#kieran tierney fic

[yellowkitkieran]

Boyfriend (Kieran Tierney)

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You and Kieran are on different pages regarding your situationship, which leaves both of you broken hearted.

Hunting for your trousers in a man's bedroom should heart your cheeks with shame. This is relatively normal for you now though, having hooked up with Kieran more times than you can count- and only twice having been invited to stay ren'night in the guest bedroom. 

“They're here,” Kieran says and tosses a pair of jeans your way. “Can you pass me my kit bag? Thanks.”

Kieran rushing out after sex has become commonplace. It stings a little less each time, though it has yet to fully fade. Your phone chimes, and you pick it up to see a message from a dating app, confirming the time for your impromptu dinner later tonight.

“Who's that?” Kieran says, tossing shirts from his closet to his bed. He doesn't bother to fold them because he isn't concerned with wrinkles. 

“Just some guy I've got a date with.” You keep your eyes on your phone and your voice even. This is new- up until now, you've remained fixated on Kieran. You only downloaded the app with the hope that it would kick Kieran's arse into high gear and prompt him to finally ask you out. 

“Sorry, did you say date?” Kieran blinks and turns towards you when you nod. “With who? Why?”

“Some bloke I met on an app- why do you care?”

“Because I don't want anyone else touching you, that's why. You aren't supposed to be dating anyone.” 

That sets you off. You purse your lips, vision tinting red. Who does he think he is? you've provided him with countless chances and he has squandered each and every one of them. “You aren't my boyfriend. Why does it matter if I go on a date with someone else?”

With all the patience of a parent speaking to an unruly child, Kieran pinches the bridge of his nose. “Because…” Each word comes loose like pulling teeth. “Because-”

“Because what Kieran?! Spit it out!” You're tired of waiting. For a date, for affection, for a finished sentence. You deserve to be put first for once, not cast aside like an out of date toy. 

“Because I don't want you to be with anyone else! Alright? There- are you happy?”

“Well for fucks sake Kieran! Do something about it then!” You're on your feet now, pacing the length of the room. There is far too much energy bundled up inside of you. Kieran's confession has spurred you into a frenzy and awoken the storm that has been brewing for weeks.  

Kieran shakes his head and continues stuffing things in his bag. “I'm not doing this right now. I have a plane to catch.”

How can he be so indifferent? The Kieran you know has a soft, tender heart. Now it is as if his is made of stone, the organ sitting solid and impenetrable in his chest. Doesn't he care? Doesn't this eat at him the same way it has eaten at you?

“I just don't want to think about this when I'm going to be in Scotland for a while-” 

“Where you'll probably spend the next two weeks snogging other women and letting them grind their arses on you in clubs.” The words are poison tipped, turning his own jealousy back onto the man himself. “Lord knows you won't be loyal, you'll neck the first bird who smiles at you.”

“I haven't so much as looked at another woman in months,” Kieran snaps. He stands at his full height now, his muscular frame filling your vision. You hold your ground, glaring up into his chocolate brown eyes that currently lack the sparkle you've grown to enjoy. Now they are filled with ire instead of affection and you are disturbed to discover how much that hurts you. 

“Liar. You're a liar Kieran Tierney, last week there were rumors, I saw-” 

“There's always gonna be rumors! We could be married and there would still be rumors about some model or influencer or someone that has paid tabloids to say they saw us together!” Kieran runs a hand through his hair. His laugh carries no humor, “and I know you can't handle it, which is why I agreed to things being casual!”

“Oh, you know I can't handle it, do you?” Tears prick your eyes as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks. You refuse to give Kieran the satisfaction of seeing how deeply he's wounded you. “You always assume. You assume I want to see you, assume I can't handle pressure, assume I'd rather be nothing more than fuck buddies, someone you can call in the middle of the night after a loss. But you know what? I'm done, Kieran. I'm done.”

“Just like that then? You're walking away from me?” Kieran tips his head back and the laugh that spills from him is not one you recognize. You aren't sure if it's pain, or maybe disbelief. You can scarcely believe it yourself; five minutes ago you were ready to cancel a date on his behalf. Now, you wouldn't dream of something like that ever again. 

You grab your coat off his bed and sling it over your shoulders. “Yep, just like that. Last chance Kieran.” 

“Just get out,” Kieran half growls. His back is already to you, which is just one more reason for you to go. Against your will, your feet remain rooted to the spot- you don't want to leave. What you want is for Kieran to fight for you, or maybe beg for forgiveness. You know in your heart that you haven't imagined the spark between you. That one night he took you out for a drink, there had been a genuine connection. You know that if he would get his head straight, he would recognize it.

But you value yourself too highly to remain in a situation where there is no progress. For months you've entertained this situationship in hopes that one day soon Kieran might wisen up and ask you on a proper date. But he hasn't, and someone else has come along to beat him to the punch, and now is when he chooses to be salty about it. 

As your feet carry you along the path you've walked dozens of times, you catalog the details of Kieran's home. The gallery wall containing photos of his favorite memories and people. A framed kit from his Arsenal debut. The bowl of apples on the kitchen island that will no doubt spoil before they're consumed. All of it, every detail down to the neatly placed shoes near the front door, is distinctly Kieran. 

An ache settles in your limbs. The weight of it threatens to crack bone. Somewhere deep in the house, you swear you can hear Kieran sigh. Probably with relief, thankful that you're finally out of his hair for good. 

At the last second, you take the slip of paper out of your pocket. It's no more than a discarded piece of scrap, but you hunt for a pen and write three words before you can think better of it. It's the truth- no sooner than the words are written do you feel the ache start to ease slightly. You fold the paper in fourths and slide it into the pocket of his coat, knowing full well that he never wears it anyway. But at least you've put it into the universe, and your secret no longer lives solely inside your soul. 

You do not look back as you leave. Once the door locks behind you, you only pray that Kieran washes that coat before he discovers the paper.

I love you. Three words, so simple to write, yet impossible to speak. Three words Kieran will never hear you say. Because now that you've gone, you'll never come back. 

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[oh-saints]

bestie do we still get kt x singer reader?!🥲i need it after the anti-kt disappointment

for you, fellow KT bestie (does it rhyme???) who's been deprived of our lovely viking for far too long, i'd give it to youuu

change

being a female singer-songwriter in a very saturated industry, you work hard to get where you are now. but kieran works harder until he can call you his.

kieran tierney x singer!reader

word count: 2.0k

note: i gotta be honest... i tried so hard not to entertain this ask because my request's closed and i have so many left i haven't worked on yet, but an idea popped in my mind that i had to write it down. and in the light of us fellow KT girlies not being granted his appearance by mikel, which coincided with my bday week this time around, here it is! but as usual, i happen to write this at dawn so not beta-read yet.

the song included in this work is this.

“A record I must say,” Lauren, your agent, walked into your studio alongside your publicist with a cup of tea—dajeerling and brewing hot, no less, just the way you like it. “A birdie told me you haven’t pulled out all-nighter lately and chose to clock in early instead.”

“Morning to you, too, Lauren,” You pushed back your chair, straying away your eyes from the lined-up monitors on your work station. “Now, what’s wrong in being early?”

“As far as I can recall, you love your bed so much that you always try to spend your time there until it’s really time to go,” Lauren put your cup and your smoked-beef sandwich on the table standing in the middle of the room. “Am I right?”

You could only laugh at your agent’s long-standing experience of the countless times she had to drag you out of your bed so you could make it in time for radio promotions. She even went as far as preventing you from touching the bed when you were due for a red carpet, afraid you’d pass out and she had to extort physical means to get you wake up.

In your defence, you couldn’t help it. Inspirations come to you at unexpected times, and mostly they keep you up during the time when everybody’s asleep because you can’t not make something out of it while it lasts. They are what keep you afloat in this make-it-or-break-it industry, the root of your endless hits after hits, and precisely why your agent—although groaning while doing so—would still shake the sleep from your entire being relentlessly.

However, you couldn’t deny your agent’s astute observation that you had, indeed, been gracing your studio in normal time zone. Something that wasn’t exactly unheard of but definitely something that was missing from a gazillion years ago.

In fact, deep down, you actually surrendered yourself to the fact attack launched by Lauren because you were changing, for good. No longer were the days of grabbing instant meal kits, nights of recording and takeouts. And you have every reason to.

While the smoke of brewing hot tea was usually something you look forward to get your body and soul intact for the rest of the day, lately there had been another angelic sight freely occupying the other side of your bed—a sight you look forward to see the first thing in the morning, as soon as you open your eyes to the bright, blinding sun. Yet, you could swear the sight was even mesmerising than the sun itself.

The calm personified in Kieran Tierney when he was sleeping was something else. Eyes shut perfectly in a dome shape and eyelashes tickling his prominent cheekbones—it was a scenery you would definitely choose over the leather four walls of your studio.

Kieran when awake was already bedazzling as it is, but when you take away all the determination and worries, he simply looks like an innocent child sleeping, with those thin lips left agape and soft snores coming out in tune melodically with the chirping bird outside.

For that particular private viewing alone, if it meant you had to do patchworks to your usual unusual routine, you would gladly do it in a heartbeat. You’d enjoy the bonus of 5 extra minute to run the pads of your fingers along the lines of his facial structure, grazing inch and every bit of the strong features you’ve come to love the past months, tracing every crook and nook until nothing else left untouched.

You like to touch the end of his hairline and the beginning of his skin, creasing out the contracted muscle at your initial touch, down to his thick brows, the long eyelashes, protruding cheek bones and jaw lines, the apple chin… and your favourite of them all; the thin but healthily pink lips that always pouts in default but would turn into a megawatt smile whenever around you. It’d become your favourite ever since you noticed that particular perk only you had the privilege to own.

Your hands would draw back to the tip of his pointy nose, a feature he inherited from his patrilineal genetics, and he would scrunch the muzzle softly as if he was about to sniff before gaining consciousness slowly but surely. You’d come to realise it was marked by his 3-times blink before he groaned a sleepy, groggy good morning as he took in his surroundings.

And you’d laugh when he attempted to pull you into another tight cuddle, prolonging your lazing time on the bed by leaving pecks on the crown of your head, as if he didn’t have somewhere to go every morning without fail.

As much as you’d come to terms with the fact that you know now your way of dying—should you be able to choose—is to be engulfed in Kieran’s arms, basked in his signature mixture of natural odour and his favourite perfume, until you run out of breaths, Kieran’s athletic routine was the reason why you had to get up the same time as your boyfriend.

Because who could fall asleep again when you got to gawk on your shirtless boyfriend walking around your bedroom like he owned the place?

Certainly not you, not when the adrenaline was too high on certain times and all you had to focus was not to tackle your boyfriend in the bathroom so that you could have sex. He has a job to keep, and you have fans waiting for your next creation. So you channelled your overflowing energy into coming into the studio early—it wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone, really, if you exposed yourself that your next album would be solely inspired by your “burly yet soft like a teddy bear” lover.

If 5 years ago someone said to you that you’d undergo all these drastic changes, you’d laugh at their face. Your old self wouldn’t have approved of your decision on letting Kieran in to your life so fast in the first place.

Old you, who didn’t think of anything else but your budding career.

Old you, who was so afraid to lose whatever you had because of a stupid move, like your fellow musicians went wrong.

Old you, who thought you had too much at stake to think of something outside the music and your fans.

Old you, who learnt from your last ex-boyfriend that you had to fight your way up on your own.

“How’s the album going?” Lauren started off again, now her notes and iPad sprawled all over the table, and you took the hint to get serious. “Is there any samples we can hear of?”

“I do—”

And that was when you realise your phone—your other phone, to be exact; the one you bought for its music features so you could rest assured to keep your creative outlet as positive as possible—was nowhere to be found. Your morning commute only includes the likes of your house or Kieran’s house and work lately, so you’ve got no choice but to call your boyfriend.

“What’s up, babe?”

Kieran had made it a habit of his to rotate any pet name he could probably think of to call you. On any other circumstances, you would usually curl your fingers when someone called you by a sweet moniker of their choice—heck, your last ex fling even complained about your disdain to them. But rather than disgust this time, it was more at the weird sensation vibrating through your entire body that you found yourself rather liking them.

In fact, you had to give Kieran a big kudos for making the transition in their relationship relatively natural. While a lot of things escalated very quickly in your respective lives, it somehow felt like it just fell into their deserving place instead.

Kieran really meant it when he vowed he would prove her fears wrong, exactly the night when you decided to let him into your life.

“I left my other phone at home, can you bring them to my studio?”

“Sure thing, love,” And Lauren had to hold back her squeals when she noticed your blushing cheeks. “See you in a bit.”

Turned out, it wasn’t merely a bit to the Scotsman. How could he not be stunned when you pulled the rug from under his feet?

He was only supposed to call your other phone in order for him to bring the device to you, but as soon as he heard intently and closely to the caller ring you’ve put for him, he was rendered speechless.

The very reason why your relationship with Kieran took off on a very long slow burn into what they were now was because you were initially very averse at the idea of romantically involved with anyone. Not after what your ex had done to you, and Kieran went into diving fully realising and acknowledging the part. He’d come to embrace your flaws and your imperfections, no matter how much you hate them, because it’s what made you… you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Including your lack of verbal affection.

The irony, Kieran would laugh at the revelation, but it didn’t matter in his opinion because it didn’t particularly equal to not meaning you love for him. You crumbling down the longstanding Berlin Wall between them was enough of a proof that you felt the same way as him.

He had before long accepted the idea that you were not fond of grandiose gestures from your significant other, nor did you like doing so to your partner. You belonged rather to the kind of people who liked spending time closely with their respective partner, be it candle-lit dinner in the iconic Aviary or be on the phone call with him for hours when he was on an away match–didn’t matter for you, really.

You preferred to express her affection into a set of discreet actions; you could be found constantly holding his hand whenever you had the chance, playing with his hair, juggling between touching the side of his face and feeling the growing stubbles on his jaw.

When he was on an away game, you would send an Uber Eats for him and whoever his roommate at that time, a little supportive note from you would be slipped in the packaging with a help of the deliveryman. Now, being Kieran’s roommate was a spot worth fighting for amongst his teammates. And recently, you let Kieran stay over in your flat every now and then.

The action spoke more than volume, per Kieran’s standard of your love for him. It might not be much, but for Kieran, it meant no more walls, no more hesitation.

So when his ears picked up the lyrics of the caller ring, Kieran was left breathless. It was a crude song, not yet mastered, so he knew it was something she only recently produced, but it was what made the effect booming throughout his body became 10 times shuddering.

I remember like it was yesterday

First kiss and I knew you changed the game

You have me, exactly, well you want it,

And I'm on it

And I ain't ever gonna let you get away

Holdin' hands never made me feel this way

So special, boy it's your, it's your smile

We so in love

You had never been fluent in articulating her feeling into words of either written or spoken form, at least to Kieran’s face, but this song–it pretty much contained every description of what you felt towards him, practically a song to profess your love to him in a very discreet way.

You are my baby love, my baby love

You make the sun come up (Oh boy, oh boy)

You're my every, everything that I could ever dream of

You are my baby love, my baby love

You make the sun come up (Oh boy, oh boy)

You're my every, every, every, everything

Been a minute and we still holding it down

Butterflies every time you come around

You make me, so crazy

It's crazy, oh baby

And I don't ever wanna be with no one else

You're the only one that ever made me melt

You're special, boy it's your, your style

We so in love

Kieran’s heart was galloping so fast it could outmatch any stallion in their prime. He could actually feel the depths of your unspoken love and affection towards him from the song, from your voice alone, despite the still-lacking quality of the product. But god damn…

If this was the aftereffect of being serenaded by you, in all of your glorious words about how you feel towards him, Kieran didn’t think he could survive another, should you make another song for him.

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[cowboyb1ues]

birthday shenanigans

hello hello hello ladies!! hope you all enjoyed kt day as much as i did!! this isn’t the longest or the best but it’s here and she’s kinda cute!

A fic about celebrating Kieran’s birthday with your two daughters.

Kieran Tierney x fem!reader (3.7k)

18+ only!! if i catch minors reading i will block you!

The sunlight is being broken up by the white curtains dainty covering the big windows that are overlooking the rich and green backyard that was loitering with footballs, plastic buckets and shovels showing the crimes of the mysterious holes in the edge of the garden along with various dog toys laying around precariously. 

The early birds are already out, soft singing and tweeting to be heard from the small crack that was always present in the summer, a small attempt at not overheating under the thin covers and your husband who tends to run as hot as a radiator.

You lay and steep in the small moments of silence that are rare in a household with a boisterous four-year-old and a one-year-old who have both inherited their daddy’s loud laugh. Your finger continues drawing small circles on the bare skin on Kieran’s ribs that were visible from the cover bunched up around his hips. His deep breath and occasional snores bring a small smile to your face, the familiarity of them from being together for so many years laying like a comforting blanket over your sleepy brain.

You move your head so your chin is resting on his chest, fighting the almost irresistible urge to kiss the constellation of freckles he has covering his skin, and gaze up at him. His face is soft, free of any of the lines and frowns that sometimes find their way on it after long and gruelling days. His hair is covering his forehead, the flat nature of it a stark contrast to the style he normally aims for.

You close your eyes again and lay your head back down so it rests on his chest and try to force sleep to overcome you once again. The gentle motion of your finger never stops and  the singing of the birds continues as they enjoy the early summer morning. You subconsciously press a kiss to the skin under you and smile softly when you feel him shiver slightly under your phantom touch.

You feel the heaviness of sleep sink into your bones, a content sigh leaving your mouth at the prospect of getting even just mere minutes of more sleep before the thunderbolts of the household are up and at it.

“Why are you awake already?” a sleepy voice asks from above you and you feel a hand start to rub up and down your back in comforting motions.

You tilt your head up slightly but your eyes remain closed and you smile when you feel his beard tickle your delicate skin as he presses a kiss to your forehead before pressing another to the top of your head.

“You kicked me in your sleep,” you tease and pinch his waist lightly before you yelp when he mimics the action on your buttcheek.

“I would never,” he hums and drapes his arms around your waist so he can drag you up his body so your face hovers over him with his big brown eyes still closed.

“Say that to the numerous bruises on my shins,” you say before leaning down to press the softest of kisses to his lips, a gleeful hum leaving his lips and his arms tightening around you in response to the gentle affection. “Good morning by the way.”

“Good morning,” he sighs against your lips before doting a few more against your waiting mouth.

“And happy birthday,” you whisper as you pull apart at last, one of your hands coming up from where they were resting against his chest to gently hold his face, your thumb rubbing softly over the skin.

He thanks you with the sweetest kiss, his lips moving against yours like dripping honey. Slow and sweet and everything you can ever wish for. His stubble scratches your chin when you tilt your head slightly and a soft gasp leaves your lips when his arms squeeze you tight into him. He utilises the opportunity and lets his tongue start its well trained waltz with yours as he moves his hips and gently grinds up against you.

Your head spins and you are left breathless when you finally pull away from him. His lips are red and slick, his eyes closed in pure delight as he guides your hips with his strong hands so that they meet his strategic movements.

You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and gasp slightly when you feel his hard bulge press against your clit with only your underwear as an offencing barrier. You position yourself with your knees on either side of his hips and grind down on him more firmly as you start to follow the route from his mouth to over his scratchy jaw and down the column of his throat. 

His head falls back into the pillow as he slowly succumbs to the pleasure you bring him, one of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist over the old t-shirt you’re wearing while he uses his other hand to keep a firm grip on your ass to help you with your sinful movements.

You bite lightly at the prominent vein on his neck and smile against the skin when you hear him let out a small groan and the painful ecstasy. Your hands start to travel like the body beneath you was a barren land waiting for you to make your claim on it, the hard muscle of an undiscovered terrain that allowed you to find all of its hidden secrets.

“Fuck.” He mumbles when you scratch slightly over the pale skin on his chest, the light sprinkle of hair tickling your fingers as you make your claim on him.

The duvet around you moves with you as he skillfully flips you over and hovers over you with his right arm propped up on his elbow beside your head while the other one holds your cheek and guides your lips back to meet his. 

Your legs wrap around his hips and you press your foot gently into his thighs to make him continue the joyous fiction between you as his tongue meets yours once again. 

“I love you,” he mumbles into your mouth as you raise your hips slightly to meet the slow moves of his hips, “so fucking much.”

You wrap your arm around his neck and pull away from him as your other hand pulls at the tight black boxers he’s wearing. Your nose nudges his as you pull them down enough to free his cock and a smile paints itself on your lips as you wrap your soft hand around him and he lets out a broken whimper at the feeling. 

“I love you more.” You whisper back and start to move your hand slowly over his length, revelling in how his breathing picks up at the movement.

“Doubt it.”

Before you have the chance to respond, his lips lock with yours again, his mouth falling open and moans fall from it as you continue to kiss his lower lip while picking up the speed of your hand.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he interrupts you, bringing the hand that was holding your cheek down to wrap around your wrist to slow you down, “I’m gonna cum if you keep going.”

“What’s the problem with that?” you laugh and press a slow, languid kiss to his parted lips and start to jerk him off again before he stops you again as he opens his eyes.

“I would rather cum in you,” he mumbles against your lips and moves his hand from your wrist and starts to tug on the lace of your panties.

“Is that right?” You ask and start to wriggle out of your underwear with a small laugh as he kicks off his boxers as well. Once the pieces of clothing are removed you can feel the tip of him brushing against your slick folds, the feeling making you let out a small moan and a shiver crawl up your spine.

He hums and takes a hold of his dick and slowly thrusts into you, both of your eyes closing at the pleasure of him stretching you out the way only he had ever been able to. He slowly starts to move his hips, his thrusts slow and unhurried as he simply enjoys the feeling of you completely surrounding him in every way possible.

The smell of you filled his nose as he buried his head in your hair and your small moans and whimpers filled his ears along with the sound of his hips meeting yours.

You are all he can think about as he lets the pleasure of you fill every atom of his being and he never wanted anything else.

“Baby,” you moan as he hits the particular spot in you that was almost made just for him, “again.”

He smiles against the strands of hair and angles his hips lightly so he continues to hit the spot in you that made you fall apart at the seams. Your arms are wrapped around his shoulders and the feeling of your nails digging into his skin is enough to egg him to fuck you a bit harder. 

You let out a shriek at the sudden change but it’s quickly interrupted by a long moan as the welcomed and familiar feeling of a knot of pleasure starts to form in the pit of your stomach.

Kieran feels you tighten around him as his powerful thrusts leave you dizzy and he starts to pick up the pace as well, so well attuned to how to play your body like his favourite instrument. 

You throw your head back into the pillow as your eyes close and ragged breaths leave your lips as Kieran kisses the line of your jaw, “you’re gonna cum, baby?”

You can only nod your head as the feeling of ecstasy consumes you and countless breathless moans leave you and you tighten around him. The feeling of him consumes you and pleasure licks at your skin like fire and you see white when your orgasm hits you. “Kieran,” you cry out, your body melting into the mattress as he continues to fuck you through the pleasure, “oh my god.”

“Fuck,” he groans at the way you flutter around him and how slick you are as he continues to thrust into you, his own orgasm fastly approaching as you come undone beneath him. Your moans and whimpers in his ears make his head foggy and he couldn’t think of anything other than you even if he tried.

You get your breathing under control and try to wrap yourself around him even more as you start to meet the movements of his hips and you let out a small giggle when you feel the rhythm of his thrusts becoming ragged and loose, all of his control slipping through his fingers as he cums in you.

“Fuck!” He groans as his cum fills you to the brim, both of your orgasms mixing together as he starts to pull out of you slowly.

He flops down on the bed with you still clinging to him, both of your panting breaths mixing together in the early morning silence.

“What a way to start your birthday, huh?” You say and grin against the bear skin of his shoulder as he tucks you into his side with the covers being kicked down around your legs. You place your chin on his shoulder and look up at him as he has his eyes closed and breathes like he has just finished a gruelling training session.

“Not too bad,” he laughs and places a kiss to the top of your head with his eyes still closed. You lean up and steal a quick kiss from his lips before twisting away from him to check the time on your phone that was charging on the bedside table.

You groan as the number seven stares back at you and curl into him for just a second more of the comfort that he consistently brings you.

“I have to get up,” you say and close your eyes as he starts to draw mindless doodles on your back.

“Why? They’re not awake yet,” he says as sleep slowly starts to creep back on him.

“I promised Anna that we would make you breakfast and she made me swear I would wake her up at seven.”

He laughs as you talk, the metal image of your four-year-old making you make a pinky promise so that she could help you make him breakfast filling him up with unbridled joy.

“I guess you can’t break a promise,” he laughs and pats your butt as you slowly start to rise from the bed, your big t-shirt falling over your thighs as you make your way to the bathroom for a quick shower so your daughters hopefully wouldn’t notice any traces of sex on you.

Kieran continues to lay in bed, the post orgasm bliss making his eyelids heavy and the sound of you mulling around in the bathroom and the sputters of the shower was the soothing lullaby that finally tucked him under.

He is briefly woken up by you pressing a small kiss to his forehead and your hands rubbing small circles with your thumbs over his cheeks. He holds onto your wrists and keeps you close, the smell of your shampoo is enough to make him dizzy even after all the years you had spent together.

“Please take a shower,” you whisper, your lips brushing his when you give him a small and sticky kiss, “you smell like sex.”

He hums when he presses a final kiss to your lips before he lets go of you so you can go and wake up your daughters, “I wonder why.”

You shake your head and flip him off before leaving the bedroom and quietly making your way down the hallway after closing the bedroom door after you.

Kieran stays laying in bed for a while longer, a smile instantly forming on his face when he hears Anna’s loud voice echoing in the house before it lowers after you shush her and remind her that her daddy is still asleep in the bedroom.

He tries to keep an ear out for any more noise but it seems like you are successfully keeping them quiet in the early morning. He heaves himself up from the bed and treks to the bathroom so that he could get rid of any remaining evidence of both of your orgasms. He lets the warm water hit his back and thinks of you standing downstairs with your small wonders, no doubt having to continually remind Anna, who has inherited his volume, that she should use her inside voice.

He gets dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt and just lays back on the bed with his phone in his hand when he hears the tell-tale sound of small feet running across the wooden floor. He quickly buries himself under the covers again and closes his eyes when he hears the door open after a bit of fumbling with the door handle.

It’s silent for a few minutes before he hears a loud whisper, “I think he’s asleep mummy!”

He has to press his lips together to suppress the snicker that threatens to leave them as he hears you mumble something followed by small feet carefully making their way over to his side of the bed. He hears Anna come to a standstill in front of him and feels her lean in closer to him with her hands holding the edge of the soft mattress.

He hoots one eye open and is immediately greeted with his eldest daughter's curls and big smile that was copy pasted from your face.

“Daddy!” She shrieks and hops onto the bed and tackles him in a loving hug, her small arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “It’s your birthday daddy!”

“Oh really?” he asks after pressing a kiss to the side of her head and lifts her up with him as he sits up in the bed with his back resting against the headboard.

“Yes,” Anna says and turns her body slightly so she looks over to you where you’re sitting yourself down on you side of the bed with Eloise in your arms, her small tufts of light hair sticking up in every direction while she sucks on the dummy in her mouth, “and we got you presents!”

“No way!” He laughs and squeezes her closer into him which elicits pearls of laughter to fall from her lips. He smiles over at you and Eloise while Anna keeps blabbering on about whatever comes to mind, and he reaches a hand out to your youngest daughter as she slowly starts to stand up on her shaky legs.

She hasn’t quite gotten the hang on walking yet, preferring doing it whenever there was a firm hand for her to hold. She smiles around her dummy as she makes her way over the white covers and tumbles into his open arms and finds her place right next to her sister. 

“Dada,” she smiles and giggles when he presses kisses to her still chubby cheeks, the imprint from her pillow still present on her soft skin.

“Eesy, we have to go show daddy his presents,” Anna says and moves to get out of bed, her hand reaching out to grab her little sister’s and Kieran helps Eloise down from the bed after pressing a final good morning kiss to her wild hair.

Both of you watch them as Anna moves slowly while Eloise does her best at following her with her still unsteady feet.

“Wait by the stairs, banana,” Kieran reminds her and he receives a smile and a nod in response as the two of them disappear out of view into the hallway.

“I hope you like misformed pancakes,” you hum and crawl over the bed to give him another soft kiss as his hand finds the small of your back, “Anna insisted on being the one doing the pouring.”

“They’re my favourite,” he whispers before giving you a final kiss and helps you out of the bed with his waiting hands.

You find your kids waiting patiently at the top of the stairs, waiting for the two of you after an unfortunate tumble down them earlier in the week. Kieran brings Eloise up in his arms as you hold Anna’s hand down the curved staircase.

Anna skips ahead of you and finds her usual place at the dining table, sitting ready with her gleaming eyes while wearing her favourite pink arsenal shirt and her peppa pig night bottoms.

“Oh wow,” Kieran gasps as you enter the kitchen. The table was decked out with gifts and breakfast, the pancakes looking more like blorbs than anything close to a circle. In the middle was a big bouquet of flowers that he recognises from the flower bed that you and Anna keep in the backyard. He curls an arm around your shoulder and brings you into a quick kiss and an insinuated thank you before you leave his side to find your spot next to Anna.

Kieran sets Eloise in her high chair next to his chair before he sits down as well, overwhelmed by the effort his small family has gone through for him.

“This one is from me, daddy!” Anna says and hands him a light purple enveloped with her blocky writing on the front spelling To the best daddy ever with a messy lopsided heart.

He smiles and says a small thank you as you start to put pancakes on the kids’ plates. Anna sits and struggles with her fork and knife, the pancake getting cut up into jagged pieces while you cut Eloise’s into small pieces and put them on the plastic for her to go to town.

Inside the envelope is a picture of your small family. He stands in the middle with one of his hands holding who he presumes is Anna’s hand. His other hand is holding yours while you have Eloise in your other arm. The dog, who is unbothered by the tranquilent celebrations and lays in his bed in the living room, is also there with big ears and a bone by his side. There was a football on the grass by Kieran’s feet and flowers around you and Anna and he already knew that the drawing would be put up on the fridge, never to be taken down.

“Thank you banana,” he smiles and she smiles back with her cheeks full of pancakes while Eloise bangs her hands on the plastic table of her high chair. 

“And the flowers are from me and Eesy,” she says after having swallowed her food, “mummy helped us pick them.”

“They’re almost as beautiful as all my girls,” Kieran says as he starts to cut up his own pancakes while Anna laughs at his comment while you just shake your head with a small smile on your pink lips.

“You’re silly daddy,” Anna laughs before stuffing another big piece of pancake into her mouth while Eloise copies her big sister with a self satisfied grin at how big the piece was she could stuff in there.

“No, you’re silly,” he says after taking a sip of his juice you had graciously poured him.

“You’re both silly,” you tease before cutting another pancake up for Eloise to devour along with her sippy cup filled with milk.

Anna continues to laugh, her joyous mood in the early morning the most infectious thing in the world while Eloise starts to join in despite not knowing what’s going on.

“What are we gonna do today then?” Kieran asks after a few moments of silent eating, the sunlight filtering through the windows and landing perfectly on the three most important people in his life.

“The beach!” Anna shouts but quickly covers her mouth with her hands when you shoot her a small glare due to her volume. “Sorry mummy.”

“It’s okay, honey,” you say and hand her another pancake and some strawberries, “I think the forecast promises sun all day.”

“I wouldn’t mind a beach birthday.” Kieran hums and lifts Eloise out of her seat when she starts to get fuzzy. She stands with her chubby feet planted firmly on his thighs while he holds both of her hands and bounces her up and down softly.

���Mummy, can I please wear my new sandals then? Please?”

As Anna continues to talk and describe all the pretty rocks she wants to find along with the mixed laughter of you and Eloise, Kieran couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his lips as the sun continued to put all of you in its spotlight.

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[colorsofmyseason]

color me red

Summary: Every Arsenal player has different taste.

Pairing: None

As usual, part of my supernatural au!

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Sometimes, Leandro wonders what he's done in all those centuries he's lived to experience such luck. He's gone through different identities, various jobs, even multiple clubs in his current life as a footballer, but he's never felt so comfortable, so belonging before. Maybe because there are a bunch of other supers at Arsenal. Maybe because they know and accept him for what he is, and don't even bat an eye when he brings a pack of blood to the breakfast table instead of a plate of beans on toast. Or maybe because they don't mind him taking a sip here and there whenever he needs it. 

Alright, so maybe there are lots of alternatives to feeding nowadays – blood packs, synthesized blood, blood pills – and Leandro will take those without comment. But he also won't refuse the opportunity to get fresh blood if he can. And now he has a myriad of beautiful men to choose from…

Martin tastes like expensive champagne. Light and sweet, flowing down Leandro's throat effortlessly like a warm drink on a cold day, yet intoxicating, making Leandro wish to drink him again and again. Yet he rarely does, because it's too delicious for his own good. He fears he doesn't deserve to experience such taste in his life.

(Also, the sight of Martin's pale white throat always catches his breath whenever he plans to do so, and he doesn't want his fang marks to ruin the beauty of such a specimen, but that's a different story).

Kieran's is different – thicker in consistency, definitely not as sweet as Martin, maybe a little piquant, but it's the aftertaste that leaves Leandro fascinated. The Scottish full-back always gives him the feeling of eating a full course homecooked meal, tasty and hearty and fulfilling, and Leandro always thinks that he won't need to feed for days after he has Kieran for a meal.

Aaron is lemon, lime, orange… anything citrusy really, so fresh and bright, but with a hint of spice underneath it. If sunshine can be turned into a flavor, Leandro thinks it must taste exactly like Aaron's blood, and it warms him up thoroughly inside like the sun coming out after a bad storm. On the other hand, Bukayo is a little too sweet for his liking, since the kid literally tastes like a truckful of cotton candy, and while it isn't exactly unpleasant, Leandro fears he might end up with diabetes at some point if he feeds from Bukayo too often. Okay, well, not literally since he can't really get diabetes, but still.

Mikel has this rich, exquisite flavor that reminds Leandro of fine dining (and yes, he's been to such places, mostly to keep up appearances, but still). And the Spaniard's blood is the closest thing to perfection he has ever tasted. Just the right amount of spice, the right texture, the right level of sweetness. Normally managers are off limits, but Mikel says he deserves it after a string of fine performances, and Leandro believes him. 

The one holding the title for the spiciest blood in the squad must be Granit. Maybe that has something to do with his personality, the vampire doesn't know. But he tastes fiery and strong and sharp, to the point it nearly scares Leandro to feed from him again. But the Swiss midfielder will just brush it off and calmly "persuade" Leandro to feed from him, and rinse and repeat.

Ben is…special. Leandro has fed from him many times since their Brighton days, and his blood always tastes the same – plain, a little dry, completely devoid of any kinds of flavor, like unseasoned food. Perhaps it has something to do with the defender being one of the most nonchalant people he knows, but it's still fascinating how someone can be so effortlessly bland. Not that Leandro doesn't enjoy it, though – he likes to savor the taste (or lack of it) in his mouth, marveling at how different it is from any other kind of blood he's drunk.

There are other guys too, with all their respective flavors and quirks, and Leandro can honestly write a whole book describing all of those, alongside a tier list of the tastiest blood within the squad. He won't do it for real, though. Not that he's scared they will find out – they're all good guys, and often make vampire jokes to him out of fun, but he just enjoys getting various tastes to feed so it won't get boring, and he appreciates his teammates for providing him with that.

And he honestly cannot ask for more.

(Also, if he much prefers the first two people more than anyone else, for reasons other than feeding, that's his personal business.)

fin

#dkm i just love imagining that all arsenal players have different tastes lol #leo is a vampire as i've said #and yes he's dating both martin and kieran #leandro trossard #martin odegaard #kieran tierney #aaron ramsdale #bukayo saka #mikel arteta #ben white #granit xhaka #arsenal #arsenal fc #fanfiction #football fanfiction #fic #football fic #fanfic #football fanfic #arsenal fanfiction #supernatural au #my works

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Since we’re talking about him, will you do more kt insta files? No pressure ofc❤️❤️

YUH here so sweet family fluff xx

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ynyln 😩😩😩my baby she’s so precious

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kierantierney Little Ella bella Tierney and the perfect newly Mrs Tierney

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georginamay_ oh shes the best mumma in the woooorld!! ynyln how do you do it girl, you’re freaking stunning

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↳ aaronramsdale A baby or (y/n)

↳ millie_adams both.

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yntierney secret beach wedding, a name change and a holiday <33 ps thought a insta handle was due x

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yourbestfriend congratulations baby!!! so happy to see u so happy my lover

andyrobertson94 ❤️❤️Congrats guys!

billygilmourrr Congrats mate! Much love you two

granitxhaka Congratulations brother! Beautiful pictures (y/n), Layena can’t wait to see Ella soon ❤️

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[arsenalgbt]

kt/leo

celebratory sex/body worship?

eye love me KTrossard nation. hope you'll like it!

Kieran is just thankful that his boyfriend doesn’t go past raising an eyebrow and smirking at him when he says to keep the socks on, please, I like seeing your legs in them—short, shapely—as Kieran has his cock out, wet with lube but without condom because Arsenal won the match and Leo scored the second hattrick of the season (so far).

To paint a better picture, they’re both still fully clothed. Leo in his Arsenal’s kit (yes, haven’t showered yet) and Kieran in his boring office gear because it’s Monday. They fuck on the sofa, on their knees, with the match’s highlight playing on the flat screen, illuminating the dark living room, drowning their harsh moans.

#ktrossard #kieran tierney #leandro trossard #football rpf #football slash #football fic #je suis #drabbles: arsenal

[footballerimaginess]

A-Z Alphabet Fic Series

This is a series I will be planning for September, probably not posted every day just some days throughout that month. Here are the players I have picked out, there are some empty spaces still. A - Andy Robertson B - Benjamin Pavard C - Christian Pulisic D - Darwin Nunez E - Eric Dier F - Joao Felix G - Antoine Griezmann H - Mats Hummels I - J - Jack Grealish K - Kostas Tsmikas L - Leon Goretzka M - Emi Martinez N - Reiss Nelson O - Martin Odegaard P - Pablo Torre Q - R - Reece James S - Son Heung Min T - Kieran Tierney U - V - W - Timo Werner X Y Z - Nicolo Zaniolo

#dunno what ill do for some random letters though

[kierantierney3]

Got a kieran tierney fic coming out tonight!

[elmatadorisgay]

Birthday for for Leo

I finished a fic I was writing the other night originally from a drabble in a writing server Im in but I turned it into a full fic once I realized Trossard's birthday is right around the corner!

This is smut so tags and everything under the cut!

Pairing: Leandro Trossard/Kieran Tierney Description: Leandro's birthday is today as Kieran and Leandro lounge around the house. Kieran picks up a package of something, a tube of some kind labeled entirely in French. Thankfully, there's a certain Belgian in the house who might know what it says. Whatever it is, the bottle looks oddly similar to something they've used before...

#football #football rpf #writing #ao3 #leandro trossard #kieran tierney

[longeyelashedtragedy]

For the fanfic WIP: blood, smile, gold?

ooh ok! let's see...

Did he ask for me, at the end?

Yes.  Of course he did, Dejan.  Of course he asked for you.

Sometimes he imagines when he closes his eyes on the nights when he’s all alone--A mouthful of blood calling out his name. (mare liberum)

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It takes a while.  Leo waits, licking the last taste of Kieran’s blood off his fangs.  He looks around the room, studying everyone. 

The doors at the far end of the room bang open and Granit comes in, clean-shaven, looking young and fresh.  He’s flanked by two guards and his hands are cuffed in front of him.  He’s the only prisoner Leo has ever seen handcuffed in the visiting room. (you know this!!!)

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“Yeah?  Sure, I’d like to see them handle this.”  Granit’s blood goes cold, then angry-hot.  It’s Taulant.  What the fuck?  “I need to see my FUCKING brother and I know he’s fucking here doing this lowlife shit.” (dangerous AU flashback 2!)

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The elevators are so slow in this building.  They give Granit plenty of time to hold Milot’s sweaty hand and get ready in his mind.  To feel the blood pumping through his body.  To imagine the scent of guns, the way they smell when they’ve just been fired.  Tonight is going to be fucking amazing. (dangerous AU flashback--right before granit gets shot for the first time and tries to pull the bullet out like a dumbass)

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As he slices into the man’s body in the dense trees of the forgotten park he knows too well, he feels Granit’s house keys bump against his chest.  They are like a second heartbeat.  He often smiles when he does this, but his smile is bigger now, now that he has a second heartbeat.

He uncaps tonight’s little tube, collects some of the drops of blood—a few is enough.  It is dark, but still, he can see the stain of the man’s blood leaking onto the soil.  All that clean blood, wasted now.  It’s too bad. (dangerous AU of course)

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As soon as Kieran lets Martin out of the cage he transforms back into human Martin at last.

“See, look, you survived the scary coffin shop,” Kieran says, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me, Kieran Tierney,” Martin huffs.  “I don’t like thinking about coffins and death, alright?  That’s not weird.”

“But I’m dead,” Leo teases.

The blood seems to drain from Martin’s face, making him impossibly pale.  “I don’t like when you say that, Leo!” (omg now this fic makes me sad)

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They don’t make it to Mikel’s bed. As soon as they take their clothes off Mikel hops onto Granit’s back and wrestles him to the floor. The power is in him now.  Granit is taller and stronger but something else takes over Mikel when he tastes blood in his mouth like this.

“Get where you fucking belong,” Granit says from his back on the floor as he grabs Mikel’s hips to try to push him off. (dangerous au christmas chapter)

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I want to be yours.

And I want to be yours.

We can’t go back now.  This is it.

Yeah, this is it. You’re mine forever now. 

And you’re mine.  It feels like we should sign something in blood.

Yeah, well, we’re not going to do that… (ivan rakitić coming of age fic)

that was a good way to get lots of dangerous AU excerpts hahaha

smile:

The man turns, and Dejan is startled.  Last night in the pub--there’d been something odd about him, hadn’t there?  But here, in the light of day, cloudy though it is, his smile is bright and cheery, and his eyes seem to shine as Dejan sits down next to him. (mare liberum)

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Luka bursts into weird, high laughter the way Šime had earlier.  “Oh, my God,” he says.  “You really are fucking funny, did you know that?”  Luka’s smile is so wide he almost looks crazy.  “And what about you, hmmm?  Wish I was Dejan instead of me?” (we light up the world)

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It’s a picture of Christine in a blue dress sitting in a restaurant with a younger guy who’s got blonde curls and a smirky smile. ("bitter mutual cheating")

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Granit arrives at his doorstep with his little suitcase, his big eyes open wide and his big smile glowing, and his mask tucked stupidly under his chin.  José is quite obviously a man of many words, and yet he can’t come up with a single one to say.

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Erdin smiles big and pounds Granit on the back. “You’re really gonna be someone, I’m telling you. All of London is gonna know this pretty face.”

The happiness Granit feels right now…he has never felt anything like it. (dangerous au flashback--Xherdan's brother picks them up at the airport)

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“I’m fucking great in bed,” is Dejan’s last, weak offer.

“I don’t doubt it,” Luka says.  “Not that I go around thinking about that, but I mean, it’s pretty obvious.”  He shoots Dejan a kind smile.  “Just get some sleep, Deki.  It was a good day today.  Don’t make it hard.” (sad world cup modren)

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Granit unties the scarf and Martin isn’t exactly surprised by what he sees. They are in Mikel’s office and he is sitting there at his desk, staring at Martin.  The boss’s smile is bright and kind…and then suddenly, something changes about his face and it’s a little evil.  It makes Martin shiver.  He feels like he knows the coach so well, but then there’s always another side to him. (martin x xhakarteta threesome!)

gold:

“I’m glad it’s…I’m glad I’m with you right now,” Luka says. He smells so much like beer and the smell is going to always remind Šime of these times, now, these times when they were invincible, when they were heroes, when they were perfect, when silver was even more perfect than gold. (we light up the world--oh i'm glad this made it in, i love this last line)

somehow that's all i have for "gold" in my WIPs folder?

#colorsofmyseason #answered #fic saga #thank you!!!

[yellowkitkieran]

Stream (Kieran Tierney)

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: NSFW! Kieran is recruited for a PGA 2k23 stream, but you make the most of his distraction.

"Darlin I really do need to record this stream."

"That's fine love, I'll just sit with you." You offer Kieran a smile, settling in his lap. Kieran can not resist when your arms loop around his neck. He leans forward to kiss you, hands settled on your hips. 

"Gonna sit right there are ye? Distract me the whole time?"

"Well that's sort of my plan… you don't mind do you? It's just that you leave this week for international duty and I won't see you for days." You shift purposefully, hiding your smirk when Kieran's throat bobs. Your boyfriend is far too easy to get worked up. 

"I dinnae mind darlin, you can sit with me. Just behave alright?" When you nod, Kieran rewards you with a peck on your lips. It does nothing to satisfy the beast that brews beneath your skin, aching for Kieran in the most instinctual way. 

Kieran pops his headphones on and pulls up his stream, chatting with the streamer whilst the course loads. 

"Alright let's get into it," Kieran says. You're enamored with the way his lips move. Caught as you are by the reflection of the screen in his eyes, you barely notice his hands leave your hips in favor of grabbing his controller. 

"Nah I've actually never played this course before! I'm excited, I'm hoping I can make it through all eighteen holes!" 

Your smile mirrors Kieran's when he laughs at something only he hears in his headset. Turning your head, you plant a kiss on Kieran's jaw. A muscle ticks under your lips, evidence of the fact that he enjoys it. 

When you sat on Kieran's lap and promised to behave, you had no intention of keeping that promise. He deserves some sort of punishment for his upcoming absence; leaving you to take care of yourself for a week, without so much as a cuddle at night? Nae, that's not on- you'll make up for it now rather than later. 

Your lips continue a path down the side of Kieran's neck. "Damn," Kieran mumbles, covering it up by clearing his throat. You smile against him, "nae sorry mate just the dog busting through the door- all good keep on!"

Properly straddling Kieran's hips now, you lick a stripe up his throat. He speaks as you do so, his words vibrating under your tongue. Kieran's hand lands flat on your thigh then, his warning squeeze hard enough to leave circular bruises behind. 

"Ah great shot, perfect- ahhh-" 

Kieran bites his lip when you roll your hips over him, his length hard beneath you. Even with the layers of fabric separating you, his arousal is enough to set you off. You rake your nails down Kieran's covered chest, the navy fabric of his shirt bunching. 

Kieran's next laugh is strained, "I could hear ya blowin' to try an get it off the green!" Your eyes flash up to meet Kieran's. His deep brown gaze holds a firm warning, trying to scare you off from where he knows your thoughts have wandered. 

But oh, at this point? There isn't a force in the world that can stop you. 

Kieran covers his mic when you slowly begin to slide off of his lap. "Don't- dinnae even think about it darlin-" his eyes snap back to the game, his hand lifting off the mic as he laughs. You're only privy to his half of the conversation but you have no interest in the other end. 

Gently pulling Kieran's shirt up a few inches, you blow a cool breath over his abdomen. The thin, short hairs leading beneath his waistband ripple. Your mouth waters when his length twitches in his shorts, practically begging to be in your mouth. 

Fingers curled in his waistband, you lean forward to place feather light kisses along the exposed skin. Torturing your boyfriend is one of your many specialties. Kieran adjusts how he's sitting, taking him out of your reach. When you glare up at him, you find him already looking at you in much the same manner. 

Kieran shakes his head at the same time he says, "ahh not much hope- it's not looking good. You have to play a bad hole soon though, you've not played one in a while."

Stop, Kieran mouths silently. You whine, trying to persuade him with your slightly pouted lip and soft, pleading eyes. You arch your back a touch for good measure, Kieran's eyes drifting to your cleavage. Did you pick a tight, cropped red top on purpose? Possibly. Maybe Kieran just likes to keep his house sweltering hot. 

Kieran tips his head back and sighs. "Nah mate that shot was excellent- I cannae imagine that not working out for you. Go for it then." Kieran meets your eyes when he says the last bit. Something inside you snaps and suddenly you cannot wait another second. 

Kieran's cock is in your mouth seconds later, taking him wholly by surprise. He shouts wordlessly, laughing straight after to offset the outburst. You grin around him, using your tongue to stroke a few inches of his considerable length whilst keeping your nose pressed to his pelvis. You focus on your breathing, keeping a rhythm whilst you fight off your gag reflex. Once you're positive you've got it under control, you begin to bob your head. 

"Ah- ah! Mate look at that!" When Kieran laughs, his abdomen contracts. The taste of him fills your mouth as he leaks precum onto your tongue. You miss it already and he's still heavy in your mouth. How are you meant to survive a week without tasting him? 

A low groan spills past Kieran's tight lips. You grin around him, glad to have broken his facade even momentarily. "Nah mate that was all luck- you couldn't do that twice!"

Your light hum sends vibrations straight through Kieran. His plush, pink lips part in a silent moan. Glassy, fucked out eyes meet yours, the hand holding the controller dipping as his other lands square on the back of your head. His attention is there and gone, the Scotsman already refocused on his game before you can break for air. 

Kieran exhales a heavy breath from his nose. By now he's normally moaning your name, feverishly tugging at your hair. You yearn to feel him pushing you further onto him, forcing you to take more of his length. You want to choke on him, be forced to take more of him than you can handle. For now this is enough to tide you over, despite the ache between your legs. 

"Nah keep going, keep going- ahhh mate just short!" Kierans hips buck in search of your warm, wet mouth. You're happy to let him flounder, enjoying his growing desperation until your name tumbles from his lips. 

He realizes it a moment too late, a blush tinting his cheeks when he's called out on it. "Yeah sorry she's just come home- nae we can continue! No worries mate!"

Please, Kieran mouths, taking advantage of a pause in the game to guide his shaft to your closed mouth. Open. 

So you do. You hollow your cheeks around him, desperate to lose yourself in his taste. You meet no protests from the man above you when you plant your hands on his thighs for leverage, bobbing your head with reckless abandon. You're careful to keep yourself quiet, though you crave the wet sounds that normally accompany sucking Kieran off. 

"Right there, right there little more-" 

You take the last inches of Kieran, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you close your eyes. When you hollow your cheeks, Kieran's thighs go rigid, his breath catches in his throat, and his jaw hangs open as he releases. Thick, hot ropes of come fill your mouth. You swallow all of it, not allowing a single drop to slip past your lips as you suck him dry. 

Soft, tender kisses on Kieran's thighs are the aftercare you offer him. You're not sure if he's winning or losing his virtual golf game, but you're positive that he doesn't care. Kieran covers his mic when you come up to kiss him, tasting himself on your tongue. 

"Love you," you whisper against his mouth. 

"Love you," Kieran echoes, the promise of sweet retribution hanging in the air when he nips at your lip. 

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[oh-saints]

CONCERT

the viking blood in kieran tierney made him well-feared on the pitch but he’s a different kind of beast when vivianne’s safety is at risk.

kieran tierney x neighbour!OC

word count: 4.9k

tw: graphic desc of sexual harassment, violence

note: kieran’s game face, especially one where he’s so ready to fight and tackle everyone not wearing arsenal shirts, always SENDS ME and in commemoration of his two fantastic performances this week, here’s some celebration!

“next time your friend’s playing in town, tell him to choose a pedestrian-friendly place.”

kieran laughed at vivianne’s protest, still smiling as he rolled down his window to flash his all access card to the nearest security guard. the burly guy nodded in acknowledgement at him before letting his car enter the private parking lot.

despite his recent frustration towards the woman for being to innocent tocatching the signals he’d been throwing her way, he could say the same innocence was the very reason he couldn’t stay far away from her.

as a newcomer to the london scene, she only set her mind on getting a relatively cheap place to stay without knowing how far the commute she had to endure every day from st albans to central london. now that she had ended up as kieran’s clumsy neighbour since then, the footballer often times offered her a lift home whenever he was in town, not wanting anything to happen to the poor girl in the almost two-hour journey by public transportation, in exchange of a homecooked dinner once a week at her choice.

(well, in kieran’s words was offering but rob holding might beg to differ as kieran came up with the most ridiculous reasons to go downtown whenever he was free of schedule.)

the same ride home led the two of them to bond over their mutual love of gerry cinnamon’s music. the first time they did that was probably the first time kieran changed his mind about her. no longer was she the girl next door who accidentally burned down her balcony fence, she impressed him immensely by remembering every line of the scottish musician’s songs to date, even though she hailed from somewhere far away from the UK. no girl kieran encountered had rarely ever appreciated his friend’s music, not even his ex-girlfriend who was a fellow scott.

so to show his appreciation, he planned tonight for her.

although she claimed to be a big fan, it was a wonder why she had yet to notice the standing banners and every other attribute that screamed gerry cinnamon’s concert along the road leading up to the venue. with that incredible level of innocence, kieran sometimes pondered if she actually feigned ignorance, instead of being truly naïve.

“you can tell him yourself later when we meet him.”

vivianne always enjoyed how smooth kieran drove—and how good looking he was when he parked the car but she wasn’t going to admit that soon—to the point she was always reluctant to unclasp her safety belt when they’d reached their destination. “is this how underground concert’s always been?”

oh, kieran really couldn’t wait to see how she’d react when she realised they weren’t going to an underground gig like she initially thought. “more or less, yeah.”

vivianne immediately seeked refugee in kieran’s back as soon as they reached for the backstage door, where there were more and more bulky guys standing in guard. kieran’s hand immediately reached for vivianne’s hands, knowing she wasn’t fond of men the size of dwayne johnson—she had to hide when william saliba dropped by his house when she was cooking for their weekly dinner while whispering, “that’s one of your teammates? what do you do for a living, being a mafia?”

had he mentioned how much he loved it when she didn’t know who he was in the eyes of the world?

kieran flashed the bodyguard his access card on his unoccupied hand. “she’s with me. gerry says he’ll give her another card when we see him.”

“alright,” as soon as the hulk eyed vivianne, the woman shrunk into a minion. “but wear it with you at all times once you have it.”

kieran, sensing her growing fear, patted the guy’s shoulder. “got it, big guy. thanks a lot.”

“you never tell me you know gerry cinnamon!” kieran swore nothing beat the excitement sparkling in viviane’s eyes, as clear as the night sky despite the lack of lighting the concert venue provided. “how could you hide that from me?!”

“well, you never ask.”

“well, that’s because—” vivianne groaned while she looped the access card over her head. “you know what? never mind. but thank you so much for this!”

vivianne didn’t spare kieran much time to digest the reality where she placed a peck on his cheek, as fast as the lightning went, before she pulled the footballer by the hand to join the rest of the audience. he could only hope the hand holding his wrist couldn’t feel the insane beat of his heart.

“you sure you’re okay in the stands?”

kieran had actually tried to drag her to the VIP stands, for he feared her safety. one, you could never expect an organised crowd at events like this. two, he couldn’t bear the thought of any fans who’d ask for kieran’s signs or a picture with him—not because he thought they were intrusive but because he didn’t want to cause her any discomfort. he’d seen it first-hand how his fame could affect the way one acted towards him and he’d hate himself the moment she decided he was too much to handle for her own good.

“that’s not where the real concert is, tierney,” vivianne shouted back at him over the opening intro that just started playing. the crowd erupted in cheers as the intro signalled gerry was about to take the stage. “i promise we won’t go too close to the stage.”

for the first half of gerry’s setlist, kieran and vivianne had so much fun jumping up and down as they sang their hearts out. him out of passion for the music, her out of the stress she’d been having at school. he could only pray that none of the gossip column caught on this because they were definitely going to have a field day if they do.

it took vivianne the transitional break between first half and second half to realise that she’d been dancing the night away technically in his arms. she’d wondered once in a while during the set why her excitement hadn’t killed a fellow concert-goer; it turned out that a set of paws belonging to a certain kieran tierney had been resting on top of her hipbones, swaying her in tune with the music to effectively navigated her to avoid bumping against people on their sides.

just as she concluded her train of thoughts, a couple of strangers bumped into them recklessly, pushing vivianne pretty violently to the side of kieran’s chest. at the collision, the left-back instinctively put his hands back on her waist and moved her body slightly so she stood in front of him. that way, he could protect her from any unwanted advances from every direction.

as much as vivianne was still surprised at the fact that she didn’t mind kieran’s large hands had been resting comfortably where they were—she was expecting she’d shy away if he laid a hand on her, despite the occasional casual hand-holding between them—that wasn’t the complete reason why vivianne’s breath stalled. it was only then when she realised the depth of his initial offer to watch the concert from the balcony; he wasn’t merely asking because the balcony had seats, or the better visibility to the stage from there, but because he was very concerned about her safety.

he wanted her to have the best time while also ensuring that they’d get back home safely. God knows how many disasters had happened to these kinds of places at times like this.

“if it’s getting uncomfortable for you, we’re out of here,” kieran dipped his head to shout gently at her ear. “you got me?”

the movement sent shivers all over vivianne’s body that it caught her tongue in place, only nodding as a reply to indicate she understood what he was saying without giving too much away the revelation she was having on the inside.

fuck it, vivianne decided. she could careless about what could be addressed any other time. right here, right now, she simply wanted to enjoy the time of her life, killing two birds with the same stone—she was finally able to see gerry cinnamon live in action while also spending time with someone she considered a dear friend.

but even Cinderella had her share of reality kicking in when the clock struck midnight.

like anything that she likes about being in a dimmed place, some other utilised the pootly-lit venue to their advantages to launch discreet touches and gropes and other kind of molestations she only heard from news.

as gerry was ending his first half of the leg, letting himself catch a breath after entertaining the concert hall for almost more than half an hour without a pause, kieran decided to slip from the standing audience in search of a loo, and a quick refreshment for their sore throat if he was lucky enough.

vivianne remained in their spot as gerry began interacting with his fans in the form of a small q&a session, laughing lightly here and there at the jokes the singer broke. she could see why he was friends with kieran, for they shared the same gag code, which happened to be her favourite kind if she was honest.

not even five minutes entering the talk, she felt a grasp on her waist, and she knew it wasn’t her concert partner. kieran might have a large set of hands, but his wasn’t crude and his grip definitely wasn’t harsh. although her brain was now frying emergency signals, she tried to stay calm and stepped forward, away from the uninvited guest’s reach.

but it seemed like the stranger was adamant to his stance of making her stay in her place, producing such a brute force to set her back to where she stood five seconds ago, crashing against his chest.

vivianne’s skin trickled in shiver from head to toe in utter disgust and immense fright, both at the filthy touch and at herself, for her entire being chose to freeze at that particular moment and she wasn’t able to muster up all the courage she needed to break free from the powerful grip.

“i’ve been waiting for you,” vivianne wanted to vomit her entire gut as he announced his presence, a heavy tint of alcohol lingered in the air he breathed out. “you shouldn’t be with that tierney bloke, he’s a frail pussy. can’t even play 10 matches straight without breaking his arse.”

kieran.

she needed to find him.

with her eyes closed, still in disgust, she forced all her energy to push the drunkard’s hands away. she felt like crying for touching those nasty hands—and maybe she was—but she had to try something. she even cried out a painful wail when she felt the nails digging deeper into the skin in order to prevent her from escaping.

“why struggle, cupcake?” vivianne tried to hold back her tears, for she still needed to see her surroundings clearly. “is power play your kink?”

she was nowhere near a fan of violence—heck, the only thing she couldn’t fathom from kieran was his fascination towards connor mcgreggor—but she put every of her focus to recall connor’s manoeuvre to beat his opponent at one of the matches she watched together with kieran over their weekly dinner.

she stumped her foot on the drunkard’s so hard it was his turn to cry in pain before she kicked him on the shin once he lost of his footings. that gave her some time to escape to turn her body around, eyes frantic in search for the nearest exit. but it seemed like the drunkard stored some more energy in his battery of life, seeing now he was charging towards her and vivianne managed to dodge him away milisecond left on the clock by sheer luck.

she ducked under his arms, making him dive into people in front of them and she swore to God she’d take self-defence classes that kieran always talked about after this stint. the man’s fall caused quite a commotion so vivianne used the distraction to run away to the gate she came from earlier tonight. from afar, she could spot a dirty blonde quiff she recognised was kieran’s and she had never been so glad to have come to a crowded place with someone she knew.

the relief running, though, was cut short when she felt a strong, abusive tug on her ponytail.

kieran had just entered the concert hall again when he heard a screeching howl he recognised as vivianne’s, despite the packed venue and blaring music, and he could feel panic rushing throughout his body. the footballer cleared everyone in his way to reach the spot where her voice came from, pushing the thought of why is everyone not fucking doing anything? deeper down to cease his building anger.

kieran tierney, even though explosive on the pitch at times, wasn’t one to resort to pure brutality as the first measure so things wouldn’t be so pretty anymore if he had reached his boiling point, and that would have to leave his agent and publicist an overnight homework to do.

but no matter how much kieran wanted to avoid triggering a world war 3, he didn’t think twice when he saw vivianne being grabbed by the hair—now being dragged out of the crowd as well by the stranger—and her face was screaming fear as much as her mouth screamed pain.

that motherfucker should’ve listened to his mother to not disturb calm water was kieran’s last thought before he threw a punch on the low-life pest.

kieran could notice vivianne jumped in her place, her face now painted in shock, probably from the fact that he really attacked her assailant and now the other guy was on the floor, unconscious and blood running down his nose like a waterfall.

(remind him to call connor mcgregor in person to thank the legend for being so patient in their one-on-one lesson of k.o. punch techniques until he mastered them.)

kieran could see the guards were—finally!—running to their way, the same time the bastard regained his consciousness. alarmed, he pulled vivianne closer to his back, shielding the woman with his entire being from another unwanted strike while still putting himself on alert in case the idiot tried to have another go at him. “you okay?”

as much as kieran wanted to dwell on the pain he felt deeply when vivianne jumped at his touch, as if she was scared for her life when he touched her, he was beyond relieved when she nodded her head. gone was the sleek ponytail, her wayward hairs were falling, covering half of her face as her head bobbed. Clumsy vivianne was one thing to be protected, but shaken, traumatised vivianne triggered him to provide a whole new level of shelter.

(despite all of the chaos, kieran still thought, what a beautiful mess.)

unable to see this side of vivianne, knowing his unfortunate decision to go to the loo part-took this outcome, kieran immediately took of his jacket and draped it over the frail figure. if it wasn’t because of one of the guards asking about the incident that just happened behind him, he would’ve hugged her and hauled her out of here—or anywhere as long as they were out of danger, really.

the act didn’t go unnoticed by vivianne, whose empty eyes—god, vivianne was anything but empty and lost— looked up to him when she felt the fabric of his jacket was warming her exposed shoulder blades. for a moment, her eyes raked for God knows what of kieran’s face before a drop escaped her tear gland as she realised he was indeed him, kieran tierney, and not another freak who wanted to do other unhonourable deeds.

he could only guess what thing and how much pain she had gone though in a split thunderstrike second.

but now, all he could do to her was to wipe her wet cheeks and let her whimper in lieu of loud cry. his other hand went to brush the strangled mess called her hair, smoothing the knotted evidence of the fight she had just undergone.

he could hear the guards were asking for his attention again so he had to let go of her. before kieran could answer the guards, vivianne’s tug paused his motion. the scotsman peered down his shoulder, only to find vivianne’s eyes speaking volumes than mere words, and he made a silent vow to himself never to go to any jam-packed places with her, ever again.

“hey, hey,” kieran closed the distance between them, his strong arm enveloping her small frame, his hand cupping her face in an assuring manner. “i’m not going anywhere, okay? let me just talk to the guards.”

vivianne shook her head fervently. “please don’t leave me.”

“can we just get somewhere less crowded to talk about this?” kieran thought he’d been fortunate enough to have yet felt any heartbreak but he swore vivianne’s meek voice was close enough to be the cause of it. “preferably somewhere she can get medical attendance as well.”

a paramedic attended her, after the 999 being called by one of the guards, and was now dabbing some cotton pads on the back of her neck. if kieran didn’t insist, vivianne wouldn’t know there were some cuts on her skin. here and there, nothing major, but enough to digest what seemed like a fleeting reality only moments ago. the paramedic then proceeded to ask a couple of questions regarding her mental well-being after such a catastrophic night, to which vivianne answered with honest answers despite shivers running down her skin every time she recalled what happened. thankfully, the paramedic decided she would need no further medication to be taken at home, unless she was starting to show symptoms of anxiety or such.

“glad to hear that,” the detailed questions took her focus away from kieran, and before vivianne knew it, the man had stood in her right, towering her sitting figure. “thank you for your help.”

the paramedic gave a curt nod to the footballer, who was now casting his eyes down at vivianne.

for the first time, in a brighter place at that as well, he had the time to full examine the extent of the damage caused by that unfortunate event. although her eyes were now deprived of fear, he could spot some scratches around her forearms, and kieran could feel the blood in his system boiling again.

“what did they say?” although his eyes remained focused on spotting any other blotches of redness, kieran could feel the expectancy in vivianne’s voice. “do you have to go through police investigation?”

“depends,” kieran shrugged as nonchalantly as possible, not wanting to worry the possible disaster that might knock his door the next morning. “i’ve given out my statements, the security guys are going to share cctv access to the venue. all that’s left is that prick’s statement.”

vivianne could only give another relieved nod, knowing the evidence would do kieran only good.

“does it hurt?” kieran took her hand and gave them a detailed look, the tip of his fingers brushed around the ointment smeared over the miniscule injuries, all ever so gently. he didn’t wait for vivianne to answer before he added, “i shouldn’t have left you.”

“what matters now is that you came back,” and at vivianne’s reply, kieran went back up to search for some kind of clue she wasn’t saying that just because. but one trait he’d always admired from her innocence was how truthful she was to her words. “you don’t know how relieved i was to see you back in the crowd.”

a shaky breath from vivianne and kieran wished she would stop speaking because he felt the same too, so he spoke in her place. “but the fucking cunt just had to grab you by the hair.”

unbeknownst to himself, his hand moved before his brain could proceed, skimming down from the side of her hair, her shoulder, before going back up again to the face, cupping them gently. in his defence, he was making sure—more to himself—that she was fine, both mentally and physically.

for a split second, kieran was deadly afraid vivianne would shoo him away from her as he inflicted another unwanted advance towards her. but instead, he was met by a relieved pair of eyes before they were closed into a perfect shape of dome.

vivianne sighed in content at kieran’s touch, for this one she knew it was safe, a striking difference to her aggressive nightmare less than an hour ago. still in disbelief of what went down, she couldn’t help but grab a hold of his hands that were still wrapped around her facial frame, making sure it was indeed kieran that stayed with her.

and kieran had never felt more conflicted at the sight more than in the moment.

while he was beyond glad and relieved she didn’t find his physical contact frightening—he was already preparing himself if she retaliated at the touch as it triggered a traumatic response—he couldn’t shrug off the pain in his chest when he saw his favourite character seeked comfort and security in someone as monstrous as he had become of in order to protect her.

“i’m sorry,” his thumbs sweept over her crescent eyelids that reminded him of the moon, eyelashes fluttering at his light stroke. “i’m so, so, so sorry.”

and vivianne had never felt like crying again more than in the moment.

she was used to escaping danger on her own, for she had been only by herself for most of the time, but to see a livid kieran actually released a well-aimed punch on her place… she was accustomed to the notion of tucking her emotions away, especially in public places, because anyone could exploit the cracks for their benefits so she’d gladly give kuddos to anyone who knows the limit to suppressing their anger as well as the perfect time to vent it out. including, but not limited to, kieran tierney.

wait—

especially kieran tierney, who practically betted everything on the line, just to get his point across his their opponent. he did it anyway, on her place on top of that, regardless of the consequences he had to face the first thing in the morning. she could already imagine the hot waters being poured over his head for his actions.

yet, he was the one apologising.

this time, it was vivianne’s turn to move the pad of her thumbs along the back of his hands, feeling the sturdy knuckles contrasting her delicate skin. “oh, no, kieran,” she managed to breathe out a breathless laugh before opening her eyes, intending to square him as she said, “thank you.”

and she had never meant a simple thank you like she just did, with every fibre of her being.

the eyes are the window to one’s soul, they said, and kieran had never preached the saying so much until this wonderful, ethereal beauty walked into his life and bared everything non-verbal so clearly and fluently through her eyes. maybe it was part of the innocence she kept holding on.

it didn’t even take kieran a full five seconds to know she meant it—and everything else she tried and had been trying to transmit through her organ of sight. it was a fantastic feeling no one could compete, liberating in some ways or another, that he had finally figured her out.

his heart and brain contained too much feelings to be put in words to respond to that but he hoped his grin made it up for her. thankfully for kieran, it did because vivianne couldn’t help but reciprocate a grin as big as his when the smile she loved so much carving its way to those thin pair of pink lips.

in a spur of a second, it dawned on vivianne that she had just gone through what was possibly the wildest night in her life. but it took her this one particular hell of a rollercoaster ride to come to a realisation that kieran had always put her first whenever he could—be it when she was physically around him or not; be it when he was physically around her or not.

at this huge swing of thor’s hammer hitting her equilibrium of life, she rolled her head backwards, laughing uncontrollably at how fast the night changed.

kieran’s eyebrows were now furrowed, eyes dancing partly in mirth and another in curiosity. “what?”

trying to calm herself, vivianne looked up again to those brown orbs that reminded her of his favourite guilty pleasure. “what what?”

she was so drawn into the milky chocolate pool that she didn’t realise kieran had closed the gaps between them. the tips of their noses were now touching, their breaths tangled—he inhaled what she exhaled, she breathed in what he breathed out. one move, and their lips would break down the last millimeters of their long-standing wall.

“share it with me,” kieran breathed down, and it was palpable that he was restraining himself so hard not to peer down further to her lips. “share me one last laugh before the world’s ending tomorrow.”

kieran was only whispering above the air but his baritone voice was as clear as a crystal to vivianne’s ears, even amidst the packed and loud area surrounding them. “as much as i’m glad we spent our last night before doomsday watching gerry cinnamon, i’m gutted we didn’t get to catch where we’re going.”

kieran really broke into a laughing tirade at how funny vivianne was, despite herself undergoing such an unfortunate event. not many managed to do so, and for that alone, kieran couldn’t help but lean his forehead against her, ever so smoothly that vivianne herself didn’t realise the touch.

“but i’m very glad i’ve met you,” with a heart-dropping grin, kieran didn’t know—and didn’t want to know—what to make out of himself if his answer wasn’t considered a confirmation of what they were now. “though i’m sure we can still watch it somewhere in the backstage.”

“yeah?”

the braveheart only nodded in response. “we have all-access card, don’t we?”

the back of vivianne’s head was alerting her they were very much still in such a public place and setting, and she wanted to push away kieran so he could get a grasp of reality that anyone could practically catch them in such an intimate pose and misunderstood them but her brain seemed to be consumed by everything of kieran—his gaze, his graze, his breath, his smell, his warmth—to the point she couldn’t bring any muscle in her body to do so.

so, vivianne decided to take the action to her own hands, breaking the staring down contest for their her sake by averting her gaze somewhere else.

unfortunately, the first other thing her eyes landed upon was his lips, now set in straight line, making his lips a lot thinner but still managed to look plump, glistening in the prettiest shade of natural pink. call it adrenaline for all she cared, vivianne didn’t think anymore as she raised herself to her tiptoes, reaching the back of kieran’s neck before pulling him downwards for a kiss, putting every of the unspoken words they shared so far into a definitive term. and as someone risk-averse, vivianne’s heart soared high the moment kieran reciprocatively poured the same amount of love into their kiss.

if vivianne wasn’t busy contemplating how kieran could kiss with so much passion without pressing himself too much, she’d definitely dwell on how plush and soft his lips were and how glad she was to find out they tasted just as they looked like.

kieran pulled away first, still cradling her face gently in his hands while his fingers played with her hair. some, he tucked it behind her ear, tracing the soft shell with the tip of his fingers. as much as he wanted to have more of her, as he knew he couldn’t get enough of her, she didn’t deserve to share such an intimate moment at the back of an ambulance.

even without words, he knew she knew. from her perspective, kieran’s smile was everything she needed to know. while he promised of everything better later on, she’d have to settle for this for now. so she pulled her to a tight hug, maximizing some moments they had left, their noses filling each other’s crook of necks perfectly like a fit of puzzle.

“i’m so glad you’re okay,” her breath tickled in his ear, and if her hand skimmed down to kieran’s back, she’d know it sent shivers all over his back. “thank you for everything you’ve done for me tonight.”

kieran returned the tight hug, nuzzling his nose deeper into its matching piece of puzzle as she conveyed her gratitude, and vivianne could feel his lips brushed featherly on the skin right above her pulse before he whispered, “anything for you,” against the skin of her neck.

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[cowboyb1ues]

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Yeah so this is just pure smut. Like just straight up porn. So hope you enjoy that you little freaks <3 also sorry if it’s a mess, it’s been a hot minute since i dipped my toe into the smut waters!

A fic about Kieran being obsessed with you and especially you wearing that dress.

Kieran Tierney x fem!reader (4.2k)

18+ only!! If I catch minors reading I will block you!

You could hear Kieran’s booming laughter from where you left him standing in the foyer. Your bare feet slapped against the wooden stairs as you hurried up the steps with an equally gleeful giggle slipping past your lipstick painted lips that were still searing with the kiss he had left on them.

The skin on your thigh was still burning and you were sure you would find pink blisters on the soft skin tomorrow. He had spent the entirety of the evening with a hand settled on your leg, the slight slit giving him the perfect access.

If his hands had not been on your legs they had been on your hips, his calloused hands firm against the sequins on your shirt dress. He had been mindful of keeping your hair from falling in your face and had left your mind reeling every time he tenderly brushed your hair back behind your ears.

His nose had been nuzzled against your cheek on the entire drive home in the town car, his breath warm against your skin as he continued to go on about how he had been thinking about this ever since you had put the dress on. It was his favourite after all.

And apparently the kiss you had so graciously given him before you were due to leave hadn’t left his mind.

Your feet slipped slightly over the shiny floors and your giggle echoed in the empty hallway when you heard his feet slam down on the stairs as he started his pursuit after you.

You burst into the bedroom, the only light being that of the pale moon gleaming in all its might outside the big windows. You turned around just as you heard him come to a halt outside the wooden door.

The coy smile returned to your lips when he entered the room, his arm reaching out to switch on the light above you.

You took small steps back as he came towards you, the smile on his face being a mirrored image of the one that was tattooed on yours.

“You’re a tease,” he said with a laugh still interlaced in the words. His accent had gotten thicker and the sound was almost enough for you to drop to your knees.

You raised your chin slightly and put your hands on your hips, fingertips brushing the colourful sequins.

“I’ve learned from the best.”

His chuckle seemed never ending as he kept walking towards you, his long strides making their way towards you faster than you anticipated. 

You jumped back on the bed, feet planted on the soft white duvet that covered the mattress as your towered slightly over him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he grinned as he planted himself in the spot you had escaped from moments earlier. 

“Right,” you laughed at him and shook your head, hands once again finding purpose on your glitter covered hips. “Cause you never tease.”

“Never,” he whispered into the big room, big brown eyes looking up at you as he took small steps towards the edge of the bed. 

Before you knew it his big hands had found their way to the back of your thighs as he anchored himself to you, his thumbs rubbing softly over the smooth skin. “I’m a saint.”

You threw your head back at his words, hands letting go of your hips to grip his shoulders that were still covered in the crisp white shirt he had been wearing to the party.

“A right angel,” he continued, voice getting lower as he started to spread sperotic kisses over the skin of your legs as he slowly made his way up to the hem of your dress.

“You’re full of yourself,” you hummed, your eyelids suddenly feeling heavy the the feeling of his lips travelling to where you had needed him ever since you had kissed him before leaving for the party.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” he echoed his words from moments before, his hands starting to slowly push up the hem of your dress. “Have I told you how much I love this dress?”

His lips started to grow closer to your centre, his warm breath making you shiver at the feeling. 

“A few times,” you sighed and the grip on his shoulders tightened when his lips finally landed on where you needed him. 

His lips stayed attached to the front of your panties but his eyes travelled up to meet yours and you felt your breath halter at the dark look in his eyes. 

You leaned down so you could press a heavy kiss to his waiting lips, your hands finding his jaw as his hands once again went to grip the back of your thighs. The feeling of his slight stubble was enough to make goosebumps appear as his tongue started to move slowly against yours in a familiar dance.

The air was swept out of your lungs when you suddenly felt yourself being lifted up before falling back on the plush bed with your boyfriend standing above you with a smirk on his lips. His hands were still on your thighs after having used them to tip you over with his body standing tall in between your spread knees.

He leaned his body down and connected his lips with yours once again whilst he moved your body further up on the bed with his hands now tight around your waist.

He disconnected from your lips and started a trail down the column of your throat, the feeling of him pressed so tightly up against you was enough for a moan slip past your parted lips.

“You look so fucking good in this dress,” he groaned as his lips locked themselves on a certain spot on your collarbone, his hips pressing into yours as he almost put all of his weight on you. 

Your hand found its way up to the back of his head, the short strands of hair tickling your delicate fingers as they sought purchase anywhere they could.

“Bought it just for you,” you let out around a moan that was quickly followed by a gasp at the sudden feeling of his fingers circling your clit over the lace of your underwear.

“Just for me?” he asked and lifted his head so he could look into your lidded eyes. His hand that wasn’t busy on your clit started to push the dress up so it rested on your hips, the black lace peeking out from underneath.

“Bought it just so you could take it off,” you whispered in his ear, before kissing the sensitive spot beneath it that always made him shutter.

“I love you so fucking much,” he groaned and before you knew it he had pushed your panties to the side, his long fingers gliding over your slick folds with skillful expertice. You threw your head back into the duvet as his fingers pushed into you, filling you up just as perfectly as he always did.

“Kieran,” you moaned, one hand abandoning its place on the back of his head so that it could firmly grab the bed sheets under you. The feeling of his fingers moving in and out of you with a steady pace was enough for your breath to get stuck in your throat and for your orgasm to approach at an embarrassingly fast pace. But when his thumb started to draw lazy circles on your clit you knew it was game over.

The feelings of pleasure crawled over your skin as Kieran’s lips attached themselves to your neck and his free hand gripping your thigh as he continued to move his fingers inside of you, continually hitting the spot inside you that he had only ever been able to reach.

“You like that?” he groaned against your sensitive skin that came alive under the bruising kisses he left behind. “You like it when I hit that spot?” As he said that he seemed to burrow his fingers deeper, making slow movement against your sensitive spot.

“Yes,” you moaned with your eyes screwed shut, the overwhelming feeling making you feel like you were on fire, “I fucking love your fingers baby.”

He continued to massage the spot until he went back to pumping them in and out of you once he was satisfied with the sounds that had escaped your lips.

Your hand landed on the sides of his face as you brought him up from your neck so you could kiss him, but it ended up being your breathless moans and whimpers echoing against his self-satisfied smirk as you came undone beneath him with minimal effort.

He continued to move his fingers as you came down from your orgasm, the overwhelming feeling of him inside of you making you wriggle under him as he started to laugh and slowed down the pace of his attack.

“You’re no fucking saint,” you mumbled as you basked in the feeling of the gentle kisses he left on your cheeks and the way his fingers slipped out of you and gently massaged your inner thigh before it started to travel up your body.

“I might not be,” he whispered as his hand held your jaw gently, some of your juices smearing across your skin before he slipped his fingers into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the digits as you removed any sign of your orgasm from him, “but you’re a fucking angel.”

His fingers left your mouth before they wrapped softly around your throat before kissing away any of the cum that had been smeared on your cheek and jaw.

“I’m gonna fuck you know,” he whispered against your skin before pulling back and giving you a small smile before he leaned down to lay a heavy kiss on your lips.

You used all of your weight to flip him over, so you were laying on his chest with your lips and tongues still dancing together. His hand left your throat and both of them went down to grip your hips where your dress was still bunched up.

You detached your lips from his and started your own trail down his throat, your nimble fingers starting to undo the buttons of his shirt, his bare chest coming into view.

“Not if I fuck you first,” you mumbled against the protruding vein on his neck as you started to press kisses against his bare skin and slowly made your way down his toned abdomen.

“Do your worst,” he mumbled, eyes firmly locked on you as you started to undo the buckle of his belt while gently biting the sensitive skin over the waist of his trousers.

“Trust me honey,” you whispered as your eyes lifted up to meet his as you finally undid his belt and popped the button of his trousers and pulled his zipper down, “I will.”

He threw his head back in the duvet like you had done just moments prior as your lips started to trace the growing bulge in his black briefs, your tongue giving a quick lick before you pulled it back into your mouth. A smile grew on his lips as you saw how he twitched under the material as your warm breath fanned over him.

You looked up at him and subtly nodded down to the clothes barring you from his cock and he was quick in using his hands to push down his trousers and his underwear so they laid across his muscular thighs so you had full access to all of him.

His length sprung out from the confinements, softly slapping against his lower stomach. The size of him always seemed to blow you away, how he always stretched you out in the most delicious way and how he could never quite fit entirely in your mouth no matter how hard you tried.

You pressed a kiss to the base of his cock, smiling against it when it started to twitch again from the smallest of contact. You continued a line of kisses up the length of him as you held him loosely in one of your hands. You reached the top and gave it a small kiss, his precum salty as you licked it from your lips as you heard him groan lowly.

You let him fall back against his stomach, causing him to open his eyes and look down at you only to see you looking him in the eye while dropping a pool of spit on the underside of his cock before you took him in your hand again, slowly moving it up and down with the help of your spit.

He groaned at the slow movement of your hands as your lips continued to dance only millimetres over his tip, his hips bucking up every once in a while, desperate to feel your lips wrap around him but it only led to you giggling softly and your warm breath hitting his slit made goosebumps spread over his skin.

“Put me in your mouth baby,” he said, his voice strained as he kept his eyes firmly locked on you as you continued to torture him with your slow movements.

“Needy boy,” you teased and lowered yourself down but your lips took a detour and started to gently suck small hickeys on the skin of his inner thigh.

“Y/N,” he groaned and covered his face with his hands as he groaned into them at the feeling of your lips marking the most sensitive part of him.

“You always make me beg,” you whispered against his thigh, your eyes on his covered face as you continued the slow movement of your hand. “I think it’s your turn.”

“Baby please,” his voice was strained as he groaned, hands slapping against the duvet and grabbing it tightly in his fists.

“I think you can do better than that,” you hummed before licking a long line along his shaft stopping at the tip with your lips slightly puckered as you glanced up at him again only to be met with his dark eyes.

“Baby,” he almost whimpered, the feeling of your hand slowly getting him off feeling like torture when he knew how much pleasure you could give him with your soft lips.

“Come on Kieran,” you teased, giving his cock a firm squeeze to coax it out of him before returning to the steady rhythm.

“Love, please, please take me in your mouth I beg you plea-” before he could finish the sentence he was already halfway down your throat, his pleading words being replaced by a breathless moan.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned and let his hands find the back of his head as he gathered your hair in a messy ponytail, aiding you in bobbing your head up and down, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat every time.

The part of him that couldn’t fit into your mouth was covered by your hand, the combined feeling was almost enough to send Kieran to heaven, just like it always did when he was lucky enough to get your mouth on him.

“You’re so good,” he whispered and kept a firm grip of your hair as tears slowly started to form in your eyes at the feeling of him filling your mouth. You pulled your mouth off of him and took a deep breath, with your hand now making fast work on his length as a string of spit still connected your lips to the tip of his cock. “I’m close,” he groaned with his hands balled into fist and covering his eyes, his hips bucking up to meet the fast, steady rhythm of your hand.

At his words you removed your hand from him before sitting back on your heels, as he opened his eyes and looked at you with wide confused eyes, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to control his breathing.

“Not yet,” you whispered before moving backwards so you could place your feet on the wooden floor. You felt a slight shiver travel up your spine at the coldness beneath your feet. Your thumbs pulled at the waistband of your panties, his honey eyes following your every movement. You slowly peeled them off of your hips and let them drop down around your feet before you stepped out of them. You shimmered the skirt of your dress back down so the hem once again landed around your thighs.

You stepped up on the bed again, your feet burying in the cloud beneath you as you took small steps over towards your boyfriend before standing with your feet on either side of your boyfriend’s hips.

He looked up at you with the darkest and hungriest eyes that you had ever seen for him, his rough hands rubbing up and down your bare calves.

“Are you gonna fuck me baby?” He asked, his voice low and his accent more pronounced as his air was laying over his forehead, sticking to it slightly from the sweat.

“I think you deserve it,” you smiled down at him sweetly before dropping down to your knees so your bare pussy was hovering over his lower stomach. You leaned up and braced your hands on either side of his head before leaning down to give him a small kiss while he brought a hand up so he could remove some of the makeup that had smeared around your eyes from the scandalous endeavours.

You sat back and reached behind you so you could grab a hold of his spit covered cock and started to rub it against your wet folds, both of you sighing at the welcomed feeling. You started to sit down on him slowly, his dick stretching you out in the most fantastic way, the feeling sending sparks over your spine as you lowered yourself inch by inch.

You put your hands on his chest and bit your lip with your head thrown back, nails scratching against his soft skin.

That was all before you were pushed forward by Kieran pushing all of him into you, his cock filling you to the brim as tears started to form in your eyes again at the surprise. You fell against his chest while he thrusted into you with his knees bent, his hips going at an unimaginable pace that left you with nothing but the fire of pleasure licking over your skin and pathetic moans and whimpers falling from your lips.

“You were too slow,” he said as he started to lift the fabric of your dress so that it sat around your waist, so his hands could rest on your ass and help you stay steady as he kept thrusting into you.

“I was trying to savour it,” you managed to get out over the moans and whimpers of his name that left your lips that were pressed against his stubble covered neck.

“Yeah?” He asked and started to slow down his pace, lips inching closer to your ear as you worked together as you went down to meet his forceful thrusts. You hummed in agreement, happy to finally be able to think somewhat straight. “Well,” he started before pressing a small kiss against your cheekbone, “you’re gonna remember it tomorrow at least.”

Before you knew it he quickened the pace leaving you a crying mess in the process. The feeling of him hitting the same spot inside of you as he did earlier all while stretching you so well was always enough to leave you a mess but with the fastness and the force of thrusts you were left reeling only left for him to devour.

You moved your upper body so that you could press your mouth against his cheek as moans continued to spill from you. He turned his face so his lips could brush over yours, his groans and grunts getting mixed with your whines and whimpers as the sound of skin hitting skin filled the dark room.

Your hand moved from where it was resting on his bare chest and lifted itself so it could wrap around the base of his neck. In the midst of the relentless thrust you lifted your eyes and saw how his eyes closed when you applied just the smallest of pressure against the skin, his veins popping as he started to breathe even harder.

You slowly started to push yourself up so you weren’t lying on his chest with your hair falling around you like a curtain, keeping anyone from interrupting the moment. You hand stayed around his neck as the other was splayed out over his bare chest, the faint spreckle of chest hair tickling your fingertips.

He started to slow down his thrusts as he opened his eyes again and looked up at you and smiled at the pleasure that was painted on your face as you slowly started to settle your own pace, your hips sliding down to meet his at a toe curling speed. That combined with your hand softly squeezing his  neck was enough for his eyes to roll into the back of his head.

“You take me so well,” he groaned as you slided down just a tad bit further, sitting on him fully as you started to move your hip in small circles, making him hit the spot inside of you over and over.

“You’re so big,” you moaned as your head fell forward and looked at how you grinded against him, the action stimulating your clit and almost making you see stars.

“The biggest?” He asked with a cocky grin on his lips and you wanted to smack it off his lips when you raised your eyes to look at his self-satisfied face. But instead you settled on squeezing his dick inside of you as well as tightening your hand around his throat, which made a pathetic whimper leave his pink lips.

“You’re intolerable,” you said as you stopped your grinding and started to bounce up and down on him again, some of your juices gliding down his cock when you lifted yourself off of him completely before sitting back down on him quickly.

“Really?” He asked with furrowed brows but a teasing smile on his lips. “I don’t think you would have my cock in yo-” 

Before he could finish his sentence you interrupted him again, this time by raising your hand and putting two of your fingers in his mouth to silence him and his cocky comments. He sucked on your digits with his eyes locked on where you went down on him over and over again, his eyes blown out and his cheeks flushed.

“As I said,” you whimpered as you started to fasten your pace while your fingers were in his mouth, “intolerable.”

At your comment he raised his hips and met yours with a forceful thrust that caused a loud moan of his name to tumble from your lips.

His hips started to slowly meet your thrust with his own, the two of you chasing your highs together with your moans and his grunts mixing together in a symphony that he wanted to record and keep on repeat in his mind forever.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined and started to go slack against him, slowly lowering your body so that he could take over and leave you to bathe in the euphoric high that was about to crash over you like the waves on the shore.

One of his big hands came up to hold the back of your neck as you buried your head in his neck. “Cum baby,” he mumbled into your hair and his eyes screwed shut when he felt you let go as you came around him, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.

He felt his release rapidly approaching, his hips chasing his high as you laid on top of him and pressed kisses to his neck while mumbling words of encouragement until he finally spilled inside of you with your name glued to his lips.

Both of you laid in silence as you tried to get your breathing to calm down, your chests heaving against one another.

“That sure was something,” he mumbled into your hair as he ran his hand over the back of your dress that was still covering your body.

You hummed against him before removing your face from his neck and leaned up to press a loving kiss to his lips with your hand caressing the short beard.

You mumbled something against his lips but it was muffled by his own lips that tried to constantly seek out yours. “What did you say?” He asked and let his eyes open to look into yours as you pulled away.

“You didn’t even take my dress off,” you laughed softly and gently pulled on the hem of your dress for emphasis.

Kieran joined in on your laughter and slowly raised his body off of the bed so he sat up with you in his lap. “Sorry my love,” he mumbled and started to carefully peel the material off of your body and over your head and threw it to the side, paying no mind to where it landed.

His eyes found the flimsy black bra that matched the panties that you had discarded earlier and he had to swallow the lump in his throat as he felt his dick twitch at the sight of your nipple straining against the lace.

“Kieran,” you said and lifted his face slightly so that his honey eyes met yours in the dark room.

“Up for round two?” he asked, his voice muffled in the sound of your laughter as he flipped you over on the bed, head already buried in your neck once again.

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[arrrseeenalfc]

can u do kt edging u and then finally letting you cum by riding his thigh pls?❤️‍🔥

Yea it’s rushed but let me know what you think

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You’ve been such a needy thing. Grinding onto him as you sloppily make out with him. Your fingers running through his hair as his nails dig into the sides of your hips.

“What’s got ya so riled up?” He teases, hissing when you press yourself against his erection.

“I need you…” you mewl, shrieking when he removes your underwear with force, ripping it and chucking it away.

“Yeah? Gonna be good and show me?” He takes off both your tops, mouth leaning forward to fill his mouth with your tits.

He drags your hips against him, grunting loudly with every movement. You moan as you grind against him, his boxers refusing to let you feel him properly. The softness of his cock and pulsing veins, guarded behind the fabric. You whine as you try to find a better connection, moaning when you feel pressure on your bud.

He finds it amusing at how you’re getting off on him. His cock not even inside of you, yet you’re practically drowning his underwear in your wetness. He kisses down your neck, biting and pulling at the skin until he’s cracked it. Running his warm tongue over it and going back to your lips.

“So fucking sexy.” He groans and decides to switch it up.

He flips you over, kissing down your body until he’s face to face with your heat. He closes his eyes and inhales your scent, his cock twitching as he licks his lips.

“Perfect.” He nuzzles his face into your heat, lapping up your juices hungrily, keeping your thighs far apart.

But you’re already too sensitive, his nose adding just the right pressure as he sticks his tongue into your hole. You clench your thighs around his head, hips bucking up as he swiftly slides in his finger. You cry when you feel it curl up deep inside of you. Your head starting to feel lighter, your stomach tensing as he fucks your hole roughly.

“T-Too much…” you stutter but he just chuckles.

“But you’ll take it.” He said with conviction.

“You’ll take whatever I give you.” He knows you’re close, feeling you tighten against him before pulling out.

“wha-“

“If you wanna cum, you gonna have to do it yourself.” He smirks, sticking his finger into his mouth and sucking it clean.

He gives your heat a slap, making you squeal. He flips you over again. You pout as you place yourself against his thigh. Slowly rubbing yourself against him, moaning when he flexes his muscle under you. He cups your face, wiping your cheek clean and pulling you into a kiss.

“Daddy’s being mean huh? But you’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Gonna be good and show me how messy you get.” He helps you out, holding onto your hips and making you go faster.

He can’t take his eyes off the sloppy mess you’re making on his thighs, his fingers quickly dipping low and pleasuring you. You start to tremble. You’re so close. You lean forward and cry out as his thigh connects with the right spot.

“I’m gonna fuck I’m -“

“That’s it baby. Make a fuckin mess.” He grins, wrapping his hand around your throat as you cry in pleasure, your body dropping onto him as you cum all over his thigh.

You sigh into his chest, eyes slowly shutting when he kisses your forehead.

“Did so good, baby.”

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[colorsofmyseason]

something just like this

Summary: Granit has no superpowers.

Pairing: Granit Xhaka/Mikel Arteta

Set sometime around the start of last season, I guess.

Part of my supernatural/superpower au!

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Most Arsenal players either have superpowers or are supernatural creatures. That's nice, great even. There are rules and restrictions regarding power usage while playing football, sure, not to mention the unspoken danger lurking behind them, but they still get to have some fun with it. Mikel doesn't mind that, and he knows that despite all the shenanigans happening in the training ground, his lads are all trustable, responsible adults, so he says nothing when Bukayo turns their water bottles into a bunch of puppies or Kieran rains snowballs upon some unfortunate souls who slack off in training.

So, imagine the shock when the players find out that one of the more important members in the squad actually is no super after all.

"Wait, you're normal??" Aaron gasps, nearly dropping his gloves in surprise. "How come??"

Granit, the suspect in this situation, snorts. "I don't know, God doesn't love me enough to give me power, I guess?" he responds sarcastically. "Or I chose the wrong, normal parents when I descended from heaven."

"But I thought you might be a wizard or something," Ben says incredulously. "I mean, you're our vice captain, and the captain of your national team too."

"Having powers isn't a requirement to be one, Benjamin."

"I know, just saying."

The thing is, Mikel doesn't think Granit even needs power. Sure, if he'd been born with one, he would've done his absolute best to master and then use it for the greater good. But he wasn't, so he makes do with what he has, running with all his might even under the stormiest English clouds, kicking the ball until his feet bleed, yelling at his teammates even when they're down by three goals at the 89th minute to fight, fight, fight.

And of course, the way he holds Mikel in their shared bedroom, legs entangled together between their sheets, their naked, sweaty bodies pressed against each other, Granit's breath ghosting around Mikel's neck…

"I don't want powers," Granit is saying now, and Mikel forces himself to get his mind out of the gutter. "The way I see it, some powers are more nuisance than they're worth, and I don't want to deal with the repercussions. Besides," he adds with a little smirk, "I can handle things just fine without it anyway."

It's such a typical Granit quote that Mikel has to bite back a smile. For some people, it might sound as if he's trying to convince himself to accept his fate as a normie, but the coach knows it isn't like that with Granit. The Swiss midfielder always speaks from his heart, and rarely says anything that he doesn't mean. So Mikel doesn't find it hard to believe him, and he knows the others do as well.

And Granit is right. Who needs super strength if you're already capable of destroying every obstacle coming your way? Who needs to be able to control fire if your passion alone is enough to light up the whole stadium? Who needs to have magic if every moment you've spent together is more magical than anything else?

Yes, Granit is a normie and Mikel is not, but neither of them can care less, since they love each other and that's all that matters.

So when that night they get together again, Mikel makes sure to yell Granit's name extra loud and grab the younger's biceps tighter than usual to show his appreciation.

fin

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[tommyspeakycap]

this is what dreams are made of

happiness is no mystery, it’s here and now… it’s you and me

inspired by this song

The stars twinkle far above the field Kieran stands in, his head tilted upwards to take in the white lights that decorate the night in the beautiful, clear sky like a picture perfect painting stretching as far as the eye can see. The only other light was the hanging fairy lights that are strung from each sporadic wooden post.

Laughter and chatting emanate, dulled quietly from the bustling mansion venue where all of his family and friends have collated for the happiest day of Kieran’s life, mingling over expensive champagne and every kind of beer you can imagine, cups topped up with irn bru like every event the Scotsman attends. Everyone has long since moved from their assigned seats to dance to the selected songs playing from the speakers or from the band.

It was the sudden sound of the crunching from the gravel path beneath light feet that alerts Kieran to another presence somewhere behind him. The brunette turns his head to identify who had appeared. Those honey brown eyes land on you, stopping at the end of the path of gravel that finishes a little way away from the large open patio doors of the beautiful, grand venue you’d both spent months trying to choose. Both of you are glad this was the one that the final decision was made on.

In your beautiful white ball gown with your hair still pinned up to perfection, albeit a little messed from the dancing and all the hugging of family and friends, is you, slipping off your heels finally to step bare foot onto the grass to make your way to your brand new husband.

Kieran could not, even if he wanted to, have wiped that smile from stretching out his features, aching his cheeks from the sheer amount of time that he’s spend grinning like a lovestruck fool today.

The soft orange glow of fairy lights illuminates your features enough for him to take in the beauty of your face, though he would know you in the pitch black of the darkest nights without even opening his eyes. When you reach him, his hands immediately raise up to cup that breathtaking face of yours, smeared with pure bliss.

“Thought I might find you out here.” You lilt, gently draping your arms over your husbands shoulders. “Roasting in there.” Kieran hums, nodding his head back to the direction you had emerged from. True enough, it indeed was boiling in there now with everyone dancing around together, and Kieran does generally run pretty warm. His suit jacket is still in the hall, hung over a chair. His bow tie came off hours ago, after the first dance and all of the pictures. His top button is undone now too, pressed white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off his muscled and tanned arms. The man in front of you looks a lot more like your Kieran now, though with his shirt still tucked into his well fitted slacks and wearing his shiny black shoes.

Everything about this day has been perfect, down to even the tiniest little details. Kieran had made sure of it, on hand to deal with any and every issue before you ever became aware of it so you never actually ever had to know or stress over a single solitary thing on such a big day. It was perfect, just like you.

You still take that man’s breath away, standing there in the dim glow under his loving gaze. “You’re so beautiful. Have I told you that already?” He whispers, those soft words only meant for your ears. “Just a few times,” you retort smoothly, eyebrows raised in a teasing manner. Kieran chuckles, moving one hand to the back of your head softly, fingers finding the pretty pin holding all of your hair into that pinned up style you had chosen. He tugs gently, loosening the clasp until your hair falls freely over your shoulders, hanging in waves that have been created by the summer heat and the style it has been contorted into.

Relishing the feeling of his fingers smoothing through the loose strands, you rest your forehead against his shoulder with a content sigh. The slow music allows you both to sway softly, arms around each other as you move slowly, carefully over the grass that tickles your feet.

“I love you so much.” Kieran professes, resting his forehead against yours to look into the beautiful medley of colours that exist in your eyes, the happy glow making his heart fuzz with unadulterated adoration. Kieran Tierney wants nothing more in this world than for your eyes to always hold that level of joy. He would move heaven and earth, walk over hot coal, give his life to keep you happy. There is nothing he wouldn’t do. “I love you more,” you grin, pressing your lips sweetly onto his.

“Mhm,” he hums against your lips, “Absolutely not possible.”

You part the kiss this time with a giggle, “Oh really?”

“Yeah, really. Actually-”

“Mama! Daddy!”

Kieran truly never thought that moment could have gotten any better until he heard that little voice, paired with the sound of little feet crunching quickly across the gravel path until they meet the grass to make a break for her parents in the field. You turn and crouch in one move, bending down to open your arms for her to crash into before you spin her around, your daughters giggles filling the empty field and every inch of your heart with pure joyful bliss.

Kieran feels like his whole world has opened up. Of course he knew how much he loved you both, so much it actually hurts. But seeing this here and now, under the bright moon and twinkling stars makes his whole entire world feel complete. No win, no medal, no tournament and no praise for his game would ever hold a candle to this happiness he’s feeling now. This sense of wholeness, completeness and contentment he was feeling right now is a feeling he wishes he could stay in for the rest of his life, and to know that he will have this, both of you, for the rest of his existence makes his heart throb with pride.

His world is complete and perfect. It feels like he can see it all now, everything he’s been missing files neatly into its place. The fog has lifted.

Kieran wraps his arms around you both now, swaying you and your sleepy daughter who’s head rests against your chest, her shoes probably dirtying the pristine white of your wedding dress.

“Luna.” He says softly, eventually once Isla has nodded off in the slow movements her father makes with you. You hum in question, raising your eyes to meet Kieran’s looking tearfully, but gleefully, back at you. “This one,” he continues, gently brushing one hand over the tiny little bump that is well hidden by your chosen dress. “When she’s born, let’s call her Luna.” He sounds so assured, so certain that you’d probably agree with anything he said in that moment. Maybe for the first time you could see how much he loves you just by looking into those beautiful honey eyes that are mirrored to a tee in your little daughter with lashes long like her father that tickle your chest where she sleeps.

“Luna,” you test on your tongue, tilting your head ever so slightly to glance up at the gleaming bright moon shining above you three. “Yeah, Luna. Little Luna Tierney.” You look back at Kieran, an immediate smile pulling your lips up to display your bright toothy happiness. Kieran kisses you again, eyes closed as you both sink into the slow, smooth movements easily like you were (and actually are) two puzzle pieces simply made to fit together with just enough space in between you both for the two little lives you’ve brought together into existence.

But even with his eyes closed, Kieran can still see you standing there swaying with one daughter in your arms and the other growing safely inside of you, his heart content in knowing that image will never ever in his life leave his mind, nor his heart.

He searched the world for this before he found you, desperate to find it in a club, a medal, a trophy, something or anything. He never really had to look, in reality. The universe knew that you two were always meant to be together no matter what happened. He wishes he never wasted that time looking, never spent his time hurting and wondering if he would ever find his purpose and place in this world. He found his purpose and his place in loving you, and now your little family growing with each moment spent perfectly together.

Life’s purpose isn’t something to be figured out and love isn’t something you have to search for to discover. Happiness is not the complicated or mystical thing he once thought it to be. It isn’t something you find or something you learn. Happiness is no mystery. This is it.

This is happiness, it’s here and now.

It’s you and him.

hey now, hey now, this is what dreams are made of

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