating his features oh so beautifully before letting you know your car is waiting at the entrance. Once you were certain the girls were able to walk on their own and grabbed whatever they were leaving behind, you give Jason a nod who easily lifts Ethan from the table before following you out the building. Every now and then you’d hear him laugh at something Ethan would say, you just hope it wasn’t anything regarding to you or regarding anything embarrassing otherwise he’d wake up in a ditch rather than a bed.

Stepping through the doors, your black 2023 Honda Sport Sedan was indeed waiting for you at the entrance, Jason’s friend standing next to it as he conversed with some security guards outside. Your friends drunkenly singing a random song brings the man’s attention towards your group, where he quickly gives Jason a hand with Ethan by carefully putting him in the backseat. Once everybody was inside, still singing their lungs out, you let out a heavy sigh, both from exhaustion and relief now that they’re in the car.

“You sure you’re good to drive?” Jason asks once he closes the door to the backseat,

You give him a nod, “I stopped drinking a couple hours ago,”

He narrows his beautiful eyes at you, that somehow look bright brown under the neon bar sign, but with a small smile tugging at his lips he hands you your keys. Definitely not being able to stop the way electricity runs through your fingertips at the slightest touch of his own, nor did you try and focus on how he purposely ran his fingers against your own for more than three seconds.

Oh how you wished the night wasn’t ending, how you wished you still had time with him, how you wanted to talk to him till the sun rose then fell back down. Talking with him was so easy and smooth, like molasses. He was so easy to communicate with, such a gentleman in all aspects, just like how you always pictured it and seen on interviews. He was so outgoing and welcoming, making sure you felt comfortable without even trying or even knowing. But now, sadly it was coming to an end.

After this night you’d definitely won’t see him again other than your screen, so of course you stood just outside the building staring into his eyes in silence. Wide smiles displayed on both your faces as if you both knew what the other felt at the moment. But it was you who broke the comforting silence.

Clearing your throat you shyly look away from his eyes, “It was really nice meeting and talking with you, I enjoyed it,”

His smiles widens, eyes never leaving yours, “Yeah same here,”

“And thank you again for..,” You don’t finish your sentence as you motion your hand behind you where your group of friends are now laughing hysterically in your car,

He slightly chuckles, “Of course,”

Another moment of beautiful, comfortable silence falls between you two as you both hold each others gaze once again. Clearly neither one of you have gotten enough of each other, but unfortunately, it was him who broke the silence this time.

“Drive safe?”

You nod at him again with a smile, “I will,”

With that you climb into the car, your friends singing off key to some song you don’t recognize, at least not when they’re the ones singing it. But as you get in, turn on the ignition, you glance out your window once again, sending him one final smile and a wave. Which he returns with those dimples displaying on his face once again.

Fuck how you’re going to remember this night for the rest of your life and oh how you wished it wasn’t ending just yet. But, life has to move on. You’ve got your path and he’s got his, both completely different from each other that it just will never happen.

This was a one time thing.

Or as they call it “one hit wonder” Regardless of what they call it or how it seems, you were incredibly grateful to have such an intimate connection— moment with Jason Sudeikis. Even if it was only for a couple of hours, you were still grateful. You wouldn’t have it any other way, would rather sit down with him and talk than spare a photograph or autograph, because rather than capturing that five second moment on camera, you rather have a memory of having a decent conversation with one of your favorite actors.

So yes, despite you not wanting the night to end, you were glad you got to talk to him for those remaining hours. Definitely a core memory.

However, you nearly tripped on your carpet of your room as you fished out your keys from your pocket. Just as you were going to place them on your side table you noticed something red sticking underneath your keys. Pulling it out you noticed it was your valet ticket, however, it was the neatly written phone number behind said ticket that made your foot get caught with the ripped corner of your carpet that had you stumbling towards your bed. Just barely catching yourself on the frame of your bed you continue to glance down at the ticket in your hand, still not quite believing in what you’re seeing.

But after numerous times of rubbing both your eyes and slightly pinching your skin, you believed your vision was not playing tricks on you. And the number was in fact permanently written on the back of your ticket.

Call Me

718-656-7785

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-> I Hope Y’all Liked This One!!! It’s Been Long Overdue And Have Been Coming Back & Forth With This One For a While Now!

-> Just Letting Ya’ll Know That You’ll See This Hunk of A Man on My Timeline More Often 😚✌️

-> Another thing, I’ve Got More Ideas Not Only Regarding Sudeikis, But For Other People/Characters I Write For So Stay Tuned For That!!!

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Masterlist

Hi, I’m cal, and this is my masterlist! I write for Ted Lasso/Jason Sudeikis. My inbox is always open for requests or just to talk! I’ll write one-shots, blurbs, headcanons, or we can just bounce concepts off each other! I’d like to note that I am towards the end of nursing school, so I may not get to any asks immediately!

*Some thoughts/concepts/blurbs may not be linked here, but can be found by searching “ted lasso thoughts”, or “my writing.”

*Other tags I use: dad!ted, dad!jason, mom!reader, sub!ted, jason sudeikis rpf

*This blog contains NSFW content, 18+ only! I’m not responsible for the content you consume.

*I do not write OC’s, all of my fics are x reader

-Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader———————

One Shots

Movie Night (smut)

After celebrating Richmond’s latest win, Ted invites you back to his hotel room for a movie night. You don’t watch much of the movie.

Like Father, Like Son (fluff)

You wake up in the middle of the night to Ted and Henry being sick.

Couch Kisses (smut)

An imagine inspired by my post about kissing Ted’s bulge over his khakis.

Something New (smut)

You and Ted finally drabble into the dom/sub dynamic. (sub!ted, softdom!reader)

Reconnected (fluff)

After Ted and your daughter recover from being sick, they’re both ecstatic to see you again.

Nightmares (angst/fluff)

When Ted has a nightmare, feeling your baby kick calms him down.

Helping Hands (comfort/fluff)

You come home from a long day to dinner and a clean house, courtesy of Ted and Henry.

Accidents Happen (comfort/fluff)

Henry is still learning how to hold his new baby sister.

Close Call (angst/comfort)

Ted gets a call no one could’ve prepared him for while at work

Unplanned Sleepovers (angst/comfort/fluff)

Henry finds you crying and insists on spending the night with you, while also finding a new nickname for you. Ted comes home and joins the action.

Only You (smut)

You and Ted have a moment alone in a closet at Roy and Keeley’s wedding.

Always There (comfort/fluff/smut)

You have a heart to heart with Henry before comforting ted in a way that only you can.

Sunscreen (fluff)

You spend a little time flirting with Ted during a team beach day.

Growing (fluff)

A glimpse into a domestic morning with Ted, before a serious conversation ensues.

Headcanons/Drabbles

showering with ted

random HC about Ted taking care of you while you’re drunk, plus non-alcohol related domestic dad!Ted

Ted + your baby bump HC’s

Ted + books/reading HC’s

power outage with Ted & Henry

waking up next to Ted

Ted + your newborn baby girl HC’s

Ted comforting you when you’re hurt, sick, and sad.

giving Ted a blowjob

reader is worried Ted misses his old family, and he reassures her he doesn’t

Ted and reader on a break HCs

Ted and reader doing yoga HCs

being a couch potato with Ted HCs

giving ted a blowjob to help him relax HCs

reader snaps at Ted after a bad day

cockwarming with ted

Ted + reader w/ a stomachache HCs

reader sitting in Ted’s lap while he fingers her

ted & panty sniffing x reader

Multi-part Fics

Mild Misunderstandings (angst/fluff)

A stressful week begins to take its toll on you and Ted.

part one

part two

Lover’s Exploration (smut)

Ted takes interest in a previous sexual encounter you bring up, and wants to try it.

part one

part two (coming soon!!)

Prompt List Works

I don’t know how much longer I could’ve taken this..

-Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader——————-

One Shots

Taking Care (smut)

After a long two weeks of quickies, you and Jason find time to play with a new buttplug you ordered.

Riding Dirty (smut)

You ride Jason for the first time.

Quality Time (fluff)

When Jason gets injured, you spend some quality time with the kids.

Headcanons/Drabbles

jason eating reader out HCs

jason + praise kink + riding (nsfw)

Prompt List Works

wait, don’t go.. please..

breaking down mid-hug because they just needed it so much

-Kinktober 2023------

Mirror Sex (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)

Phone Sex (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

Breeding Kink (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)

Overstimulation (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)

Pregnancy Kink (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

Gentle Femdom (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

Bondage/Edging/Toys Night (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)

Surprise kink!!! (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

[slothmeters]

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.

[ktchie]

" 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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Not Just A Girl - Chapter 9 // Jason Sudeikis x Reader

A/N: I was originally going to do a “fade to black” situation here but you guys have been so lovely on your feedback to this story that I figured you deserved some smut, as a treat.

Warnings: smut

You wake up to a steady chirping noise – a steady loud chirping noise. Even through the closed door – and now a pillow over your head – you can hear the insistent alert. You groan. You were having such a lovely dream.

After several cycles it is clear to you that the noise isn’t going to stop. You flip the pillow off your head groggily. Dear Lord what time is it? You check your phone so see it is a little past two in the morning. Is that Jason’s alarm already? Surely he isn’t sleeping through that irritating noise. You pull yourself out of bed and stumble to the door to investigate. You call out as you walk into the hallway. “Jason?”

Jason opens his door a moment later, still adjusting his clothes. Sweatpants? Interesting choice. Judging by his curious expression the source of the noise is not his alarm. “Hey?” He adds a question mark to the end. Clearly still half asleep.

The steady chirp-beat-chirp-beat-chirp pattern sounds louder now while you are standing out in the hallway. There is a delay and the chirping patterns starts again. You hug your arms at your waist, trying not to sound as tired as you feel. “What is that noise? Is that your alarm?”

“No…” Jason tilts his head during the next delay and then breaks into laughter when he sources the noise. “Oh hell. It’s the smoke detector. Must be the batteries.”

“…You’re kidding me.”

While he is turned to look up at the ceiling you note that his shirt is on inside out. A hastily thrown on article of clothing? You didn’t need to put on any clothes on my account, Jason. Why again were you sleeping in the guest room? He spins and is off down the hallway to the kitchen. “Hang on. I think I’ve got some batteries somewhere.”

The smoke detector is still merrily chirping away. It’s always the middle of the night when such things happen. You’re in a full blown giggle fit when he returns, batteries in hand and a chair in tow.

“The joys of owning your own place. No front desk to call for such things.” You move to hold the chair steady while Jason installs the batteries. He reaches up to tend to the device and his shirt pulls up revealing some of his well-defined torso. Your fingers immediately send a request to your brain expressing their desire: Must touch! To maintain control you grip the chair a little more firmly than needed until Jason once again stands on the floor beside you. With the batteries changed the both of you stand in wait, watching the device to make sure it doesn’t sound off again.

That’s when the next unit down the hall starts to chirp, sending you into a fresh wave of laughter. Jason holds out his hand, holding the extra batteries out to you. “Your turn.”

Still laughing, you palm the batteries from him and slide the chair down underneath the next unit. “Please tell me there aren’t any more of these things. Unless you have more batteries somewhere?” Jason hasn’t dropped his hand and it dawns on you that he’s waiting to help you step up onto the seat of the chair. Standing in the chair you consider the detector a moment. You hadn’t been watching when he had pulled the other one down from the ceiling. You bite your lip and take a random guess that it unscrews from a mounted base.

You can hear Jason laugh quietly over the chirps. “I’ve never seen someone concentrate so hard while changing batteries in a smoke detector.”

“I wasn’t watching to see how you did it.” You admit sheepishly. The unit finally clicks loose and you are able to pop out the old batteries. Oh sweet silence.

“Oh?”

You pause after pushing one of the new batteries into place to look down at him. He has taken up a stance just off and behind your right shoulder. “Yes. I got distracted – oh hush.” Ignoring his merriment, you press the second battery in next to the first and you stretch to twist the detector back into place. “This is really your area you know. Shorter people don’t normally mess with things on the ceiling. Particularly not in the middle of the night.” You fiddle with the old batteries in your hands while you wait, anticipating another alarm sounding off but nothing happens.

“Figured you’d want to participate since it did rouse you from bed. Anyway - you’re doing just fine.”

His voice dips slightly with the word fine which sends a shiver down your spine. “Well I do know how to install batteries.” … I know how to install batteries? Good job on screening thoughts before they tumble from your mouth.

Jasonholds out his arms to help you off the chair. His hands slide up from your waist to grip just below your arms as you step down. Once you’ve settled onto the floor he waits a beat before releasing you.

Apparently the pair of you are going to see who drives the other crazy first. Even considering your stubbornness you’re a lingering gaze away from cracking your resolve.

Jason scoops up the kitchen chair and takes the old batteries from you to dispose of them. You start to go back to the guest room and then pause. He is lost in thought when he reappears from the kitchen, one had running through the hair on the back of his head. When he notices you still standing in the hallway he smiles. “We should be good now – it’s safe to go back to bed.”

You nod and let him pass you by with a softly repeated goodnight. You stop in the doorway to the guest room. Oh come on, out with it. This is ridiculous. You take a breath. “Jason?” You wait until he turns and makes eye contact before continuing. “Are we really going to sleep like this until I go back to LA?” You wave both your hands towards the opposing rooms.

“Are we? If that’s what you want. It’s completely up to you.” Jason slowly walks back towards you while he speaks as though you’d startle and run.

Him. You want him.

“Well then –” You exhale and smile up at him now that he is within arm’s reach. You hook your hands behind his neck and pull him into a kiss. Lip locked, you take a step back to draw him with you backwards into the guest bedroom. Thank goodness your bag is off towards the sidewall. Now is not the time to stumble over things.

“I’ve got you.” He chuckles when you emit a squeak upon backing into the bed. You’d lost track of your progress into the room. After following you into the bed he peels you out of your pants while his lips migrate their attentions down towards your collar.

Your hands have once again find their way behind his neck and you finger the tag that hangs from his collar. Hmm. Too many pieces of clothing are still in play. “Your shirt is on inside out, by the way.”

He pauses sucking at your neck to sit back and pull the collar of his shirt away from his body slightly to examine it. “Is it? Um, well – easily solved.” He snatches the back of his shirt just over his shoulder and pulls it off over his head. He starts to turn the shirt right side out and push his arms back through.

Ever the comedian.

When you take it from him to toss it aside you mutter, “Don’t you dare…”

Your brain is in sensory overload. Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined that Jason Sudeikis would have you pinned to the bed, his lips and hands exploring your body. Ok, scratch that, this is exactly what you imagined in your wildest dreams. But those had been just fantasies. You never thought that you’d ever end up coming to know the man, let alone end up beneath him.

After getting you out of your pants so quickly he had taken his sweet time removing your tank top and finally your underwear. Thus far you’ve been careful not to leave any love bites but if he continues to nip at your skin you’ll be happy to give him the same treatment – let him worry about explaining it on set. Jason has worked his way back up to your collar bone. He apparently really enjoys the sounds you make when his lips massage the areas around your neck. Dear Lord Jase, you’re prolonging this to the point it is borderline torture.

Jason stops in the middle of kissing you and stares at you. Did you just say that last thought aloud? It takes you a second to not sound completely out of breath. “Um… what?”

He shakes his head, unable to dim the giant smile plastered on his face. “Nothing. I – I’m happy. Am I not allowed to smile?”

Your body is one giant mass of frustration and he’s stopping to smile at you. But God, what a beautiful smile it is. You manipulate your hips to remind him of the circumstances and he chuckles – an interesting sensation with your bodies pressed together as they are. He shifts away from you to reach towards the bedside table. “Jason? Looking for something?” You’re starting to laugh from his odd behavior.

He pauses, looking momentarily perplexed. “Oh… right. Guest bedroom. Hang on.” He moves to get out of bed and then changes his mind and leans back to you. He gives you a quick peck, hesitates, and kisses you again with a little more force before getting up. “Don’t. Move.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him dash out of the room in nothing but his underwear. You can hear him crashing around his room before a dim light reflects down the hallway. God if he hurts himself… “Jason? Are you okay?”

“What?” He calls back.

You’re sitting up now. “Whatever you’re doing. Can’t it wait?” Are you really begging him for sex? This is slightly embarrassing. Under the sheet you pull your knees up towards your torso and press your fingertips to the space between your eyebrows.

With your eyes closed you hadn’t realized that Jason had reappeared in the doorway. You jump when he speaks. “I wanted to make sure the alarm was set loud enough on my phone and… well – the way things are going – no. It couldn’t.”

Now you’re even more embarrassed. Jesus. Where was your head? You were so focused on instant gratification that you’d blocked out everything else. Jason still had to work in the morning and all you were thinking about was getting him into bed with you. Ok it has been awhile – a very long while – for you but that’s no excuse. How early was his call time? “Ah – right…”

The bed shifts with the added weight as Jason rejoins you. He pulls your hand away from your face and kisses your palm. “Darling, please don’t hide from me…” He starts to massage his thumb into your palm while he waits for you to respond.

“Not hiding, per se – embarrassed.” Your cheeks are burning. You’re either going to die of embarrassment or unsated tension. Your body hasn’t quite decided yet.

You look up to see Jason nodding with his eyes slowly working their way down the exposed part of your body, following the blush as it extends over your skin. “I can see that.”

Unsated tension just gained the upper hand.

His eyes meet yours again and he starts to get up out of the bed. Before he releases the hand he had been massaging you use it to snag his fingers. “Now where are you going?”

He is caught, half standing. He blinks at you. “Um, to put on something more than my pants? You – um? I’m confused.” He allows you to pull him back so he is seated on the bed again.

You shift to tuck your legs beneath you and move up onto your knees, letting the sheet fall down onto the bed. “Darling –” you lean forward to lightly brush your lips against his. “Embarrassment doesn’t equal doubt. And you don’t need clothing right now - you’re not even going to need your pants soon.”

When you pull away again Jason gives you an approving nod, “Is now a weird time for me to tell that I find it incredibly sexy when you call me darling?"

All you can do is laugh.

He cups your face in his hands and brings his lips down to yours. The kiss was slow and tender, both taking your time.

You surrendered yourself to that kiss, releasing all the sexual tension that came out of that night. You both seemed to hold onto each other as if your lives depended on it. The kiss became more and more heated and you stopped to breathe only when the burning of your lungs became unbearable. eyes unconsciously went to the bed. Jason was trying to think, but that became increasing more difficult with each passing second. He thought about what had happened that night with the smoke detectors, what you'd said about staying in the guest room for the rest of your time here. He thought about all that might have been that night, how he might have preferred to have a decorated room and a candlelit dinner, something more romantic to accompany this, but you were together and that's all that mattered.

Your heart was racing. You could tell something had shifted within him—the look in his eyes, the way he touched you, it was different. It was more intense, more connected, more passionate, just more. You knew at that moment he wasn't going to stop where this was going and you knew that you weren’t going to stop this either.

Jason broke the kiss. He looked into your eyes and searched for any sign of hesitation. He saw nothing but passion and pure longing. The sight of your naked body sent such an intense surge of lust through his body that he wondered how it was possible that he thought staying in the guest room was a good idea. He kissed your lips briefly before moving his mouth to your neck through the valley between your breasts and further down until he was kneeling in front of you. Your eyes met briefly before he ran his tongue over your folds, teasing you, and causing you to throw your head back and moan.

As he was doing this, you took the opportunity to hook your legs behind his back and pull him towards you. Jason, still on his knees, obliged your silent request and positioned himself between your legs. He kissed you again, this time it was neither tender nor slow. Your hands worked on the buttons of Jason’s shirt, desperate to feel his naked skin against yours. Jason made himself useful by taking off his sweats. He was just as desperate as you to feel your naked skin against his. You lay back onto the bed pulling Jason on top of you. He discarded his sweats off to the side.

Jason took the time to worship every inch of your body. He loved the way you moaned when he kissed the spot on your neck just over your pulse. He loved the way you whimpered when he ran his mouth and his hands over your breasts. He loved how you impatiently writhed underneath him, grinding against his already rock hard erection, in search of a release. He hovered over you and looked directly in your eyes. “You're beautiful," was all he could say.

"I want you," was all you could say.

He smirked and found your lips again. He brought you into a heated kiss that only left you wanting more. You made a move to remove his boxers, the last piece of clothing separating them, but jason stopped you. “Not yet," he whispered.

Before you had a chance to question his motives, Jason launched a full assault on your senses. He was kissing you with renewed intensity and his hands were suddenly everywhere at once. He was determined to get you off at least a couple of times before you got to the main act.

Jason rolled you both over positioning your lithe, naked body on top of his. He let his hands slide over your form reveling in the smoothness of your skin. Keeping one hand on the swell of your ass, he brought his other hand to the base of your neck and pulled you down for a feverish kiss. He ran his fingers through your hair massaging your scalp and willing your body to relax—to surrender to everything but him and the pleasure he was going to give you. Without reducing any of the passion or intensity, he purposefully slowed the tempo of kiss. While you were kissing him senseless, he moved his hands to the back of your thighs gently pulling them apart so that you had one knee on either side of him. He then put his hands on your hips and began guiding you up and down over his shaft.

You were so lost in his kisses that you didn't realize the position Jason had you in. Suddenly, it wasn't just the sensation of his warm mouth that was driving you mad. Even with his boxers still on, you could feel every bit of his hardened cock. Your instincts immediately took over and it was no longer necessary for Jason to guide your hips up and down. you remained locked in that kiss, your arms positioned over his shoulders as he leveraged your body up and down over his. Jason was more than willing to let you use his body to pleasure yourself. He himself was lost in the kiss while his hands had free range over your smooth, perfect skin. When your body began to speed up over him, he knew you were close and he put those skilled hands to work. He, not so gently, grabbed your ass and began thrusting his hips in tandem with yours. You sat up, exposing your upper torso to jason’s hungry eyes. You hated to break the kiss, but your body was desperate for a release and you needed to focus all your energy and attention to what your lower half was doing. You closed your eyes and threw your head back while continuing to rub against jason. He took that opportunity to latch his mouth onto your left breast while fondling your right breast with his hand all the while continuing to grind against you. It was all the added stimulation you needed and within seconds, your body was convulsing with euphoric energy. It took all of his self control not to come with you especially since you called out his name over and over as you rode out your orgasm in his arms.

Exhausted, you collapsed against him, completely blissed out. He kissed your head and laid you gently on the mattress. He could still feel your body pulsating and before you had the chance to catch your breath, he began stimulating you again. He moved off the bed and, being sure not to break eye contact, he pushed his boxers down exposing his still very erect cock. You grinned at the sight of his beautiful, strong, body while still trying to gain control of your breathing. Seeing Jason naked and obviously turned on was not helping matters. Nor did it help when he moved his body over yours. With his arms extended on either side of you, Jason hovered over you, your bodies would not have been touching at all save for the fact that the tip of his very hard and very eager cock was pushing against your lower stomach. You licked your lips drawing jason’s attention to your mouth before reaching down to stroke him. Jason let out a grateful moan before letting his body fall gently on yours, naked flesh against naked flesh. The kiss was heated from the beginning as you both reveled in the feeling the other completely naked.

Although loving the feeling of your hand on his cock, he reluctantly pried your fingers off him. He needed to slow things down a bit or he would never last until he was inside you. In your eagerness to give him some pleasure of your own, you attempted to grasp him again but he slyly moved away. Kneeling between your legs, Jason took a moment to appreciate the view of your naked body. He flashed you a smirk before pushing a finger into your wet folds. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a breathy moan. You began to move against his hand and he watched in awe as your body writhed in pleasure. He expertly moved his fingers inside you, circling your clit with his thumb. Not being able to resist, he dipped his head down to taste you as you lay gripping the sheets and calling out his name between moans of pleasure. It wasn't long before you were nearing your peak once again, at which point Jason redoubled his efforts employing the use of his fingers and his very talented tongue. Your body shook with the effects of your second orgasm of the night. Jason, once again, stopped to enjoy the view. Seconds after your body stopped shaking, Jason was leaning over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom.

You watched in wonder as he opened the package and placed the condom over the tip of his throbbing cock. Jason paused and your eyes met for a moment. He then took your hand in his and kissed it lovingly before bringing it down to his other hand, the one holding the condom over his cock. He wanted to let you know that it was still your decision—that they could stop now if you wanted to. You didn't. You eased your hand down and covered him with the latex. Much to Jason's pleasure, you slid your hand over him a few more times than necessary to ensure the condom was in place.

Jason gently moved your hands off him and hovered over you once more. He kissed you softly before positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. He teased the wetness of your folds causing you to instinctively spread your legs further apart and pulling him closer. You tried to look down between them, but with a knowing hand, Jason tilted your head back so you were facing him.

"Look at me, Baby. Keep your eyes on me," was his gentle command.

You nodded. "Ok," you answered obediently.

Jason distracted you with a slow, languid kiss before he gently pushed the head of his cock into you. You moaned in pleasure and expressed her gratitude by responding more vigorously to Jason's kisses. After a few seconds, Logan pulled out and thrust in more deeply. You gave a surprised whimper and Jason could felt your body immediately tense.

"Sshhh, it's ok," he comforted. "I'm right here. Relax."

You tried to do just that. He unclenched your muscles and moved your legs further apart. "I'm ok," you assured him.

Jason kissed her lips and stroked your face He pulled back and spent a few seconds rubbing himself over your folds. you momentarily forgot about any discomfort and reveled in the pleasant sensations he was eliciting. You knew he was holding back for you and while you appreciated it, you wanted to know the feeling of having him completely inside of you.

"It's ok, Jason. I'm ready," you whispered.

Jason once again pushed into you. He moved slowly careful not to cause you any more discomfort than necessary. He based his actions on your reaction to him. Whenever he felt your muscles begin to relax, he push in a little deeper. He knew he was near the barrier and his body was fighting a losing battle. He needed to be inside you. With one more loving kiss and one last reassuring look, he thrust completely into her. He looked into your eyes and you heard him whispering sweet nothings.

"It's ok, baby. Look at me. I'm right here." He grunted as he continued to move inside of you. "You're so beautiful,". You're so amazing," he whispered between thrusts.

His sweet whispers made your heart swell with emotion and you began to move with him. Feeling her respond to him was all Jason needed. His thrusts became less slow and less gentle and your dull ache turned into an pleasurable one. You hooked your right leg over his back allowing Jason to plow deeper into you which succeeded in pushing Jason past his breaking point. You wrapped her arms around his neck and in breathy whispers, encouraged him to let his body have what it so desperately wanted.

"I've wanted this for so long, Jason" you confided. "Just let go, baby. I'm not going to be far behind you."

With that, Jason's body completely took over. He pumped wildly into your willing body. He moaned out your name at the feeling of you clenching around him, feeling your third orgasm of the night build up around him. He tried to be careful when collapsing on top of you. You could feel the violent beating of his heart as he lay motionless on top of you. After a few seconds, Jason rolled you on your sides so he wasn't crushing you with his weight. He looked into your eyes and could manage nothing but a euphoric smile. There were no words to express what he felt at that moment, you happily laid there staring at each other until their breathing returned to a normal pace. Jason then kissed you softly. He wanted to say something beautiful and meaningful, something you'd always remember.

"Hi," was all he could come up with.

"Hi, Jason" you responded with an equally euphoric smile on your face.

He brushed your hair off your face and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose before reluctantly getting out of bed to dispose of the condom. He peaked his head back in, "Be right back." Before you can even comprehend what he means, you hear him making all sorts of noise in what sounds like the kitchen. What on earth? He retuns with bottled waters, a Snickers bar, and a bag of peanut M&Ms. He then grabs bag of chocolate covered espresso beans he'd brought you earlier that night and deposited everything on the nightstand.

"Wow. That's quite the spread you got there."

Jason climbed into bed and immediately pulled you into his arms.

"Well, I figured I couldn't go wrong with chocolate" answered Jason

"You figured correctly." You say snuggling into his side.

"Ok,. M&Ms or espresso beans?"

"Or? Don't you mean And?" you said playfully.

Jason laughed. "Of course." The two of you sat up in bed laughing and talking about nothing in particular as Jason fed you the M&Ms and espresso beans. After some nagging from you about his early morning start you both finally settled in to get some sleep.

"You ok?" asked Jason as you laid your head on his bare chest.

"I'm perfect," you answered yawning. It had been a very long day.

Jason kissed your head and engulfed you in his arms. The night hadn't turned out exactly how he planned— but he was falling asleep with you in his arms and it was the most perfect moment of his life.

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A steady beeping wakes you. You mutter into the pillow. “Uugggh. Oh hell, not again…”

“That’s not the smoke detectors, That’s my alarm.” Jason's reply is muffled because he is talking into the side of his arm. You laugh and wriggle your body further into his. Best. Trip. Abroad. Ever. Traveling around with the cast during the filming of All Your Monsters was great but this is something completely different. Maybe it is just the company you’re keeping.

You’re remarkably well rested considering all the interruptions to your sleep schedule. You can feel Jason roll in the bed just before he wraps his arm over your midsection. His breath on your neck gives you goose bumps. “I should get up for work.”

You are enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against yours but the unrelenting noise of the alarm prevents you from falling back asleep. “Did you get any sleep?”

“Enough.” He takes a deep breath. “Ok. I’m getting up now. Getting up to go to work.”

“And to turn off that alarm?” You wait but he doesn’t move. “Would it help if I got up too?” You let the question hang and are met with silence. You sit up and his arm falls down into your lap. You prod him, “Well?”

“I’m thinking….” He is smiling and keeping his eyes closed as though that will forestall the day. “Debatable.”

You scoot from his grasp to get out of bed. After plucking a shirt and some underwear from your bag you peek back over at the bed. Jason has shifted only slightly but you’re happy to see that he at least has his eyes open now.

“Right. So are you going to get up to turn off that alarm or am I going to have to accidentally make a phone call at an ungodly hour in the morning?” You’d much rather jump back into bed with him but you know that is impractical. Rather than tempt yourself by watching him get out of bed you make your way into his room to search out and silence his alarm. You call out to him moments before sighting the phone laying where he had apparently tossed it onto the haphazardly arranged sheets on his bed. “Where is your phone? Oh…”

Jason finds you examining the lock screen of his phone – a beautiful shot of a London sunrise. He tosses his shirt and sweatpants into his laundry bin before reaching around you to slide his finger over the screen and pressing the sequence to unlock his phone and then silence the alarm. The picture that you are now greeted with is of you - one that he captured from one of the first few days you spent with him in LA. He kisses your temple before smiling down at the picture. “Maybe we can update that this week.”

You carefully place his phone on the side table before turning to swat him towards the bathroom. “Maybe. Now go shower – I’ll make you some coffee? Tea? If you have time - maybe some sort of breakfast depending on what you have in the kitchen…”

He pauses just before entering the bathroom to look back at you, surveying your attire head to foot. “If you’ll be making breakfast dressed like that I may need to supervise.”

Right. You’re still in a shirt and underwear. Funny how he makes you forget such things. You shake your head at him. “Jason. Shower. Supervise tomorrow if you feel so inclined.”

Jason takes a few steps into the bathroom, doing a slight shuffle when his bare feet hit the apparently cold tile floor. "Wouldn’t you like to join me?“

Yes. But no. That would be counterproductive. If you stand there too much longer you’ll lose your willpower to stay out of the shower. Maybe if you put on pants, or he puts on more clothes, or both… Or if he would stop almost-dancing about the bathroom. You shake your head. "I’ll shower after you leave. Is that a yes or no to caffeine? Breakfast?” You don’t wait for his reply, turning to head to the kitchen.

Jason's voice echoes to you from the bathroom just before you hear the water for the shower being turned on. “They’ll have something there, probably. But – yes to coffee. Yes. Please!”

The coffee machine appears to require special packets in order to make coffee. While searching the cabinets you stumble upon a French press and a bag of pre-ground coffee, opting for the simpler method rather than continuing the quest for the packets. While the water heats in the kettle on the stove you retrieve your phone from the guest bedroom, straightening the bed sheets and picking up your discarded clothing. You start back to the kitchen and then do a u-turn while muttering to yourself. “Pants. Pants would be good.” 

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Sleeping Sudeikis- a mini fanfic

I've been getting into writing more fanfiction recently, and I wrote this one last night. Hope you like it. It's also on AO3. Here's the link, if you want: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56765833

It wasn't often that you woke up before him. You were always the one to sleep late, fighting to stay in bed just a little bit longer, while he tried to drag you out of it to get breakfast or go to work. Today was a rare day. Jason was still asleep, practically dead to the world. One of his arms was out stretched under the pillows you both were using, the other lay heavy across your stomach, because even in sleep he has to hold you. You would never complain about that. You liked that he always had you within arm’s reach, to hold your hand, or hug you at a moment's notice, or pull you in for a kiss. You would never dare complain about him giving you affection. You felt loved in those moments. And just for a second the world stopped and you were the only two people existing. It never got old. Right now, you were the only two in the room. The sound of birds chirping and Jason's breathing were all that you could hear. The sun was coming in through the crack in the curtains, but it might as well have still been night because you weren't leaving this bed for a long time. Not while he was still perfectly asleep.

You laid still, just watching him. Taking in every freckle across his nose and cheeks, his long eyelashes, and the few days growth of his beard, because you finally convinced him to stop shaving. It was a waste of time, money and effort. You liked his beard, you missed it. The feel of it against your skin when he tucked his head into the crook of your neck, or the backs of your fingers and the palm of your hand when you caressed his cheek in a moment of reassurance, or when he trailed soft kisses down your body to your thighs when he wanted to make you feel beautiful. Jason made sure that you never doubted his attraction to you. Whatever negative thoughts you might have had about yourself quickly died when he looked at you with his hazel eyes. Those eyes. You would commit crimes for this man if he gave you the right look. That perfect mix of green and brown you had burned into your mind. So expressive, soft and warm, they made you melt into a puddle when he smiled. Even thinking about it makes you smile, makes you want to wake him to see them. But you let him sleep, he'll wake up when he's ready. For now, you just wanted to keep enjoying him.

You lifted your free hand to run it gently through his hair, gorgeous and thick. A mess of dark brown hair greying at the sides. A silver fox in the making. It only served to make him more attractive to you. As much as you wished he wouldn't dye it as much, you understood why he did. But during the times when the greys were showing through, you never stopped telling him how much you loved them. It wasn't a lie, you wouldn't lie about that. But there were some insecurities he was dealing with, tied to his body, that he needed to work through and you were more than happy, ready, and willing to be there to work through it with him. To you, Jason was the most beautiful man on the planet. To you, he was perfect.

Your hand trailed from his hair down the back of his neck, your fingers then ghosting over the curve of his ear and to his jaw, careful not to wake him. Your hand moved back up to the top of his forehead, tracing a path down, following the slope of his nose to ghost over his lips. Many sinful thoughts came to your head about that nose, how it rubbed against you just right whenever he decided he wanted to live between your legs. And those lips, forever soft like they had never had a chapped day in their life. But behind them was his tongue. That man and his tongue are a dangerous combination and he knew it. Jason wielded it like a weapon to tease and taunt you, to make you squirm and delight you. To bring you to the point of ecstasy where you can't remember your name. But you would always remember his. It wouldn't leave your lips.

You kept making lines and patterns over his skin down his arm, trying to touch every freckle and mole you could see, passing the time until he woke up. His eyebrows twitched a little at some of the touches, like he was realising that someone else was with him. His eyes soon started to flutter open. It took him a few seconds to fully wake up, collecting his thoughts as he saw you still snuggled up next to him.

‘Hi.’ Jason's voice was a little rough from not having spoken or had anything to drink since last night. To be honest, when his voice was like this, it was pretty sexy to hear.

‘Morning.’ You replied, still tracing patterns back up his arm. Your voice was the same, in all this time you've been awake you hadn't made a sound until now. There wasn't a reason to, no need to break the peace and quiet with an unneeded sound.

‘Is it still morning?’ He pulls you in a little tighter, closing whatever distance had been made during sleep. You look at your watch, curious to the time as well.

‘Only just.’ Only just being eleven thirty. You both had slept fairly late. Although, there was no reason to get up today. No work to do, no commitments to keep, no kids to wrangle. It was a day just for the two of you to share.

‘How long have you been awake?’ Jason knew it couldn't have been long as you hadn't even wiped the sleep from your eyes yet.

‘Don't know… Don't care.’ It was true, you didn't care. You were happy to just lie there and commit his face to memory like you do every time you wake up first. And he knew that's what you were doing.

‘Like what you see?’ A smirk formed at his lips. He already knew the answer. It was the same answer you gave him every time he caught you staring at him and he asked you that question. He just wanted to hear you say it again.

‘Always.’ His smirk turned into a full blown smile at that word, and his puppy dog eyes came out in full force to make you melt into his arms even more ‘You know what I'm going to ask though?’

‘You want to stay in bed a little bit longer.’ It wasn't a question, and the truth was he didn't want to leave either. Why would he ever want to leave the comfort of a nice warm bed as his girlfriend lay next to him in his arms? Only an idiot would do that on a day like this.

‘I don't want to lose this moment.’ Jason leaned over to kiss you softly at that response. The first of many to come, that was for sure. Starting them off tender and sweet while warming up for more playful and passionate ones later. He was going to take his time with you today, but for now he wanted to let you have this moment of complete blissful peace.

‘We won't lose it.’ He gave you another kiss, his nose rubbing against yours a little when he breaks it and smiles at the feeling it brings him. ‘I love you.’ He brought you to lay your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around you, taking a few deep breaths to take it all in and savour the memory. You left a few kisses on his chest and neck before you said the four words he was waiting to hear back.

‘I love you too.’

[babyspiderling]

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?”

[cevans-is-classic]

happy birthday bby!! have the best day! 💕

could i get either jason sudeikis with 4 - “Are you stoned?” “Does it matter?” or if you’d rather do one of his characters ted with 20 - "Oh God i'm in love with and idiot." "You're stuck with me now." either or

i hope 28 is your best year yet!! ☺️

18+ only, please. Drug use — mild sexual content.

His hand trailed down your side, fingers catching the waist of your pants. He taps along to the beat, one tap, two tap. Your body sways side to aids as he pulls you with him.

The music is muffled, drowned out by screaming fans and static speakers.

His hand dipped lower hovering over the curve of your ass before moving back to your waist.

"Kiss me." He turns to look at you a smile stretching across his face.

"Yeah?"

His eyes are red, squinting, his smile the right side of lopsided, "Yeah."

"Are you stoned?"

"Does it matter?" His grin turns loose, eyebrow twitching as he leans into you.

You hum, "Lots of PDA Mr. Sudeikis. You're touchy when you're high."

He turns you until your chest is pressing to his and his can brush his lips over your ear, "I want to touch just as bad when I'm sober."

You shiver.

"I wanna join you." You whisper.

Jason's eyes darken, "Follow me, Baby."

Squeezing between the bodies around you felt like a maze. Ducking before hitting one person and swerving to avoid another. The whole time Jason's fingers stay on your hip, tugging you with him.

Every few steps he'll stop dip down and kiss the air out of your lungs. When you crash through the exit he pulls you back to him.

The kiss is quick, all teeth and spit as you cling to him. You feel him shifting, hands patting down his pockets.

"Here." You step back.

You part your lips to let him slide the pen in, "Tell me when."

"Now." He clicks the pen, and you inhale.

It's pretty short, but I'm also very high, and this felt real 🤣🤣 I hope you enjoy it and feel free to ask for more

[readergf]

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

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

[calzone-d]

Kinktober Day 1- Mirror Sex (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)

aaaand here's day one! enjoy! also ps it's actually me in this clip talking to jason. he found me and we got married last weekend. go ahead and call me cal sudeikis.

pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader

word count: 1410

warnings: unprotected sex (bc sometimes it's hard to write the condom in, guys), mirror sex obviously, fingering, bad words

a/n: pumped this out for you guys before bed. obviously it is mirror sex and obviously it is rpf so if that bothers you just scroll. if it bothers you then you may unfortunately be on the wrong blog.

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 Jason’s lips are hot and wet as they travel between your shoulder and neck. Every few kisses he nips at your skin, making your breath hitch. His hand slides over your figure clad in lingerie that you haven’t even worn for twenty minutes yet. You were admiring your figure in the mirror and Jason busted in on you before you could make your way to him. 

  You’re in between his thighs, facing the new mirror propped against the wall. Jason’s cock is as hard as a rock beneath you, and the more he teases you, the more you need it. His ankles are hooked around yours, prying your legs open.

 “Look at you, honey.. Since when did you get so desperate?”, he teased. His words were followed by the warmth of his hand grazing the inside of your thigh. The other hand was splayed across your abdomen to keep you close.

“Shut u- ohh”, you let out a squeak as the pad of his pointer finger taps against your clit over the thin fabric. The action has you bucking your hips, searching for any friction to calm your hasty mind.

“Yeah? Tell me ‘bout it, sweet girl..”, Jason’s mouth was pressed to the shell of your ear. The words he spoke were low and you could feel him smirk against you as he stroked the backs of his fingers over the fabric covering your soaked pussy.

“It’s…”, with every stroke he added a bit more pressure. “Need more, Jase..”. He’d teased you so much that your mind was focused on one thing- sitting on his thick cock. The week was busy for you both, and instead of getting right to the point Jason seemed to have a different plan. 

His left hand left its spot on your abdomen to cup the back of your head. Until now, your head had been thrown back on his shoulder, eyes closed and head spinning. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head foward. Your eyes met his in the mirror and it only fueled the fire burning inside you. Those strong arms wrapped around you, thighs flexing as he used them to hold your legs open… you were so far gone you barely registered his command. 

“Keep your eyes on the mirror.. You stop, I stop.”

At this point you would’ve sold your soul for him to fill you. Your pussy was soaked and the fabric of your lingerie had taken the brunt of it. Jason stared into your eyes, expecting an answer. 

“Oh.. okay. M’kay, just please-” you grunted and bucked your hips to chase his fingers again. 

He lovingly shook his head and slid his fingertips under the damp fabric. 

“So wet, honey.. So sticky..” you felt his cock throb against your ass as he spoke. His fingertips gathered your arousal and continued stroking over your clit. He knew this was one of the worst ways to tease you. The minimal friction was enough to turn you on, but not enough to satisfy you.

Two of his slick fingertips pressed gently into you and finally provided you with some relief. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your teeth dug into your bottom lip as he worked them into you. The pleasure was almost too much, almost enough to make you close your eyes again but you knew he would stop if you did. The fabric seemed to irritate him with how constricting it was so he was quick to pull it apart at the buttons over your crotch and expose your pussy to the cool air. Before you could react, his two fingers sunk back into you and prodded around to find the spot he knew would make you fall apart.

The tips of his long fingers rocked against the spongy spot inside you, and he knew he was there. He knew you so well by now. The way your moans raised an octave, the way your jaw dropped, the way you began to meet his thrusts.. “Oh- right there, huh? There you go, baby…” 

“Jase.. Oh..I-”

“I know, hun. You’re okay.. Feels good don’t it?” He pulled you closer into him and began kissing at your ear. The image of the two of you in the mirror only added to the pleasure you felt. You hadn’t really watched yourself have sex before, but the image of him wrapped around you with his fingers working in and out of your dripping hole was another level of intimate. Sexy, too. 

Jason’s fingers slipped out of you and he shimmied backwards so he could slip his boxers off. His cock was an angry red, dripping and begging to be inside you. 

“Wanna watch, Jase..please?”, your words brought a dirty smirk to his face. 

“That’s the plan, hun.. C’mere” he pulled you on top of his strong thighs and you barely had time to register his tip prodding your folds before he was lowering you down onto him. It felt so good to finally be full of him. His cock was so thick, so warm, and you began to pant as you situated yourself in an attempt to get all of him inside you. 

Your eyes were glued to the sight beneath you, and you hadn’t even bothered looking in the mirror yet. A quick slap to your swollen clit grabbed your attention, though.

“Look, baby..”, Jason murmured while his hips slowly worked his cock into you. “Takin’ me so good.. S’meant for you, isnt it?”

You felt like you were in a daze as you took in the sight. The way your head was nodding at his words barely even registered in your brain. His blunt nails were digging into your thighs and he didn’t let up when you began grinding and bouncing on top of him. Your wetness began to gather at the base of his cock. A few drops fell onto the bed beneath you and the sounds it made as his cock plunged into you were filthy. It felt like you were being attacked from all of the sensations. You felt his hands on you as they roamed your skin and tugged at your nipples. His grunts and murmured praise went right to your pussy and you clenched around him at every sound he made. The bedroom smelled like sex, and you felt a sense of pride knowing that the love and desire you two shared did that. 

“Fuck- that’s it, honey.. Want to watch you- hmm- cum on my cock.. I know you’re almost there, sweet girl…” and it was true. The way you breath hitched and your pussy spasmed was nothing new to him. Jason knew your body inside and out, and he knew you were about to have a fucking intense orgasm. The pads of his fingers pressed firmly against your clit and began to rub tiny circles against it. It only took you showing him how you take care of yourself one time for him to learn how you liked it- how you needed it.

Your words began to bleed into moans and grunts as you climbed the hill of pleasure. You knew it would be a fast descent. 

“Oh, Jase.. I-... It’s so… fuck!”, it was no use. He kept his rhythm as you continued to babble and you could barely make out his strangled grunts through your moans. 

Your pussy milked his cock as you tipped over the edge of your orgasm. It was intense- toes curling, eyes closing, mind numbing… all of the best things about an orgasm taken to the max. 

Jason pulled you down more forcefully as he thrusted a few more times before burying himself deep in you. The throbbing of his cock was palpable and you whimpered at the sight of his balls tensing and releasing with each spurt of cum that painted your walls. Within seconds, it had began to leak out of you. 

Jason shuddered when he pulled his spent cock out of you, and wasted no time pulling you back so that he could cradle you in his arms. One of your hands grabbed at his forearm while the other took hold of his bicep, keeping him close. Your breath came out in short pants as you came down from the high of your orgasm. Jason planted kisses all over your face and hair while his own chest heaved. 

“That was… it was fucking good, babe.” you murmured with a dopey smile.

“Was all you, hun. All you..” he breathed. 

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[daydreamgoddess14]

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Jason Sudeikis / Reader List

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[kibades]

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

[mrs-dr-reid]

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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[believesthings]

The inspiration invitation // Jason sudeikis x famous reader

As a joke, you started to separate your songs into two folders: love songs for Jason and sexy songs for Jason.

You kept it going though, cause it made you laugh.

Your label was pressuring you for just one more song to round out your new album and you’ve been struggling with it all week. They weren’t wrong. You did agree it was missing just a little something. The trouble was finding the perfect song to fill its spot.

As cliche as it sounds, this was the album that you were the most proud of. You know every artist says that about every new album they release, but it really didn’t feel like an exaggeration to you to say that this was your best.

You really pushed yourself lyrically and vocally to a space you haven’t before and you hope your fans love it as much as you.

The problem, of course, is that since you’ve pushed yourself lyrically, you have a very specific story you want to tell. Every song on the album is perfectly placed to unfold the story in the direction you want and trying to not only find a new song to fit the theme but also a perfect place to put it so it still flows is proving to be one hell of a task.

Two doors down, your boyfriend was in a similarly stressful boat. Jason has been tied to the editing chair for weeks. The first two seasons happened prior to all the awards. Now that the show had turned out to be far more successful than anyone could have predicted, the pressure was on to make a 3rd and final season that was worthy of the praise the show had received so far. Taking off his headphones and taking his hands through his hair, he determined he needed a break; as much as he instinctively wanted to keep going until something was perfect, he had to acknowledge that sometimes the best thing to do was walk away and come back with fresh eyes.

You were so focused on your own project that you barely even registered jason sitting down next to you until he start kissing your shoulder blade.

“Are those folders for me?”

“What?” You ask, not looking up from your own screen.

“I wanna see.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” You ask Jason, tearing your eyes away and finally looking at him. God he was a sight.

“I’m taking something called a break, you’re probably overdue for one yourself.” He teased you.

“I know. And I will - I promise. I’ve just found a really good groove and I didn’t want to lose it.”

He rubs circles into your thigh. “…maybe the answer is in one of those folders.”

You laugh at him. “Oh, you think so?”

He nods seriously at you, “I can help you sort through them, If you need any help.”

You grab his hand from your thigh, intertwining your fingers in his and giving a light kisses to his knuckles. “You’re really not gonna let this go are you?”

“Well, can you blame me? I see folders with my name and the words ‘sexy and love’ obviously, I’m going to be intrigued.”

You put your laptop off to the side, snuggling into Jason. “Well, you’re obviously the only man I’m writing songs about these days-“

“damn right.” Jason quips, smirking at you.

Rolling your eyes you continue, “and my manager always likes to tease me that I have two moods for you which is disgustingly in love and disgustingly horny, so - as a joke, I started separating all my songs into those two categories. I keep doing it though cause it’s fun.”

“So, what mood is winning right now?”

picking your laptop back up, you open up the folders giving a quick scan at the numbers. Jason peaks over your shoulder, surprised by how many songs there actually are. Some titles he recognizes, some he’s never seen. It’s one of those moments, that might seem small and inconsequential but it feels oddly special to him. To have someone here, in his home, that spends their time trying to put him into words. Everyone always thinks that the big PDA moments are the sweetest, but he’s discovered that a lot of those experiences are filled with belonging but not with love.

“Looks like love songs has the lead right now.”

Wiggling his eyebrows at you, he replies, “really? Well I’d be more than happy to help in the sexy department if you need some inspiration.”

“I’m supposed to be working.”

“This is work! I’m giving you inspiration to write another song for your album, so you can add a sixth Grammy to that collection in the bedroom.”

“I thought you were taking a break.” You question him.

“Oh, pretty girl, spending time with you is not work to me.” He snags your laptop out of your lap and is quickly picking you up off the couch. He gives you just enough to time to get your bearings before he’s kissing you and leading you into the bedroom.

In between kisses on your neck, he’s whispering to you, “you know, I read somewhere that you shouldn’t wait for inspiration, sometimes inspiration needs to be invited. So, what do you think? Are you up for inviting me to inspire you?”

“Of course I am Jason. Always.”

He tilts his head to the side nonchalantly. “Still doesn’t hurt to ask.”

He lays you down on the bed and your head turns over to see his own laptop sitting in the corner. Remnants of your man hard at work. Headphones, an open journal with a red pen resting on it’s open pages.

“Hey.” He says tilting your head back to look him in the eyes. “This is about you right now - my work will still be there when I’m done. If it makes you feel better, since I’m helping you, you can always help me with my work too.”

“What? Jason I don’t know anything about editing a television show!”

“So?” That’s okay. I don’t really feel like I do either most days.” He jokes.

You go quiet, reaching your fingers up and playing with the drawstrings of his hoodie. “If I did offer to help, does that mean that I could get a sneak peak into season 3, maybe even-“

“No. Sorry can’t do it.”

“Oh come on! Can’t you at least give me a release date?”

“Sorry, you’re just gonna have to wait like everyone else.”

“Man, what good is sleeping with the boss if it doesn’t get me anything?” You pout at him.

“Oh now that isn’t true. I think we’ve clearly established that sleeping with the boss gets you Grammy award winning songs. So, come on let’s write you another one.”