#COACHING

[aliaology]

COACH — PART II

part one

summary: jack was excited to get the girls number but is disappointed when she doesn’t show. except, she finally does, thirty minutes later.

pairings: jack hughes x single mom!fem! reader

warnings: arguments, bad dad moment! (connors)

running late was not a usual with you. no— in fact you were always early. you hated being late, so here you were, rushing your ass and your son to his hockey practice. make up was smudged under your red eyes.

connor sat in the back seat, quiet as a mouse. the arrival of your ex boyfriend was blunt and unexpected. it turned for the worst, ending with a screaming match. ending with you walking out with connor and heading towards the rink.

connor barely knew his father, only stories and the occasional pop in, but he saw a whole different side of him.

“mama… are we going to see mr. jack?” connor asked.

you sniffled and wiped your eyes as you drove. “yeah we are baby, and he’s gonna help you more with hockey, alright lovie?” you told him.

connor nodded. “i like mr. jack. he’s nice” connor told.

you smiled at him through the rearview mirror. “i agree.”

the rest of the car ride was quiet, music softly playing in the back. when you pulled into the lot and got out, you quickly changed connor into his stuff and picked him and his bag up.

you ran inside, seeing kids with their devils partner. you found jack helping his teammate and the kid he was paired with. you set connor’s bag down and brought him to the opening.

“go to mr. jack, okay baby?” you told him, placing him down.

connor nodded excitedly, putting a grin on his face and rushing onto the ice. you had to bite your lip so you didn’t chuckle when he fell.

jack spotted him and helped him up. “hey buddy— long time no see” jack grinned.

jack wouldn’t lie if you asked if he was worried. ever since last practice, you ran through his mind on loop. if he pressed skip, it would keep repeating you anyways.

he built up an overwhelming excitement over the course of the week because on wednesdays at four, he could see you for two hours. that, and because he was supposed to get your number today.

he was quite disappointed when he didn’t see you, did he scare you off? he had to double up with nico and the kid paired with him. his name was daniel. would it be bad if jack said he thought connor was cuter? probably, but connor was the cutest kid jack had ever talked to.

“hi mr. jack!” connor spoke excitedly.

“everything alright there bud?” jack asked, concerned.

connor nodded. “practice!” he said. jack laughed, taking his stick and poking connors arm slightly. “lets go warm up kid.”

you watched with a warm feeling in your heart. you hoped this would cheer connor up. you felt awful, letting connor see you in such a vulnerable state, one his biological father put you in.

you hated it, you hated him. you already had full custody of connor, you went to court and everything. what gives this man the right to try and tell you what to do with your son?

you hated that you allowed yourself to become so responsive to him. you hated how you could still hear your sons cries, how they were etched into your head.

you beat yourself up over it, but it ultimately wasnt your fault. you could only hope connor saw that, saw that you did your best. but he’s only five, you doubted it.

you watched jack handle your son with care. then you remembered, you told him he could get your number tonight, but did he remember? probably.

jack gave connor a slight push with his stick, allowing connor to get closer to the puck that had been near you.

“hi mommy!” he grinned, waving.

all of a sudden, he was tackled to the ground by another kid. you gasped and went straight up to the glass.

jack’s eyebrows furrowed as he rushed over. “woah woah woah, what happened?” he asked.

his teammate, dawson, rushed over as well. the kid must have been paired with him. dawson grabbed the kid off of connor.

“i don’t know what the hell happened” dawson spoke.

jack groaned and knelt down. “is he okay?” you asked, loudly.

jack wanted to nod, but when he saw connor’s crying face, all he could do was pick him up and walk out of the rink. he brought connor over to you and you three sat a little further than the rest of the parents.

one parent was scolding her son. “i wanted coach jack! its not fair!” he whined.

you sighed when jack sat connor down between you and him. you lifted connor’s helmet off of his head and brushed his hair back. connor’s lip was red m, stained with blood.

“jesus baby, are you alright?” you asked, finger wiping the blood off of his swollen lip. he squeezed his eye shut in pain as tears spilled.

“oh baby..” you whispered, you placed kiss on his cheek before looking at jack.

“do you guys have ice packs?” you asked. jack nodded and immediately went to grab one.

connor leaned against you as he sniffled. “mommy my lip hurts.” he cried.

you frowned and pulled him onto your lap. “im so sorry baby, jack is grabbing you an ice pack, okay lovie?” you told.

his little head just nodded. his cheek rested against your shoulder, his own shoulders shaking as he quietly cried. you rubbed his back and whispered how he was okay now.

jack quickly came back with the ice pack, holding it out to you. you set connor on the bench and wipe his tears. “put this against your lip baby, gently.” you instructed.

you wipe the dried blood off of his lip and brush his hair from his face while he places the pack on his mouth.

your hand lies to rest on his cheek, which he melts into. you frowned.

“i was thinking we go to grammies tonight, lovie. do you want to?” you asked. you wanted him to say yes, you knew your ex was most likely at your house still.

connor nodded. “can we go home now?” he whispered. you nodded.

“let me help you pack up” jack offered. you look at him. “you don’t have to—“

“i want to.” jack spoke.

you reluctantly nodded.

jack eventually helped you bring connor to the car yet again. he buckled him in as you set his stuff in the trunk. jack shut connors door gently and looked at you.

“are you alright?” he asked.

a wave of emotions hit you, and god you didn’t want to let them out on him.

“perfect, thank you” you give a small smile. he gives you a stern look.

“you can tell me, y/n. i know we just met last week but i can tell you aren’t okay and im telling you you can confide in me.” he told you.

you sighed and wiped your eyes. “connors dad, my ex, came to our apartment today. he was demanding to see connor and that connor was his son too. the only thing is, was that he gave up on connor the moment he was in my stomach. he signed every paper stating connor was under my full custody. he signed it all.”

you sniffled slightly. “im taking us to my moms house who’s like an hour away because with my luck he will still be at my house.” you explained.

jack didn’t miss a beat. he didn’t even hesitate. “stay with me.”

your eyes widened. “no no i couldn’t—“

“listen, again, i know we just met. but i already love that little dude in the car and i can tell his mom is an amazing person who just needs a break. you wouldn’t bother me, and you two can even take over my room. just please, let me help.” jack stated.

your eyes scanned his face, looking for any malicious intent or just straight lies. you didn’t find any of that though, instead you found adoration and the look of want.

“okay” you whispered.

jack broke out into a grin. “this mean i can finally get your number now?”

should i do a part three…

[noyasmashing]

After Hours

Sub! Ukai Keishin x Dom!reader

CW: Blowjob, calling him good boy, he calls you miss once, cum eating, a little crying

A/N: Sorry guy! Been pretty busy with college classes and my job lately.. gunna start focusing on quality or quality so for now, here’s a shitty draft. LOL

Ukai's breath hitched in anticipation as your lips drew near, tantalizingly close to his own, teasing him with the promise of a kiss yet withholding it just out of reach.

An unfamiliar whimper escaped his lips, his sweaty palms clinging desperately to the fabric of your shirt. This situation was still so new to him, the idea of the pretty, new, store clerk now seated on his lap, teasing him mercilessly after closing hours.

"Keishin, what do we say?" You teased, a playful smile gracing your features as you looked down at him. You could practically taste the cigarettes on his breath, and it took every ounce of self-control not to slam your lips against his in that moment.

A breathy "please" escaped Ukai's lips, his voice laced with need, earning a grin from you in response.

"That's a good boy," you praised, your tone warm and affectionate as you finally closed the gap between your lips, granting him the kiss he had been yearning for all day.

As your lips met in a fervent embrace, Ukai could feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh, his body betraying him in the presence of your intoxicating allure. He cursed himself inwardly for his uncontrollable reactions, his face flushing crimson each time you fluttered your eyelashes at him, rendering him powerless to resist your charms.

As you pulled away, a small trail of saliva lingered between your lips, evidence of the passion that had just transpired. "Missed my touch that much, did you?" you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

His face flushed a deep shade of red as he attempted to muster a retort, but all that escaped his lips was a feeble "shut up," eliciting laughter from you.

"You know you love me," you stated matter-of-factly, sliding off his lap and onto your knees, positioning yourself face-to-face with the growing tent in his pants.

With a smirk, you hooked your fingers around his waistband, pulling down his track pants and pre-cum stained underwear, exposing his throbbing cock to the cool air. The sight only fueled your desire further as you leaned in, ready to give him the release he craved.

With a seductive lick of your lips, you pressed them against the tender pink tip of his throbbing cock, delivering a gentle kiss that sent shivers down his spine. He squirmed uncontrollably, his hips instinctively thrusting in search of more stimulation.

You cooed softly at his adorable reaction, trailing your tongue along his underside from base to tip, eliciting the cutest of whines from his lips.

Without hesitation, you fully engulfed his length, stifling a gag as he let out a surprised, loud moan of pleasure.

As you bobbed your head up and down in a rhythmic pace, he grasped at your hair desperately, attempting to slow your movements. He knew how upset you would be if he came too fast!

"Keep your hands where they belong, or I'll tie them up," you scolded, removing yourself from his cock entirely. Tears welled in his eyes as he nodded pathetically. He couldn't bear the intensity of pleasure you were inflicting upon him; it had been too long since he'd properly been with a woman, and he was overwhelmed by the sensations.

Resuming your previous sucking, you made sure to deepthroat him again and again nicely until your nose brushed against his pelvis, eliciting whines and moans of pleasure from him. He was weak to the sensation of being fully enveloped by your warm mouth.

His hands shifted from the bottom of his seat to himself as he struggled to resist placing them on you. Even in the midst of your efforts to bring him to climax, you could sense that he was just as nervous as ever.

Finally, your eyes met his, clouded with desire, and spit gathered at the base of his cock. The expression on his face made it abundantly clear that he just couldn't hold back any longer.

"Please, miss, I-I need it!" he pleaded, his voice heavy with desperation. "‘wanna fucking cum."

Your hand rubbed his exposed thigh reassuringly as you continued focusing your attention on his flushed and oh-so-sensitive tip. He was rather lucky you were being this nice to him today.

It had been only two minutes since your lips graced his cock but he was already ready to climax.

With heavy groans, he gripped the bottom of his chair, resisting the urge to touch you as he released his hot seed into your waiting mouth. His hips thrust up and out of his chair, meeting the back of your mouth as you pleasantly swallowed.

Pulling your head back and opening your mouth a bit wider, you swallowed the rest of his large load, making sure to maintain eye contact with his fucked-out, half-lidded face the whole time.

"You need to eat better, Keishin. That didn't taste very good," you scolded, withdrawing your mouth from your personal lollipop.

[trynafindbarbiee]

Credits - spiritual_soya on instagram

[seschigirl]

Rule One.

The feminine energy respects itself when it’s protected! Do not allow people into your spirit, your vortex, your world, your space, your heart, your life, your mind and lastly your body that disrespects, devalues and breaks the boundaries you set for yourself. Dismissal of such behaviour should be automatic!

[yulizie]

No demuestres lástima a quien no merece tus lágrimas.

-Yulizie

[therealjohnstewart]

Sydney Carter

[urloveangel]

[tarotofbadkitties]

It feels a little crazy to read so many takes that suggest there's something weird or dysfunctional about Tashi being a tennis coach after having been a player. Most coaches were players at one point or another. The experience of having been a really good player is a major contributor to what makes them useful as coaches. People sometimes joke about how they do this to relive their glory days through their pupils, but I've only seen people act like it's some kind of Serious Pathology when they're talking about Tashi. Not only is that weird to me, it's even weirder to me that people act like Tashi pushing Art to play tennis and play it well is messed up when he literally hired her to be his coach.

Do y'all think normal coach behavior when the coach didn't tragically lose their own sports career is to encourage you to give up on a sport when you're struggling and Tashi's being weird?

[autffiy]

Coaching available!!!!

Anyone who is intrested in coaching for a small price ( €15 depending on how many desires.) And it's via e-mail. I will help you make custom made affirmations, maybe even throw in a little subliminal for you. And you can pay via Ko-fi (it has ideal on it) Or through paypal??

RIMINDER- coaching is not needed but it can definely help ypu give that extra push or kick in the butt.. hehe.

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[amali-us]

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[bowbuus]

Coach likes to embarrass you In front of the team by telling you to stay after practice. Your waiting in the locker room for him and he comes out in a jock strap and his dirty sweat filled socks in hand ready to stuff them in your mouth. Coach never lets a faggot go unpunished.

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[seschigirl]

document your life: get a polaroid camera take loads of pictures, print them and stick them in an photo album, record videos and save them to a hard drive, record mini vlogs and upload them privately to your YouTube to watch later in life, journal about your hardest moments, collect things from the moments that brought you great joy and happiness….

but don’t forget to be present in the moment!

[mountndo]

The imagination in high gear while wondering how these great asses can be in the same pic.

[yolo0-0]

hi! i’m looking for an @n@ buddy/c0ach. message me if ur interested!!

[joenicassio]

The counter-intuitive way to get attention in a noisy world…

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