#lassosway

[independnt]

 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐠 at ted’s bottom lip, retracted as he parts for a breath. there’s a hand that snakes upwards, fingers threading into ted’s hair. there lies a faint temptation to pull, to remind him to KEEP LOOKING. he finds restraint in the other hand taking a firm purchase at ted’s thigh, squeezing there, lifting the leg just barely.  ❝ look at you, ted. you remind me of a baroque painting, gorgeously lit, astonishing to look at.. ❞ so soon he shifts lower, licking a stripe up ted’s pelvis, pressing a kiss just to the side.  ❝ the only difference is that 𝚒'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. ❞

▸ @lassosway​

[eurosleaz]

@lassosway sent: ❛  that's it. that's my good girl.  ❜ / prompt, accepting.

the whine that escapes from her mouth is pathetic, almost to a fault. if it were anybody else, sadie'd be embarrassed. it's ted, though. he's never made fun of her for anything, it's sweet, honestly. it's nice to be so cared for.

his fingers grip her hips tightly, like he's never thought about letting her go. she slows, her hips canting and rocking against his. her tongue draws against her bottom lip, eyes turned down to look right at him. he's so fucking pretty like this, lips parted and panting underneath her. sadie thinks that she's so lucky to have ted in her life. it's not that she doesn't tell him, but she doesn't think it's enough.

all thoughts pour out her ears when she calls her a good girl, her own mouth falling into a sigh. ted draws his fingers against her skin, a deep burn following the trails of his fingertips. sadie groans when his thumb circles her clit, her walls clenching around him. " ted. " it's throaty, her throat hoarse and raw. " fuck, if you keep sayin' nice things like that, it'll-- i think it'll drive me insane. " the rise and fall of her hips is slow, a draw-out for both of them. " i want you to call me a good girl again. please, baby? "

[eurosleaz]

@lassosway sent: ( trail )     for the sender to leave a trail of kisses on the receiver. + let me take care of you (: / prompt, accepting.

a soft laugh bubbles from her mouth, sadie's fingers running through ted's hair. truthfully, his mustache tickles her stomach (a part that's sensitive already, but that's beside the point). she can't help but laugh; don't worry-- it's happy! his mouth is hot on the patch of her stomach peeking from underneath one of his shirts and she shivers, followed by a sigh. there's delight in it (though, truthfully, everything ted does fills her with delight, even if one of those things is a bad joke). her head lulls against the pillow, a smile pressing to the right corner of her lips.

" -- you wanna take care of me, baby? " her legs open just a bit wider to accommodate ted's body. still, her fingers scratch at his scalp. " i think i'd like that, y'know? i've been so stressed recently and...i think you could help me. " she's silent for a moment. " you're so sweet on me, teddy. i can't even believe you're real. "

[privatevideo]

TED LASSO: PHONE CALL. OUR MUSES HAVE PHONE SEX. he misses ted. even though they talk every night, even though he's only been gone for two weeks, finley misses him with his entire being. after finishing his take out and settling into the incredibly uncomfortable motel bed, in his grey sweatpants and nothing covering his torso, he called ted, ready once again to hear his voice. it's deep and comforting, his laugh like a bell, and there's something inside of his words, tonight, that make fin play with the waist of his pants. i miss you baby, ted had said. i miss you, and your hands, and your mouth... this isn't the first time something like this has happened, but it never gets old. fingers dip below the elastic when he hears ted's breathing shift, a lazy grin laying at the corners of finley's mouth. ' god, do you even know you do t'me, baby? ' fin murmurs into the receiver, letting out a breath as soon as his hand wraps around himself. ' wish you could feel how hard i get for you, ' @lassosway.

[sexploitations]

@lassosway sent: ❛  toys .   to  use  toys  [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ]  on  my  muse . + reverse

the smile on my face is cheshire-like, teeth biting down at my bottom lip. he really is a pretty thing here, splayed out on my sheets like a feast. it'd be more accurate if i was gonna fuck ted on my kitchen table, but it's a bitch to clean up (the table, not ted or lube or-- whatever gets splashed on it). fuck you, before you say anything-- i'm allowed to fuck my boyfriend wherever we want. we're grown adults.

anyway. back to the beauty before me. my thumb rubs gently against his bare thigh, pressing into the muscle there. " mh, you're tense, baby. you know you're allowed to say you don't want me to do this. it's fine. you won't hurt my feelings. " and i mean that. i really do wanna make him comfortable. i'm idly aware of the strap between my legs, but he's not ready for it yet. there's still preparation meant to be done. instead, i raise up to look him in the eyes, pressing a kiss to his mouth. it's incredibly soft, my gaze meeting his after.

" are we okay? " a pause. " you gotta tell me now, alright? because i do intend to fuck you into a brainless mess later. "

[sexploitations]

@belasso / @lassosway sent: tell me what you want.

it's always been hard for sadie to admit any form of want. she's always been a people pleaser-- if i can do anything for you at the cost of my own happiness, i will should be tattoed on her forehead. it's easy for her to put herself second and everyone else first. her happiness isn't as important as everyone else's. it's how things have been for decades.

ted asking her to verbalize want makes her uncomfortable; almost as if she could rip out of her own skin. [ it's ted, honey. he hasn't treated me unkind so far. i have to stop thinking people have it out for me. ] he rests above her, sadie's back pressed into his couch cushions. her teeth sink into a kiss-swollen bottom lip, darkened gaze looking away from his for a moment. there's so much she wants. her veins, her body burns with it. sadie swallows back the hesitation, eyes looking back at ted.

" i want--. " it's tentative, her thumb stroking at his cheek. it's more to soothe herself than anything, to make sure that he's real and not her brain making up this wonderful man. " i want you. as much as you're willing to give me. is that-- is it too much to ask for? "

[bendableparts]

ted lasso  ,  ( oral ) sender goes down on receiver.

♡  ˙  *  ✧  there was no explanation as to what had brought on this quick change of atmosphere, but barbie couldn’t say she was disappointed. not when ted had lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom, setting her down with care onto the bed. maybe it was the way barbie had looked at him, wetting her lips and biting the bottom one as she watched him bake ( what could she say? she had a thing for men in aprons ). whatever it was, the man had promptly stopped what he was doing and gave his full attention to her, instead. a giggle had escaped at being so quickly picked up, but now she was gazing down at ted quietly as he trailed kisses down her stomach, gently pushing up her dress to reveal her already wet panties. pink spreads across her cheeks, but she has no time to be embarrassed. feeling his lips against the soft parts of her thighs causes barbie’s back to arch. she had always been easily pleased ; he didn’t need to do much to make her feel good. 

and yet, he continues further inward, finally hooking a finger around her pink underwear and pushing it to the side. the moment his tongue wets her clit, barbie gives a high moan, the woman biting her lip as she tries to keep herself quiet.  ‘ ted... ’  is the next sound she lets out, nearly a whimper, hips involuntarily bucking up into his mouth. she doesn’t know what she did to deserve this sort of treatment, but barbie decided she would just be happy it was happening, at all.     @lassosway.

[privatevideo]

@lassosway  ,  ted lasso.

ted’s  always  liked  road  trips.          maybe  that’s  the  midwesterner  in  him  talking,     the  person  who’s  merely  used  to  having  to  drive  hours  to  get  to  anywhere  actually  important.     whatever  the  case  may  be,     he  loves  riding  shotgun  and  gazing  out  the  window  while  miles  roll  past  them  like  they’re  nothing.     of  course  that  comes  with  commentary.     pointing  out  the  cows,     horses,     billboards,     and  weird  buildings  they  cruise  past,     so  that  the  driver  doesn’t  miss  them,    as  well.     in  this  case,     the  driver’s  finley,     and  ted’s  cooped  up  in  his  car,     enjoying  the  atmosphere.

it’s  a  couple  hours  into  their  drive  when  fin’s  hand,      that  ted’s  been  holding  on  the  center  console  moves  to  his  thigh  instead.     ted’s  head  immediately  lulls  from  where  it  had  been  focused  on  the  outside  world,     to  now  face  his  boyfriend,     a  look  of  intrigue  that’s  verging  on  amusement  eating  at  his  features.     his  cock  is  equally  as  interested  in  the  other  man’s  actions,     the  fingers  ghosting  across  his  crotch  causing  blood  to  rush  south.          “     if  you  were  in  need  of  some  in  car  entertainment,     all  you  had  to  do  was  ask-     ”          ted  declares,     taking  finley’s  palm  and  pressing  it  flat  against  himself.          “     y’better  keep  your  eyes  on  the  road,     though.     ”

            it was innocent enough, until it wasn’t. finley drove all across the states, only staying in one spot for a week or so before he was on the road again. and as much as he loved his mustang, as much as he could tolerate spending hours behind the wheel, he had to admit it was better having someone to entertain him. that being said, there was only so much that could keep him awake and interested on such a long road trip. especially on a stretch of asphalt like this one, nothing but trees for miles, cruise control on, only passing a car once every half hour. fin wanted something more interesting to happen. so he did what any man would do - he riled his partner up a bit in the passenger seat. just to see what would happen.

‘ you should know how good of a multitasker i am by now, sweetheart, ’  grin is in place as ted presses finley’s hand further down onto ted’s crotch, the other man already half hard and waiting to be touched. not only was fin nearly a professional at keeping up with several things at once, he also happened to love a challenge. going 60 down a highway with his hand around ted’s cock seemed like just the thing they needed to move this trip along.  ‘ relax for me, baby, ’  long fingers work against ted’s belt, easily unclasping the thing and continuing onto the button, the zipper, moving at a slower pace just to tease ted a bit. as soon as he can, fin slides his hand into the khaki’s, over the boxers for now, smile growing at the bulge there.  ‘ feels like i’m not th’only want who wanted a little fun, huh? ’