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[coachbeards]

i just really have a soft spot for beard being bad at football, like he cannot play it that well, but still trying out for the team anyways...

[iuchamjohta]

The coach’s reward ft IU

Word count: 5359

Tags: Gangbang, Anal, Double penetration, Rimjob, little bit of bdsm.

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It was halftime, the college football team drags themselves into the locker room, down 2-0, their spirits as low as the score. IU the new idol coach, a usually vibrant and encouraging presence, starts with her usual pep talk, reminding them of their hard work, their potential, and the importance of heart in the game. But as she speaks, she notices the glazed eyes, the slumped shoulders—her words aren't hitting home. The players are too wrapped up in the pressure, in their mistakes, to rally. She senses that her usual approach isn't enough this time.

"Boys, I know we need to spice things up to bring home the win. I'm willing to do whatever it takes. And I mean whatever it takes." She winked, biting her lip as she let her gaze travel over the group of hungry, horny athletes. With that she removed her grey jacket and dropped to her knees, her slutty side taking over. The team was paralyzed but buzzing with excitement. They could not believe their new coach, who was also an idol was such a slut, and they couldn't wait to take advantage of this moment. “What are all of you waiting for? We don’t have much break time left” IU declared. The team needed no further encouragement, within minutes all of them had pulled down their pants, their fully erected-cock springing forward. IU smiled her eyes sparkling with excitement as she surveyed the team. Her heart was racing, and her pussy was dripping wet. This was what she secretly loved being the centre of attention, the domination of these young hunks and the pleasure she was going to receive. She wanted these men to use her, to take what they wanted and pleasure themselves on her willing body. Jake the team captain stepped forward first, she began with Jake, taking his thick cock in her small hand. She stroked it gently, teasing the tip with her thumb as she looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. Then, she leaned forward and took the head of his dick into her warm mouth, sucking gently and swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge. Jake moaned, throwing his head back as he felt her expertise. Soon Jake took the initiative burying his thick cock into her mouth forcing her to gag a little, saliva dropping down her chin as he gripped her hair tightly and began to face-fuck her. IU moaned, the vibrations teasing his sensitive cock, and he grunted, his eyes rolling back slightly as he enjoyed the sloppy, wet blowjob. The other players refused to stay idle, stripping IU of her remaining clothes, revealing her perky breasts with nipples already hard from anticipation, her flat stomach and her laced panties that were stained from her pussy that was glistening from arousal. Two of the players joined in, grabbing IU’s tits, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples as Jake continued to thrust into her mouth. One of the men leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth sucking hard as his hands roamed over her soft skin. IU moved on to the next player Lucian, a tall, muscular forward who was the star player of the team. She gripped his cock tightly, stroking it with urgency as she took the full length into her mouth, deep throating him expertly. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she loved the feeling of being used and having her limits pushed. She sucked hard, bobbing her head back and forth as the receiver groaned, his hands tangling in her long hair. One by one, she went down the line of players, sucking and stroking, teasing and pleasing. She adored the feeling of their dicks in her mouth, the taste of their pre-cum on her tongue. She was in her element, on her knees, surrounded by hard, throbbing cocks. She took her time with each one, wanting to give equal attention and pleasure, whenever she felt that the player was close to release, she stopped and moved on to the next person.

IU continued to work her magic, taking two cocks in her mouth at the same time while each of her hands continued to stroke two more players with enthusiasm however never letting them release. The players were going wild, their hands roaming over her body, squeezing her ass, rubbing her still clothed pussy which was dripping with juice as she moaned around their dicks, encouraging their rough handling. Two players rubbed their cock on her tits. Suddenly, she felt a cock pressed against her clothed pussy but was stopped by her immediately. “Hands and mouth only! My two holes at the back is only for when you guys win the game, you don’t deserve it now with how you guys have played!” Two holes? The team thought in their heads, is she allowing her asshole to be used as well if we win the game? The players are now more motivated than ever.

Finally, the halftime break came to an end, none of them being able to bust a single load since it was IU’s grand plan of keeping them on the edge so that they can go all out on the field. IU smiled, stood up her, face and tits glistening with spit, her makeup smudged from the passionate blowjobs. “Give it your best shot out there boys” She exclaimed while rubbing her cloth pussy. Jake suddenly started walking towards IU holding something behind. “Well, well coach, we can’t be the only ones on the edge can we, you selfish slut” Saying that he revealed some gym ropes that he was holding behind his back, grabbed her wrist and bound them together. He ushered the rest of the team who grabbed the remaining rope and secured her wrist and ankles to the foot of a bench located in the middle of the locker room. “We can’t have you touching yourself while we play our hearts out” Lucian said. Lucian took out a bullet vibrator and set it to the lowest setting and slipped it into IU’s already drenched panties, positioning it on her clit. “Oh fuck” IU moaned, her head falling back as the vibrations sent pleasure coursing through her. This will keep you wet but not enough to cum just like what you did with us” Lucian said. See you later coach all the players exclaimed. IU succumbed to her situation as she envisions this will be the longest 45 minutes of her life being kept on the edge. With that she has one final way to motivate her team. “Boys whoever performs the best in the second half, will get a special prize from me”. Hearing that the team ran back on the field with new found energy, their cocks still raging hard but their minds focused on the game and the promise of two tight holes that was theirs to claim.

The second half began, and the team's performance was noticeably improved. They played with new-found energy and determination, their earlier defeat a distant memory. The midfielders made passes with precision, and Lucian the star players managed to dribble past the remaining 3 defenders landing them the first goal. Jake the captain refused to be outdone, with his incredible vision and ball control he orchestrates the attack, weaving through defenders with a series of crossovers and sharp turns and then sends a perfectly weighted ball into the penalty box, gaining them their second goal. As the match progress it was evident that Lucian and Jake were gunning for the MVP, a healthy competition ensured with the price of a special reward motivating both. In one of the plays Lucian drives down the wing and cuts inside beating another defender and unleashes a curling shot towards the top corner of the post, the keeper is beaten but the ball smacks off the posts and out. The crowd gasps and was wondering if this was the same team before the half time mark. As the match progresses into the 89th minute, neither team had a breakthrough. The team however refused to lose, not when their prized money was just one goal away. In the deciding moments of the game, Jake makes a decisive move. He intercepts a loose pass in the midfield and drives forward beating two defenders, unselfishly he slipped a precise pass to his rival Lucian who slots it into the back of the net winning them the game at the 90th minute. The crowd erupts as Jake is mobbed by his teammates. His playmaking ability is on full display, and he’s showing why he’s a contender for MVP.

As the victorious football team returned to the locker room, their eyes and ears were greeted with a tantalizing scene. There in the center of the room, lay their coach, IU, a vision of erotic submission. Her petite frame was still tethered to the bench with the ropes tying her wrist and ankles, exposing her vulnerable wanting body. Soft moans and the buzzing sound of the vibrator could be heard. The football players approached their prize with hungry eyes. “Look at this boys” one of the players grunted, “Coach got herself all worked up. That little vibrator on her clit’s doing its job, making her panties nice and wet” IU's breath quickened as she felt the eyes of her players on her. The vibrator, vibrations was suddenly raised to a relentless rhythm by Lucian, sending shocks of pleasure through her body, making her arch her back and push her chest out. She loved being on display like this, knowing that her body was a vessel for their pleasure, and that soon, every inch of her would be invaded and filled. "Please, boys," IU panted, her voice hoarse with need. "Don't keep your coach waiting. Come and claim your prize”. Xavier, a lean and muscular winger, known for his agility on the field approached IU and knelt before her. With his fingers he rolled her already hardened nipples and gave them a light tug inducing a moan. Taking the sight of her heaving breast, he asked “You like being tied up for us don’t you Coach” his voice laced with mischief. IU nodded eagerly, her eyes glistening with a mixture of lust and the anticipatory tears that came with the knowledge of what was about to unfold. Xavier smirked, reaching out to stroke IU’s throat his fingers tracing the delicate flesh. "Such a pretty neck," he murmured, applying just enough pressure to let her know he could take control at any moment. Suddenly, IU felt a hand on her thigh, another player joining in. He traced the edge of her drenched panties, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric to tease her swollen lips. "Mmm, someone's eager," he rumbled. Without warning, he ripped the vibrator from her panties, making IU gasp at the loss, and brought it to his lips, tasting her juices. "Fucking delicious," he growled, his eyes dark with desire. IU whimpered, the sound a mix of pleasure and frustration. She craved the vibrations against her sensitive clit, but the slight deprivation only added to the building anticipation. She could feel her pussy dripping, and her ass clenched in anticipation of the thick cocks that would soon stretch her to her limits.

More players gathered around, their eyes ravenous as they took in the sight of their bound coach, so eager to please. Untying her from the bench yet keeping her wrist bounded, two players, twins stepped forward simultaneously helping her sit up and each taking one of IU's breasts in their hands. They squeezed and fondled the soft flesh, rolling her sensitive nipples between their thumbs and forefingers. IU bucked her hips, unable to stay still as waves of pleasure crashed through her. The twins pinched and twisted her nipples, causing white-hot sparks of pleasure to explode behind IU's eyes. The sensation shot straight to her pussy, and she could feel her juices flowing, coating her inner thighs. She wanted to touch herself, but the ropes held her fast, leaving her at the mercy of her players' whims. Meanwhile another player Drake had moved behind IU, his hands roaming her ass cheeks, appreciating the firmness of the flesh. “Such a pretty little ass” he grunted, slapping one cheek with a meaty palm, leaving a red handprint. “Its begging to be fucked, isn’t it?” IU moaned, the sharp sting of the slap only heightening her desire. “Please Drake” she begged. "Fuck my ass and pussy, own it, take it as yours." Drake growled his approval, running his thick, calloused fingers between her ass cheeks, teasing her tight hole. "It's gonna be a tight fit," he warned. IU arched her back, pushing back against the finger, begging for more. A second finger joined the first, stretching her, preparing her for the cock that would soon invade her ass. After feeling she was ready, Drake spit on the puckered hole and rubbed the tip of his cock against the entrance. Before IU could respond, Drake thrusts forward, burying his cock deep into her ass in one swift motion. IU cried out, her body shaking as she felt herself being stretched to the limit. Drake began to piston in and out, his hips slapping against her cheeks, the sound reverberating in the locker room. While Drake pounded away at IU's ass, Xavier took the opportunity to sink to his knees in front of her replacing the player eating her out. He pulled her panties to the side, revealing her glistening pussy, and buried his face in her wetness. IU cried out as she felt his tongue swipe her sensitive clit, circles and swirls and licks sending her higher. Xaiver continued the suck and nibble on her engorged clit, delving his tongue deep into her slick folds.

IU's cries echoed off the locker room walls, a mixture of pleasure and the overwhelming stimulation from both ends of her body. The rest of the team watched on, stroking their own cocks as they waited for their turn with IU. IU seeing this stretched out her bound hands to grab one of the cock stroking with both her hands. She opened her mouth and sticked out her tongues ushering another player’s cock into her mouth as she bobbed up and down eagerly, at times causing it to hit the back of her throat causing the players to groan in pleasure. Drake's thrusts became more urgent as he neared orgasm, his balls slapping against IU's wet pussy. "Fuck, Coach, you're so tight!" he grunted. "Take it, take my load deep in your ass!" At the same time the player whom she was giving a blowjob was approaching his orgasm. Grabbing a handful of hair, he forced his cock down her throat till her nose was touching the base of his cock, with a grunt he came. So much cum was released that some spilled out from her lips as she tried to swallow most of it. IU screams was muffled as she felt Drake’s cock pulse and throb inside her, shooting his hot cum into her. At the same time, Xavier sucked and nibbled on her clit, bringing her to the edge. "Cum for me, Coach!" he urged. "Let me taste your sweet juices!" IU obeyed, her body shaking as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched and pulsed around Xavier's tongue, her ass milking the last drops of cum from Drake's spent cock. Her cries echoed through the locker room, a symphony of unrestrained lust and pleasure as the cock in her mouth takes its leave. The guy she was stroking release a load staining her arms and some even landed on her face. IU was a hot mess. As the waves of her orgasm ebbed, IU felt Drake slip out of her ass, his spent cock slick with their combined juices. Xavier kissed his way up her body, his lips coated in her essence, capturing her lips, she was made to taste herself. “Don’t you just taste delicious” Xavier said. IU replied with a weak nod. “Well then you should taste yourself more!” With that Xavier took the drenched panties that has been accumulating her essence since the first half and stuffed them into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself. IU was shocked at this kinky act but secretly loved it. “Keep them in your mouth, Coach, you were being too loud anyways” “Alright boys, lets see how many orgasms we can score with the coach before the final whistle blows”

With that a new debauchery begin as the players whooped and hollered, their cocks twitching with anticipation. They never knew their idol coach was a bottomless well of pleasure, and they were eager to dive in to explore every inch of her body. Lucian the star player finally made his move, getting under IU and positioning himself at her entrance, wanting to be the first to take her pussy. Thrusting upwards he filled her tight hole in one swift motion. He began to fuck her hard, his cock pounding into her pussy with force. IU moans were muffled with her panties, trying to find a balance from the rough pounding with her wrist still being bound.  Soon she felt another cock pocking at her puckered entrance trying to find its way in. It was Jake the team captain.  IU gasped for breath as Jake pressed his hard cock against her asshole, slowly pushing inside, stretching her further. The sensation of being filled in both holes overwhelming. She felt so full, so deliciously used, as the two men began to move in unison, their cocks sliding in and out of her tight holes. Just like on the field, their coordination and timing of their thrust was perfect. “Fuck she’s so tight” Lucian and Jake grunted. “But you can take it, can’t you slut” Jake exclaimed as he slapped her ass cheek hard leaving a stinging sensation. “Yes, please fuck me harder” IU exclaimed through her muffled mouth. The men obliged, their thrusts becoming more powerful and intense. IU could feel their cocks sliding against each other, separated only by the thin wall of her anal canal, her body being used exactly as she craved. The twins that had been playing with her twins untied her hands and used both of her hands as if it was a pocket pussy fucking them. IU was in ecstasy, being used by all this men simultaneously, her body stretched and filled to the limit , she could feel her orgasm building , a coil of pleasure in her core ready to explode. Just as she thought it couldn't get any better, one of the players took the bullet vibrator and pressed it onto her clit, with the highest setting, causing an orgasm to rip through her body. The orgasm tightened her ass and pussy even more cause Jake to quicken his pace chasing his release. His breathe came in short, sharp gasps.  "I'm going to cum take my load you slut” With a final, powerful thrust, he unloaded his cum deep into her ass, the feeling of hot cum shooting inside her pushing IU over the edge. She cried out, her body shaking as another orgasm overtook her, her pussy clenching and contracting around the clock inside her. The twins also reached their peak, they aimed in at her tits, covering them in their warm, sticky cum. Lucian continued for a few more thrust before he eventually reached his peak, filling her pussy with a warm sensation. As their cocks slipped out, it was quickly replaced with another one pressed against her pussy as she spread her legs wider inviting him. A particularly well-endowed player replaced Jake and slowly pushed his thick cock into her ass as she moaned and whimpered, her body shaking with the intensity. IU was in ecstasy, her body filled and used, her holes stretched and dripping with cum. The men took turns, and soon, every one of them had emptied their balls into her or on her, their cum dripping out of her well-used holes nobody cared about sloppy seconds as they used all her holes repeatedly.

But she still had a promise to fulfil, a special reward for the MVP. Spitting out her panties and giving them to Xavier who sheepishly kept it, she took both Lucian and Jake hands and led them to the showers , swaying her hips seductively.. “ I know Jake was the MVP but you two were incredible out there," she purred, her eyes gleaming with desire. "I think we should continue our little reward session, don't you?" Lucian and Jake exchanged a glance, knowing exactly what she meant. They couldn't refuse such an offer, especially from the insatiable IU even if it meant sharing their prize.

The warm water ran down their bodies as they stepped under the sprays  Her naked body glistened in the shower's steam, her perky breasts and tight ass drawing the players' hungry gazes. IU started to clean both of them with her tongue, snaking out to lick the droplets of water from Lucian's chest. She teased his nipples with gentle bites and flicks, knowing he was sensitive there. Jake stood beside them, his breath quickening as he watched IU work her magic. Slowly, IU trailed kisses down Lucian's torso ensuring not to miss a single spot, her hands exploring his muscular body until she reached his thick meaty cock. Without hesitation, she took Lucian's length into her warm, wet mouth, sucking greedily. Her tongue swirled and teased, her lips sliding up and down his shaft. Jake couldn't resist anymore; he stepped closer, stroking his own cock as he watched IU work. She reached out with her free hand, pulling him closer, and took him into her mouth as well, swirling her tongue around his tips alternating between both cock. IU's expert blowjob had the boys moaning and cursing within minutes. She deep throated them, taking their entire lengths into her throat, her nose nuzzling their pubic bones. Her hands explored their balls, cupping and massaging them gently. At times she went lower tracing it from their balls all the way to the tip. This sensation left Jake and Lucian grunting and holding their release. Wanting to explore their bodies further, with a wicked glint in her eye, she released their cocks from her mouth, leaving them both whimpering with need. She stood and pushed Lucian against the shower wall, pressing her body against his. Her hands roamed over his chest and down his stomach, then lower, until she was on her knees in front of him once more. This time, however, she avoided his cock, instead planting kisses on his inner thighs, teasing him. IU then pulled his legs apart, exposing his tight hole, and without hesitation, she swirled her tongue over it, tasting the salty sweetness of his ass that remained from the match. Lucian gasped, his hands gripping the shower wall as he felt her tongue probe his most sensitive spot. Jake watched, mesmerized, as IU devoured Lucian's ass, rimming him passionately. He knew he was next, and the anticipation was killing him. IU's tongue worked its magic. "Damn, you know how to tease, don't you?" grunted Lucian, his breath coming in short bursts as he felt the pleasure coil in his gut. IU just giggled, the vibrations of her laugh sending shivers through his body. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she loved having these athletes at her mercy. “Your reward for playing so well”. Finally, IU pulled away, leaving Lucian wanting more. Then, she turned to Jake, who was rock hard and desperate for her attention. My turn," he growled, pulling her towards him. IU giggled again, loving their eagerness. She pushed Jake against the shower wall and eagerly sticked her tongue out licking his tight asshole.  "Lick my ass, slut. Clean it with that filthy tongue of yours." IU obliged as she swirled her tongue around the wrinkled hole, tasting the salty tang of his sweat, and moaned as she heard him groan in pleasure. "That's it," he encouraged, grabbing her hair and pushing her face deeper into his ass. "Stick that tongue in deep and fuck my hole with it." IU did as she was told, wriggling her tongue into his hole, feeling the tight ring of muscle clench around it. She loved the filthiness of it, the taboo nature of pleasing this man with her tongue in a way no one else had. With one of her hands, she reached over and stroke Jakes cock, sending him over the edge into another orgasm.

While Jake was recovering from his intense orgasm. Lucian grabbed IU and pushed her against the shower wall, his mouth finding hers in a hungry kiss. He explored her body with his hands, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples gently, earning a moan from IU. As Lucian kissed her, Jake approached from behind, his hands roaming over IU's body. He massaged her ass cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal her pink pussy and tight asshole. Jake dove in, his tongue lapping at her holes, eating her out from behind eager to return the favour as Jake continued to kiss and fondle her. IU was in heaven, being pleasured by two strong, handsome athletes. She moaned into Jake's mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her head fell back as Lucian's tongue teased her clit, his fingers probing her wet hole. IU's walls clenched as an orgasm began to build. She was so sensitive there, and Lucian knew exactly how to touch her. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" she cried out, her body shaking as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Lucian didn't let up, continuing to lick and suck as her juices flowed, coating his face. As IU came down from her high, she turned to Lucian, a playful glint in her eye. "Now, I think it's time to really get dirty, boys." She pushed them both against the wall, kneeling in front of them. "I want to feel you both inside me at the same time standing.”  Lucian and Jake knew exactly what she meant, and their cocks twitched with anticipation. They both lifted IU with Lucian infront and Jake at her back. She reached down to guide both of their cocks to her holes. She took Lucian's thickness into her pussy, moaning as he stretched her, then guided Jake's cock to her ass, ready for him to penetrate her tight hole. Slowly, they entered her, filling her up completely. IU cried out in pleasure, her body trembling as she took them both. She loved the feeling of being so full just and having no control as she was lifted by both muscular athlete who controlled the pace of her pounding. Lucian and Jake began to thrust, their movements alternating as they pounded into IU's willing body. She cried out with each thrust, her tits bouncing as they took turns slamming into her. The shower stall echoed with the sounds of their grunts and moans, the scent of sex filling the air.IU's body was on fire, pleasure radiating from her core. She reached down to rub her clit as they fucked her, needing that extra stimulation to send her over the edge. "Oh, yes, fuck me! Harder!" she cried out, encouraging them to give it to her rough. Lucian and Jake needed no further encouragement. They picked up the pace, their balls slapping against IU's pussy and ass with each powerful thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the shower, along with IU's moans and the occasional dirty encouragement. “That’s it, boys, give it to me! Pound my tight holes!" IU cried out, her body shaking as another orgasm built. "I'm going to cum again, oh God, don't stop!" Her words spurred them on, and they fucked her harder, their cocks plunging into her depths. IU screamed as she came, her body convulsing around their shafts. The feeling of her holes clenching around them sent the boys over the edge, and they erupted inside her, filling her holes again with their hot cum.

Still hard and wanting a switch, Lucian layed her on the shower ground doggystyle while Jake got under her. Without giving IU any downtime for rest from her previous orgasm, Jake thrusted into her again, letting her feel all 7 inch of his cock from her still sensitive core. Her insides were stirred one again as if changing its shape to accommodate Jake’s cock as a perfect fit now. IU started creaming on Jake’s cock something she had never done before. Lucian once again entered IU’s tight ass, which was already lubricated from the cum and shower water and slipped in way easier than he had expected. The two men had amazing stamina lasting long into this manner for many minutes. “ Oh yes continue to fuck me like this” she breathed as Lucian pushed into her stretching her ass even more around his thick shaft. From the front, Jake saw IU’s face being contorted with the amount of pleasure she was receiving, nothing like the face of the angelic idol they had known. Jake grabbed her head for a round of French kissing and saliva mixing, his hands went to her tits and pinched and turned them causing her to moan into his mouth. Lucian grabbed a handful of IU hair as handlebars as he began to fuck her harder, spanking her ass with every thrust. “Oh God this ass is so tight”. “Oh yes, harder!” she cried her head throw back in ecstasy aided by the pulling of her hair. Her ass was reddened with handprints by the rough handling. The sound of skin slapping against skin ensued and filled the shower room, along with the wet slick noises of their frenzied fucking. IU tits bounced vigorously with each thrust, and she could feel her orgasm building again like an express train. “ I’m gonna cum” She screamed, her body tensing as the pleasure exploded through her “Cum with me boys!” Her pussy clamped down on Jake’s cock as she came, her juices flowing around him. This sent Jake over the edge, and he filled her pussy with another hot load, though lesser than the previous, he groaned as he stayed inside her emptying his balls. At the same time, Lucian’s cock twitched inside her ass and surrendering to his pleasure shot his cum deep into her ass filling her up. IU collapsed forward, her body shaking, as the guys pulled out, their cum dripping from her gaping but satisfied holes.  She turned to them her face flushed and eyes sparking. “ That was amazing guys, way better than the win itself “ Jake and Lucian scooped some of the cum from ass and pussy and brought it to her mouth feeding it to her. IU eagerly took both of their fingers and sucked them clean. “Thank you Coach, that was the best gift ever” They both helped her up to shower and dried her off leading her back to the locker room where the other players cock were still raging from hearing the activities that happened in the shower. She knew this was far from over. As the afternoon wore on, the locker room echoed with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, desperate moans, and the ecstatic cries of a woman who existed solely for their pleasure. The room smelled of sweat and sex. IU, the insatiable idol coach became the team’s ultimate motivator, the reason they fought harder, ran faster, and scored more. And as the sun set on another victorious day, the team knew that their prize awaited them, ready to be taken and used however they desired. Little did they know, IU had a few surprises of her own planned for future victories, twists and turns that would push the boundaries of even their wildest fantasies. But for now, in the afterglow of their post-game orgy, she was content to let her players bask in the glory of their win and the taste of their coach on their lips.

If you got to this point thanks for reading. I got particularly horny and and decided to move from just a reader to i guess writing a piece, so heres my first ever written piece which took me a few hours. Now I was inspired by a few writers some of which are @lustspren @authorhjk1 @ggidolsmuts @yieldtotemptation @writerpeach @okaylikesmomo @worldsover and many others who I always look forward to their release. Honestly , I doubt I will ever write as good as any of them and none of them probably know me, probs just a random person commenting on their post but nonethleless their stories have always been amazing to me. Feel free to comment or send any ask on how I can improve cause I think this piece was pretty sloppily written even though in my head it was hot XD . Peace out, who knows maybe i will delete this after some time. have another Jieun whose my fav.

[pandorasprongs]

JAMIE TARTT | comfort crowd, you can always count.

PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 5.5k

SUMMARY: reader gets cheated on and jamie, whose trying to be a better friend and person, decides to help her out by hiding her phone for the day.

WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, language

A/N: first time writing something full length but i hope you guys enjoy this! sorry for the length but feel free to give any comments! (also, pretend that jamie continued to see dr. sharon after she leaves the team like ted did) EDIT: changed the title which is now based on the song comfort crowd by conan gray :)

As a physical therapist for a football team, there could be a multitude of reasons why a coach would call you down during training. Maybe someone twisted their ankle or landed on their foot the wrong way. Maybe it was because they did that stupid red string drill again. You really didn’t want to explain all over again that treating that was not your area of expertise. 

Luckily, everything seemed to be going smoothly as you walked onto the field and find the team doing their regular drills. All, except one player. You find Ted and Jamie in the middle of an argument — well, more of Ted joking around while Jamie was whining about something, the usual — and you approach them.

"Hi Coach, Jamie." You greet them, before asking Ted why he called for you. Without a verbal response, he surprises you by tossing an object to you. You swiftly catch it and dodge Jamie as he tries to reach out and grab it. You look down to see Jamie's phone.

You turn curiously to Ted who finally explains what is going on. "Our star player here," he rests his hand on Jamie’s shoulder, "managed to sneak his phone onto the pitch during training." At this point, poor Jamie is practically scowling. 

You try and hide your amusement, though can't help but let out a small laugh. Even with how he was acting right now, he still looked cute. Objectively, of course. Everyone on the team knew you had a boyfriend back home, so none of them ever tried something. That didn't mean you couldn't admire the aesthetics of the players. Well, a player. 

You started working at the club a little after Jamie went back to Man City, but everyone was pretty clear about their grievances with the guy, especially after the team got relegated. You vaguely remember Colin saying something about a jaundiced worm? So when he returned, you made sure to steer clear of him outside of your work obligations. Your feelings towards him were more apathy than anything else. But, once he started to get along with the team, that was basically your go signal to be nicer to him. 

In truth, you probably knew more about Jamie than you needed to, given how often he visits the treatment room. Even if it was just a small cramp or ache, he would request a quick check-up or PT session to make sure he can still play. During those times, you would end up chatting with him and talking about whatever was going on in both of your lives. That's probably why Ted decided to give the phone to you since he knew that you were one of the only people Jamie wouldn't wrestle to get it back.

"Now, why don't you hold on to that and Jamie can swing by your office to get it after practice, yeah?" Ted instructs you and you're more than happy to oblige.

"Sure thing, Coach." You smile as you slide his phone into your back pocket. You turn to Jamie who now has a defeated look on his face. "See you later, Jamie."

"Yeah, yeah," He responded, as you leave to go back to the treatment room. 

A few hours later, their training finished and the team was getting ready to go home. You contemplated going down and returning Jamie's phone yourself, but why make it easier for him? Since none of the players needed any treatment that day and all the records were backed up and updated, you spent most of the day aimlessly scrolling through your phone and the computer in the office. 

You liked looking through social media to see what your friends and family were doing back home. It was hard being away from them for so long, but it was always a dream of yours to go abroad. When you got the offer to work for Richmond, you just couldn't pass it up. Luckily, the daily calls and messages from your parents, friends, and your boyfriend Matt, helped treat the homesickness a little bit. Though recently, Matt's were much more scattered. You didn't think much of it, assuming that he was just busy at work.

You were starting to pack up for the day when you hear a ping from your phone. You expect it to be a message from Matt checking in on you, but instead, see a message from one of your best friends. ‘Hey! Heard about you and Matt, I'm so sorry. I know you're busy with your new life in England, but I'm always here if you need to talk.’

Both confusion and anxiety fill you as you finish reading the text. Why would she be sorry? You send a quick ‘???’ before three dots appear on her end.

‘I'm at a party rn and I saw Matt with a new girl? He said you guys broke up ages ago.’

You feel your heart racing. There's no way he would do that. It's Matt, for Christ's sake! You've been together since college and your relationship has survived worse things than long distance. Your lack of response prompts your friend to send another message — ‘I'm so sorry this is how you found out’, — along with a picture this time. Your hands are trembling as you open it and you see Matt in the background making out with another girl. 

That was enough to break the dam. You feel tears pooling in your eyes blurring your vision. You turn off your phone and just let the tears fall. It was already late, so there was less chance of someone walking in on you at such a low moment. Except, you forgot that you were still holding onto something.

Jamie, your most frequent visitor, didn't bother to knock and simply barged in. "Okay! Training’s over, it's time to return what's mine. Where are you keeping it hostage?" He greeted jokingly, which you couldn't even chuckle at.

You grabbed his phone from your desk drawer and reached out your hand for him to take it without even looking up. He accepts it gratefully and you swear you even hear him give it a kiss. He continued to celebrate before asking if you looked through it by any chance. You shake your head, more furiously than you intended, and hope that it was enough to get him to leave. But Jamie knew you better than you thought. Your slumped position and the fact you hadn't looked at him this whole time were good hints, but when he heard your quiet sniffles, he knew for sure.

"Fuck, are you crying?" You shake your head again, even more desperate for him to leave. Yes, you were comfortable around him, but having a breakdown in front of someone is at least a level 5 friendship type of thing.

You feel him spin the chair to make you face him. You still don't look up from your position, continuing to pick at your fingernails. He crouches down to your level and places his hands on your shoulders to try and comfort you. When you still don't look up at him, he finally asks, "What happened?"

"Just some stupid shit, Jamie. Don't worry." You respond shakily, as you try and wipe the tears from your eyes. 

"It can't be that stupid if you're crying at work about it." You let out a weak laugh and finally look up at him. His features are much softer than usual, even giving you a smile as you face him. Not his usual cocky smirks he does when he scores a goal or when he jokingly flirts with you. A genuine smile, one that helped ease your sadness a little bit.

At this point, Jamie has already seen your puffy face that for sure has obvious tear streaks, — you always hate how red your face gets when you cry — so how much of a stretch would it be to just tell him what's going on? You reach back for your phone which still has your friend’s chat open and hand it to him.

It takes a few seconds before Jamie realizes what's going on. "Oh, fuck."

He returns the phone to your hands, but not a second later, he's already enveloping you in a hug. It's hard to ignore how this is the first time you've ever had physical contact with Jamie outside of your PT sessions and it's even harder to not feel embarrassed of the reason why.

"I'm so sorry," He whispers and you can't help but laugh as you remove yourself from him.

"Why are you saying sorry? It's not like you're the one who cheated on me. It's that dipshit over there in the photo." You emphasize the last word as you return your phone to the table. "I don't even know why I held on so long. I just hoped that we could make it, you know? We’ve been together for years!" You start, trying to hold back tears as you explain it to Jamie. "What makes it more shitty is that he didn't even have the balls to break it off with me first."

You sigh, "You know what, maybe it's me. Maybe I shouldn't have gone halfway across the world without him. If I didn't, then—"

"No, fuck that!" Jamie interrupts you as he stands up, his eyebrows knitting together in annoyance. "If anyone's at fault, it's him. You didn't do shit, so stop blaming yourself."

You can't help but be surprised at how passionate Jamie is about this, his tone reminding you of Roy. It must've shown on your face because Jamie takes a step back. "Sorry if I shouted,"

You laugh. "No, it's fine. You're right, fuck him." You get up from your chair and start collecting your stuff. Once you're ready to leave, you turn once again to the football player. "Thanks, by the way. See you tomorrow, Jamie."

As you make your way to the door, Jamie stops you. "Wait, how are you getting home?"

"Oh, I usually just walk." You respond, rubbing your nose.

"No way. Come on, I'm driving you." Jamie declares and before you can even protest, he's grabbed your hand and dragging you out of the treatment room.

"Jamie, I am perfectly capable of walking home." You remind him as the two of you make it to the parking lot. It is already dark out and definitely colder than you expected, but you remain unfazed. You didn't want to burden the football player anymore, but when had Jamie ever not been stubborn?

"I'm sure you are, but I've been working on being a good person, so who am I to let a girl walk home alone this late?" When Jamie opened the door of the passenger side for you and did a small bow, you rolled your eyes.

"You know, most good people don't say they're good people." You point out as you finally give in and sit in the car. 

"I told you I'm working on it." He reminds you as he closes your door. You chuckled, as you make yourself comfortable. You knew that all the players including Jamie had expensive and extravagant cars, but you didn't realize how nice it was even in the interior. 

You don't have enough time to admire the inside though, as Jamie gets into the driver's seat and starts the car. He instructs you to put on your seatbelt in his usual Mancunian accent which makes you laugh. The last time someone reminded you to put on your seatbelt was when your mom was visiting and you had to take a taxi back to your flat.

You input your address on his phone and finally leave the parking lot. The drive to your house was quiet, and you weren't sure if it was an awkward or comfortable silence. Maybe somewhere in between, given that Jamie didn't seem too bothered by it. It took around 10 minutes before either of you said anything since you spent that time looking through your phone.

You went through your friends' posts and notice a lot of them were at that party. In almost all of them, Matt was with that girl. You don't even recognize her, so if she was at that party, it meant that he brought her with him.

You decide to take your mind off it and finally asked something that has been on your mind since you left. "Jamie, why are you being so nice to me?"

You see him get ready to give his whole "trying to be a better person” speech and stop him. "I get you are trying to improve yourself, but you didn't have to offer to drive me home."

"Did you really want to walk home tonight?" He glances at you quickly, before turning back to the road. Truthfully, you didn't. 

Despite having lived in London for a few months, it still took an abnormal amount of focus to navigate the town. Not to mention the care it takes to make sure you don't get hit by a car by looking at the wrong side. You were in no state to make it home by yourself.

Noticing your silence, Jamie took that as your answer. "Look, we're friends, yeah? As my friend, I wouldn't want to leave you roaming the city by yourself and not being sure if you'd get home safe." You smile but keep your head straight.

He adds, "Plus, you just got your heart broken. Part of me’s worried you'd just end up in a pub and fuck someone to get over him."

You turn to him shock and punch his shoulder. "Jamie, is that what you think of me? That I'd go and find the first guy willing to sleep with me and go home with him?"

"It's what I would do!" You roll your eyes. Sometimes, you forget that the old Jamie is still in there, the him that can be a total prick. Most of the time he only came out during games, but turns out there isn’t a definite on-and-off switch for it.

"Well, I'm not Jamie fucking Tartt. But you're right, I probably would've gotten lost and ended up in a bar." You finally admit and turn to look out the window and sigh.

Jamie must've sensed something and quickly apologizes. "Hey, I didn't actually mean that. I know you wouldn't find a one-night stand. I mean, to be honest, I haven't had one in a while either, so I don't know why—"

You cringe and urge him to stop. "Jamie, it's fine. I know you don't mean it like that." He relaxes and nods his head, causing you to let out a small laugh at how nervous he was to make you feel bad. 

"But thank you," You say as he turns the corner to your flat. As he stops the car, you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to him. "for you know, being a good friend."

You see the footballer give you a smile, a genuine one like before. Soon after though, he asks, "Could I get that in writing? I need proof for Dr. Sharon."

You roll your eyes as you get out. "Good night, Jamie." 

You walk into the building and only hear the car leave once you close the door behind you. You go up to your flat and you've never been so happy to see your bed. You take off your shoes but don't even bother changing. You spend the next few hours scrolling through whatever posts you could find that have Matt in them.

—

It's been a few weeks since that night, but your habits are even worse than before. Checking Matt's posts, looking at what his friends are saying, even stalking his new girlfriend's account was basically part of your daily routine. She's fucking beautiful too, much to your dismay. 

It's even starting to affect your work. If he hadn't shrieked in pain, you would've twisted Richard's foot off. All you were thinking about that session was the post you saw. It was a picture of Matt and the girl with the caption, ‘my favorite girl ;)’

You apologized profusely to Richard and check to make sure you didn't do too much damage. You spend the rest of the session thinking about something else. Anything else, like how nice the weather has been. How well the team's doing. How empty your bedroom wall looks now that you took off all the pictures with Matt. Fuck.

The next day, you head to the locker room to talk to Richard and to also see if anyone needs any treatment. You sit on the bench nearest to the door as you wait for the whole team. You quickly greet the players passing by you, but can't take your eyes off your phone. That is until someone rips it from your grasp.

"Hey!" You look up to see Jamie in some of his usual clothes. Dark tie-die hoodie, his 'ICON' hat, and the fanny pack where he puts your phone in. He ignores your protest and simply replied, "You're blocking my locker."

"Jamie, give it back!" You stand up and try and grab his bag, but he quickly takes it off and throws it to Ted, who had just walked out of his office. He catches it and turns to the two of you in surprise.

"You mind keeping that in your office, Coach? Need to keep this one," Jamie slings his arm on your shoulders, "away from it."

You try and plead with Ted, but he was already throwing it to Beard who shoved it in his desk drawer and locked it without question. You plop down on the bench in defeat, but not without glaring up at Jamie.

"Jamie, I will never forgive you for this." You say as seriously as you can, but it only makes him laugh. 

"You'll get it back at the end of the day." He says as he moves to take off his hoodie. You leave him to get ready and head to Richard to give him some ointment for his ankle if it bloats (you can't help but notice him flinch when you come near), before heading to the treatment room to get your treatment bag. If you weren't going to have your phone this whole time, might as well find entertainment on the pitch.

You reach the pitch and settle down next to Will, who was setting up. You make small talk with the kitman as the team starts to make their way to the pitch for training. You watch Jamie pass by, who then turns around and stops in front of you. "What are you doing down here?"

"Do you really have to ask?”

"So you'll be here for all of training?" He asks, and you nod in response. "Okay then, enjoy the view." Jamie winks at you and you only roll your eyes, as he gives you a confident smirk before joining his teammates.

If he had done that a month ago, you wouldn't have batted an eye. It's just Jamie being Jamie, right? But after breaking up with Matt and how kind Jamie was that night, it's almost like his little habits have a new meaning. 

Walking with you when you arrive at the same time, bringing you his extra pastries when he gets free muffins from the girl who runs the nearby bakery, and even what he did today. It pissed you off, yeah, but you had to admit that it was for the better. Can't be tempted to check Matt's page if you don't have anything to check it with, right? 

But you shake it off. Jamie's just a friend, a really attractive, kind, and fun to be around friend. Even if you were starting to like him — which you weren't, — it didn't matter. Jamie didn't see you like that. He's just trying to be a better person and him helping you was just a way for him to do that.

You spend the rest of your morning watching training, either being entertained by their game or looking out for any of the players getting injured. It was pretty light drills given that they had a game soon. If you weren't doing that, you were listening to Will talking about what he planned on doing during the weekend. He even invited you to a nice jazz bar, which you kindly declined.

Once they were out for their lunch break, you leave your treatment bag there since you'd be back anyway for the afternoon training. You wave goodbye to Will before walking back inside the building. As some of the players pass by you, you compliment how well they're doing in training which is met by a chorus of thank you's.

You almost open the door to the treatment room, when you hear someone call out your name. You see Jamie jogging towards you. "How's the phone drought going?"

"Well, I would've used it to call my best friend who is halfway across the world and eat lunch with them, but as you know," you shrug, watching a hint of guilt grow on the football player’s face. "I'm kidding. What's up?"

"Do you wanna go out for lunch? Keeley said there's a nice Italian place down the road from here." He explained.

"Did she also say to post it on your socials?" You add and when he takes a second to answer, you both laugh. "Sure, sounds fun. Though, I'm not taking any pictures of you." Jamie exaggerates his disappointment, placing his hand on his chest and groaning as if he's just gotten shot.

Jamie puts on a sweatshirt to hide his kit — as if that's the only way people would recognize him — before the two of you head over to the restaurant. It was way too packed to get a table so you guys decide to order take-out and eat it at your office instead.

You guys make your way back to the building, talking about the most random things. Jamie mentioned how a fan had seen him at a restaurant and spent fifteen minutes explaining and analyzing how the footballer could've won Lust Conquers All. You mentioned how much you loved Vanilla ice cream because when your parents would buy the Neapolitan ice cream, — the 3-in-1 deal was hard to resist — it was the only flavor your brothers hadn't completely devoured by the time you got some.

It didn't stop when you made it back to the building and had your lunch. As always, Keeley knew the perfect places to endorse. The Carbonara pasta from the place was absolutely delicious and after trading some for Jamie's meal, the Chicken and Mushroom Risotto might even taste better. 

You had taken a picture of the food before you started eating, but Jamie needed a picture of himself with the food for his post. Despite your statement earlier, you decide to take a picture for him anyway, for Keeley. As you took multiple shots, you started joking around to get him to make a genuine smile. Jokes ranged from ones about the sounds his teammates made during sessions and ones about the old celebration videos of Ted. You finally get a satisfying picture and call Jamie over. He leans over your shoulder and you feel the heat rising in your face. 

"Looks good," He says before sitting back down in his chair. You return his phone to him and continue to eat your Carbonara before you hear a shutter sound. You look up to see Jamie taking pictures of you. You try and (fail to) cover the camera as it’s your turn to laugh at the jokes Jamie was making. "Here, some photos of you if you feel like posting. You look nice,"

You try and ignore the feeling you get after he said that. "Thanks, Jamie. You mind sending those to me when I get my phone back?" He chuckles and nods.

The two of you continue to spend the lunch together till you had to get back on the pitch. It was only while walking did you realize that you didn't think of Matt the entire lunch time. You don't know if Jamie had been doing it on purpose, but if he was, he was doing a great job at helping you forget him. Like a good friend.

The second half of training was even more relaxed than the first, so no emergency situations for you to deal with. Sam was getting cramps after training though, so you decided to have a session with him before leaving for the day. You wait outside till most of the players had changed to find Jamie.

You see him fastening his fanny pack as he leaves the locker room and you reach out to grab it. But he's quicker. "Nope, don't you have a PT session with Sam? Your day isn't over just yet." That said football player was still changing, so you still had some time.

"Aren't you heading home soon?" You continue to try and reach over Jamie's broad chest to take it but to no avail.

"I can wait. Look, Sam's ready." You turn around to see Sam in a nice collared shirt and his spare training shorts. He'd only brought jeans to change and it's pretty difficult to treat him in them, so you'd asked him to wear whatever shorts he had. 

You give him a smile and lead him to the treatment room, not without giving Jamie a less-than-polite gesture. You hear him chuckle — “Guess you really want me to be a prick, huh?” — as you close the door behind you.

Sam said the cramps weren't too bad, but you still wanted to be thorough in case they came back later tonight. It took around 45 minutes, and Sam seemed much better afterward.

"Thank you so much," Sam said as he sat up from his position. "and sorry for holding you up, I know how much you want to go home before leaving for the game tomorrow."

"It's alright, Sam. It's my job to make sure you guys are fit and ready for all your matches. Good luck, yeah?" Sam thanks you again and hops down from the treatment table, grabbing his jacket and heading out. You stretch your back and relax before you hear the door open again.

You don't have to look up to know who it is. "Thank God, where's my phone, Tartt?"

Jamie lets out an exaggerated gasp. "We back to last-name basis now?" He tosses your phone to you, and you find multiple messages waiting. You decide to check them on the way home and slide your phone into your back pocket.

"I already sent the pics I took earlier, plus my own, in case you ever want to print it and hang it on your wall." You give up even rolling your eyes at him. You grab the bag that you fixed before the session and start heading out the door. Jamie appears at your side as you walk to the parking lot.

"Deja vu, huh?" You say as Jamie's car is the only one in the parking lot.

"Feel like going for a joyride?" He says as you turn to face him.

Your eyebrows knit together. "We’re going to be stuck on a bus for hours tomorrow. Don't you want to go home and rest or something?"

He checks his watch and shrugs. "We still got time." He leads you to the car, but this time you open the door for yourself and slide in.

You watch Jamie start the car without putting an address into his phone. As the two of you buckle your seatbelt and leave, you start to scroll through your texts. 

Your unread messages were made up of your parents sending pictures from their spontaneous date, one of your brothers asking for a video message from Isaac for his son's birthday, and your friends trying to organize a trip to visit you. 

You reply to as many of the messages as you can before you notice that Matt still hasn't sent you anything. No apology, explanation, or anything. You take a deep breath and finally unfollow him and the rest of his friends. You feel like a weight has been lifted off of you. You put the final nail in the coffin when you blocked his number. This is it, and you've never felt better.

You look up and realize that you don't recognize any of your surroundings. You turn to Jamie who is still unfazed by it, looking straight ahead. 

"Jamie, if this good friend thing was all just some elaborate ruse to bring me to the middle of nowhere and murder me, you are obligated to tell me right now."

Jamie lets out a laugh. "Calm down, will you? We're here," You turn toward the dashboard and see some people walking on the sidewalk. At least there's still civilization here. He stops the car and parks it in front of this beautiful garden. 

You get out of the car and walk towards the gate. Even with the dim lights, the place looks much more lively than the rest of the area. The entire garden is a mix of various flowers and plants, colors ranging from relaxing white and green to some brighter ones like violet and yellow. Jamie opens the gate for the both of you as you look around in awe. The two of you walk over to one of the benches in front of a small lake bordered by a fence. Despite its main purpose of making sure no one falls in, it doesn't seem out of place in the area.

"You know, if you were planning on murdering me, I wouldn't mind dying in a place like this." You turn to Jamie as you sit down. He gives you a small smile before settling next to you. "How'd you even find this place?"

Jamie hesitated for a minute, and you quickly add, "You don't have to tell me if it's too much." Jamie shakes his head and sighs.

"Back when I just got back to Richmond, I still had a lot of shit to make up for. Everyone still hated me, and I didn't really know what to do. I was pissed that they didn't want to give me a chance, so I tried to talk to Keeley about it. She brought me to Dr. Sharon." You knew that a lot of the players were seeing her when she worked here, but you didn't realize that even Jamie was seeing her.

"She knew I was trying, but said it didn't help that I'd get riled up during games and sometimes go back to my old habits like hogging the ball, so she told me to find something or someplace to relax before them. I drove around that night and just went around till I found this place. It was like a mini field of flowers like the ones in Amsterdam that my mom took me to when I was a kid."

"I go here every night before a game or before we leave for an away game and just sit here, looking at the lake and the flowers. It relaxes me, I guess." Jamie looks down and starts playing with his hands, and you see a version of the football player that you've never seen before. This Jamie is vulnerable, quiet, nervous even. He was sharing a part of himself and you’d be a massive prick if you made him feel bad about it.

You reach out and grab his hand and enclose it with both of yours. You keep your eyes on him as he looks up to meet them. You smile at him and hope it eases his nerves even just a little bit like he did for you back then. It does, as seen in how his shoulders relax afterward.

"Thanks for sharing this with me, Jamie. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone else and you can continue to keep this place all to yourself." You nudge him with your shoulder before standing up to look at the lake. It almost looked like the water was glowing, illuminating the fish swimming in it.

Jamie moves to stand next to you. You two are both quiet for a beat, before he interlaces your fingers again, "Maybe not all to myself." You turn to him and see his expression, a mix of his usual confident self but the vulnerability from a while ago. Without thinking, you lean in to kiss him.

If it caught him by surprise, he didn't show it. Jamie kisses you back, more enthusiastically than you expected. You let go of his hand and interlace your fingers behind his neck. His hands travel down to your waist and you feel him smile against you. Your back presses against the railing as he continues to deepen the kiss and holds you closer to him to steady you. Your senses kick in and finally pull away when you realize that you're in public.

"Shit Jamie, not here," You whisper, looking around to see if anyone caught you making out with AFC Richmond's star player.

"You wanna head back to your place?" That's what makes you push him away and he chuckles. 

"Take me out on a few dates." You give him a quick kiss on the lips before walking back to the car. "Maybe I'll consider it then."

[mitskijamie]

Do you think Ted was a good coach?

Oof. Controversy!

This is a loaded question, because if you look at his end results, you can't deny that he's a "good coach" in the sense that he was able to completely turn the team around and take them to the top of the league. He was definitely doing something right!!

However I feel like I can't really call him a "good coach" with my whole chest because he doesn't know ANYTHING about the sport he's coaching, nor does he really seem to make any effort to learn (like, he doesn't understand the offside rule until 3 years after starting the job. Why?) He's certainly good as part of a coaching team, because he's excellent at building relationships and connecting with his players, but he would be nowhere without Beard, Nate, and Roy, because at the end of the day a team just can't be successful if their coaches don't know anything about the strategy/technique of the game.

Also, Ted's expertise is in coaching kids, not adult professionals, and that really shows in how he handles Richmond sometimes. His whole "winning isn't what's important, it's all about teamwork and having fun and being the best version of yourself :)" is a fantastic mindset for, say, the coach of a little league team, but (as Beard points out) not as wonderful for coaching professionals whose whole job is winning. They're not there to have fun and learn the value of teamwork, they're there to win. I get that the return to football as a fun childhood hobby is a theme on the show, and there's nothing wrong with that, but I feel like Ted doesn't always fully understand the gravity of the sport for people who are truly invested, and he doesn't always do a great job of balancing "having fun and growing as individuals" with like. Doing what these men are paid millions of dollars to do.

As a preschool teacher, I think the way Ted handles conflict is also very reminiscent of how adults handle conflict between young children, which is another thing that would make him a fantastic coach for a kids' team but works against him in a professional setting. In s2, for example, rather than just going to Roy as a superior speaking to an employee and telling him to get over himself and coach Jamie because he's a grownup and that's his job, he tries to get Roy and Jamie to talk it out and come to a resolution like they're two kindergarteners fighting over a toy. He was doing Social Emotional Learning on them, and even though it ultimately benefitted them as individuals, it was not the best or quickest way to deal with a workplace conflict like that between two adults. Can you imagine going to your boss like "hey, the person who's supposed to be training me won't talk to me at all or answer any of my questions and I'm kind of lost" and they were like "lol and what do you expect me to do about that? That's on you, I'm not gonna tell him what to do" insanity

TL;DR I think Ted is fantastic with people and that's a huge asset to him in coaching, but I don't think he knows anywhere near enough about soccer to be a bona fide "good coach" of a professional team. I also think the way he handles his players and their conflicts would be an asset to him if he were a kids' coach or a teacher, but sometimes is frustrating and infantilizing when applied to professionals

[asweetprologue]

also the thing is. the thing about jamie teaching roy things this episode and being the one to exhibit knowledge and expertise. is that it balances them out. roy has always been the person with more experience because their relationship has always been purely about football. he was the person jamie looked up to when he was a young player, and now hes jamie's coach. but this episode shows that jamie also has things he can teach roy, and that their relationship can expand and be more dynamic when they're not on the pitch. it equalizes some of the power in their relationship

[growingstories]

Part 2: Jack, star of the field, the making of (NEW PICTURES)

Once a successful 40-year-old football coach, Johnson found himself divorced and seeking a new purpose in life. His passion for the game burned strong, but it was his desire to nurture and shape young talent that led him down an unexpected path.

One day, news broke about a promising young football player named Jack, who possessed immense potential but struggled with gaining weight and building strength. Johnson saw this as an opportunity to not only help Jack fulfill his dreams but also reign to his own coaching career.

Coach Johnson approached Jack's parents and proposed an unorthodox plan. He would take Jack into his own home, dedicating his time and effort to guide the young athlete towards success. Without persuasion, Jack's parents agreed, recognizing the dedication and expertise Coach Johnson carried.

The first few weeks were rigorous for both Johnson and Jack. They followed the same fitness routines, pushing their limits to improve strength and endurance. Coach Johnson was with Jack every step of the way, providing guidance and motivation. But lost track on his own fitness and food intake.

However, as time went by, Coach Johnson found himself overwhelmed with coaching responsibilities. Balancing his professional duties with personal goals became increasingly challenging. Recognizing the importance of Jack's development, Coach Johnson refused to back down and kept pushing Jack by leading by example.

Determined to help Jack reach his full potential, Coach Johnson immersed himself in research, seeking alternative methods to support Jack's weight gain. He discovered that nutrition played a vital role in building muscle. Thus, he decided to take matters into his own hands and adopt a new approach.

Coach Johnson started cooking larger and more nutritious meals both for himself and Jack. He dove headfirst into understanding meal plans, caloric intake, and macutronrient ratios. With every meal, he aimed to provide Jack with the right nutrients to support his growth and with Jack’s also his own…

The consequences of Coach Johnson's new focus on food started to manifest in his own body. As a 40-year-old, his metabolism had slowed, making it more difficult to shed extra pounds. With his attention primarily on Jack's progress, Coach Johnson gains were very noticeable, especially as he was used to parade his chiseled upperbody shirtless on the trainingfield. The gains were so fast that he was still blind for it himself. Eventhough he started to be out of breath fast which he blamed on the heath.

Over time, Jack football's career flourished, thanks to Coach Johnson's dedication and their shared efforts. From being a scrawny athlete struggling to gain weight, Jack transformed into a professional player determined to leave his mark on the sport.

But as Jack celebrated his accomplishments Coach, Johnson faced a different reality. He had gained 50 pounds during their journey, inadvertently sacrificing his own fitness and health for the sake of Jack's growth.

Jack, now aware of the toll it had taken on his mentor, expressed his gratitude and shared his intentions of taking care of Coach Johnson. Inspired by his own transformation, Jack took it upon himself to help Coach Johnson regain his health.

Together, they developed a new fitness routine for Coach Johnson, focusing on weight loss and overall well-being. Jack's understanding of fitness and nutrition, honed through his own journey, gave him the tools to support Coach Johnson's reclamation of himself.

Months passed, and with Jack's guidance and unwavering support, Coach Johnson gradually shed the weight excess he had gained. As he found himself reclaiming his physical and mental strength, Coach Johnson realized how intertwined their journeys had been. But no matter how hard he tried, he never lost the last few pounds…

[treykingston]

EVER HEARD THE STORY OF MR FADED GLORY? HE WHO RIDES THE PONY MUST SOME DAY FALL

Name: Trey Kingston

Nickname: T

Gender & Pronouns: Cis man & he/him

Age: 28

Occupation: Physical therapist & Sports medicine student

Origins: Blue Harbor, IL (moved away at 3, visited between 3-18, returned at 18)

Neighborhood: Cardinal Hill

Relationship status: single

SUMMARY: With big dreams and the heart of a competitor Trey Kingston was born into the world in Blue Harbor but moved away to New York at the age of 3 when his father got a job out of state. The Kingstons visited every summer and Trey eventually made a return to Blue Harbor as a resident when he attended university with the goal of sports medicine. He'd risen up the ranks in football and track by then, winning state championships and setting records, and by the time he'd graduated university Trey was drafted into the NFL playing for the Minnesota Vikings. That dream endured for 3 years until a career ending injury took him out of the game entirely. Trey is back in school while working as a physical therapist to continue on his path of sports medicine.

BIOGRAPHY

Born in Blue Harbor, as a toddler Trey Kingston spent most of his young life in New York after his family relocated there for a job opportunity his father couldn't pass up. It was a modest lifestyle, the family didn't have a ton of money, but they were happy and always found a way to get by together. With much of the Kingston and Williams family back in Blue Harbor and surrounding cities/towns like Chicago Trey's family would go back every summer to visit. Often times, due to his father's work demands, he would fly in and out throughout the summer break. Despite that particular struggle it was a tradition for each summer that they would never break.

Early on Trey displayed gifts in athleticism and played many sports, mostly football and track, but he loved most and could often be found on a basketball court or baseball field having the time of his life. He worked and trained at each sport, valued his coaches and their insights and expertise because he wanted to be the best. The goals he had were lofty and he was absolutely obsessed. Even when it came to school the only reason he truly did as well as he did was due to the requirements the school had when it came to playing. It was good in that it made Trey take academics seriously, even if he first and foremost only had been motivated for playing time.

Somewhere in his youth a girl came along. A pretty blonde next door that had stolen his young heart from the moment he'd seen her. They'd become fast friends and close in no time, spending as much of their free time together as possible and even apart of the same clique of friends at school. Their bond had become so strong that his family had accepted her as one of their own and ended up taking her with them on their summer vacations each year to Blue Harbor. Despite Trey having heart eyes for her as kids it wasn't until they were teenagers, around sixteen, that something sparked between them and they let their friendship morph into dating. They were solid for two years before she'd broken up with him and told him she was leaving New York. What had crushed him the most was her confession that she'd slept with someone else and had feelings for them.

After he'd been all state for four years running Trey was able to get into many of his top universities, but he had chosen to go home to Blue Harbor and attend the university there. While playing football and running in track he began the long journey of studying sports medicine. After he'd graduated from university he'd gone into the NFL draft and had been picked by the Minnesota Vikings in the second round. Unfortunately a bad injury three years into his career had ended his life long dream to be a professional athlete. It was tough but he had his base education and got licensed as a physical therapist and began working out of the community hospital in Blue Harbor. Trey also enrolled back in university and began continuing his education with the new goal of becoming a sports doctor.

If he couldn't play anymore or run track then he wanted to be on sidelines and apart of the team as a support. That wasn't good enough for the girlfriend he'd had when he'd been drafted into the NFL. She dumped him when she realized he wouldn't be going back to the NFL post injury. Some of his family had given him the 'I told you so' razzing, many of them having seen her fame riding, gold digging ways while Trey had been a bit blind to it because he'd always been a lover boy. Though, for now, all that has been set aside so that he could work toward his PhD.

[bidotorg]

🌟✨ Getting to Know Nadine Angerer: A Football Legend and Trailblazer!

✨🌟 Nadine Angerer is not just a name; she's a powerhouse in the world of football, leaving an indelible mark on the sport through her remarkable skill, leadership, and trailblazing achievements.

🏆⚽️ Let's dive into the fascinating story of this football icon: Born on November 10, 1978, in Lohr am Main, West Germany, Angerer discovered her passion for football at a young age. Despite facing challenges as a female athlete in a male-dominated sport, she pursued her dreams with unwavering determination.

Renowned for her exceptional goalkeeping prowess, Angerer's lightning-fast reflexes, and unmatched agility made her a formidable presence on the field. She played for various clubs throughout her illustrious career, including Bayern Munich and Brisbane Roar.

Angerer's impact transcended club football; she became a stalwart for the German national team, earning over 140 caps during her tenure. She played a pivotal role in Germany's dominance in women's football, notably winning the UEFA Women's Championship and the FIFA Women's World Cup. Beyond her achievements on the pitch, Angerer has been a vocal advocate for LGBT rights. In a 2010 interview, Angerer told German magazine Die Zeit that she was bi. "I am very open about this because I am of the opinion that there are nice guys and nice women," she explained. Angerer married her longtime girlfriend, Magdalena Golombek, in 2016. Her openness and authenticity have inspired countless individuals worldwide.

Following her retirement from playing, Angerer transitioned into coaching, further contributing her expertise to the sport she loves. Her insights and experience continue to shape the next generation of football talent. Angerer's contributions to football have not gone unnoticed. She has received numerous accolades, including the FIFA World Player of the Year award in 2013, cementing her status as one of the greatest goalkeepers of all time.

Her legacy extends far beyond the field, inspiring athletes of all backgrounds to pursue their passions fearlessly. Nadine Angerer's journey embodies resilience, excellence, and the power of authenticity. She has shattered barriers, defied expectations, and left an indelible legacy that will inspire generations to come.

Here's to celebrating her remarkable achievements and the impact she continues to make in the world of football and beyond! ⚽️🌈 #MarchMadness

[boltupbitches]

I've been watching football since I was a kid. I also played flag football two different times in a charity event in high school. Where can I apply to be the Chargers' next head coach?

That's about equivalent to Stanley's expertise, right?

[thommi-tomate]

Philipp Lahm Column

The year begins sadly. Franz Beckenbauer has died. He gave more to German football than anyone else and embodied his country in the best possible way. With wit, charisma, expertise, charm and optimism. The world bows before this shining light.

Beckenbauer always instilled enormous confidence in Germans. First as a player, then as a coach and finally as the man behind the 2006 summer fairytale. It was always true: if Franz takes care of things, nothing can happen to us

I didn’t experience Franz Beckenbauer as a player; the last time he was on the pitch was shortly before I was born. But I did experience the reverence with which my father spoke of him. And when I later looked at the old recordings from the 60s and 70s, some still in black and white, I immediately noticed something: everything was much slower than it is today. The players took a long time to position the ball. They only passed it with their second or third touch. Except for one. Franz played the ball directly to where he wanted it. He played in a way that became common decades later. Like a man from the future.

I have a free-kick in my mind’s eye that he, in a Bayern shirt, flicked over the wall and into the corner of the goal with the outside of his foot after a straight run-up. This goal must have seemed like a miracle to those who witnessed it.

Beckenbauer embodied this progress, this technical innovation, with unprecedented ease. And he was not only more elegant than the others, he had a different idea of football and teamwork. He became a role model for a generation. Der Kaiser modernised football, accelerated it, made it more beautiful. I can’t think of anyone who changed the game in the same way.

When West Germany became world champions in 1990 under Beckenbauer, I was glued to the television as a six-year-old. I think I watched every game of that World Cup. I remember the penalty kick Andi Brehme scored to win the title. And the hairstyle of the team manager, who entertained the whole country with his jokes.

You saw a world champion coach who worked so hard that his mother worried about him “because Franz was so thin”. He knew how to address his players. “Geht’s raus und spielt’s Fußball.”: “Go out on to the pitch and play football.” He gave everyone courage, because one thing was always clear to everyone: nothing can go wrong with Franz.

In 2006, when the World Cup kicked off in Germany, I was on the pitch. The goal I scored in the opening game against Costa Rica is one of the highlights of my career. Being able to play a World Cup in your home country is a priceless gift. The connection with the crowd, the closeness to the fans, has always filled me with confidence. The 2006 experience carried me through my career. It also made me realise my responsibility as a footballer.

The World Cup transformed Germany. A nation that was used to looking at itself very critically suddenly recognised its beautiful teams. A free-playing Germany helped the country look itself in the mirror. Football helped Germany to recognise itself.

We all know mistakes were made around the 2006 World Cup. But in the case of Beckenbauer, something got out of balance. His life’s work for German football and his country cannot be overestimated. The Sommermärchen would not have been possible without the president of the organising committee.

Another tournament is due to be held in Germany this summer. Times have changed, the world is plagued by many crises. We have to adapt, strengthen our community and learn to appreciate Europe and all its achievements again. To do this, we need a new impetus

Europe can do this, its people are capable of it. And football as a cultural asset is part of European civil society. The game can create solidarity and unite people across borders. The many warm-hearted obituaries Franz Beckenbauer has received from all countries shows this.

Euro 2024 should strengthen our cohesion and the European idea. For sport to achieve this, it needs authentic personalities who radiate satisfaction, pride and optimism. Franz Beckenbauer always did that. That is his legacy.

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

I’m curious about the football au

- lou-writes-things

Thank you! :D

Ok! This is one I'm excited about but will probably be slow to write for... reasons. It's American (or Canadian, it probably won't much matter) football. College or pro, probably also doesn't matter. I'll be making things up but they're all going to be adults.

I actually wrote out the whole opening for it yesterday morning and realized that it may wind up being a separate one shot if I can't tie it into the main story how I'd like... (I'll put a snippet of it below the cut).

But first, my hopes/dreams/plans...

So, I read another football AU a while back (and loved it) where Julie was the daughter of their coach but I really, REALLY wanted her to be able to be like on the boys' level or higher in football knowledge and expertise but it was taking me forever to figure out how to make that work with ages and everything (original idea was to have her as a coach of some sort). AND THEN I remembered an old Archie comic wherein Betty joins the high school team as a kicker. And now we're here. So that's how Luke and the boys formally meet Julie - as an "interloping girl" on their team and she's INCREDIBLE and carries her own and bada bing bada boom Juke (and everyone else).

Now for sneak peak:

The next time he sees her, he stops short, causing Reggie and Alex to stumble over him.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Alex exclaims.

“I didn’t know we were sharing field time with the girls,” Luke says once he regains his composure.

“We’re not? It’s training camp. Just us.” Reggie reminds him.

“Then why…?” Luke trails off and Alex and Reggie follow his gaze to see what his issue is.

“Ooooooh, is that gym girl?” Reggie asks with a teasing lilt to his voice.

Luke nods and continues moving. “Yeah. But I don’t understand why she’d be here.”

[lavasier-tuinei]

Lavasier Tuinei, renowned Offensive MVP of the 2012 Rose Bowl, has successfully transitioned from a standout football player to becoming one of the most sought-after speed coaches in the state of Oregon. As the founder of MVP Academy in Eugene, OR, Tuinei has dedicated himself to guiding student-athletes towards reaching their full potential and securing scholarships at the collegiate level. With an impressive track record of helping over 20 athletes in Eugene alone secure Division-1 offers in football, soccer, and volleyball, Tuinei's expertise and unparalleled understanding of the game sets him apart from other trainers in the field.

[thegametimeguru]

Episode 268: Mike Westhoff - Special Teams Guru in the NFL

Thirty-Two Years!! Yes, 32 years is how long Mike Westhoff spent as a coach in the NFL. He was well known for his time as a Special Teams Coach as he revolutionized the whole concept of Special Teams in the league. 

Today he joins the show to discuss his journey with us. Including some of his time with Dan Marino when Mike was coaching with the Dolphins. We'll hear about his time with the Jets and what happened when Tim Tebow found his way on the roster. (Funny stories you may not actually know). And we'll even break down what it was like coaching Taysom Hill over at New Orleans during his time as a coach with the Saints. 

Mike has recently published a book: 

Figure It Out: My Thirty-Two -Year Journey While Revolutionizing Football's Special Teams

I HIGHLY encourage you to check this book out and maybe even snag a few more copies to send out to some friends and fellow sports fans! Inside this book you'll hear stories that will go in depth about his journey and I guarantee you'll love them. 

Make sure to snag a copy today! 

We appreciate Mike's time joining the show and sharing his knowledge and expertise with all of us!! This is a FANTASTIC interview for any sports fan, old or young, who enjoy stories of a coach who did it at the highest level for THIRTY TWO YEARS! 

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We continue to grow and it's all because of you! If you have an opportunity to share this podcast with your friends, family, co-workers, etc. please do! 

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[vivekharivyasiadarshgroup]

Inside Vivek Harivyasi Adarsh Group: What Makes This Academy Stand Out

In the dynamic world of football, where talent meets opportunity, the Vivek Harivyasi Adarsh Group is emerging as a beacon of excellence and innovation. Founded by renowned football player Vivek Harivyasi, the academy is not just a training ground but a transformative space for young athletes. What sets this academy apart from others in India is its unique approach to player development, its commitment to holistic education, and its vision for the future of football.

A Vision for Excellence

The journey of Vivek Harivyasi from a celebrated footballer to a visionary academy owner is both inspiring and strategic. His deep-rooted passion for football and his desire to give back to the sport are the cornerstones of Vivek Harivyasi Adarsh Group. The academy was founded with the mission to provide aspiring footballers with an environment that nurtures their skills, builds their character, and prepares them for professional success.

Harivyasi’s vision extends beyond just creating a platform for players to showcase their talent. He aims to establish an institution where young athletes receive comprehensive training that covers not only the technical aspects of football but also the mental and physical aspects crucial for a successful career. This holistic approach is what makes the Vivek Harivyasi Adarsh Group stand out.

Cutting-Edge Training Facilities

One of the most significant factors that differentiate Vivek Harivyasi Adarsh Group from other academies is its state-of-the-art facilities. The academy is equipped with modern training equipment, including advanced fitness and conditioning tools, high-quality football pitches, and video analysis systems. These facilities are designed to provide players with the best possible environment for their development.

The training pitches at the academy are maintained to professional standards, ensuring that players practice on surfaces that mimic those they will encounter in competitive matches. The use of video analysis technology allows coaches to review players’ performances in detail, providing valuable insights that help athletes refine their techniques and strategies.

Expert Coaching Staff

At the heart of the academy’s success is its team of experienced and dedicated coaches. The coaching staff at Vivek Harivyasi Adarsh Group comprises former professional footballers, certified coaches, and sports scientists. Their collective expertise provides players with top-notch training and guidance.

What sets the coaching staff apart is their ability to balance technical training with personal development. Coaches at the academy focus on nurturing players’ skills while also addressing their psychological and emotional needs. This comprehensive approach ensures that players are well-prepared to handle the pressures of competitive football.

Emphasis on Character Development

Vivek Harivyasi Adarsh Group places a strong emphasis on character development alongside football training. The academy believes that success in football is not solely dependent on technical skills but also on the values and mindset of the players. As such, the academy incorporates character-building programs into its curriculum.

Players are encouraged to develop qualities such as discipline, teamwork, resilience, and leadership. Workshops and seminars on sportsmanship, ethics, and personal growth are regularly conducted. By instilling these values, the academy ensures that its graduates are not only skilled footballers but also well-rounded individuals.

Holistic Education and Life Skills

In addition to football training, Vivek Harivyasi Adarsh Group offers a well-rounded education program. The academy partners with local schools and educational institutions to provide players with academic support. This integration of education with sports training ensures that players have a balanced approach to their development.

The academy also focuses on imparting life skills that are essential for both football and everyday life. Communication skills, time management, and financial literacy are some of the areas covered. By preparing players for life outside football, the academy helps them transition smoothly into their professional careers and personal lives.

Community Engagement and Social Responsibility

Vivek Harivyasi Adarsh Group is deeply committed to giving back to the community. The academy regularly organizes outreach programs, charity events, and football clinics for underprivileged children. These initiatives aim to promote football at the grassroots level and provide opportunities for young talent from diverse backgrounds.

The academy’s social responsibility extends to environmental sustainability as well. Efforts are made to ensure that the facilities operate in an eco-friendly manner, and players are educated about the importance of environmental conservation.

Future Aspirations and Growth

As Vivek Harivyasi Adarsh Group continues to make strides in the football landscape, its future aspirations are focused on expanding its impact. Plans are underway to introduce advanced training modules, collaborate with international football clubs, and establish a network of affiliated academies across India.

The academy’s commitment to innovation and excellence is unwavering. With a vision to elevate Indian football to new heights, Vivek Harivyasi Adarsh Group is poised to become a leading institution in football development, shaping the future stars of the sport.

Vivek Harivyasi Adarsh Group stands out as a premier football academy in India due to its holistic approach to player development, state-of-the-art facilities, expert coaching staff, and commitment to character and education. Founded by Vivek Harivyasi, the academy embodies his passion for football and his dedication to nurturing the next generation of football stars. As the academy continues to grow and evolve, it remains a beacon of excellence and innovation in the world of football training.