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Jamie’s life had been worse–it really had been.
His life felt vaguely reminiscent of a polished purgatory. It wasn’t entirely horrible; it just wasn’t what he thought it’d be when he was growing up. Every stroke of bad luck was followed by a stroke of good luck, as if his life were a game of dominoes. At 16, Jamie fought his father for the first time. Then, James got his first arrest that resulted in his mother finally being granted a restraining order against him. When Jamie was 17, he presented as an omega and was forced to quit football that same week. Only three months later, the Premier League suddenly decided omegas were capable of playing. Just Jamie’s fucking luck. The universe had always made room for him, yet he still managed to feel like shit. -
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Jamie has needs and Isaac is all too eager to help fulfill them as part of his captain duties. He might just need a bit of help from Roy to hone his skills.
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The hand in his hair tightens."Oi! Who said you could do that?" Isaac yanks Jamie's hair until his neck is craning up. His eyes pierce through Jamie's. He gives a single shake and Roy laughs at the whine that pulls from Jamie's throat.
"Answer your Captain, brat." Roy gives two quick hits over the same spot on Jamie's ass.
"No one, Captain. I'm sorry. Please." Jamie grovels. Really plays it up for Roy and Isaac. And a bit for himself. This is fun, after all. "I'll be good. Promise. Please, Coach."
"Make it through the demonstration and you'll be rewarded, yeah?" Roy promises quietly.
Jamie nods as much as he can with Isaac's hand holding his head still. Turns his eyes as far as he can manage until he can see Roy's face. Amusement sits beneath the stony set of his jaw. "Yes, Coach."
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Roy and Jamie agree to an exchange of kinks. They like each other's ideas more than either of them thought they might.
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He slides the free end of the rope over Jamie's shoulder, caressing the muscles there carefully as he takes himself around to Jamie's front again. That's always the silliest part of this for him. The constant movement and flipping between being in front and behind just to make sure the knots are correct.A cow hitch has the rope turning upward toward Jamie's chest. Roy glances to Jamie's face for a moment. Finds a gentle gaze pointed back at him. A soft smile. A beautiful mess of a man that trusts him so much it almost fucking hurts. Roy grins back, catching that spark of shock in Jamie's eyes as he takes in the shine of Roy's teeth flashing at him.
Half hitch aligned with Jamie's nipples. Another just below the dip between his collarbones.
Jamie's definition is ridiculous. Roy knows it's all the football and the training, but he's still so in awe of Jamie. His Jamie.
Roy drapes the rope over Jamie's other shoulder, releasing it only so that he can trace his finger along Jamie's collarbones.
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Roy shows Jamie just how amazing he is.
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Sturdy, masculine palms caress Roy's hips for all of two minutes before seemingly getting bored. Roy can't say he blames him, although the feeling of Jamie's hands attempting to grip the backs of Roy's thighs is a shock that makes him pull away for a moment. "The fuck are you doing?"Jamie blinks at him. His knees are slightly bent, head tilted up where his mouth was just connected to Roy's. "Picking you up?" He looks like a fucking kicked dog and there's an unfortunate part of Roy that just wants to make that look worse. Fuck, there really is something wrong with him.
"Fucking why?" He isn't sure if he means for it to come out the way that it does. It's gruff and even he can hear that it sounds almost angry.
An eye roll. "So I can toss you onto the middle of my bed and…" He licks his lips as he pauses. "I don't know. Ravish you or something?"
Roy considers it. Jamie's hands are still wrapped around the backs of his thighs. They're careful. Gentle. Ready to slip away if asked. Roy finds that he doesn't want Jamie to let go. "Fuck."
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"I were just drying me hair," Jamie started, pointing at the counter where the offending hair dryer was still sitting. "And then I looked in the mirror, and I saw something."
"The fucking, ghost of bloody Mary or something, what?" Roy asked, his heart starting to race again. "Babe, you're fucking freaking me out."
Jamie sniffled and reached up, parting his hair in an odd way until Roy could see something, just an inch or so back from his hairline on his forehead.
One, single, silvery hair amongst the walnut strands.
"You gave me a fucking heart attack over a grey hair?" Roy asked, raising a brow. That was apparently the wrong thing to say because then Jamie was scrunching up his face again and letting out a wail. He tugged himself out of Roy's arms and ran into the bedroom, flopping face down in their unmade bed.
"You don't understand!" Jamie screeched into his pillow. "You're ancient! You've had grey hair since the 1800s."
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They've talked about being professional and not doing stupid shit at work, like going to each other's hotel room during away games, and yet here Jamie is. And maybe Roy should tell him to fuck off and go to his room, but he lets Jamie in, tells himself it's so no one sees them, and definitely not because he can't fucking say no to the little prick.
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“So we got you a nice new toy for practice today.” Roy held up the box in one hand, squeezing Jamie’s pert arse so that he bent forward a little and Roy could growl into his ear. “I’m going to keep you nice and full for training and when we get back home, you’re going over my knee for a nice fucking long spanking.” Roy growled in his ear, stubble tickling Jamie’s cheek.
A full body shiver took over Jamie’s body at that and his eyes closed momentarily as he reached down to adjust his pants. “Fuck, Roy…” he mumbled breathlessly. “ I didn’t do nothing wrong.”
“I know.” Roy reached his hand down to squeeze his arse and smirked. “But you’re our boy and we get to fucking do what we want with you. Right?”
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Or the one where Jamie’s been a good fucking boy and Roy and Keeley decide to reward him and torture him in equal measure.
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A snow day leaves the AFC Richmond club empty, save for Jamie, who had been dragged there by Roy, his coach-slash-personal trainer-slash-boyfriend-slash-dom. Roy can't keep his hands off of Jamie, and takes advantage of the empty shower.
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“Uh… Coach?”
“Mmh?”
Jamie blushed. “Do you really have to… do, well, that? I promise I won’t drive too fast no more. Swear down.”
“Nice try. Yes I’m going to give you a good, hard spanking, Jamie Tartt, so that next time you even think of driving over the legal limit you think of how fucking red your arse was.”
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Or the one where Jamie gets stopped by the police for driving very fast and gives them Roy's number as his emergency contact. Roy doesn't appreciate being woken up at 3am.
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On the outside Roy Kent and Jamie Tartt are rivals. In the privacy of their bedroom they are much more.
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you’re still in my head (it’s all i’ll ever want) by bluesurreal
Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV)
27 Feb 2025
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Jamie’s crush on Roy has reared its ugly head again and Jamie is feeling the worst kind of pathetic about it. In a moment of weakness he succumbs to an urge he’s spent hours playing out in his head. The results are largely positive.
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The one where Jamie really tries to be a good boy.
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Roy wants more. Jamie is oblivious. Roy has a feeling about it, but predictably keeps it to himself.
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Rachel had an impossible dream but she just so happens to know a certain woman who wants to watch Richmond burn to the ground. So why not help her out? Richmond till we fucking die! That's what her dad always said
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Roy Kent and Jamie Tartt are nearly the same age and met when they were young. They are a dynamic, but untameable and inseparable pair on the pitch (and off) bounced from team to team until they end up blackballed as adults at the senior level. Coaches don’t know what do with them and they hide a secret relationship from the public. Can they find a home with AFC Richmond coached by Ted Lasso?
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“Yeah, this is not how I wanted to spend the off-season.”
“I don’t think anyone would wish for their piece of shit father to out them to the press.”
Jamie flinched, a small jerky movement backwards that made Roy worry for his mug. He focused on that instead of the rest of the worry he was feeling.
“Sorry. I’m not known for being tactful,” Roy gritted out, body tense with a now disgustingly familiar need to fix the situation. Fucking Ted Lasso.
“You can be when you want to be.”
what else is roy to do except organize a mass coming out in order to protect his favorite boy??
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Jamie decides to wear some lacy panties under his suit and Roy is mad that he didn't ask first
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Jamie and his teeny-tiny shorts will be the death of Roy.
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"Did I tell you about the rubber duck shop?" Jamie asks.
"Yes, twice," Roy says. "You talk to Dr Fieldstone?"
"About ducks?"
"About the trip to Amsterdam with your dad."
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"Get on your knees," Roy tells him, and Jamie's mouth goes dry. Because Jamie isn't there, in Roy's living room in Richmond. He's in Manchester. Drinks with his dad and the Guvnors. Realising too late that he's been spiked. Easy to manhandle onto his back.
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The much talked about Jamie Tartt has a small dick fic!!
"I-I want you to be mean to me" Jamie moans as Roy bites down on his neck
"Mean?"
"Yeah like say- oh fuck- Say…"
Roy looks up, smirking at Jamie "What you want me to talk shit about your tiny little cock?"