#erl obsessed

[rainingmbappe]

I WAS WATCHING THIS INTERVIEW AND I CANT HES NOT EVEN FITTING IN THE SCREEN

#AHAHAHWHZBELDN2KDNP3NDLEDKLEJE1PJSKDD #so obsessed pls send help #i was screaming for a good 30 mins #HOW IS HE THAT TALL #i feel bad for the other dude just standing there like 🧍‍♂️ #I LOVE MY GIANT MAN #erling haaland #haaland #man city #i would start crying #I CANT STOP JES UNBELIEVABLE

[diasdebruyne]

He don't got a single song where he needs to be doing this

#man city #erling haaland #im obsessed with this photo #what is happening

[square-watermelon]

Haaland is back, so I am back

#lmao jk jk #i got obsessed with hazbin for a sec there but im good now #whats this about mbappe moving yo madtid? #erling haaland #erling håland

[effervescentdragon]

someone tell me theres a primer or info or fics kr sth here on this hellsite about jude bellingham and erling haaland because what the FUCK did i just see w my own two eyes

#i saw an edit #and now im obsessed #I DONT EVEN GO HERE #jude bellingham #erling haaland #football #im pretty sure it is

[taetaespeaches]

Damn Petal is one lucky girl. Like, Hobi just revived all those years in mid school where I wanted to date those so called emo boys with heavy eye makeup and playing in a local indie band. Please tell me they make out at least once while he still wears those outfits. 😶

Petal is SO lucky omg 😩 I’m never getting over dark emo hobi!!! I’m cackling at your description, you’re so right. Since this is my alternate universe we’re just gonna say yes! They made out lots! She was on set with him and during a slow moment she grabbed his hand and pulled him off to a dressing room to make out with his hot face!

#rkivedfiles #asks #erl🌿 #hobi is so hot I’m obsessed!!!! #hobi/petal

[dreamonseems]

Erling being obsessed with reader's breasts please.

Behave

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Erling can't control his Urges while they are in public.

It's a little short but fun 🙈

⚠️ Warning: Smut!!!

Erling and Y/N were out for dinner with their friends, catching up on the latest happenings in their lives. But Erling just couldn't take his eyes off of Y/N's chest, her shirt hugging her curves in all the right places. His gaze kept drifting towards her breasts, and he couldn't help but notice the perky outline of her nipples through the fabric.

It was driving him crazy, making him want to reach out and touch her. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there, in the middle of the restaurant, but he knew he had to be patient.

He tried his best to control himself, focusing on the conversation at the table. But his arm instinctively snaked around her shoulder, his hand hovering mere inches away from her right breast.

He could feel the heat radiating from her body, making his desire for her even more intense. He couldn't resist the urge to lean in and take a closer look.

Just then, Y/N leaned in close to him, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "Behave, we're in public."

Erling huffed, feeling a mixture of frustration and arousal as she pulled away and resumed the conversation. Taking a deep breath, Erling tried to focus on the conversation once again. But the thought of Y/N's breasts kept creeping into his mind, and he couldn't wait to get her home so he could finally have his way with her.

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Erling and Y/N said their goodbyes to their friends and got into the car to head home. Erling couldn't resist the urge to touch Y/N's body. He immediately unbuckled her seat belt and turned to face her. Y/N looked annoyed as she questioned his actions.

But Erling was in a world of his own, focused only on Y/N's breasts. He reached out and squeezed them firmly, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin. A deep breath escaped his lips as he savored the sensation. "I've been wanting to do that all day," he admitted, his voice heavy with desire.

Y/N pushes him away, "Erling, what the hell? We were out with our friends!"

"I know, I know," he says, his voice low and husky. "But I couldn't help it. You looked so damn hot in that shirt, and I've been thinking about those nipples of yours all night."

Y/N rolls her eyes. "You're insatiable."

Erling grins. "You love it."

She shakes her head, trying to suppress a smile. "Fine, but we're still in public. You can't just grab my boobs like that."

Erling leans in, nuzzling her neck. "I know, I know. But I couldn't resist. Can't we just find somewhere quiet and... private?"

Y/N glances around, realizing that they're parked in a quiet area of the parking lot. "Okay, fine. But be quick about it. I don't want anyone to see us."

Erling grins, quickly unbuckling his own seat belt and leaning over to kiss her deeply. He reaches under her shirt, pulling up her bra to expose her breasts. Y/N gasps at the sudden coolness of the air on her nipples but quickly moans as Erling takes one into his mouth, sucking and licking it until it's hard and sensitive.

He switches to the other breast, his hand moving down to her jeans. Y/N arches her back, trying to get closer to him as he slips his hand into her panties, finding her already wet and ready for him.

"Erling," she whispers, as he pushes her back into the seat, unzipping his own pants and pulling out his hard cock.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmurs, slipping inside her and starting to move slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being inside her. But soon, he's thrusting harder and faster, both of them moaning and gasping with pleasure.

Finally, they both climax together, Erling collapsing on top of her, his breath hot and heavy on her neck.

"That was... intense," Y/N says, trying to catch her breath.

Erling grins. "You have no idea."

#fanfiction #fanfic #erling haaland x y/n #erling haaland x reader #erling håland #erling haaland #erling haaland x you #erling #haaland x reader #haaland #erling haaland smut #erling haaland imagine #haaland smut #haaland imagine #manchester city #man city #man city imagine #manchester city imagine #short smut #smut #love fanfic #love #short story #soccer #footballer #football

[footballerimaginess]

Rate my outfit

TikTok Prompt List 15. Rates my outfits  Erling Haaland Word Count: 321 There are going to be a lot of photos in this fic, credit to the owners of these photos. "Okay so Erl, we are rating my outfits" you smiled as you took your phone out to show you some old and newer outfits posts. You had the camera all placed ready, so you could show the viewers what they had asked for, they were obsessed with seeing Erling in your videos.

"This one, what do we think?" you smiled, showing him the photo which was quite a basic one. "Hmm, boring. That is my hat and isn't that my jumper?" you laughed because you knew he hated when you borrowed his clothes. "Oh and don't take photos on the road, you'll get run over" he smirked.

"Another basic and boring outfit, I feel the shoes look good though. But it is quite boring for you. Sorry babe" you gasped out loud.

"Right I like this one" you muttered as you showed him. "Oh okay, cute but not sure why you are wearing this because surely you're sooo cold" he laughed. "I wasn't that cold actually" you smirked. "But I looked cute, so guess that means nothing" you smile as you scroll through your phone again to find even more outfit photos.

"I look so different here, my hair looks perfect here. I think my short hair is better here" you told him as you showed him the photo. "I think you look hot, love the outfit. I know the others are casual outfits. But this one may be my favourite" you felt yourself blushing again as Erling was full of compliments.

"The final one, what do you think?" you showed him the final photo. "Hot hot hot hot, love it" you laughed as you could see Erling's light up. "Erl" you playfully hit his arm. "I am telling the truth you look hot" you felt yourself going so red yet again.

Taglist: @screechingphantompuppy @ghwoticz

#erling haaland x reader #erling haaland imagine #football imagines #football imagine #football one hsots #football one shots #football one shot #futbol imagines #futbol imagine #football x reader

[holygrailimagines]

Beautiful Boy

Summary: Erling and reader having a baby boy, fluff!

Author's Note: This fluff is inspired by John Lennon's Beautiful Boy. This piece is very different to any of my other writings, please tell me if you enjoy this style! Hope you enjoy!!

Close your eyes

Have no fear

The monster's gone

He's on the run and your daddy's here

You watched from your son’s doorway, smiling to yourself as your husband caressed him to sleep. Erling gently brushed your son’s blonde hair to the side and stroked his soft cheeks with his large hand. Sean’s matching blue eyes stared tiredly back up at his father, smiling lazily from under his blanket. The only way either of them could sleep peacefully was if they both spent time together before bed. It was routine, and perhaps the most perfect way to end the day. 

When Erling found out you were having a boy, everything in his life completely changed. He knew he had to step up and become the best man he could possibly be for the sake of his son. Sean wasn’t even the size of a lemon and Erling already loved him. 

You always had a feeling your little guy would be the biggest daddy’s boy. When you were pregnant with him, his little feet would kick like crazy whenever he heard his father’s voice. When Erling realized this, he became obsessed with speaking Norwegian to your belly. He would actually have full blown conversations with your womb, your baby boy responding with kicks. 

“He’s a Haaland alright,” He would say, kissing your belly. You smiled, already envisioning the pair of them running around and playing football together. Erling just couldn’t wait until your little guy arrived. 

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

You had never seen Erling cry as much as the day Sean finally entered the world. You remembered being on the hospital bed with Erling and holding your newborn baby, tears streaming down your face. 

“He’s so beautiful, isn’t he?” You said through sniffles, looking up at Erling. He had tears of his own running down his cheeks. 

“Yes, yes he is.” He responded, his hand reaching down to softly caress his son's cheek.

Before you go to sleep

Say a little prayer

Every day in every way

It's getting better and better

Everyday that went by, your son looked more and more like his father. The only thing your son inherited from you was your love for Erling. You could actually see the way your baby’s eyes lit up whenever Erling came home. Even if your son couldn’t speak, it was so obvious he already loved and trusted his father. He would babble like crazy, communicating with his father the only way he knew how. Erling would smile so hard, responding to him in Norwegian. 

“Sier, pa-pa,” He would gently instruct your son. 

“No way,” you would interrupt jokingly, “he’s gonna say mama first.” The very next day your son would say his first word, papa. Erling was over the moon when he heard the word slip from his son’s mouth. He couldn’t even hide the tears streaming down his face as he held your son’s small head against his chest. 

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

When Sean started walking, it was the beginning of everything. Erling set up a mini goal net and bought a small football. He would spend hours outside ‘playing’ football with your son, only really your son would just waddle behind him, trying his best to keep up with his father. It was cute watching your toddler follow your husband all over the place. Erling was such a gentle giant, doing everything he could to protect your son. He loved it whenever the two of you would show up to games with his jersey on. It made him so proud of the little family he made. He especially loved whenever you dressed your baby in a complete Man City uniform, it always got a kick out of him. 

Whenever the three of you would sleep together, you would always wake up first. It was perhaps your favorite thing, turning over and seeing your boys sleeping in identical positions. You would make sure to snap pictures before you woke them up with kisses on their foreheads. 

I can hardly wait

To see you come of age

But I guess we'll both just have to be patient

Even if little Sean was barely four, Erling was already obsessed with his future. What kind of man would his son become? Erling could picture him doing anything, Sean was special that way. Erling dreamt of his son following in his footsteps but he knew that if his son chose a different path, he wouldn’t hesitate to support him. 

Yes it's a long way to go

But in the meantime

Before you cross the street

Take my hand

Life is what happens to you

While you're busy making other plans

Even if he was excited for his son’s future, he was thankful for the long road ahead. He knew he had to cherish everyday with his baby before he became a man. Even if Sean could walk, Erling would never pass up an opportunity to hold him in his arms. No matter how tired he was, Erling always found the energy to play with his son. 

Even with limited speech skills, Sean was very vocal about what he wanted. He actively protested haircuts, clearly inspired by his father’s hair. Every morning you had to style your hair, Erling’s hair, and Sean’s hair. Sean was very observant, he did everything his father did. He ate the same breakfast, dressed identically, and even adapted his gestures. Erling was always so smug, admiring the way his son idolized him. Sometimes if he stared long enough at Sean, Erling would find himself tearing up. He was such a beautiful baby boy. 

“Goodnight Sean, see you in the morning,” Your husband whispered to your son, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. By now, Sean was fast asleep, his small chest rising with his deep breaths. Erling quietly stood from his bed and switched the lights off, meeting you at the door. You smiled up at your husband, as he softly closed the bedroom door. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he instinctively held your waist. 

“You know, I want a mini me of my own.” You teased, pecking Erling on the lips. He chuckled, looking down at you. 

“Then let’s make it happen.”

#erling haaland imagine #erling håland #erling haaland #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland fluff #man city

[footballandfics]

Hey lovee!! Could you write a smut about haaland?? Maybe the reader being obsessed with his thighs ( i mean who wouldn’t😶‍🌫️) and she ends up riding his thigh

you're right who wouldn't

now after the world cup is over and club games are back

haaland is training more and more

it shows on his whole body

but them thighs

especially when he come back after training

you are kinda of shy

didn't tell him what you're thinking of

but what you don't know

your boyfriend notices how you have been checking his thighs out

waiting for you to do something about it

but he had enough

one night you were making out on the couch

you're sitting on his lap

his hands are gripping you closer to him

making you grind on his thigh

he finds the chance to bring it up

"i see how you look at my thighs, you dirty girl"

his words making you whine "please"

"look at me" he demands and you do

"what do you want from me?"

"please erling" he shacks his head

"use your words i want to hear you"

gripping your waist to prevent you from moving

"i want to ride your thighs, can i please?" you finally give in

"go on beautiful girl, i'm all yours"

haaland start kissing your shoulder, neck and down your arm

one hand around your waist, helping you move on his thigh

the other playing with your breast

simulating you

you sighed at everything you're feeling at the same time.

you fasten your grinds, can't handle it anymore

"that's right, chase it baby chase your orgasm"

haaland's touch or words isn't helping

making you crazier and crazier

wanting to cum

haaland bites your neck and licks the mark

you keep on rubbing your pussy back and forth on his thigh

you finally cum and feel relief, you end up panting and you rest your head on his shoulder.

"good girl, see how good you'll feel if you just tell me what you want"

#erling haaland headcanon #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland #football imagines #football imagine #football x reader #football fanfic #erling haaland smut

[whorekneecentral]

meeting haaland for the first time at a party and he getting obsessed with you because of how attractive you are

keeping eye contact

dancing drunk and together

then leaving to other place where you two are alone

this is the perfect time to write this, seeing that they just won the treble lmao

you and jack were best friends, you two grew up together so it only made sense you were invited along with him when they went to istanbul to play the champions league final.

after the win, the celebrating at the stadium, the hotel and finally you guys made it to the club. jack was pissed out of his mind, the man jumping on the dance floor while you got another drink.

he waved you over and you give him a thumbs up, showing him you were getting a drink.

erling was somewhere in the club too, the two of you had made eye contact a few times and you knew he was with jack somewhere.

you two knew of each other because of jack but you weren't really friends, it's not like you guys hung out together.

jack noticed his tall friend making eyes at you and somewhere in his drunk mind, all the signals were going off. "erling c'mon man!" he pulled the giant man to the bar, jack slung his arm over your shoulder as he pushes erling in front of you.

"yn! this is erling!" jack shouts over the music and you nod, "I know!"

"erling this is yn! my best friend!"

"we've met jack!" he laughs, patting his shorter teammate on the shoulder.

"okay!" he nods, smiling, "you two talk! make friends!" he runs off when the next song starts, singing as he went back to the guys.

you offered erling a shot, the two of you chatting over a few drinks and eventually he pulled you to the dance floor with him when a song he liked came on.

his hands rested on your hips, the two of you giggling as you danced.

erling leans down, his lips against your ears. "where are you staying?"

"I have a room next to jacks," you mention the man who was somewhere in the club.

"come back to mine," erling says, an arm around you. you turn to face him, "are you sure?"

"jack won't even notice." he laughs, grabbing your hand. you nod, the two of you headed out and back to his hotel.

the two of you were quiet the whole ride back, his hand resting on your knee, then it slowly moved up; from your knee up to your thigh.

the moment you two got through the door, you were all over each other. erling's pulling on your jersey, the blue shirt with the 10 was now on the floor of his hallway, his short landing next to it somewhere as you two fall on the bed.

#erling haaland #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland smut

[pavardscherie]

hi love, could you write something about erling haaland being obsessed with the reader?

little touches, erling haaland

pairing erling haaland & reader

summary: erling is obsessed with you.

izzy talks;

i have to say, i love pavard with all my heart. i love writing about him, and yet, i’m quite happy to write about someone else for once, haha. for this one, i changes female reader to the you perspective :)

it’s a little drabble, so nothing too long.

it didn’t matter where you were or who was around.

erling always had to have his hand on your body. fingers caressing over the exposed arms when you wore one of his favorite dresses. a muscular arm wrapped around your waist while talking to friends. his large hand on your thigh while watching a movie or going out for dinner with a couple of his teammates.

those small glances filled with jealousy, and a certain promise to possess you later on, when another man decides to put his dirty fingertips on you. a touch, a moment, they weren’t allowed to share with his precious little thing.

compliments. small ones that made your tummy turn into a swarm of butterflies. the cheeks tainted by a cherry red color, erling could never get enough of the bashfulness on your beautiful face.

introducing you to new people, friends or teammates, erling always had to assure to emphasize the word my or mine. already stating from the very beginning that you were completely off the table, taken and untouchable for any other person. doesn’t matter if male or female.

hands intertwined when walking through the streets. small kisses to the cheek, to the back of the hand or blown gently against your forehead. small gestures that turned out to become a routine for erling.

over the past months of being in a relationship with the football player, you turned out to be his greatest addiction. seconds of not being able to touch you while you were so close to him tortured the blonde painfully.

but when the referee blew his whistle, announced a short break or interruption, erling found a way to at least send you a wink or a wave, while seated between the manchester city fans. small gestures, the team would joke about in the end but the talented striker didn’t care about it, as long as he was able to show you his admiration.

you were his first thought in any situation. after scoring a goal, and celebrating with the fans, the addiction of feeling your pillow-like lips against his own led his body straight towards you in the stands. his coach cursed about another yellow card, he received for leaving the pitch.

but erling shrugged it off, unimpressed by the spoken threats of sitting on the bench.

while you admired the small gestures of admiration, the obsession almost turned into a sick possessiveness. at least that was the exact word the newspapers and media used to describe the constant clinging to each other. a certain, unexplainable neediness.

it’s like erling had nothing else inside of his head. emptiness spread until the one necessary, and important thought was found.

you.

#erling haaland #erling haaland drabble #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland blurb #erling håland #manchester city #man city #english football #premiere league #football fans #football #football imagine #football drabble #football blurb #football lover #football player #manchester city imagine #man city imagine #requests open #writing requests #requested

[i9messi]

To the stars — Erling Haaland

You are reading a book and your boyfriend just wants to spend time with you.

word count - 802

erling's masterlist

You were obsessed with the book in your hands. Time was basically flying for you, and with every word you were more and more interested in the pages. Just like that, you were avoiding giving attention to your boyfriend.

And Erling wanted attention. Your attention.

At the beginning, he was watching TV. But with every breath, every minute, the blonde was fascinated with you and your reactions. He loved spending time with you, he loved to see you and he adored you. He was a lucky man to have met you. Erling was so used to focusing only on football and he never believed that in his life a person like you would appear. You've changed everything, you were his everything.

"Hey, babe."

You completely ignored him, "Shh, I'm reading. I need silence."

"Is the book more interesting than me?"

You didn't answer.

Haaland looked at you, trying to do something to catch your attention. His big hand touched your leg, then your arm. His hand was everywhere, with silly touches at his trace. You were focused on the damn book. You used to love his hands, why were you acting like the book was more important than him?

"Oh, Rhysand. I swear I love you." you said your thoughts out loud.

Erling was not cool about that.

"Who's Rhysand? You love me."

You looked away from the book and the only thing you did was smile. Erling was quite jealous of your fictional boyfriends, because he felt they were something like a competition. You constantly told him about them, so he slowly tried to adopt certain attitudes that you liked about them. A character did something amazing for the protagonist? Erling was probably going to do the same for you. He wanted to show you that you didn’t need to daydream with other men, you had him.

"Rhysand is the man of my dreams, you are the love of my life. It's different."

He took your book in his hands.

"Babe, what the hell are you reading?"

You understood what he was implying, the book was… quite graphic.

"Is really good and has some good quotes. See. To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered."

You took your book out of his big hands and kept reading. You settled more comfortably on the couch, laying your head on his chest. Regardless of your height and size, Erling was huge and it was very comfortable to lie on top of him. You read in silence, and because he was below you and he could see the book, Haaland also began to read.

Suddenly, he started kissing your neck and caressing your hair. They were your weak spots.

"Erling, you're being mean."

"I need you, I want to spend time with my girlfriend. I want to kiss you and hug you. You have been reading for the last three hours, it is not good for your health."

Haaland was always concerned about your health, and your hobby involved spending a lot of time forcing your eyes too much.

"Okay, just a page more and I'll be all yours."

That was a lie. Ten pages later and you were still reading the damn book.

Erling started bothering you more, this time being less loving and a little more annoying. He pulled your hair and he even started singing a Norwegian song out loud. You knew he was doing it on purpose, so you ignored it even more.

Erling Haaland speaking or in this case singing, in Norwegian was something that made your knees tremble. You loved his native language but mostly, you loved him.

"Okay, let's make a deal." Haaland said, accepting that no amount of his energy would make you stop reading the book.

"I'm all ears."

"Stop reading the book and I'll let you do whatever you want with my hair."

You drop the book away. Forgot about Rhys and everything. Erling was very careful with his hair and very occasionally left you free to do anything. You wanted to do braids, buns, any hairstyle.

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want."

He smiled. He had your attention after all, he had only needed to say his magic words.

Twenty minutes later and both of you were in your shared bedroom, you put a skin care mask on his face, while you braid his hair.

"It was just my hair, Elsklingen min."

Anyways, he let you do your skin care routine on him. You stopped in front of him, realizing your own work in his hair. Your gaze met his.

"Remember, Erling, next time you watch a game or a movie, I’m going to bother you too for attention."

"No need to bother me, love. You always have my attention."

Bye fictional characters, your boyfriend was superior and he was only yours.

#erling haaland #erling håland #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland x y/n #manchester city #erling haaland fluff #erling haaland one shot

[highdreaming]

Erling Haaland just loves the readers boobs, always wants to sleep on them, suck them, motor boat, titty fuck

Erling is obsessed with your boobs, that's for sure.

Once you get to the phase of your relationship where you're comfortable touching each other in a intimate way, your boobs will not be left one minute alone. He's always touching them, his large hand completely engulfing a single boob as he gropes it.

When you're laying in bed, his hand will always find its way underneath your shirt to touch your boobs, often pushing all the shirt to the top just to be able to suck on it. His plump lips making it even more pleasant for you.

#ask #football smut #footballer smut #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland smut

[dreamonseems]

i need you to write something about size kink with erling please!!!!!

Towering

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Both Reader, and Erling being Obsessed with their size difference.

Erling Haaland, the towering figure of a football player, seemingly had an intriguing fascination with the stark contrast in size between himself and his petite girlfriend, who measured at a diminutive 5'2". It was as if he had a particular fondness for their noticeable disparity, relishing in the knowledge that he loomed over her, casting a shadow that brought an unmistakable smile to his face. To him, it was an endearing quality that she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze, reminding him of just how much larger he was in comparison.

Whenever they stood side by side, the difference in stature was impossible to ignore. Haaland's commanding presence, standing tall and robust, dwarfed his girlfriend's delicate frame. Yet, there was something captivating in the way they complemented each other—a living embodiment of the adage that opposites attract. His physical dominance over her appeared to be a source of joy for him, a testament to their unique connection.

Their interactions were peppered with playful banter, teasing comments that emphasized the difference in their heights. Haaland would affectionately call her his "pocket-sized princess," playfully highlighting her petite nature. She, in turn, would jokingly refer to him as her "gentle giant," acknowledging his impressive stature with a touch of endearment.

Erling found immense pleasure in the effortless way he could scoop up his girlfriend whenever he desired. The sheer ease with which he could lift her delicate frame brought him a sense of power and satisfaction. It was as if he held the ability to lift her from any predicament, to reach for things that were beyond her grasp. And she, in turn, reveled in the knowledge that he relished playing the role of her protector, embracing his dominant nature with fervor.

Their dynamic thrived on the stark contrast between their sizes—a juxtaposition that fueled their passion and intimacy. Haaland, towering over his girlfriend, embodied strength and authority, relishing in his role as the dominant force in their relationship. He reveled in the responsibility of being in charge, knowing that she willingly surrendered herself to his guidance.

In her eyes, Y/N saw his dominance as an extension of his love and care for her. Haaland's protective nature resonated deeply with her, providing a sense of security and comfort she had never experienced before. His firm embraces cocooned her in a blanket of safety, making her feel cherished and shielded from the world. She willingly handed over the reins of control, placing her trust entirely in his capable hands.

The trust and vulnerability exchanged between them were the foundation of their connection. Haaland's desire to protect and care for her melded seamlessly with her need to be sheltered and guided. It was a dance of interdependence, where each step taken emphasized their mutual desires and unspoken understanding.

Their connection thrived on trust and vulnerability, forming the very bedrock of their relationship. Erling unwavering desire to protect and care for his partner seamlessly intertwined with her inherent need to be sheltered and guided.

In those intimate moments that existed solely between them, Y/N's mind became consumed by the images of Erling gripping her delicate wrist, his touch both firm and commanding. Her heart raced as she envisioned the forceful motion of him effortlessly pinning her down, unleashing an overwhelming surge of desire within her. The sheer disparity in size between them only intensified her longing, magnifying the ease with which he could bend her to his will. As her body quivered, a profound sense of yearning coursed through her veins.

It was in those instances that boundaries blurred, and a profound connection enveloped them both. Erling presence was overpowering, his strength rendering him capable of fulfilling her every whim and wants. And Y/N, with her own desires laid bare, surrendered herself willingly to his dominance. The electric current that surged between them was one of fervent passion and unrestrained pleasure, leaving them both breathless and sated.

In these private moments, their connection transcended the physical realm. It delved into the depths of their souls. The unspoken agreement between them granted Erling the power to lead and dictate their shared encounters, while Y/N reveled in the ecstasy of surrendering control. It was a dance of trust, where she willingly placed her well-being in his hands, knowing he would guide her with unwavering care.

These moments were their sanctuary, a secret world that belonged solely to them. It was a realm where their dreams intertwined and ignited like a blazing fire, consuming them both in its scorching embrace. Erling and Y/N discovered a profound sense of fulfillment—a primal connection that embraced the raw, unadulterated essence of their love.

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omg okok so i js thunk a thought !!!!! hows about tattoo artist! colby x reader (who’s kinda a nerd) - and like she got dared by her friends to get a tattoo, b-b-b-bad girl typa tattoo🥺🐺🐺🐺🐺(i’m sorry)

MAYBE SHE GETS A PIERCING TOO ??? (cuz he can do both😝)) like a septum piercing and an erl piercing, aka the one on your nose bridge! m-m-maybe a lip ring too LMAO A LOT OF PIERCINGS

bye can she be wearing bayonetta glasses too? pretty pls😭i’d love if it could be set in like the early 2000s, which i’m definitely not obsessed with…but what i’m really focusing on is the fashion yk? low rise jeans, shi like that😭😭 (i am totally not living out my fantasy wdym ??)

SORRY FOR THE LONG REQUEST/RANT ! i apologize😭🙏

∧,,,∧ ( ̳ • . • ̳) - “i am a cat holding a heart” / づ💗

(he’s a cat holding a heart.)

this is SO GOOD 😍 thank you for your request. i will definitely work on it 💕

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