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Stream (Kieran Tierney)

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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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Eminence of the Virtuous: A WIP Introduction

note: this is a high-fantasy trilogy co-written with @av-astra ​. any ideas I post relating to this wip belong to both of us, but any writing excerpts I post will be my own

“Was it really a headache?” Annalise asked softly.

Kieran hesitated, then shook his head. “It was— is, but that’s not all it was.”

Annalise nodded, as if she had expected as much. She reached across the table and clasped his hand. “Be careful, Kieran.”  

With everything they had talked already, it felt like both a threat and a warning. 

genre ↠ fantasy 

status ↠ drafting book 1; with the entire trilogy planned out 

content warnings ↠ death, kidnapping, human experimentation, dealing with a variety of heavy kinds of trauma 

summary ↠ 

Magic is coveted in Evren, with its users plucked off the streets for experimentation by the Valintas, a secret organization determined to discover its source. Marius, a usurper king in the wake of a magicless dynasty, is determined to change that. When one of his governors hints that she might know more than she lets on about the Valintas’ whereabouts, he must decide how far he is willing to go to take down his enemies. Meanwhile, Kieran, one of the Valintas’ leaders, begins to question the ethics of his work and wonder about whether or not what the Valintas do is truly necessary. 

characters ↠

Marius Vaillancourt ↠ usurper Sovereign; trying to undo the work of his predecessors

Finn Tierney ↠ smuggler and pirate; didn’t want anything to do with politics until politics decided it wanted something to do with him

Kieran Thornton ↠ first of three Valintas leaders; questioning his purpose within the organization, and the organization’s purpose within Evren

Aevdelyne Demidova ↠ second of three Valintas leaders; intent on carrying out what her parents began, no matter the cost

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ARS VS OLY -- DREAM11/MYFAB11 FANTASY TIPS TRICKS AND PREVIEW/PREDICTION--

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ARS VS OLY — DREAM11/MYFAB11 FANTASY TIPS TRICKS AND PREVIEW/PREDICTION– Match Details ARS vs OLY, Europa League Emirates Stadium Thursday, March 18, 2021 11:25 PM ARS vs OLY – Probable Playing 11 Arsenal: Bernd Leno, Rob Holding, Kieran Tierney, Bukayo Saka, Alexandre Lacazette, Granit Xhaka, Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang, Hector Bellerin, G Magalhaes, Cedric Soares, Nicolas Pepe Olympiacos: José…

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Today’s Football Match Prediction: Manchester United vs Arsenal

For all the fantasy football geeks out there, we share prediction tips of league matches that will give them a better shot at predicting and winning. Starting with EPL 2019. 

Under-pressure, Manchester United host Arsenal in their league game. Just 8 points from 6 games have left them at 8th spot in the table and with injuries to several stars the Red Devils find themselves on the backfoot. However, Utd have featured well under Ole Gunnar Solskjaer when under pressure.

Meanwhile, Arsenal are riding high with 3 wins and just a solitary loss, that too against Liverpool, in their first 6 games. However, their struggle away from home is not hidden from anyone. They were held by Watford in their last away league game.

Squads and Predicted Lineups:

Manchester United                                          

Ole Gunnar Solskjaer has said ahead of their game against Arsenal that he never expected his reign as the Manchester United boss to be easy and his record at the club justifies his words. He has the worst win percentage among the managers who took over at Manchester United since the departure of Sir Alex Ferguson. He has a success rate of just 51 pc- 19 wins in 37 games.

Despite returning against Rochdale in midweek, Paul Pogba is a doubt for the game with an ankle issue. Anthony Martial and Marcus Rashford are expected to join Eric Bailly and Diogo Dalot on the sidelines, leaving Solskjaer with little choice but to start 17 years old Mason Greenwood. Greenwood has scored in each of his last two appearances for the club.

Juan Mata and Jesse Lingard are in competition for a starting berth on Monday night, while Luke Shaw returned to training on Friday and could make the matchday squad.

Solskjaer is expected to tweak the formation a bit to adjust to the injury issues. He is likely to use 4-3-3.

Predicted line-up: David de Gea; Ashley Young, Harry Maguire, Victor Lindelof, Aaron Wan-Bissaka; Scott McTominay, Nemanja Matic, Andreas Pereira; Daniel James, Mason Greenwood, Juan Mata.

Arsenal

Newly appointed captain Granit Xhaka is expected to start for the Gunners while Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang will look to add to his tally of 6 league goals this EPL 2019 as Arsenal look to break free in the race to top 4 early in the season.

Kieran Tierney returned from injury to make his Arsenal debut in the Carabao Cup game in the midweek but may have to wait for Premier League debut. Hector Bellerin also returned from a long-time injury. However, he has been ruled out of the game. Meanwhile, Rob Holding is also unlikely to face.

Bukayo Saka and Reiss Nelson are in competition for a starting berth on the left wing with Alexandre Lacazette still unavailable.

Unai Emery is expected to stick to the 4-2-3-1 formation he used against Aston Villa last week.

Predicted line-up: Bernd Leno; Calum Chambers, Sokratis, David Luiz, Sead Kolasinac; Matteo Guendouzi, Granit Xhaka; Pepe, Dani Ceballos, Reiss Nelson; Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang.

 Predictions:

1.      There have been over 2.5 goals scored in Arsenal’s last 5 English Premier League games. However, there have been under 2.5 goals scored in 8 of Manchester United’s last 10 EPL games. However, given the defensive fragility of both the teams, expect a goal-fest.

2.      Arsenal have conceded at least 2 goals in their last 4 Premier League matches while they have scored at least 2 goals in their last 3 PL matches.

3.      Manchester United are unbeaten in their last 12 PL games against Arsenal at Old Trafford – a run stretching 13 years. However, United’s defensive woes and the absence of attackers may give them the chance to finally break the streak.

4.      Penalties have been awarded in Arsenal’s last 4 PL games and could become just the 6th side to see a penalty awarded in 5 consecutive games. Manchester Utd have won most penalties – 5- this season while Arsenal have conceded the most – 3. With defenders prone to mistakes in both sides and strikers with pace, don’t be surprised if the referee points to the spot.

5.      Jesse Lingard has scored four goals for United against Arsenal in all competitions, more than he has against any other side.

6.      Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang has scored 13 goals in his last 13 Premier League starts, and his tally of six strikes is the most by an Arsenal player in the first six matches of the season since Emmanuel Adebayor in 2007/08 (also six). United have managed just 2 clean sheets so far and Auba may very well add another goal to both the columns.

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Just how bad are Tottenham? Arsenal will test Man United’s defence

All you need to know about this weekend’s Premier League action, all in one place.

Jump to: Liverpool need to rotate | Man United’s defensive test | Watch Wolves vs. Watford | Everton need luck vs. City | Fantasy tips | Weekend guarantee | Pulisic’s last stand? | Reckless predictions

THE WEEKEND’S BIG QUESTIONS

Just how bad are Tottenham?

It was instructive to hear Mauricio Pochettino’s response to Tottenham’s defeat at Colchester in the Carabao Cup this week. His postmatch comments basically waved a broad hand of blame at these unnamed malcontents in the squad and the club’s failure to buy more players in the summer, as if the reason his side lost to the team 10th in League Two was because Christian Eriksen fancies a move to Real Madrid or they didn’t get the Paulo Dybala move over the line, rather than anything to do with him.

Pochettino may have a point in the wider scheme of things, but the result on Tuesday and their general performances throughout the season have been so devoid of inspiration and direction that it’s impossible to think there aren’t deeper problems at Spurs. Like water collecting on a flat roof for months before eventually the ceiling falls in, Tottenham allowing their squad to go stale could ultimately manifest itself in a spectacular collapse this season, unless they really turn things around. That needs to start at Southampton on Saturday.

Will Liverpool use some sensible rotation?

Liverpool are currently in the middle of a run in which they play seven games in 21 days. Then it’s the international break, which is fine in theory, but most if not all of their players will then embark on long trips with their countries. After that it’s another seven in 21 days before the next international break, then we’re into late November and before you know it, the madness of the Christmas schedule.

Liverpool have a good enough squad now that Jurgen Klopp can afford to rotate a little, to give his most overworked stars a bit of rest, but he will have to choose the times to do that judiciously. So will he regard a trip to Sheffield United — a newly-promoted side but one who have proved ticklish to say the least so far this season — as a time to do that, or does he play it safe and use the big guns, in the knowledge that there might not be another good time to rest them on the horizon?

Will the return of some first-choice defenders boost Arsenal?

Not many reliable conclusions can be drawn from Arsenal flexing aside Nottingham Forest on Tuesday, given the performance of their Championship opponents. But one plus from the game was the return to fitness of Kieran Tierney and Hector Bellerin, the latter of whom set up a goal within a minute of coming on as a substitute.

Admittedly, neither man can do much to solve the chronic issues the Gunners have in the centre of defence, but Arsenal can only benefit from the addition of what could potentially be the best full-back pairing in the division outside of Liverpool. Against a fragile Manchester United, even that could be enough.

THE GAME YOU’RE NOT PLANNING TO WATCH … BUT SHOULD

If you’ve got room on your DVR or in your busy schedule for one match this weekend away from the title race, we’ve got you covered.

Wolves vs. Watford

Broadly speaking the reason we watch Premier League football is to see good quality play, to witness the sides at the top of their games display their skills. But sometimes you also want to see a couple of desperate sides scrapping away for whatever they can get, and that’s what you’ll find at Molineux on Saturday afternoon. The last two sides without a victory meet to see who can clamber out of this spiral of incompetence, with the very real possibility that whoever loses will graduate from “poor start” to “actual relegation battle.”

A TEAM THAT NEEDS A BIT OF LUCK

Luck is everything in sports. Get acquainted with ESPN’s Luck Index as we pick out the team most desperate for good fortune amid a difficult run. Here are the big takeaways from the 2019 edition as explained by Gab Marcotti.

Everton: It wasn’t so long ago that Everton watchers were purring after their side beat Wolves, but two avoidable defeats in their last two games have awoken discontent in the Goodison Park stands. Questions are inevitably being posed about Marco Silva’s tenure, about his selection and balance of his team, so they could really do with a straightforward game to get their heads right. No such luck: Manchester City are in town on Saturday, fresh from sticking eight past Watford last weekend. If Everton get a bit of luck, maybe they can sneak a result against City…but they will need that luck.

FANTASY TIPS

Kieran Darcy has some tips for the weekend action. Read his full preview here and set your team line-up!

Must-have player: Sergio Aguero, Tier 1 forward

Last week Aguero became the first player to score in each of the opening six games of a Premier League season. He only notched one of Manchester City’s goals in their 8-0 thrashing of Watford, but he deserved more, hitting the woodwork twice.

Worth considering: Raul Jimenez, Tier 2 forward

Wolves are 19th in the table, but they host the only team below them in Watford on Saturday. Raul Jimenez has just two goals so far this season, but had 13 (and seven assists) last year, and could break out this week.

Avoid at all costs: Bernardo Silva, Tier 1 midfielder

Silva was promoted from Tier 2 to Tier 1 following his hat trick against Watford, but he only scored seven goals in 36 appearances last season. There are much better options in this tier, including teammates Raheem Sterling and Kevin De Bruyne, and Liverpool’s Mohamed Salah.

ONE THING THAT WILL DEFINITELY HAPPEN

Manchester United’s defence will get a chasing from Arsenal

Despite spending north of £130 million on defenders this summer, Manchester United’s backline has hardly been watertight. Even a 16-year-old from Rochdale got the better of them in midweek, and while the personnel will be very different for the visit of Arsenal on Monday, you can be sure that they will be in for a difficult night against whoever plays in attack for Arsenal. Alexandre Lacazette won’t be around, but Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang and Nicolas Pepe will provide a handful enough for the likes of Harry Maguire and Victor Lindelof: if United can keep them quiet, that’s half the battle.

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STATS OF THE WEEKEND

Information provided by ESPN Stats & Information Group

– Liverpool have a 15-game winning streak in the Premier League, tied for second longest in English top-flight history. Only Man City has a longer streak having won 18 in a row in 2017. The Champions League holders have outscored opponents 42-13 during the streak and last dropped points in the league on March 3 vs Everton.

– Chelsea have won all eight of their league meetings against Brighton. A win on Saturday would set the English record for the most wins against an opponent without a loss or draw since the Football League began in 1888.

– Tottenham have won seven of their last eight Premier League home matches against Southampton, losing the other 2-1 in May 2016. Meanwhile, Southampton are looking to win three consecutive away road matches in the top flight for the first time since February 2015, when they had won four in a row.

MAN TO WATCH

Christian Pulisic: Admittedly, Frank Lampard was not involved in Chelsea’s decision to buy Christian Pulisic in January. It’s nevertheless slightly odd that the £58 million signing has only thus far made three starts under Lampard, especially when you would think this is a team that needs all the inspiration it can get. Pulisic stayed on the bench against Liverpool last weekend and started in their 7-1 thrashing of Grimsby Town. But he could play against Brighton on Saturday, and with Callum Hudson-Odoi returning to fitness with a fat new contract in his back pocket, might this be Pulisic’s last big chance for a while to make his case for more regular selection?

OUR BOLD/RECKLESS PREDICTIONS

Sheffield United 1-3 Liverpool: The Reds train should keep on rolling Tottenham 2-2 Southampton: This draw will feel like a loss to Spurs Wolves 1-2 Watford: Hornets will be buzzing after shipping eight to City Aston Villa 1-0 Burnley: Villa will climb out of the relegation zone Bournemouth 1-2 West Ham: In-form Hammers will continue to rise Chelsea 3-2 Brighton: Elusive clean sheets continue for the Blues Crystal Palace 2-1 Norwich City: The Man City win seems a long time ago Everton 1-4 Manchester City: The holders will pile on the Toffees woes Leicester 3-1 Newcastle: No shock to see the Foxes stay in top four Manchester United 1-3 Arsenal: Further proof of United’s poor form

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Fantasy Football Scout: Best Premier League Deadline Day signings

Fantasy Football Scout: Best Premier League Deadline Day signings

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Yes fantasy football managers around the UK will be licking their lips after a busy Deadline Day across the top flight.

Kieran Tierney, David Luiz and Giovani Lo Celso were among the big names to make transfers and they are now ALL available for selection on Dream Team.

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Lazy Mornings (Kieran Tierney)

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Summary: Kieran attempts to bribe you upon waking up in the morning.

"Ugh- Shadow hey- Key get your dog!" 

"Before eight am he's your dog," Kieran mumbles, voice muffled by the pillow his face is shoved into. Shadow whines between the pair of you, tapping his paws on the mattress impatiently. The Rottweiler whines, which is always followed by a high pitched bark- the latte rod which finally spurs Kieran into motion. 

You watch out of the corner of your eye as your boyfriend flings back the covers, muttering half hearted, soft threats at the dog whilst he stretches. Golden light filters through the gap in the curtains, perfectly illuminating Kieran's bare chest. The marks your nails left last night are still visible, and you smile to yourself as you recall the three rounds of fun you had. 

Kieran yelps when Shadow's massive paw lands on one of the larger marks you made the night before. The purple bruise on his forearm must throb, judging by the way Kieran then cradles the appendage to his chest. "Alright, Jesus lad I'm coming! I'm coming!" 

Shadow races off down the hall, full of energy after a long night's rest. Kieran is just the opposite- the pair of you only fell asleep a few hours ago and he would've loved a bit more sleep. Kieran makes it all of three steps before he pauses to lean in the doorway, nursing a yawn. You'll gladly watch him, the muscles of his shoulders rippling like water in a stream when he laces his fingers together and stretches again. 

"How many times are you gonna stretch before you let the dog out?"

"At least one more if you're watching me," Kieran rumbles in his scratchy morning voice. 

"Oh darling, I could watch you all day. Keep stretching like that- oooohhh yep that's the ticket… let Shadow out in the garden and give him a bone, then come right back up here." 

Kieran hangs on the top ledge of the door frame, his torso on full display as he grins at you. It's like something out of a book, one of those poses that's taken over tiktok that makes women feral. Safe to say you've fallen victim to this particular trope. Not that you're complaining; you'll enjoy this view any day of the week. 

"Aye doll, I'll be back in five minutes. I'll bring breakfast too, because something tells me we'll need the nutrition."

Something about the way Kieran's accent grows thicker in the morning has you rubbing your thighs together. The slight ache between them still lingers from last night, though you're more than ready to have his face buried between them again. 

Shadow barks from somewhere downstairs, probably close to making a mess in the kitchen. "Go on, don't make Shadow wait any longer. Or me for that matter! Go!" 

"Aye lass I'm going, I'm going. Just enjoying the view-" Kieran dodges the pillow you chuck his way, your aim accurate enough to be a nuisance. "Alright- hey! Quit throwing things," he ducks another decorative pillow, "I'm gone!" 

"Five minutes!" You remind him, snuggling up on his side of the bed and breathing in the remnants of his body wash. "I miss you already!"

Seven minutes later- yes, you timed him- Kieran returns with Shadow at his feet and a pair of protein bars in his hand, one pink and one tan. "Strawberry milkshake or chocolate dream?"

"Mmm…" You tap your chin, contemplating which sounds better in that moment. "Normally I'd go chocolate dream buttttt I think I'll take that strawberry one today!" 

Kieran unwraps it for you, holding it out in your direction before yanking his hand back at the last second. Shadow sits at his side, eager for what he thinks is his treat. "Not so fast, doll. You have to pay the toll if you want your breakfast. I did all the hard work, letting Shadow out-" 

"Letting your dog out like a responsible pet owner-"

"Going all the way downstairs to rummage through the pantry and find the perfect snack-"

"That you insisted on grabbing!"

Kieran is fighting laughter at this point, but he's committed to the bit. "I'm even giving you the last of my very favorite flavor. I think that deserves a little toll for all my trouble and sacrifices!"

You groan, reclining on the pillows and covering your eyes with your arm like a Shakespeare actor. "You can be sooooo dramatic-"

"Me dramatic? Look at you, love! Lounging about like someone in an old timey play- swooning and all!" You peek out from under your arm. It takes all your willpower to keep from mirroring Kieran's smile.

"Can you blame me? I mean when there's a Scottish man as attractive as you in my room whilst I'm in my nightie, of course I'll swoon." 

"Mmhmm… guess I can't blame you there. But I'm afraid I must demand payment for this terribly taxing journey I've undertaken in retrieving your breakfast," Kieran says in his best royal English accent. The absurdity of it has you in stitches immediately, curling on your side whilst your shoulders shake with laughter. 

"I'll kiss you if you never do that again," you get out between giggles. "Come here so I can shut you up!"

Kieran straddles your waist, one knee on either side of your hips. He dips down, protein bar still held out of your reach, and presses his mouth to yours. He's pleasantly surprised when you dart your tongue over his lips, which part seamlessly to allow you to deepen the kiss. You entertain him for a minute or so, until you can crack an eye open and snatch the bar from his hand. 

Shadow barks when Kieran exclaims, "Hey! You tricked me- ughhhhh you used your kiss against me!"

You take a huge bite of the bar, chewing with a self satisfied smile. "I just know how to play the game, darling. Maybe you should brush up on the rules."

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Kieran Tierney – Fantasy Football Potential

Kieran Tierney – Fantasy Football Potential

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Arsenal have finally completed the signing of Celtic left-back Kieran Tierneyfor a fee of around £25 million. The Scotland International joins the club on a 5 year deal, becoming the 4th signing for the Gunners in the process. The 22 year old has come in to compete or displace Sead Kolasinac for…

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Arsenal's ex-Celtic star Kieran Tierney costs £5.5m in Fantasy Premier League

Arsenal’s ex-Celtic star Kieran Tierney costs £5.5m in Fantasy Premier League

ARSENAL new boy Kieran Tierney will cost Fantasy Premier League managers £5.5million. The ex-Celtic star – who cost the Gunners £25m on …

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ARS VS BEN–EUROPA LEAGUE DREAM11/MYFAB11 FANTASY TIPS TRICKS AND PREVIEW/PREDICTION– Match Details ARS vs BEN, Europa League Georgios Karaiskakis Stadium Thursday, February 25, 2021 11:25 PM ARS vs BEN – Probable Playing 11 Arsenal: Bernd Leno, Gabriel, Rob Holding, Kieran Tierney, Héctor Bellerín, Alexandre Lacazette, Granit Xhaka, Thomas Partey, Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang, Bukayo Saka,…

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Pedro Caixinha is a man who gets confused easily.

And I mean like very easily.

He gets confused by traditions and customs.

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He thought We Are The People was a reference to Sevco as a club when in fact it was a slogan of religious supremacy. And not that of his religion. He grossly overestimated the decency of the company he was keeping.

He gets confused by tactics and concepts in football.

Which is why he’s failed everywhere he’s been, has averaged two years per club and why his time in Glasgow is doomed. It’s why he lost to a team that came fourth in a part-time league.

He gets confused over the merit system in football.

It’s that one which says the team at the top of the league at the end of a season are crowned the champions. It’s served the spot well over the years. Pedro thought wee fantasy league tables constructed inside your own dressing room mattered more. And he came third in those too.

He gets confused over how you judge a team.

One that consistently wins things, gets its players called up for international games and which goes a season unbeaten is generally considered the best squad in the country. He has publicly declared that two of his teams were better than ours. He dismantled the first without ever bothering to correct such a stupid view, after we’d easily dispatched them at Hampden and soundly thrashed them in front of his own fans. He said the same about this one, assembled at great expense, even after the Luxembourgers had beaten them.

He is now confused over how the discipline system works.

Now he’s keeping a “record” to see whether decisions which go against his team “even themselves out” over the course of the season. What a clown this guy is, and I speak as somebody who once harboured a very similar ambition; I started my own running count of bad decisions a few years ago, as some of you might recall. I even had a scoring system and I just bet in his current funk he has one of those as well. Jesus wept.

I realised pretty early on that this was obsessive behaviour and totally paranoid. It was also a lot of time and trouble for no gain whatsoever. It was based on subjectivity and in the end wouldn’t have changed a single thing.

Besides, the fundamental premise behind it was bonkers, as I knew at the time but was happy to ignore whilst my little project was running … for all the time it was.

See I’ve heard this “bad decisions even themselves out” patter for years and it’s just as corny, clichéd and nonsensical as this garbage about “the form book goes out the window” for certain games. Know who believes that? Mugs. And that’s why there isn’t a licensed bookie anywhere on this island who can’t afford turkey at Christmas. Managers have been sacked over the pressure that ridiculous belief heaps on people. The form team nearly always wins these matches, and that’s the same for any big game about which this lunacy is occasionally brought up.

And as form counts, so too is it true that bad decisions almost never even themselves out over the course of a campaign. Because some games are bigger than others.

If Caixinha wants to cry the blues he can go and find Ronny Deila; bad refereeing cost him a shot at a domestic treble, and that ultimately contributed to his eventually leaving the club. A guy who had done the clean sweep and followed it up with a title would have earned another year at least. Tell him that it “evened itself out” because we got a good decision against a bottom-dwelling team in a league match that ultimately meant nothing a few weeks later.

It’s nonsense. It’s just absolute garbage.

I’ll tell you who could keep a record of Scottish football’s dark side; Kieran Tierney.

If you look at the bruises and bumps he must have from this season alone – not one of which, including some basic assaults – has resulted in a red card, you can see exactly how “even” things are. I predict he’ll see a red card before one’s given for a foul against him in this campaign.

What exactly is Caixinha going to do with this ridiculous dossier once it’s finished?

Have it bound it leather, so he can stick it on the mantelpiece? Perhaps he’ll drop it off at the UN or Downing Street? Perhaps he’ll try to spin it into a Great Scottish Football Scandal … cause the press has a long and illustrious history of really digging deep into those, right?

In this case, I think some of them just might.

But honestly, all this sounds like the laying of a great conspiracy theory, or perhaps putting down roots on the Big Excuse when it all goes wrong, and that’s part of the problem here, of course, because Caixinha is a dead manager walking and it might be something as unavoidable as a ref not spotting an incident or thinking he’s seen more than is there to bring it all crashing down. And you know what? That won’t even itself out.

Because sometimes it doesn’t.

I don’t think he believes half the nonsense he talks, or feels he has to talk, as a consequence of Ibrox’ unique working environment. Whoever is filling his head with this nonsense ought to quit. They aren’t doing him any favours.

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In My Plans (Kieran Tierney)

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Summary: NSFW! Kieran tries to break things off when he gets news of his transfer, but you refuse to let him.

"I'm going to Spain."

Though you're good at hiding your emotions, the pain that flickers across your face is unmissable. It is there and gone, replaced by a bright, genuine smile by the time Kieran has blinked. 

"Baby that's great! You'll get tons of playing time, and you won't have to worry about getting called up for scotland. You'll be a shoe in! They won't be able to say no when they see you scoring more goals than any left back in the prem."

Your hands settle on Kieran's chest, though the gesture provides none of the usual comfort. His stomach has become home to a roiling ocean, complete with thunderclouds and boisterous waves. He's contemplated this all week, trying to decide the best course of action. Spain isn't just a short train ride away like Newcastle would have been. Spain requires a plane, and multiple free days for you to dedicate to visiting him. With so much on your plate already between finishing your degree and hunting for the perfect place to start your career, Kieran can't be selfish. He cannot expect you to set aside what precious little free time you have for him. He cannot, in good conscience, ask you to move with him either. So in his mind, there's only one option. 

Kieran takes your hands in his, cool against his clammy palms. Despite the lack of options, Kieran doesn't want to do this. It will hurt you both, but in the end he believes it to be the right thing to do. So he kisses each of your fingertips one by one, purposely avoiding the question he is sure to find in your eyes. But per usual, you know him too well. His silence speaks volumes, practically screaming his discomfort. You read his mind, plucking the thought from his head and giving it a life by voicing it. 

"I'm not leaving you." 

Kieran sighs, dropping his hands to rest on your waist. Even now, on the brink of losing you forever, he is powerless to keep from touching you. You are his comfort, his person, the one he wishes to be with forever. It's a shame that it has to end this way, but it's best for you in the long run. 

"A full season is a long time to ask you to wait for me-"

"I don't care," you interrupt, firm and unyielding. "You're in my plans Kieran- I know your gaffer let you down when he said that but… you know I won't. I'll follow through. I'm not gonna run away just because I can't see you every day. I love you too much for that. Do you really think I would give this up so easily? That I wouldn't fight for us?" 

The hurt carried on your words is nearly too much for him to bear. "I cannae ask you to wait here for me. I'll be in Spain, you'll be here for school… it's not fair to ask you to wait. I think it's best for us both if we don't drag this out.."

If he's being honest, Kieran has been waiting for this moment. When he's dated in the past, his partners have always left when things got hard. Distance like this isn't something many people are willing to overlook, even in the face of once-in-a-lifetime love. 

"Kieran-" 

"Look, I dinnae ken when I'll be able to come visit, and I know you won't let me fly you out every weekend-"

"Kieran."

He powers on, ignoring your chastising eyes as his hands begin to tremble. "It's too far. It's too long. We can't- I won't let this wreck you, I won't be responsible for that. Maybe if you're single when I get home, we could see about trying again but I don't expect you to be." His world is irreversibly changing and he doesn't like it. He likes the idea of causing you pain even less, though. 

"Kieran. Stop." 

Kieran's eyes are wild like that of a frightened deer. He flinches when your hands come up to his jaw, then settle on either side of his neck. Pulse frantic beneath your fingertips, Kieran searches for any reassurance in your face. He is wound tighter than a cornered lion, set to lash out at anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby. 

When your lips meet Kieran's brow, he nearly sobs. "I don't want anyone else." His body shakes when your mouth slowly makes its way down the bridge of his nose, and he lets a tear fall when your kiss soothes his soul. "I want my Kieran, my bold, witty Scotsman and no one else." It's a ghost of a kiss, nothing more than a quiet promise, but it is enough. "Distance doesn't scare me, we can make it work. But losing you? That's terrifying. My worst nightmare." When your fingers thread into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, all of Kieran's fears leave with his exhale. 

"I'm staying," you murmur, holding his gaze when he finally looks up. "I can look after the house for you, sleep here a few nights a week… It'll be nice to be in a place with so many memories when I miss you." Kieran draws strength from your unwavering voice. "I'll keep things clean, make sure it's not so dusty that your allergies act up when you come home to visit." 

Kieran uses his grip on your waist to pull you into his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs. Your weight comforts him like it always has, the same way a weighted blanket helps some with their anxiety.  You use the pads of your thumbs to collect the moisture on his cheeks before giving him a proper kiss, one that Kieran finds the energy to return by tilting his head up to meet yours. 

"I love you." Kieran tucks his head in the crook of your neck, arms like a vice around your waist. He's afraid if he lets go, you'll realize your mistake. He is terrified that you might change your mind and walk out his front door without a second thought. He needs you, probably more than you realize. He shouldn't be so attached after only six months, but losing you would feel like playing with a missing limb. 

"And I love you Kieran, so so much. I love you so much that if I wasn't in my last semester, knee deep in my dissertation, I'd drop out and follow you to Spain."

"I wouldn't let you." Kieran shakes his head, nose rubbing your neck as he does so. The sensitivity causes you to squirm, rewarding him with a whiff of your peony and rose perfume. It's the one he picked out for you a few weeks ago, the glass bottle engraved with your name and the date of your anniversary. He loves the way it smells on you, complimenting your shampoo and creating his own personal bouquet that he'd gladly enjoy every day. 

Your voice drops to a conspirators whisper, your breath hot on his ear. "I'd quit in secret darling. You wouldn't know it until I showed up at your doorstep in Spain with everything I owned in two cases."

"Two cases? That's all you'd need?" 

"I'm a light packer." Your cheeks rests atop his head and Kieran feels the last of his fear drain from his overworked muscles. "Mostly it would be the shirts I've stolen from you and some photos in one case, and the other would be filled with books and trinkets. I don't need much to survive, aside from you."

Not for the first time, Kieran is eternally grateful for how adept you are at switching off his brain. When he finds himself on a proverbial ledge, you're the one he wants to have to talk him down. When he feels the weight in his boots, you're the one that reminds him to take them off and shake them out. Your voice is the only one that can quiet the 'what ifs' in his head, leaving behind a garden of promises to be redeemed in the future. 

It might be a purr that Kieran lets out when you card your fingers in his hair again. Whatever it is, it's something born of unfiltered gratitude. Never has he loved someone as hard as he's loved you. He didn't dare dream that someone could love him with the same intensity, let alone someone as perfect for him as you. Kieran could conquer the world with you at his side, his rightful queen who cradles his heart in her hands. 

Kieran feels your cheek lift with a smile when his lips trail over your shoulder, left exposed by the well-worn neck of the shirt you stole from him. He rests his forehead on your damp skin, wanting nothing more than to melt into you until he becomes nothing more than a part of you. 

"I love you." Though he's muttered the words a dozen times in the last hour alone, it still doesn't feel like nearly enough. He wants the seriousness of his love to strike you like cupid's arrow, the heart shaped scar forever serving as a reminder of the man who will one day make you his wife. 

"You keep saying that…" your arm encircles his head, keeping his mouth on your skin. "Why don't you take me up to bed and show me how much you love me, Key?"

Kieran doesn't need to be told twice. Strong fingers dig into your thighs as he lifts you up, reaching the stairs in three long strides. He takes them two at a time, not eager to find his own pleasure but eager to help you find yours. Tonight will be about you and only you, and proving himself worthy of your unwavering love. It won't hurt to give you something to think about while he's gone, either. 

Flicking the lights off as he enters, Kieran sets you in the center of his bed with a tenderness you've come to love. With previous lovers you found yourself craving things hard and fast, wanting it to be over as quickly as possible. But with Kieran? You'd beg for hours with him, each artfully placed kiss or drag of his fingers against your skin leaving you with an insatiable craving for more. 

Your head tips back when Kieran lowers his mouth to your throat, his downy lips leaving shining kisses on your heated skin. You're already desperate for him, desperate to touch and be touched by this god of a man. You know he'll be especially soft tonight after his earlier vulnerability, and somehow that only turns you on more. 

"I love you," he murmurs, accent impossibly thicker than the last time he said it. His brown doe eyes see straight through you, penetrating right to your soul. Something tugs in your chest, heightening your desire and stoking the fire in your gut.  

Sliding your fingers in Kieran's hair, you tug hard until he gets the idea and kisses you properly. It starts soft, nothing more than a peck, but the second his tongue darts over your lips you open for him, wanting him to explore your mouth until he's mapped every bare inch of you. His tongue doesn't fight yours but moves in tandem, complimenting you in the most basic and intimate way possible.

Your leg develops a mind of its own, hitching over Kieran's hip to beg him to come closer. He relents, allowing his hips to press against yours while you helplessly squirm under him. You need something, anything, to ease the ache that has already started in your core. 

Kieran correctly interprets the way you claw at his shirt to mean you want it off. You're left slack jawed when he throws the fabric aside, his bare chest on full display for you. Soft, teasing touches are your weapon of choice as you trace each dip and curve of muscle that makes up Kieran- your Kieran. The only man you ever wish to see this way. 

When your hand reaches the button of his jeans, Kieran's hand circles your wrist to stop you. "Not me- just you." 

Oh, you're in for a long night.

Liquid fire melts you from the inside out when Kieran eases you out of your bottoms and kisses his way down your abdomen. His hot breath ghosts over your folds, already slick with your arousal. 

"I love you so-" Kieran flicks his tongue over your bud, eliciting a moan from deep in your chest, "fucking-" another, harder this time, "much." When Kieran sucks lightly on your clit, your vision explodes with black dots. He's barely done anything at all and you're already whining, his name dropping from your lips like dew as he spreads your juices with his tongue. 

Kieran's chin shines nearly as much as his glazed eyes when he pulls away for air. "Taste so fucking sweet baby- I'll never get sick of it."

"Probably taste even better mixed with your cu-" You gasp when Kieran surprises you by plunging two fingers into you. He pumps them in the perfect rhythm, attuned to your body and what you enjoy. You watch, eyelids heavy, as Kieran sucks on his tongue, then opens his mouth and lets his spit spread over your cunt. 

Your incoherent moans take the shape of his name. 'Kieran' is the only thing you manage to babble out as he fucks you with his fingers, curling them to drag across your gspot with each pass. 

As the seconds tick by, your spine begins to arch. When Kieran adds a third finger you nearly explode- perfectly stretched and wonderfully fitted with just the slightest bite of pain from the fullness. Kieran moans against you himself when you sink your nails into his shoulders, begging for him to be impossibly closer. Muscle ripples under your fingers as he works his own in and out of you, searching for the release he knows you're teetering on. 

You're right there, right-

Kieran's free hand snakes up your stomach to toy with your breast, pinching and squeezing your nipple. That last push of pleasure is all you need to ascend. Mouth open in a silent scream, you unravel around Kieran, his fingers continuing to fuck you through your high as you struggle to breathe. They go still when you suck in air, filling your lungs with sweet, salty scented oxygen as you start to come down. 

Kieran leaves his fingers where they are, kissing the insides of your thighs while you come to. Your heart races for a fair few minutes, though eventually you find enough of your wits to smile at what just went on.

"I that think-" You shake your head, words jumbling in the aftermath of your release. "I think that proves how much you love me. God, Kieran- you're perfect."

You whine when Kieran withdraws his fingers. That whine quickly turns into a moan when he licks them clean, cheeks hollowed to lap up every last bit of you that remains. "I don't think it does… we're gonna need three more rounds at least before I believe it."

And really, who are you to deny him?

"Better get to work then Tierney," you grin, settling back on the pillows and spreading your legs further, "Because the sun is setting. Tick tock."

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Christening (Kieran Tierney)

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Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: NSFW! Kieran insists on breaking in the new house in Spain.

The thing about Kieran is, he is a surprisingly territorial man. 

When you met him, on your first date you'd gotten the impression he was a soft, shy sweetheart of a man that couldn't hurt a fly. You liked that about him, drawn to the fact that he didn't fit into the traditional footballer stereotype. He wasn't a partier, wasn't pictured with a new woman every week, and kept his nose clean. 

Your second date was attending one of his matches, when you discovered what a passionate hot head he could be in the right circumstances. Calling out the ref for a bad foul, stepping in to defend his teammates and advocating on their behalf, and in the same breath nearly ripping a striker to pieces for flinging insults. 

But a month into your relationship, you discovered the true Kieran, on a night out with your friends when another man tried to put his hands on you. Kieran hadn't hesitated to put his tongue down your throat and prove exactly who you belonged to. 

And quite frankly, he hasn't stopped since. 

When he played for Arsenal, Kieran made it unfailingly clear that you were his. Rarely a day went by that he didn't find some surface to bend you over- one of his favorites being the bench in the center of the Arsenal dressing room, when no one was around to see but anyone could walk in and interrupt him claiming you. 

Now, in Spain? Clean slate. New people for you to meet. New places to enjoy and discover. And as you're already well aware, Kieran intends to find his favorites sooner rather than later. 

"Look darling, I'm only saying that it doesn't feel like home." Kieran tosses his boots in the foyer, and you're of the mind that this does feel like home, what with the bits of dirt now marring the white tile in the same fashion as it had in your London flat. "It's just… it feels cold, like we've got no connection with it. It's too big!"

"Hearing you say that is a first." You hide your snicker behind your hand, smiling as you shut the door with your hip. Kieran rolls his eyes, that playful spark you fell in love with dancing in them. 

"And you'll never hear me say it again. Like I was saying- it just doesn't feel like us? It was nice of Sociedad to provide it, I cannae discount them for that but it just isn't right."

You set your grocery bags down and move his boots to the boot tray where they belong, attempting to corral the mess before it gets out of hand. Kieran pats your bum in a silent apology as he passes, on his way to the kitchen to put away the frozens you bought to fill the freezer.  

"Give yourself a chance to adjust," you insist as you have ten times already this week. "We've only just got here. It doesn't feel right because it's not London. It's not forever, it's just for now but we do have to learn to live with it… and besides, we have to make a few memories of our own before-" 

You realize your slip up when Kieran's eyes lock on you. You know that look- its his 'I may actually fuck the living daylight out of you if you continue that sentence' look. His pink lips purse ever so slightly, as if anticipating a kiss. His head tips, drinking you in you without restraint. 

You shouldn't let him, you really shouldn't because you've got to cook dinner and finish unpacking your clothes and a million other things you've been putting off since your arrival. 

But… 

But.

You shift on your feet, calculating your next words carefully. This could go so many ways, though there's only one thing you want… 

"We just have to make some memories of our own before it feels like ours," you continue, "you know, something… unforgettable. Something we think about every single time we come home."

Flames lick down your spine when Kieran's eyes glaze over. They drift down your chest, past your midriff exposed by your crop top, and darken when he notes the way your pleated skirt has hiked up on the walk inside, leaving your legs exposed. 

Oh, you were in for trouble. And you'd welcome it with open arms. 

"Kitchen or dining room first?" 

It amazes you how quickly Kieran can turn you into a puddle- and not just metaphorically. His buttery accent with his soft r's and rolling tongue have your thighs slick in seconds when paired with the testosterone dripping off the words.

How could you ever say no, when a simple sound has you starved for him?

"Kitchen."

The choice has barely left your mouth before Kieran's strong arms wrap around your middle and he tosses you over his shoulder, fully at his mercy already. You're powerless to resist when he sets you rather unceremoniously on the marble counter, grinning when the sudden cold against your legs makes you squeal. 

"Kieran-"

"Yes?" He's already attached to your neck, aware you're powerless to resist him the second he sucks a mark onto the delicate skin. Your mind fills with clouds when he leaves another on the opposite side, twin to the first. He licks over that one, then blows cool air over it to raise goosebumps on your skin. 

"We… we…"

"Should fuck? Yeah I know darling." Kieran's hand is already lifting the hem of your skirt, the callouses on his palms scraping your outer thigh. You don't have it in you to resist, nor do you want to. All you can think about are those sweet, nimble fingers curled inside you, stroking that spot that has his name dancing on your tongue-

Quicker than you can process, Kieran reads your mind and acts. Two of his fingers push inside you, coated with his spit, sliding in easily with how wet you already are. God, so full, he's already so much and he's barely started. 

"We have to christen every room," Kieran murmurs in your ear. "We've done the bedroom and the bathroom so far but those are boring, don't you think?" His fingers start to move, pumping slowly whilst you whimper. "Can't have my darling getting bored. Have to keep you satisfied, or else I'm not treating you how you deserve, am I?" 

In truth you barely register a word Kieran says. You're too focused on the drag of his fingers on your walls, on not coming embarrassingly soon. His voice is what has you on edge, the husk that's come over it in the moment. He's unlocked that primal side of him that usually was reserved for match days. But when he turns that side on for you? Without fail you know you're in for the best sex of your life. 

"Garden next," you half moan, meeting his dark eyes with your half lidded ones. You're drunk on him, on his fingers stretching you out. All of this is only foreplay, you have to remind yourself. Because there's more coming, much more. 

"Oh, we can certainly have some fun in the garden, darling. You wanna make sure the neighbors know my name yeah?" Kieran chuckles when your head bobbles on your shoulders, like you can't nod fast enough. "Aw don't worry doll, we'll get there after this. You look hungry though… should I feed you?"

You moan in response to his question, unable to do much more. Your hips buck involuntarily when Kieran withdraws his fingers, licking them clean while he steps back to make room for you to kneel in front of him. Kieran steadies himself with a hand on the edge of the counter when you yank down his trousers. His significant, proud length strains against his boxers. You flick your tongue over the wet patch of fabric near the tip, delighting when his cock twitches under your tongue. 

You don't wait another second to pull him free. Kieran is heavy in your hand. One of his hands fists in your hair and he pushes, pushes, pushes until you're forced to open your mouth and take him. Kieran moans the second he feels your tongue glide over him, guttural and raw. 

"Fuck me darling that mouth is fucking perfect. Keep working your tongue- good giiiirl. So good for me." The praise has your thighs squeezing shut, your hands tucked between them. You know better than to try and help yourself when Kieran is in one of these moods; doing so may mean he fucks your mouth, gets his release and then leaves you on your own as punishment for doing his work for him. And right now, that is the absolute last thing you want. 

Some combination of spit and come drips down your chin as you bob your head. You don't bother to wipe it off. Kieran likes it messy and you are more than happy to oblige, especially when he's rutting his hips like this. He hits the back of your throat again and again, forcing you to relax and take it. The slight pain that accompanies it only heightens your expectations for when he's finally inside you, stretching you out until you're begging for him to move. 

Moans and grunts echo in the room, both Kieran's unfiltered ones and yours muffled by his cock. You gasp for air when he pulls you off him, looking up through your lashes to find him utterly feral for you. A bead of sweat drips down his abdomen, right down the center of his abs. You want to lick it off, so you do. His stomach ripples under your tongue, betraying him to reveal how much he enjoys that surprise. 

"Up," Kieran orders, grabbing your arm and spinning you around. Your cheek brushes the marble countertop when he bends you over it, the contact light but the chill felt through your entire body. A hiss escapes through your clenched teeth. Kieran only laughs. He grabs both your hands and holds them tight behind your back, "don't act like you don't like it. I know you do, you can't lie to me." 

When you open your mouth to reply with a snappy retort, a moan comes out instead. The head of Kieran's cock pushes into you and all hope of coherent thought is lost. Everything is him, the feeling of it, the tingling stretch as he fills you to the brim. 

Once Kieran's hips are flush with your bum, he sits there. Waiting. Teasing you, like the tease he is. It isn't until you start squirming and trying to fuck yourself back onto him that his breath comes hot on your ear, "always so eager. For someone so innocent, you sure are hungry."

"Well maybe if you'd fucked me more since we got here-"

You cry out when Kieran's hips snap forward, feeling like he's split you in two. Your vision blackens around the edges and your heart stutters in your chest. You lose your train of thought, narrowed in on his movements as he draws out only to slam into you again. 

"You were saying, doll?" 

"I… I- fuck Kieran, don't fucking tease!" You whine when he pulls out fully, leaving you empty. You're desperate and needy but you don't care; all you care about is having him inside you. 

When Kieran enters you again, this time he's punishing with it. Your hips bump the counter with each thrust, and you're positive you'll have bruises in the morning. When his hand circles your throat and forces you up and back against his bare chest- where did his shirt go? Lost somewhere in the haze- your pussy clenches around him and Kieran grunts in pure satisfaction. 

"I swear, I could fuck you twice a day and it still wouldn't be enough. You're just that greedy of a slut, aren't you? Never can get enough of this cock." You can hear the smile in Kieran's voice and it only turns you on more. You love it when he's confident like this, empowered by your helpless mewels as he continues to fuck you senseless. 

A searing heat fills your chest when Kieran's hand comes around to drift down your torso, anticipating his next move. Your breathing quickens, chest growing tight until his finger finally meets your clit. You moan when he brushes over it, nearly panting when his impossibly deeper voice sounds near your ear, "are you close darling?"

"Y-yes- yes! Yes Kieran I'm close, but I want you to come in me first-" 

"Of course I will darling, I can't leave you empty can I? And besides, this is a christening… you know that means I'm filling you in every. Single. Room."

Kierans finger rubs circles over the sensitive bud as pleasure builds in your gut. You hold on, dangling impossibly close to the edge but determined to hold on for him. Your core throbs with each snap of his hips, so close you swear you can taste it. 

Finally, Kieran cries out and you feel him coat your insides. He continues fucking you through it, until you feel him dripping out to coat your thighs. It's then that you can't hold it any more, your limbs going white hot and ice cold at the same as you finally find your release. 

Sweaty and panting, Kieran remains inside of you while he kisses down your spine. His thumb traces shapes on your hip while you come back down to earth, smiling over your shoulder when you can see clearly.

"Hi darling," Kieran murmurs, a cheeky grin on his flushed face. "Good start to our weekend, I think."

"I think our ice cream has melted," you sigh, nodding to the tub left on the counter. Kieran laughs and wraps you in his warmth, his arms around your middle. 

"I love you enough that I'll go out and buy you some more tonight." 

"After another round though, yeah?"

"That's a given."

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hiiii i have a kt request 🫶🏼 can you please write something where andy’s invited kieran and his gf to his house and it’s the first time that kieran’s taking someone with him and he’s nervous? (+can we also get andy teasing kt? that’s always fun) ignore this rq if you don’t like it but PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING FOR KIERAN ANYTHING PLEASE

thank youuu

Settle the Nerves (Kieran Tierney)

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Kieran Tierney doesn't get nervous. Not before cup finals, not before scotland matches in front of a packed house, and definitely not when one of his best mates invites him over. 

Definitely not, especially when he's been given a plus one.

Andy Robertson's dinner parties are always heaps of fun. When it's just the lads, it's normally the entire scotland squad that shows up to either celebrate a win or console each other after a loss. They're a tight knit group- win or lose, it's nice to have the support in place. Those ones are always full of story telling and drinking, and usually end up with half the squad sleeping off various intensities of hangovers in some of the guest rooms. 

This time it's different. It's nearing Christmas, and it's set to be a feast this weekend, kicking off the holiday season for any of the lads that can make it. Amdy's wife and daughter will be there, which means it'll be tame- a fact Kieran doesn't mind at all. And this time, your name was included on the whatsapp message next to his own. 

It's not that he doesn't want to bring you along- he does! Of course he wants to show you off, but he's also terrified the lads will scare you off with old stories of him. Despite only dating for a few months, you mean far too much to Kieran for him to entertain the possibility of something going wrong. 

You're more excited than he is, that's for sure. You haven't stopped talking about it since he mentioned it in passing a few weeks ago. Picking out your dress was a task in a half you told him- enlisting multiple of your closest friends to help make sure it was perfect, not too over the top and not too scandalous. Whatever you picked, Kieran is sure he'll love it… and also sure you'll steal the show. 

And now as Kieran stands before the closet in his childhood house, he finds himself wishing he'd brought his Arsenal cufflinks from his home in London. Instead he'll have to use the little rose ones of his father's, which he doesn't really mind, it's just that they've got sharp edges and they'll be harder to fiddle with at dinner. He's gotten good at hiding his tics in public settings. The occasional post match interview at Arsenal wiped that out of him quite quickly. 

A knock on his door startles him and he curses under his breath when he drops the little velvet box, sending the cufflinks flying. "Yeah? Who's it?"

"It's me, babe. Are you almost ready?" Kieran sighs, scooping up the jewelry from under his dresser and sliding the links through the holes at the cuffs in his freshly pressed black dress shirt. 

"Yeah love, I'm about done. Just have to get my shoes on and I'll be ready. Mum and dad gone already?" They'd informed Kieran when you arrived that morning that they'd be spending the weekend with a family friend across the countryside, so you had the house to yourselves. 

"They left ages ago, Kieran. I'll wait in the foyer, yeah? Hurry up though! I can't be late to meet your mates!"

Kieran quickly finishes buttoning his top, throws on his slacks, and ties up the laces of his Oxford shoes- the ones he hates because they pinch his toes- and checks his hair one final time in the mirror. He looks decent enough, he needs a haircut but his barber back in London can't squeeze him in for another week. He'll get to it eventually- right now he has a party to attend.

Maybe he can come up with an excuse not to go. His throat is bothering him- yeah, scratchy like he's coming down with something. Kieran scratches the stubble under his chin; that idea won't work. You'll see right through him, since it's the same excuse he always uses. 

"Right, let's get on with it then." Kieran tousels his hair one final time before opening his door. He expects to find you waiting. Instead he's greeted with one of his favorite sights: your curves.

Before he's taken a single step, the rich emerald green at the hem of your floor length gown distracts Kieran. He allows his eyes to trail up, up, up over the curve of your backside to where the gown fades to a deep black, dotted through with small dust like crystals that catch the light. The second Kieran steps out of his room you turn, flashing him a brilliant smile. It's then that Kieran finally is allowed a view of you in your full glory. He grins, immediately drawn to the deep v neckline that he swears ends only a few inches above your navel. 

You spin, the flared skirt swishing with the motion. "Well, how do I look? Think your friends will be impressed?" 

"Mouthwatering," Kieran murmurs and means it literally. He'd be drooling if he had an ounce less of self control. You step towards him and he lays a gentle hand on your waist, conscious of leaving the satin fabric wrinkle free. "I'm not sure I should let you out of the house, let alone meet all my mates." Kieran leans forward to pepper the underside of your jaw with kisses. You tip your head back after the first, trying to get away, though he'll chase you tirelessly. He holds firm on your waist now, refusing to allow you to leave him high and dry. 

"Kieran," you whine, dragging out the last letter for a few seconds. "We're gonna be late. You took too long getting ready-" 

"Because I knew you were gonna look absolutely bloody gorgeous, and I had to compete somehow-"

You push at his chest, hard enough that he breaks away with a sigh. "And because of that we have no time to be distracted by kisses. We have to get going! Andy's waiting for us!"

As you drag Kieran to his car, all he can think about is marching you right back inside. For the entire ten minute drive, his hand never leaves your thigh. Sometimes he lays it flat and lets his warmth soak through the thin fabric, and once in a while he traces shapes with feather light fingertips. If nothing else, at least you've distracted him from the ball of nerves that's settled in his gut. Until he parks his Audi outside Andy's house, that is. 

Kieran stumbles up the stone path after you, using your grip on his wrist to propel him along at your speed. You raise a fist to knock on the white painted door but Kieran reaches for the knob and opens it before you have the chance. 

"-be here soon darling, if you could just finish picking up your toys? Thank you my love- Kieran!" Andy, previously crouched down to speak with his three year old daughter, claps Kieran on the shoulder. "Well don't you clean up nicely! And this must be your girlfriend- hello love, great to finally meet you. This one never shuts up about you and I must say, I can see why!" 

Kieran's cheeks blush a furious shade of pink. "Come on mate, don't start already!"

"You're pretty." The soft compliment comes from the toddler hidden behind her fathers legs, clutching his dress pants in her tiny fists. 

You crouch to be eye level with her, not a second thought about it. Kieran's heart swells to double it's size when you murmur, "Thank you sweetheart, you're ten times prettier than I am though. Your dress is gorgeous! I love the fluffy pink skirt!"

Noticing Kieran's wistful look, Andy leans in to whisper, "you'll have one of those soon enough mate. Especially if you keep looking at her like that."

"I- what? Cut it out! It's only been three months mate- I'm not thinking like that!" Actually, he is thinking like that. Has thought of that plenty of times. You, holding a baby, cooing at his daughter, who would look just like you. A few years later, maybe a boy as well- and that would be enough for him. Kieran loves you, and he told you as much on your fourth date. He's reiterated it every day since then, and you've always returned it with the same enthusiasm. 

"Oh you're so in love mate," Andy coos, poking Kieran's side. "Just say it! You love her- the lads are gonna love it!"

Kieran scowls at his friend, "Oi leave me alone Robbo! Like you weren't smitten with your missus the second you saw her!"

Andy glances over his shoulder and smiles at his wife, a beautiful brunette woman who matches his chaotic energy perfectly. Andy was transparent from the beginning, telling the team again and again that he'd marry her- and he did, three years ago, at one of the most love filled ceremonies Kieran has ever attended. 

"I mean just look at her mate, how could I not be? That's my gorgeous wife in there!" Andy whistles and she grins at him, wagging her towel at him before taking the last dish out of the oven. "Your lassie will be your missus soon enough, Kieran. I've not seen you so starry eyed anywhere but a football pitch."

Kieran rakes a hand through his hair while he watches you follow Andy's daughter down the hall. The little tyke insisted on showing you her stuffed animal collection and really, how could you say no? 

"Look, just… don't say anything yeah? I love her, I do, and I'm terrified of messing this up. And can you help me keep the lads in check too when they get here? I don't want them scaring her off."

"I've already told them to behave, and with Mila here I'm sure they will… speaking of my daughter- Mi!"

Mila pokes her little head out of her room with a brilliant grin. "Yes, daddy?" Kieran would fold instantly if he were in Andy's shoes. Instead, his friend holds firm with his arms crossed over his chest. 

"Did you steal Kieran's friend from him?" When Mila only giggles, Andy clicks his tongue. "What did daddy say about that?"

"Umm… to not to?" 

"Andy it's fine," Kieran murmurs, knowing that you love children of all ages and are probably perfectly content to hang out and have a tea party. "Honest, she won't mind."

Andy sighs, scowling at Kieran in a way that makes him feel as if he's the one being scolded. "Alright, but after dinner you're getting tucked in and watching Frozen in the theater room, okay?"

"Okay daddy! Now I have to pour the tea- bye!" Your laughter permeates through the slammed door. A smile creeps onto Kieran's face; he'll never not love that sound. 

For the next twenty minutes, Kieran helps Andy set the table, pick out a few bottles of wine, and pours himself a glass for good measure. Since he'll be driving he'll cap himself at just the one, but you'll be free to have as much as you want. 

McGinn and McTominay are the first ones to arrive, with half a dozen other lads coming by soon after. Kieran is mid conversation with Scott when an arm snakes around his waist and your head rests on his shoulder. 

"Sorry mate, one sec-" Kieran turns and kisses the crown of your head, murmuring "Alright yeah?" And waiting for your nod before turning back to his friend. "Scott, this is my girlfriend." Independent as ever, you take over the introductions and shake Scott's hand after giving him your name. Kieran can't keep the proud smile off his face. Despite his nerves, he's proud to call you his. 

"I was just telling Kieran how I'll never forget the time he had to streak through the changing room-"

"Scott," Kieran half growls, having warned him already not to bring anything like that up. Why couldn't he pick a story like the time Kieran slipped on the pitch and nearly broke his ankle instead? That one was far less embarrassing. You don't need to know all the silly little details. 

But when you tip your head back and laugh and the arm you have around his waist goes tighter to ensure he doesn't materialize into a ghost and slip away, Kieran forgets why he was worried in the first place. "Were you? Kieran never shares his fun stories with me… please, do tell!" 

Scott launches into his story, starting again from the beginning. You watch with curious eyes, laughing at the right parts and nodding at others. Kieran's attention is locked on you. On the way your eyes crinkle, on how your laugh draws in anyone in a five meter radius. Kieran's arm winds possessively around you, hand settling on the curve of your bum as a fes of the other lads join the conversation. Will any of them try to steal you? No, of course not- they all know you're Kieran's and none of them would try changing that. It doesn't stop the primal side of Kieran's brain from wanting to make it perfectly clear who you belonged to. 

By the time everyone's arrived and sat down to dinner, you've made friends with the whole squad. Kieran had no doubts about that- though his nervousness has quieted down and he's much less scared about being embarrassed. How can he be, when you reassure him with a kiss after each story? One to his jaw, another to his cheek- you leave him looking forward to the next story solely so he can have a bit more affection from you. 

During a lull in conversation, Kieran refills your wine and leans over to kiss your temple. "Having fun my love? You seem like you're enjoying yourself, if those rosy cheeks say anything."

Your hand rests on Kieran's thigh under the table, the muscle going tense under your touch, "mmhhmm, I'm having loads of fun! I love you baby… you're so pretty- I love hearing stories about you!"

"Oh, you're tipsy already… you're adorable." Kieran kisses the crown of your head twice. "I love you darling, are you gonna make it through this dinner without falling asleep?" 

You push against Kieran's hand when he brushes his knuckle under your eyes. "Mmhhmm I'll be okay- I'm supposed to have another tea party with Mila after dessert. I can't miss it!"

"Alright baby, if you say so," Kieran murmurs before leaning in to give you another kiss. Andy slaps the table from a few seats down, his bellowing voice breaking above individual conversations.

"Oi, Kieran! Quit snogging your missus at the table will ye? My daughter is present!"

Kieran smiles sheepishly at your Mila, who's mum has slapped a hand over her eyes. "Sorry Mila- uncle Kieran promises he'll behave now." As Kieran speaks, he snakes a hand under your arm and rests it high on your thigh. "Anyway, have you lassies heard about the time Andy had to stand on boxes for a set of kit release photos?"

Andy groans, "I'm always at the front- I was bloody sick of it! It was only for a few photos, I just needed a little boost!"

The rest of the night is filled with banter and stories of all sorts. You're too far gone for that tea party you promised Mila, so Kieran scrawls a rain check on a note for the toddler to cash in at a later date. Kieran herds you home, carries you to his bedroom and sets about getting you dressed and ready for bed. Once you're comfortable in one of his shirts and cuddled into his side, he kissed the crown of your head a million times. 

"Keyyyyyyyyy don't do that- you're making my head spin!" 

"Ah, sorry my love… you're drunk hmm? That's alright, I'll look after you. You just sleep yeah? I love you, sleep tight my darling." Kieran presses a soft kiss to the center of your forehead before you tuck your head under his chin. As your soft snores and gentle breathing lull him towards sleep, he's not sure what he was so nervous about in the first place.

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