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nosugarallspice · 6 months

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could you write for Erling Haaland "I love the way you look when I'm inside you" + "cockwarming"

Hi babe, of course :))

Hope you like it<3

Minors DNI!!!

Word Count: 373

Author’s Note: This def took a turn but Erling seems like the kind of person, where cockwarming just isn’t enough for him, so I switched it up. Hope you still like it pookie.

You squirmed as Erling held you in place, his hand gripping your hip tightly as he pushed his cock deep inside of you.

You tried your best to focus on your show but it was hard, especially when he was shuffling behind you to get more comfortable, the tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot causing you to whimper.

“Erling.” You whined turning your head to look at him. He smiled, placing a kiss to your temple. “Sorry love, I was getting comfortable.”

“It’s okay but when you keep moving like that, it makes me want more.” You pout, pushing back against him to create some kind of friction.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your neediness, he could never say no to you, so he gave in. Erling grabbed your leg, tossing it over his own, this pushed him in even deeper causing you to gasp.

“Right there.” You moaned. He began to move his hips, his cock pressing against that same spot over and over.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you.”

You were so caught up in the moment, unable to form a sentence you nodded your head. Your hand reaching down to rub your clit as he thrusted inside of you.

He could cum just from the sight of you; but of course Erling held off, wanting this moment to last as long as it could.

“Look at me” he whispered, his hand reaching for your chin to turn your head in his direction.

Your eyes met his, your lips parted as another sound let your lips.

“You’re so pretty.” He moaned, his cock twitching at the sight of you. He meant it though, you were his pretty girl, but you looked even prettier with his cock buried deep inside you.

“Erling, baby-“ you whined, your hand moving faster against your clit. Bringing you closer to the edge.

Erling knew you were close, just by the way your cunt clenched around his cock, squeezing him. “I know baby, let go for me.” His fingers caressed your chin, “keep your eyes on me.”

His own movements started to slow down as you came, with him following along, filling you to the brim.

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libraryofloveletters · 11 months

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Can’t Get Away From You

Erling Haaland x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a mini fight, some shouting, one mention of throwing something at someone, your boyfriend is attached to your hip and follows you like a puppy, power outages, jumpscares, some swearing, stuck in the middle of no where.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author’s Note: okay I lied, I know I said no fics but this was in my drafts and I had the urge to finish it :) also this was a random idea that @themandaloriansdiaries and I came up with on ft many many nights ago

"Why do you always do this?” You shouted at the man across the room from you.

Your boyfriend stares at you like you had gone insane and sometimes he thought you were, but tonight’s shouting was justified.

The two of you were supposed to go to your sister’s surprise birthday party but big shocker, Erling chose to stay back and kick a ball around for another 2 hours. Their training session was already done, he had no reason to stay back and yet he did. You were waiting for him so you could go together opposed to taking two cars because he kept telling you 10 more minutes and he’d be home, but you ended up being two hours late to your own sister’s party.

“I said I was sorry, didn’t I?” He looks at you and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Yes, because that makes up for the fact that I was late to my sister’s party. You’d never do that to your sister, would you? And you know I would never do that to her either. I actually care to show up when I say I will.”

“Y/n, you're overreacting. She didn’t even care that you were late.” He huffed, sitting on the couch.

You cannot believe him; he was late, had the audacity to tell you she didn’t even care and now he can't even stand up so you can shout at him? You were sick of his shit, you needed to leave before you threw something at his head.

The man watches as you grab your purse and phone, storming out of the front door and letting it slam shut behind you. He gets up, following you out the door.

“Where are you going?” He shouts from the porch, you don’t answer but instead get into your car and back out of the driveway.

You had no idea where you were going but you needed to be anywhere but there.

You drove for what felt like hours before you finally stopped in some random parking lot off the side of the road; you had driven out of the city and into the countryside. Hunger was kicking in and you tumbled through your purse for a mint, a piece of gum or literally anything edible. Eventually giving up on the tumbling, you dumped the contents of your purse into the passenger seat and switched on the light.

There’s a set of keys staring at you, a bright blue man city key chain hung on the bunch; the keys to the cabin.

Shortly after you and Erling began dating, the two of you decided you needed a place to go when you wanted to be away from the city. That’s how you ended up with a cabin 3 hours outside of Manchester.

The sky was varying shades of the black and the once viable moon was now blocked by clouds. You figured since you were closer to the cabin then you were home, you might as well spend the night there.

Another hour and you pulled into the muddy driveway, it seemed to have rained at some point during the day. You silently thank your boyfriend in your head for putting in sensor lights, otherwise you might have just slept in the car. The yard was pitch black and the Remingtons, the couple who owned the house across from your place, were away for the summer which meant you were all alone in the middle of nowhere.

The thought freaked you out, but not enough to make you turn back and go home.

You shoved everything back into your purse, slinging it over your shoulder as you avoided the puddles of mud on your way to the front door. The look clicked as you turned the key and you sprinted into the cabin, shutting the door behind you.

A hand dragged across the wall, feeling for the light switch and you pressed it, lighting up the place. You also turned on the light in the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom because you were alone.. not because you were scared or anything like that.

The cupboards were pretty empty, anything of substance was eaten the last time you two were there because you didn’t want it to go bad. The only things were a few boxes of mashed potatoes, a can of corn and one can of sliced pineapple.

You couldn't be bothered to cook so you pulled the pineapple can out and was about to crack it open when there was a knock on the front door.

It was safe to say your blood ran cold.

The Remingtons were gone, you were certain of that because they told you to check on the house when you come down if you did, which meant they weren’t there.

No one else lived around here, and you can’t just say no one is home because you switched on every light possible.

Setting the can down, you slowly made your way to the door. You waited to hear if there’s another knock, you peeked out the front window in hopes of catching a glimpse of whatever was outside.

“Babe!” The voice called, startling you. “Open up!”

You groaned, the voice belonging to none other than your boyfriend. You opened the door, unfortunately, and found your giant of a boyfriend standing there with a bag in hand.

“Are you gonna make me stand in the rain?” He asks, the hood over his head blocking the water from his face. “I figured you didn’t eat dinner, so I brought you something to eat.” He stepped into the house; he was so big, you couldn’t really stop him if you wanted too.

“When the rain stops, I want you out.” You turn to him and he smiles, nodding.

He handed the bag over to you, the smell of Chinese food filling your surroundings. You refused to cave, holding your ground and staying mad at him. He shut the door behind him, turning the locks.

“What the fuck man? How’d you know I was here?” You handed the bag over to him, acting like you didn’t want it. Erling shrugged, taking the bag back and going to the kitchen.

He unpacked the boxes, setting them on the counter. “You left your location on.”

You groaned quietly, cursing yourself for leaving it on. Erling ignores your theatrics and puts some food on a plate for you, bringing it over to you and setting it on your lap. He knew you well enough to know if he offered the plate to you, you’d refuse and you needed to eat; part of why you were so snappy with him was because you were hungry.

He can’t help but notice how you un-tense now that he’s around; it brought a smile to his face but he didn’t dare say anything.

Erling sat beside you, eating quietly.

“Can we play a board game?” He asked, setting the plate on the coffee table.

“No.”

Erling hummed, going to dig the monopoly box out from the tv stand drawer. He set up the board, all the little pieces, the cards and the dice and began playing by himself.

You ignored the man, trying not to laugh as he screwed him over on one of the places he wanted. He rolled the dice, counting out the places he needed to move when the lights shut off.

The sound of thunder startled out, causing you to jump slightly.

“Babe, you okay?” He called, getting up. “Ow fuc-” he groans, probably stepping on one of the little pieces.

“I’m fine,” you get up, walking to the kitchen to get your phone off the table. It wasn’t pitch black, you can still make your way around the house so you searched through the kitchen cupboards for some candles, anything that can give you light for the time being.

Erling had gone quiet, you were about to turn around to see where he was but a hand on your shoulder caused you to drop your phone and let out a scream.

“It’s just me,” he laughed and you smacked his arm.

“What the fuck man! God, you are so- ugh.”

You sit at the table, phone back in hand as you called the power company. They finally get to your call after an hour on hold and let you know that the power won’t be turning back on until tomorrow morning.

The phone dropped on the table, your head tipped back as you groaned.

Erling reaches for the candles on the top shelf and lights them, setting them on the table. He sits across from you quietly, the two of you listening to the rain until the sound stops, the last flash of lighting strikes and it goes quiet.

He looks out the window and back at you, the soft orange glow of the candle light reflecting off of your skin. “I should head out,” he says, pulling your focus to him.

“What?”

“The rain.. it stopped. You said leave when it’s done raining.” He reminds you, standing up.

“Oh.. right, yeah. Okay, go ahead.”

Erling kisses your head when he walks past you, telling you to call him if you needed anything but you ignored him, still holding out on being upset even though you weren’t anymore.

The door shuts, you move from your spot at the dining room table to the couch but before you could sit down, the doorbell rings again. “What?” You shouted, walking over to see what he wanted.

He smiles at you when you open the door, pointing to the tree that’s fallen and blocked the driveway. “I’m stuck.”

“Use that viking strength of yours and push it away.” You shut the door again and went back to the couch.

You felt a bit bad, the guilt of him sitting out in the rain sunk in, even more so seeing that you had nothing to distract you. You pulled yourself off the couch and opened the door again, assuming you’d see his car on and him in it but it was off, the driveway was dark and the tree was still there.

“Erling?!” You shouted in the emptiness, “where are you?!”

There’s no answer but what are you supposed to do? Stand out in the rain or maybe go looking for him in the dark?

You shut the door, turning back around to see him sitting at the kitchen table.

“WHAT THE FUCK ERLING?!” You screamed, your heart jumping out of your body momentarily. You let out a breath, hand pressed to your chest. “How the hell did you get in here?”

“The back door was open.”

“Why are you lurking at the back- wait, it was unlocked?” Your brows furrowed, looking towards the back door.

Erling nodded, “yeah, I wasn’t lurking though. I went to check if the generator would turn on.”

“And it did?” You wrapped the blanket from the couch around yourself.

Erling looked up at the light that’s yet to turn on. “I mean, obviously not.”

It was freezing in the cabin, considering that the power had shut off and it was raining, it only made it colder.

“C’mere,” Erling calls for you, his arms opened as he waits for you to come cuddle up next to him. You shook your head, waddling your way to the bedroom. Your boyfriend follows you, watching as you dropped on the bed and pulled the comforter up on top of you.

You can feel the cold running up your spine, the cold air creeping along your skin despite the two blankets and the giant man in the room lifting the blanket wasn’t helping.

“What are you doing?” You grumbled, not turning around.

Erling slipped into bed next to you, pulling you flat against his chest. His body was like a heater, the man wrapping his arms around you and kissing your shoulder before fixing the blanket.

You tried to wiggle away but he held you firmly in place. “You can stay mad but I'm not letting you freeze.”

You let your boyfriend hold you, simply because it's cold and not because you were mad at yourself for being mad at him for no reason. At some point, the two of you must've dozed off.

The lights were what woke you up; bright white lights shining down on you from the ceiling and the fact that the curtains were still open didn't help your eyes that were now adjusting to being open again.

There’s some heavy on you, you can’t even pull yourself up and you’re almost certain you know what it is. You look down to find your giant of a boyfriend on top of you. His arm tossed over your hip, face smooshed against your stomach as he snored quietly.

You smiled, forgetting all about last night as you pulled the hair tie from his hair. He stirred, settling moments later when you passed your hand through his hair. Your fingers rubbed along his scalp, massaging his head.

“Morning,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your stomach. He kicked the blanket off of him, “it's hot.”

“Power turned back on.”

He shifts, laying beside you and pulling you into his side. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“Mhm hm, I know.” Your fingers dragged along his shirt. Erling looked down at you, “are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Sorry,” he says, like it's obvious.

“No,” you joked, smiling at him. Erling knows you were, you don’t really do emotions or say sorry but he knows you are.

He laughs, kissing your forehead.“Shall we go get breakfast?”

You groan, burying your face in his side. “We have to take two cars.” “Oh and move the tree.” He reminds you, making you groan again.

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damiansgoodgirll · 9 months

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erling haaland giving reader a neck massage and him getting turned on when she moans , it doesn’t have to be a smut hahaha

erling haaland x reader

tw : implied smut but not really

stress reliever

“come here baby” your boyfriend erling called you.

“i can’t” you were currently laying on the floor, full of books and notes to study as you had your last exam in a couple of days. but you felt like your head was going to explode and you couldn’t take more reading but you knew you had to go through it.

“i’m serious baby, come here or i’m gonna get you in one way or another” erling said. he was laying on the bed scrolling through instagram but he definitely saw how tired and desperate you were and he knew he had to do something.

“okay…” you knew a 10 minutes break was more than needed so you gave up and laid next to erling.

it was nice finally lay on something warm and comfortable that wasn’t the bedroom floor.

“turn around…” erling said as he positioned himself between your legs.

“i’m not in the mood” you said. sex was the last thing on your mind.

“i know, i just want to help you relax a little” he didn’t even think about sex. he just saw how stresses you were that he wanted to help you release the tension a little.

his hands went to move your hair out of your neck and he gently lifted your t-shirt up. his movements were delicate and soft. he gently kissed your neck and your shoulders and he went to unclap your bra too.

“take a deep breath and relax for me baby, you’re too tense” he said as his hands began to work on your neck. he was massaging it, going between soft rubs and kisses. then his hands moved over your shoulders and he felt how rigid you were “take deep breaths baby” and you did as he told.

his hands gently worked on your shoulders and you couldn’t help but let out some soft whimpers. if someone had to ask you, this was much better than sex.

“you like this?” he asked amused by your reaction.

you simply nodded.

his hands went on your back and he found your soft spot because you moaned a little. you didn’t mean to but you were feeling to good. and he knew he had to work mainly on that spot.

so he massaged and gently stroked it, scratched it and rubbed it.

you moaned again and again and again.

there was nothing sexual in it but you were feeling too good.

erling was hard. he got hard by simply listening to you moaning.

“erling…” you called him.

“yes baby?”

“i can feel your dick in my ass” you laughed.

“shit…” he said and you couldn’t help laughing more. he was so hard it was almost painful but you were his first thought so he pretended he was fine and continued working on your shoulders and back.

eventually your moans stopped as you were falling asleep.

you felt erling moving from your body but you didn’t want him to leave.

“where are you going?” you asked as he carefully lifted a warm blanket over your body.

“uhm…im going to take care of this…” he said giving you a soft kiss on the lips and leaving for the bathroom.

with that embarrassing and funny imagine in your head you fell asleep, comforted by the warm blanket and erling’s perfume that was all over the bed.

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footballandfics · 1 year

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my sweet monster

request: your friends not liking your new boyfriend.

pair: erling haaland x reader

"what's that on your waist?" your friend asks you surprised with the bruise on your waist.

"oh i accidentally hit myself with the kitchen counter when i was half asleep two days ago".

"really? not your giant boyfriend doing" she looks at you suspiciously.

"no of course not, where is this came from?" you ask her, surprised with what she was accusing your sweet boyfriend.

"be forreal , your boyfriend is taller than anyone i know and he's so much bigger than you" she's right but even with all that he is the sweetest boyfriend you could ask for.

"you be forreal you know how much of a clumsy person i am, erling is the sweetest person i'll ever know, he treats me like i could break from any touch" you don't like how people always assume the worst about erling, sure he's a giant compared to most people, however that doesn't mean he treats you roughly.

"fine i'm just worried about my tiny friend and how she's dating a monster, how do you even handle him?" teasing you now .

"stop, looks can be deceiving you know, he's a softie" you push her shoulder and get up from the couch.

"i have to leave, some soft monster is waiting for me" you hug her and collect your stuff.

"be safe, don't let him eat you up" she teases one last time.

you get home and the house is quiet that must means haaland is having some nap.

going up to the bedroom and you were right he's sleeping and hugging your pillow, so you lay down behind and hug him.

he opens up his eyes and smiles when he sees your face "you're home finally"

"i missed you so i came back as fast as possible" he turns to you and kisses you sweetly then turn back again.

"be the big spoon?" he asks you and closes his eyes again.

"sure" you giggle and wrap your arms around him and play with his hair and soon both of you go to sleep.

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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

Me, as a person with big 🍒 I say yes to this!

tw : smut, you must be 18+ to read this!

Erling Haaland x reader

Cherries

Growing up you always felt insecure about your body. You’ve always seen petite girls with small boobs and a flat chest and you were so jealous you couldn’t have that. You were too young to understand but boys used to call you a whore just because you had more boobs than your friends. They used to make not so funny jokes that always made you uncomfortable and self conscious about your look.

But when you met Erling everything changed. He was so in love with you, all of you. Your mind, your personality, your kindness, your energy, your look, your body, your eyes, your boobs. Especially your boobs.

He always told you how much he loved your chest, his personal cherries as he would say. He helped you gaining your confidence back, especially when you were naked, knowing that having big natural boobs meant also that they were heavy and they weren’t stuck in position as they were supposed to and you always felt so insecure about that. But he simply loves them.

He taught you so many things. About your breast. Taught you how to valorise them when you dress, taught you how to take care of them when you were on your period, taught you how you could pleasure him using only your boobs and how he could pleasure you with just his hands on them.

One night after training he couldn’t wait to go back home and spend all evening with his head on your chest.

“Hello my love” he said once he opened the door.

“Hi baby” you said from the couch. You were currently wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and you were watching some crime documentary on netflix.

He sat next to you in just two seconds.

You already knew what he wanted but you loved teasing him a bit so you pretended to be clueless and continued watching the documentary.

After a few minutes he became more insufferable and all he wanted to do was having his face on your boobs.

“Babe…” he called you and you looked from the TV to him.

“What?” you asked him.

“You know what…please” he begged and you loved hearing him beg.

“You have to speak up baby…I can’t read minds” you joked a bit and that only irritated him more.

“Please…” he said turning off the documentary you were watching and throwing the remote on the other side of the room. His hands grabbed your hips and helped you laying down on the couch, in a more comfortable position.

He removed your t-shirt and bra in just two seconds and his huge hands went straight touching your boobs. You left a soft whisper, sign you were getting slight turned on.

“How I missed my cherries. My babies” he said while his hands continued massaging your breast, his fingers slowly touching your nipples just to tease you more.

He took his time, watching how your face was contoured by pleasure. Your eyes closed and your lips between your teeth.

He took your left nipple in his mouth, gently sucking and biting it. Your soft moans became a bit more louder.

After a minute he switched nipple, doing the same to your right one.

“Please baby…” you moaned.

“What?” he teased you and he knew how much you hated when he did it but he just couldn’t help it.

“Touch me…there” you told him and he smirked at you. Removing your leggings and underwear in just one swift move, his fingers brushed gently over your clit but you were already so sensitive that you couldn’t contain your moans.

His middle finger pressed gently against your clit while his lips were back on your boobs, biting, leaving marks and sucking every inch of skin he could find.

It didn’t took you too long for you to cum with a silent scream, tears on the corner of your eyes from the over sensitive pleasure and Erling who wouldn’t leave your nipples.

“Baby…too much” you told him and he looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Another one?” he asked you but you had no energy for an other orgasm.

“Tomorrow…I promise you…I’m too sensitive now…” you said softly and he gave you a reassuring smile.

“Okay baby let me help you…” he said while standing up and getting a warm washcloth from the bathroom and one of his hoodies that you loved.

He cleaned you and out some cream on your breast, admiring his work of art, your skin turning slightly purple, his teeth still present on your flesh and your nipples becoming more sensitive and red from every touch.

Once he was done he put his hoodie on you and let you rest on his chest.

It was his time to help you relax now.

He put a blanket around your bodies and, while he turned on the TV again you dozed off to sleep. He smiled looking at you thinking about how much lucky he had been for finding someone like you.

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dontexpectmuch · 1 year

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masterlist:

generally, my requests are always open, however i do not write any smut, please respect this rule. thank you for reading :)

jude bellingham

the first „i love you“ pt.2

relationship habits pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

gossip queen judeth

road-trip

skincare time

break up

kisses all over you

after an argument with your parents

partner in crime, apple to my pie

silent treatment

dating someone that’s older pt.2

late night work

stay at home nurse

first snow

couple’s tattoo

sick judeth

moving on pt.2

a crush that isn’t you

after practice things

clingy judeth pt.2

sleep struggles

your own family

himbo bee eff

tea time

make out sesh

annoying jude

barbie time

sleepy s/o

bio lesson

kpop concert

rollercoaster

boba date

fair games

touches w jude

dance class

so sick

lego bouquet

exams

jungkook

calvin klein ad

jobes match

lost in madird - mini series

jamal musiala

couple’s yoga

clingy jamal

attending his game

crushing on each other but not being able to confess pt.2

dating someone that’s older

long distance relationship

studying for an exam

catching feelings

pedri gonzalez

meeting the family

cheater

pablo gavira

liking his arms

others

benjamin pavard - late night cuddles

benjamin pavard - late night dancing

erling haaland - relationship habits

mason mount - relationship habits

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fallinforerling · 11 months

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the pinterest board - eh

A/N: this is so silly and stupid, i love it so much. i dunno why i thought about this, but my pinterest boards for erling are very specific, and yes, i do have a board for his short hair era. i still miss it. love you guys xx

ೃ⁀➷ erling’s masterlist

ೃ⁀➷ erling's taglist

ೃ⁀➷ masterlist

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

It was unusually quiet around the house, and Erling wondered what could be causing that. There weren't many moments throughout the day where you weren’t doing some type of activity that caused noise. From playing music, to cooking or practicing your pronunciation in Norwegian, you were always making your presence known.

So when he finally arrived from practice, it felt odd to find a very silent living room, with no sight of you anywhere. He peeked through the kitchen door, hoping to find you with your headphones on, but it was as empty as the previous room. Then he thought that maybe you went out, but you rarely did that without giving him a heads up.

So where were you?

“Baby?!” He shouted, still not getting any response.

He was starting to get worried. While making his way to the bedroom, he got his phone to call you. Only when he reached the door, he realize he did heard your voice. And you were giggling. But it wasn’t your usual laugh; it sounded like the giggly laugh you made when he kissed you behind the ear or when you saw him shirtless.

You were giggling because you liked whatever the hell was happening.

Of course he wasn’t thinking about cheating or anything related to that matter, but something clicked in his brain. He made sure to open the door as quietly as possible, sticking his head just enough to see you resting flat on your stomach, seeming to scroll through your phone.

Your smile was so big and mesmerizing that he took a moment to openly stare at you, finding your happiness contagious. It lasted a few seconds, because you giggled again and then he remembered wanting to find out what you were looking at.

“What are you doing?” He murmured, smiling when you visibly jumped on the spot. You turned and smiled at him, but your eyes were full of panic as one of your hands hid the phone deep into the pillows.

“Babe! Hey, I didn’t see you there. How was practice?” You fixed your hair behind your ears, something that you only did when you were nervous. You were hiding something. And now he was determined to find out what. “Wanna have some dinner? I prepared that liver you like so much.”

“Sure, sure. Thank you, honey.” He discarded his training bag on the floor, still standing at the door. “What were you watching?” The playful smile never left his face as he leaned on the doorframe, not letting you get out.

“Me? Nothing—I was just, you know, checking out Pinterest. Typical stuff! Anyways, back to the liver? Pretty well seasoned, let’s go make it! My big guy needs to eat!” You let a nervous laugh out, hitting his arm with no actual force. You were so nervous, it was killing him.

“I’m sorry, baby. Don’t hate me for what I’m about to do, okay?”

You seemed confused for a few seconds, and that was enough for him to grab you by the waist and practically kick you out of the room. He made sure to quickly lock the door, making a little run to the bed to get your phone before it was too late. He could hear your muffled screams as you banged on the door, begging him to stop being so noisy.

The problem was that the noisy monster he is today was created by you.

Once he got a grab on your phone, he thanked every god available that it was still unlocked. As he stared at the screen, his mouth opened in a silent laugh as his thumb kept scrolling through the content. There were hundreds of photos of him at literally every stage of his career. Then, he noticed that you didn’t lie about the Pinterest thing. There were boards dedicated solely to him. Once he had finally seen it all, he opened the door, still laughing a bit as you stared at him with hatred.

“Seriously, baby?” He still held your phone at his face level, so you weren’t able to reach it. “Short-haired Erling? There’s a specific board for that point of my life?”

“Give me my phone back!” You said instead, taking it roughly from his hands. “And yes, I have a Pinterest board for photos of you with short hair, so what? You looked stunning.” You turned around, and started to walk towards the kitchen.

“Hey! What’s wrong with my long hair?” He touched the man-bun he had going on hesitantly, following you. “You don’t like it?”

Then it was your turn to laugh as you turned again to face him.

“Of course I do.”

“Oh, but you don’t love it.” He didn’t even know why it offended him so much. “You don’t like it enough to make a Pinterest board. huh? Are you trying to say that I don’t look stunning in it?”

“Oh, c’mon! I didn’t say that!”

“But you’re not denying it!” He was getting worked up for no apparent reason, but it was mortifying to think that his own girlfriend didn’t like his hairstyle. “That’s it— I’m chopping it off!”

“Erling! It’s not that big of a deal! You do look stunning with long hair!”

But he didn’t let go for at least another two hours. Dinner got forgotten as he went off about how you loved his past-self more than his current one. You had to make sure to create a new Pinterest board with recent photos of him in front of him, and just after that, he seemed convinced enough that you liked the long hair as much as his short hair phase.

Talk about unnecessary drama queens.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ * ERLING’S TAGLIST

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riahollywood · 1 year

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could I request something where it’s your time of month and you accidentally get blood on erling’s bedding and you’re scared he’ll be angry but he just wants to look after you? 🥹 ty x

warning: mentions of a toxic ex and blood!

you silently cursed to yourself as you were awoken by a sharp stabbing pain in your lower tummy. you could’ve only been asleep for a couple of hours after struggling to get off to sleep with the excruciating pains, but had eventually managed to drift off wrapped up in erling’s arms and clenching a hot water bottle to your body.

shifting your legs slightly to try and get comfy, you mumbled a quiet and frustrated ‘oh no’ to yourself as you felt the all too familiar wetness through to your pyjama shorts.

you managed to wriggle your way out of erling’s grip. he was in a deep slumber and hummed to himself before turning over. you breathed a sigh of relief, at least you didn’t have to deal with him.

you pulled back the sheets and scampered across to the en-suite after grabbing some fresh clothes to change into. you tried to be as quiet as possible to not awake erling but it was proving to be a difficult task as you ran the tap and flushed the toilet. you just hoped he was so tired out from training the previous day that he would still be snoring away.

you opened the en-suite door and your heart dropped when you saw erling sat up in bed, rubbing at his tired eyes.

“baby…” he spoke, a look of concern plastered across his face.

the light from the en-suite shone out into the bedroom and as you walked over to the bed you noticed a pool of blood on the white bed sheets.

you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. you had only been seeing each other for a few months. with you suffering from bad periods every month, erling had been nothing but an absolute sweetheart, buying you chocolate and ice cream, making sure you had a hot water bottle at all times and giving you extra cuddles. but a bad experience with an ex boyfriend had left you scarred after one evening you accidentally got blood on his shorts and he went crazy at you.

it was because of this that you stood there frozen, looking at the blood on erling’s crisp white bedding that probably cost hundreds. you felt your throat close up and tears prickling at your eyes.

he scooted forwards on the bed so he could reach out to you, dangerously close to the blood that he was seemingly unphased about as he reached a hand out.

you still couldn’t help but think the worst.

“sweetheart, come here.” he beconded you to come into his arms but you still stood frozen. had he not seen the blood?

“i’m so sorry… i… i didn’t realise…” you muttered out, glancing over to the crimson stain and bracing yourself for the shouting that you were sure was to come.

erling shook his head. here we go, you thought.

you were surpised by what he did next.

he got up off the bed and scooped you up into his arms before sitting back down onto the bed against the headboard, with you on his lap.

“are you okay? are you all sorted, do you need me to get you anything?” you searched his voice for sarcasm but it seemed he was being genuine. you were confused.

“i’m really sorry, i-i’ll replace the sheets.” you mustered out, a tear now slipping down your cheek.

“shh, darling stop saying sorry. you have nothing to apologise for.” he rested his forehead against yours to make sure you knew he really meant it.

“but… i’ve ruined your sheets .” you spoke softly, avoiding his gaze.

he used his finger to tilt your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“baby it’s just a bit of blood… these things happen, i can buy more sheets. all I’m concerned about is you and if you’re okay.”

your eyes lit up at his words.

“really?” you asked, sniffling as you tried to wipe away the few tears that had now fallen.

he took a moment to take in your reaction. “did you think I would be angry with you?”

you shrugged. “well… yeah.”

all he did was bring you in closer to his chest, tightening his grip around you.

“baby, i would never be mad at you for something like that… never.” he kissed the top of your head and you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, feeling relieved. he wondered if this had happened to you before, perhaps with an ex who had not been so nice about it. the thought made erling grip you even tighter as he peppered as few more kisses to your face.

he brushed those thoughts to the back of his head. you were safe with him, he would never shout at you or do anything to scare you. all he wanted to do was look after you.

“what do you say i run you a nice hot bubble bath, you relax, i’ll get us some clean sheets and then we have the biggest cuddles ever?”

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dreamonseems · 1 year

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hii, if you are open to more writing about dad!erling, i have a request/idea?¿

maybe like, their son is maybe 1.5 years old/2 and is already aware to recognize erling and stuff like that, so one night, when erling is having a game and you and son stay home, baby cant fall asleep until erling is there, so y/n and baby just walk around their apartment waiting for erling to return and all of them sleep together in their bed🤭🫶

Baby's Wish

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Baby Ragnar can't sleep without Daddy Erling.

I love writing about dad Erling 🥺💓

Ragnar had recently celebrated his second birthday, and he had become the ultimate daddy's boy. With his striking blue eyes and a crown of bright blonde hair, he was a mirror image of Erling, his father. It was almost comical how little he resembled Y/N, and she would playfully tease about how disrespectful it was for her to carry Ragnar for nine months, only for him to emerge from the womb looking like a spitting image of his dad.

Ragnar was an incredibly energetic and curious little bundle of joy. He had an insatiable thirst for exploration, always eager to discover the world around him. But amidst all his adventures, he remained deeply attached to Erling. Their bond was unbreakable. It was no surprise when Ragnar's first word rolled off his tiny lips, and it was "Dada." The sheer adoration in his eyes whenever he laid eyes on his father was undeniable.

Erling's heart would swell with pride and love every time he heard his son call out to him. It was as if Ragnar had chosen Erling to be his ultimate hero and guide in life. The connection between father and son was a testament to the special bond they shared.

Y/N would watch in awe as Ragnar followed his father around, mimicking his every move and hanging onto his every word. She couldn't help but be filled with both amusement and affection at the sight of her little family. Ragnar's unwavering attachment to Erling was a beautiful reflection of the love and care that his father bestowed upon him.

But Days like these were particularly challenging ever since Ragnar became more aware and deeply attached to Erling. Y/N found herself grappling with the difficulty of explaining to their young son why his beloved father wasn't always present, especially during training sessions or when he had matches to play.

It became even more challenging during bedtime, as Ragnar preferred to have his daddy put him to sleep. Tonight was one of those nights.

Erling had an important match scheduled, and Y/N and Ragnar watched the game fervently from the comfort of their home. Ragnar's eyes were glued to the television screen, his little face lighting up with excitement as he recognized his daddy's familiar face among the players.

Y/N couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable, witnessing the pure joy and connection Ragnar felt towards his father.

However, when it came time for Ragnar's bedtime routine, everything changed. The usually calm and peaceful transition to sleep turned into a tearful ordeal. Ragnar cried out for his Dada, his tiny voice filled with longing and sadness.

Y/N's heart shattered at the sight of her baby, his messy curly hair tousled and wild, tears streaming down his face as he desperately called out for his daddy.

"It's okay, sunshine. Daddy will be home soon," Y/N whispered, holding Ragnar close in her arms, trying her best to console him. However, the tears and calls for Erling showed no signs of ceasing. Y/N knew that she needed to find a way to ease Ragnar's heartache and longing.

Making a decision in the moment, Y/N gently suggested to Ragnar, "Let's take a walk around the house and wait for Daddy to come home. Maybe we can see the stars together and make a wish for him." She knew it might provide a temporary distraction and help Ragnar feel closer to Erling, even in his absence.

With tears still glistening in his eyes, Ragnar nodded, his tiny hand grasping Y/N's tightly. They walked hand in hand, exploring the familiar corners of their home. She told him little stories and gave him little tickles, making his laugh fill the house, as they patiently waited for Erling's return.

Y/N hoped that the gentle rhythm of their steps and the love that enveloped them would provide solace to Ragnar's tender heart, reassuring him that his father would be back soon.

As the night progressed and the moon cast its gentle glow, Ragnar's tears slowly subsided. His trust in his mother and the anticipation of Erling's arrival provided a glimmer of comfort. They stood together, looking up at the starry sky, their hearts intertwined, sending their wishes into the night.

And just as Y/N's words had promised, Erling eventually returned home, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. The moment Ragnar caught sight of his daddy's tired but smiling face, his eyes lit up with pure delight. Running into Erling's arms, he finally found the solace and warmth he had been yearning for.

Y/N watched the tender reunion, her heart brimming with gratitude and love. In that moment, she knew that even on the hardest days, their family's bond would always prevail.

"What are you still doing up, my little mischief-maker?" Erling chuckled, scooping up his son into his arms. Ragnar's face lit up upon seeing his beloved father, and he mumbled, "Dada, dada home, miss dada," making grabby hands at Erling's face and showering him with sloppy kisses.

Erling's heart swelled with joy as he watched his son, his eyes shimmering with pride and affection. Ragnar's words melted away any remnants of exhaustion Erling might have felt. His presence had been sorely missed, and he knew just how much his little boy longed for him.

Y/N approached the pair, a smile gracing her face as she witnessed the heartwarming scene. She joined them, pressing a gentle kiss on Erling's cheek. "He couldn't sleep. He cried for you," she said, her voice filled with warmth and love.

Erling tightened his embrace, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by his precious family. There was an indescribable sense of contentment that washed over him, as if the world outside their cocoon no longer mattered.

Nothing else in the world could compare to this moment, where he was at home, embraced by the love of his wife and the adoration of his son.

"Let's go to bed then," Erling suggested, his voice filled with tenderness and determination. With his arms wrapped securely around Y/N and Ragnar, he led them towards their cozy haven, their sanctuary of dreams, and shared moments. As they settled down, intertwining their bodies and hearts, a profound sense of peace washed over them.

In the quiet embrace of the night, Erling whispered softly, "I love you both more than words can express." It was a simple declaration, yet it held the weight of a thousand promises, a testament to the depth of his devotion.

Y/N nestled closer to Erling, their love radiating within the warmth of their shared embrace. Ragnar, his eyes heavy with sleep, nestled against his father's chest, finding solace in the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat.

With a gentle sigh and a heart overflowing with gratitude, they surrendered to the serenity of the night, knowing that in each other's arms, they were home. The world outside might have its demands and challenges, but in this sanctuary of love, they found respite and strength.

As sleep finally claimed them, their dreams entwined, painting a picture of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless joy. Together, they embarked on this journey, united in their bond, ready to face whatever adventures awaited them.

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femme4ngel · 1 year

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can you pleaseee do a story about haaland being insecure about something while looking at himself in the mirror and y/n enters the room and comforts him then they end up making out

i hv an exam tomorrow but this inspired me hope u like it <3

erling haaland x fem reader

it wasn’t like him to feel down at all. usually he felt full of power and confidence, he believed in himself and couldn’t care less about what others said about him. he was the strong, norwegian viking after all.

but today was different and you noticed it. he did poorly in the match and although city still won, he’s rating was low and his failed shots were posted all over the internet. you felt his sadness and disappointment, the way he walked out of the changing room, the way his usual bright smile faded away. he could take all the criticism about the way he played, he could take it when it was about his talent or the lack of it, but he couldn’t deal with criticism about his looks. you told him not to go on instagram, to not open comments but he couldn’t stop himself. he sat in the changing room for a good 30 minutes scrolling nonstop, every rude comment, every mean word about his face seeping into his mind. he suddenly felt small and uncomfortable in his own skin, and all he craved was your touch and kind words. you noticed immediately as he walked besides you on your way to the car, his fingers holding tightly onto yours, his golden hair laying on his shoulders, his eyes fixated on the floor. he needed soft touches and sweet words whispered into his ears, a hug and kisses all over his cheeks.

and you knew exactly how to make him feel better, how to make the sad pout disappear from his face.

- hey baby what about a bath when we get home? i got a new bathbomb yesterday, its strawberry and vanilla scented. - you look over at him in the car, his eyes are sad and his fingers viciously gripping the wheel but he seems to like your idea a lot, his face lighting up, his cheeks blushing.

you took baths together whenever either of you was feeling down, the bubbles, the relaxation of the warm water and the closeness of your bodies cheering you up instantly. so as soon as you get home you tell him to go and get out of his clothes and wait for a little in the bedroom while you start the bath and collect all the stuff you want to put into it. you eventually gather all of your things, and with the bathbombs and gels in your hand return to the bedroom. you find your boyfriend staring at himself in the mirror, theres a frustrated look spreading across his beautiful features, his eyebrows are furrowed. he looks like he might start crying and you feel your heart breaking by the sight. you walk up to him, hugging him from behind, your smaller frame disappearing into his. your fingers are running up and down on his torso, caressing his skin, drawing circles on his waist. your cheek is resting against his back, hes warm and he smells like him. like erling, like soap and grass and his lingering parfume. you want him to know how beautiful he is, how his touch lights your skin up, how his eyes mesmerize you, how it feels to call him yours.

- can we take the bath and then watch a dumb movie? im so tired, im sorry..- he asks, theres some shame in his voice as he stares at his reflection.

- of course baby, lets go, i think the water is already perfect.- you grab his hand as you guide him to the bathroom, holding him close and tight, wanting to show him how beautiful he truly is.

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nosugarallspice · 3 months

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Hey I have an idea for a story :) could u do a Erling Haaland smut, where he is kind of shy and careful to touch y/n‘s body, because how small and sensitive she is compared to him?

Sure! // I hope you like it <3

Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 385

“Is this okay?” Erling asked as he hovered over you. Both of his arms resting on the sides of your head to help support himself.

“Perfect.” You smiled, leaning up to kiss him, your hands snuck up his back, pulling him down against you.”

“Y/n.” Erling warned, looking at you.

“Don’t worry,“ you whispered, cupping his face in your hands and leaning up “you won’t break me.” You giggled before kissing him, again.

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“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Erling moaned, his massive hands grabbing onto your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you.

He remembered to be gentle, taking his time with you, easing you into things. It took a few minutes for you to adjust to him but once you were comfortable, he wouldn’t let go, he was going to ruin you, and that’s exactly what you wanted.

He towered over you completely, compared to him, you were extremely tiny, but the size difference was everything to you.

“You like this, don’t you?” He murmurs, his arm extending and gripping the headboard, driving deeper and harder into you.

“Yes.” You moan, staring up at him, your tiny hands resting on his lower back, digging deep.

Erling’s eyes watched, completely mesmerized by you, by the way your tits bounced with each thrust, the way your eyes flutter shut and your lips part as you moan.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Erling whispers, his face buried in the crook of your neck, continuing to rock his hips against yours. His hand slid down your leg, pushing it against him.

“Yeah?” You moan, arching your back, pushing your bare chest against his. Your hand now tangled in his hair tugging gently. You could feel him nodding against your skin.

“Been wanting to have you like this, for a while now.” Erling moans as his cock goes deeper inside you, the tip brushing against your sweet spot.

“Erling.” You whimper, your cunt squeezing him.

His hips began to move faster, slamming against you. The headboard slightly hitting against the wall. “I know, love.” He kisses your shoulder, rutting into you as his release approaches.

Your moans became more consistent as your orgasm took over, tightening your grip on him as you cried out his name.

Erling followed along, releasing his load deep inside you.

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erling9haaland · 8 months

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I have a cute idea for an Erling imagine pleaaase 🥰Maybe a insta au… I’m a sucker for rivalry romances so She plays for Man United women’s team and are always joking in each others comments and then people find out they’re a couple and they announce it? Bonus for height difference 🥵🤤

Fake rivalry

Erling haaland x reader!roy Keanes daughter

Summary: what the request says I thought it would make the rivalry “more interesting” by making the reader Roy keanes daughter because I love him so much 😭and because he’s Irish the reader will be playing for irelands national team

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Y/n.keane

Liked by: manunited,erlinghaaland and 123,000 others

Can’t wait to get back to work with my club after internationals with my country 🫶🏻

Y/n.lover: internationals was fun but I can’t wait to see you in red again ❤️

manunited: once a red always a red

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Erlinghaaland: unlucky with internationals but I know you’ll come back harder than before

Y/n.keane replied to Erlinghaaland: thank you, looking forward to the new season

Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.keane: even if it’s in red 🙄

Y/n.keane replied to Erlinghaaland: oh shush, your just jealous because I’m not at city 🤫

Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.keane: your to good for man utd x

y/n.keane replied to Erlinghaaland: perhaps I’ll go to Real Madrid instead 🤨

Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.keane: you know what I meant x

Ella.toone: very excited to see you again and start the new season girly

Liked by y/n.keane

user12: @erlinghaaland what are you doing here

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Old Trafford, Manchester

“Y/n that’s all we will need from you right now, can you just wait in the other room until your dad has done his shoot and then we can possibly do a father and daughter thing after” Mary said to you camera in hand flipping through the photos she had just take of you in the new Manchester United third kit

“Of course that’s okay Mary, I’ll see you in a few minutes” you said waving and saying a quick goodbye to your dad as you walked out of the shooting room

To spare yourself some time you decided to walk around old Trafford for a short while and admire the place you practically grew up in

Since your dad was the infamous Roy Keane, captain of man United for 8 years and a well known club legend, it’s safe to say since the day you were born this stadium was your second home, it went from walking around at the age of 6 while your dad was training with the likes of Gary Neville and David Beckham to you making it to the first team and most of the staff members already knowing who you were because of your dad but also when you joined the academy when you were 16 years old

Suddenly you were pulled out of your thoughts when a hand wrapped itself around your mouth and a strong arm pulled you into a vip room, your first instinct was to scream but when you made it into the room and the man took his hat off you were met with a head of long blonde hair

“Erling, you shouldn’t be here and what are you wearing” you said with a shocked expression on your face, your 6’5 Nordic boyfriend was stud in front of you in a man United staff uniform all you wanted to do was admire him not seeing him for such a long time had taken a tole on the both of you so when he pulled you into a hug all you could think of was how tiny you must look with your small frame completely covered and protected by his strong arms and his muscular body

“Well it’s nice to see you to darling” he said with a smirk on his face

“Erling do you know what my dad will do if he sees you-“ but before you could finish he cut you off

“ that’s why I’m in this hideous outfit to help me blend in, I just really wanted to see you because I missed you. You went to Ireland for international but when you came back to Manchester you didn’t come and see me and you didn’t this photoshoot” Erling said looking like a kicked puppy

“Oh baby I’m so sorry, I’ve just been so caught up in everything” you said putting you hands onto his cheeks to cup his face and pulling him down into a deep kiss. Erling sitting down in the chair behind him and placing you onto his lap to make access to you easier

However this passionate moment between the both of you was soon interrupted by the ringing of your phone “oh shit its my dad” you said getting up of Erlings lap and quickly answering

“Hey dad” you said

“Hi sweetie, Mary said she needs you back to do some more photos”

While you and your dads conversation continued you could feel Erling placing small kisses on the base of your neck, being careful not to leave any marks that would give your secret away. Before he knew it the phone call was over and he had to leave you

“Erling Baby” you said detaching your body from his

“Yes” he answered

“I love you” you said with a smile while placing a kiss on his nose

“I love you too, you better be getting back to your dad or he’ll come looking for you” Erling said hugging you one more time while you placed your head in his neck mumbling something about seeing him at his place that night

“Erling” you said before moving out of the hug Before you left however you did want to tease him a small amount before you met him later

“Yes love”

“Don’t forget the hat of your favourite team” you places the black cap that had a man United crest on his head giggling before looking at him up and down, this was his outfit ( a long man United zip up coat and a hat)

“Your so annoying you know that right” he let out a small laugh

“You love me” you said before leaving him alone in the box

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Y/n.keane:

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kit of champions, once a devil always a devil

Ft: my dad, since he didn’t want to upload to his Instagram account

manunitedWomens:😍📸

manunited: Champions of the premier league 🔜

roy.keane replied to manunited: damn right

Y/n.keane replied to roy.keane: so you’ll comment but not post

Roy.keane replied to y/n.keane: yes 😀

Y/n.keane replied to roy.keane: I’m surprised you know how to do that

Roy.keane replied to y/n.keane: 🖕🏻

Y/n.keane replied to Roy.keane: 🫢

Erlinghaaland: beautiful x

Y/n.keane replied to Erlinghaaland: I’ll make sure to tell pep that

Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.keane: you know I meant you

Y/n.Keane replied to Erlinghaaland: mhm sure, I think it was about the kit

Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.keane: I forgot how annoying you are

Y/n.Keane replied to Erlinghaaland: you love me

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Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.keane: possibly

Y/n.keane replied to Erlinghaaland: what

Jackgrealish: @Erlinghaaland ,@y/n.keane I’m 100% telling pep about this 😂

Erlinghaaland: WAIT JACK NO

Y/n.keane: JACK WAIT PLEASE

User14: what on Earth is going on in the House of Commons

User1: replied to user14: I don’t know but I kind of ship it

Y/n.Keane added to their story:

Y/n.Keane:

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I think we’ve been hiding for a long time my love and I think it’s time we stop hiding our love for each other.(and not because my dad definitely didn’t find my tweet) my love, these last few years have been amazing and I definitely have learned a lot but something I will always know is that I love love Erling xx@erlinghaaland

Erlinghaaland: ❤️❤️

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Jackgrealish: so who are you supporting during the Manchester derby

Y/n.Keane replied to Jackgrealish: I’m not going to answer that question

Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.Keane: I mean you wore my jersey when we won the treble

Jackgrealish replied to Erlinghaaland: WAIT YOU TWO WERE TOGETHER WHEN WE WON THE TREBLE

Y/n.Keane replied to Jackgrealish: yes jack

Jackgrealish replied to y/n.Keane: what else have you been hiding from my @erlinghaaland

Erlinghaaland replied to Jackgrealish: a lot like y/ns joining Man City

Jackgrealish replied to Erlinghaaland: WAIT REALLY

Y/n.Keane replied to Jackgrealish: no jack I’m not

Ella.toone: well I was not expecting that today

User14: I wonder how Roy thinks about this

Roy.Keane: @erlinghaaland do you love y/n

Erlinghaaland replied to Roy.Keane: yes sir I do, more than anyone will know

Roy.Keane replied to Erlinghaaland: hurt my girl and I’ll break your legs, you hear me

Erlinghaaland replied to Roy.Keane: yes sir, I wouldn’t dream of hurting her

Roy.Keane replied to Erlinghaaland: good to hear

User14: well that answered my question

Erlingxy/n: I think it answered most of ours, you just had the guts to ask😭

Erlinghaaland

liked by y/n.Keane, Roy.Keane and 55,000 others

Thank you for all the support on winning player of the year but also a huge thank you to my darling who had been with me throughout it all and I love you for putting up with me and just loving me in general, I love you more than you will ever know baby. I feel like I’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words ❤️x

Y/n.Keane: forever proud of you my sweet boy 😘

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User14:wow Roy liking Erlings posts, aw Erling growing on him

Y/n.Keane replied to user14: my dad does like him, we were on the phone yesterday and he asked if Erling was there then spoke to him longer then he spoke to me 😭

Jackgrealish: wow your such a simp honestly

Erlinghaaland: replied to Jackgrealish:so what, I love her

Jackgrealish: replied to Erlinghaaland: I can tell mate

Erlingxy/n: I shipped them from the start and I don’t regret it

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A/N: Yes that was a you are in love reference by miss Taylor ❤️ just because I love her

Anyway I don’t have another request on the way but don’t forget send them since my inbox is still open, love you all 🫶🏻

#erling haaland blurbs #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland headcanons #erling haaland smut #erling haaland #football #football x reader #erling haaland x y/n #erling haaland fluff

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oh-saints · 4 months

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Erling Haaland alphabet nfsw

i'm sorry i know you all don't see this coming but i'm missing my bf so much... 👉👈

please DNI if you're not 18+ yet!

A for after care

erling’s exactly the way he looks, even on the sheet; beastly giant. but off the sheet, he’s super gentle with you to the point he doesn’t want to wipe you off himself, afraid he’ll break you into two on top of shattering your world minutes ago.

B for body part

there was one mischief moment of his when he was measuring how big his hands were against your body parts. but there was one that fell into the palm of his hands like they were sewn for erling and erling haaland only; your bum. ever since, it’s his favourite part of your body to touch, to (gently) slap.

C for cum

while he likes your bum to be grope, erling would rather cum on your face because he gets to see you so sexily on your knees, tongues out as you wait patiently for his coming, before swallowing him whole after he came because you like to lick him off clean.

D for dirty secret

the sight of you on your knees as he’s about to cum might be one thing, but you doing that with a pair of your black-rimmed glasses perched on your nose? erling can guarantee he comes twice as much and twice as fast.

E for experience

being a virgin before you met erling, you’re the one who takes the initiative to try all these things you’ve only heard of or read from cosmopolitan. erling, more often than not, happily complies every chance he gets.

F for favourite position

erling LOVES anything that he does in front of a mirror because he gets to see your expression every time he hits your lovely g-spot, the way you crumble as orgasm hits you, and the way your body moulds into his embrace when he catches you as you descend from your high.

G for goofy (e.g. are they always serious in bedroom or are they not?)

erling is always goofy, and you always like his gummy smile when he’s being goofy and care-free and all that. although the sight of his eyebrows set firm and eyes shut tightly when he’s about too cum is also tempting.

H for hair

have you all seen erling’s beautiful golden locks on a manbun? especially when untied after every match where he’s left frustrated? yeah, that thing spiked your level of libido.

I for intimacy

the mirror is one thing, but erling doesn’t like exposing you for the whole world to see. so he keeps everything under the wraps as tightly as he can because sharing you means giving away the intimacy.

J for jack-off

you kind of lifted the level of sex and its aftermath for erling so he’s always suffering whenever he has to be away for so long (i.e. euro or world cup). that’s the only time when he seeks help from his hands to relieve the pain, pressure and pleasure.

K for kink

while he can shamelessly admit the mirror thing, he has a secret preference of recording you (with consent, of course) because he can get to see things he sees on the mirror whenever he’s away. sometimes even better because the film also records your heavy breaths, groans, grunts, moans, whims, whimpers…

L for location

always. love. wherever. the mirrors. are.

M for motivation

nothing is better than an extra motivation for a champion. and when your champion is as beastly and as ruthless as erling, you’re more than happy to provide all the reasons why he should win a match, a game, a league, a championship… and most importantly, why he should come home often from the after parties.

N for no (as in what turn him off or something he’d most likely reject)

the whole exhibitionist concept and its execution.

O for oral

erling swears he’s never had anyone whose pussy smells so incredibly floral... he doesn’t know if it’s your feminine wash or what you eat—and frankly he doesn’t care, as long as he gets to bury himself in the field of flowers. combine that with the voice of a siren whenever he goes down on you? really, erling does not relate to anyone who can possibly describe a v-area as bush anymore.

P for pace

before erling popped your cherry, you’d like to think you’re a vanilla person. missionary in slow pace, kind of thing. but who can blame you for coming way early when you have erling haalad ready to piston his dick in and out of you like a madman?

Q for quickie

you’re a very clingy person in general, which results in difficulty to letting erling go for a business trip. especially one where you know he’ll be away for far too long for your liking. so on those days—especially those days—your naughty side comes out to tease him just until he’s frustrated so he can leave the house later than expected, and you’ll have him for an extra 15-30 minutes. it’s effective, you’d say.

R for risk

erling would really rather have you in all sorts of positions you think you’re capable of than risking the privacy and the intimacy you both share. because with erling’s reputation, he doesn’t have much of it left.

S for stamina

you can definitely give erling a run for his money deposited to the account of your personal trainer because girl, damn it, again?

T for toys

do you know the bullet vibrator that can be controlled remotely from your phone? that’s erling’s new best friend lately. the reaction of you gasping or squirming all the sudden as you walk ahead of him when he played with the tempo was another delectable thing to watch.

U for unfair (e.g. how much they like to tease?)

have we mentioned that erling is goofy and mischievous most of the time? his victim includes you, and every time he wants to make you cum by oral ministrations. the more you squirm, the more you thrash left and right, the more you tremble at whether his touch or his tongue, the more erling takes home another achievement.

V for volume

there’s another reason, actually, as to why erling likes it so much to live on his countryside house: he can have you screaming the place down without police dropping by to make sure there’s no murder taking place.

W for wild card (a random headcanon)

“baby, I got us a reservation in a special place. please spare this weekend for me, yeah?” when you ask nicely like that, of course erling would say yes. it was usually a picnic in a garden somewhere or going to a boring museum, or other things he might not like that much. so nothing was registered in him when they checked into a hotel, only to find a jacuzzi installed INSIDE their room. safe to say, no clothing is required during the stay because they all have been used to wipe off some watery remnants from the jacuzzi to the bed.

X for xray

how many times have we seen erling sat with split/opened legs? or budda pose? yeah, no need for further elaboration.

Y for yearning (i.e. how high is their sex drive?)

it’s down to erling’s schedule, at the end of the day, but you always—like always all the time—make sure it’s worth every other day he’s absent.

Z for zzz (i.e. how quickly they’ll fall asleep afterwards)

despite not being able to touch you after sex because of his ridiculous fear to break you off into two, erling always stays behind until you fall asleep first. be it because you take shower first before you head to dreamland, or it can be because he simply wants to cuddle with you while you’re drifting off in his arms…

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Boyfriend protective Erling Haaland

Yes please! I love this request!

erling haaland x reader

Bodyguard

erling was very protective of you

like very much

he hated the idea of some other men laying their eyes on you

he even hated the idea of your own best friend laying his hands on you

when he hugged you

or kissed your cheek

or squeezed you in a friendly way

erling hated it

when you two were out together he was your own bodyguard

he knew how people tried to reach him for a quick sign or picture

and sometimes that made you left out

you didn’t mind of course

it was part of erling job

but it happened a few times that some fans became to handsy or pushy and hurt you in some kind of way

one time a few fans pushed you just to reach erling that you almost fell

well, almost because erling was keeping you by the arm

otherwise you would have fallen on the ground

and probably hurt yourself

of course he was mad

the next time it happened at the airport

you two just landed in new york to have a nice getaway trip but somehow erling fans found out you were there so they all came at the airport

you weren’t walking with any security

just you and erling

his huge body trying to shield you from the paparazzi and the crazy fans who wanted pictures with him

one fan tried to reach erling and by doing that he pushed you and you fell

erling was furious

he was so mad you feared for the young boy

once you arrived at the hotel you let a few tears fall because of all of the stress

erling hated to see you like that

he was so mad that his own fans tried to hurt you but he knew how football fans were

“are you hurt baby?”

“are you okay?”

“please don’t cry”

“i’m so sorry it happened to you baby”

he would try to comfort you and taking care of you

you knew all he wanted to do was to protect you

and you loved him for that

but things were worse when you two were at some restaurant or club just hanging out

and some men trying to flirt with you

completely ignoring erling even if he was sat next to you

“can’t you see we’re busy?”

erling would say in a very annoyed voice

“go away”

or when a man gets to touchy with you

maybe touching your shoulder or your thigh

or maybe just your arm

erling absolutely hates it

“touch her one more time and see where that it gets you”

“get your hands away from her”

he would get absolutely mad

his protectiveness turning more into jealousy

“she’s mine”

and boy

how you loved when he got protective and jealous

and how he made you feel safe and special

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hii i just read your work and i just want to say i really like your writings! i was wondering if i could request a fluff where reader meets erling's family :) like erling's mom showing reader his baby photos and cute stuff like that (i love ur pfp btw) thank you ~

baby photos - erling haaland

pairing: erling haaland x reader

summary: you were scared to first meet Erling's family, but when his mom showed you his old photos, you realized that you already loved them

warnings: just a sweet fluffy and a really embarrassed erling

author notes: thank you so much for your sweet coments! this mens a lot for me! and now, omg, i loved this request sooooo much !!! i have so much to talk about old photos take i might make a part 2 of this sorry for the wait, i'm just really busy with everything, and now, to only make things worse, i'm kind of sick, so sorry.

word count: 1,4k (the biggest one i wrote so far)

"nothing, just seeing your sweet little ass"

“I don’t think i’m ready for this Erling” you said worried. “Relax love, they already like you” Haaland was trying his best to calm you down.

Both of you were in the car, heading to Erling’s parents house, and until now, you weren’t really worried about meeting his family for the first time, the anxciety only came when you were five minutes away from the their house. The reality hit you like a train.

Questions like, “what if they don’t like me?”, “and if they think i’m not good enought for their son?” were poping up in your head. Your hands were shaking and you could feel the sweat running down you back.

Erling’s parents had already met you at online calls and you even had exchanged a bunch of chat messages, but meeting them in person was totally different. To only make things worse, this was the first time you were at Norway, so beside meeting his parents, there were lots of cultural differences, like the food, the weather and the language itself.

You checked your clothes for what felt the 100th time in only ten minutes, looking at the mirror to see if your hair was good.

Your boyfriend sweet as always, noticing how nervous you were, got your shaking hands and placed them on his tight, giving a little grip to show that he was there for you.

Being honest, Haaland wasn’t worried about his parents reaction, he was sure that everything would be fine, afterall his family was super excited to meet you, more than himself. They already loved you.

"You'll be good, love. I trust you." he tried to calm you down one more time. "Sorry, i'm overreacting, but it's just that..." Haaland interrupted you before you could end.

"I'll be at your side, just trust me, nothing bad will happen" he said looking at you with a sweet smile.

You weren't really relax, but Erling's words made you feel a little better, now, some positive thoughts were popping in your head.

After some minutes, you two were finally at Haaland's family house.

You stopped at the door, fixing your clothes for a last time. "Wait, don't open the door yet!" before you could finish your sentence, someone suddenly opened the door, making you and your boyfriend freeze.

"Oh my god! You are so pretty" your heart stopped for a second, yours and Erling's head slowly turning to the person by the door.

You felt your cheeks heating up, now, Haaland's mom was looking directly at your face, examining every piece of it, making you self-councionus.

"By the pictures, i already knew that you were beautiful, but looking at you right now, i'm sure that you are gorgeous" she said soft smiling at you.

Of course, Haaland's mom already knew that you would be nervous, and she could also see that, not only at your face, but also in your body language. Now, her goal was to make you feel welcomed and loved.

You let a sigh in relief, your body finally relaxing. "Thank you so much, you are also gorgeous, mis." you said smiling.

Erling was only paying attention to the interaction, he was so happy that his heart could explode now. There was nothing better than seeing two of the people he loved the most getting along.

"Let's come in, everyone wants to meet you, i'm sure they will love you just like i do." she said pushing you to the inside of the house.

You couldn't lie, in the first ten minutes of the meeting were really odd foy you, because you were just standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by a bunch of norwegians asking questions that you were trying your best to answer them all.

After this weird moment, everything went more than good, after some time you were already feeling in home. Everyone in Erling's family was so nice, you wanted to cry.

They cooked all kind of differents foods especially for you, from typical norwegians food, to the classic food you were already familiar with, all of this just to make you feel welcome. Even Erling's dad, that you were scared of, was actually a really sweet man, just like his son.

"So, what are you thinking?" your boyfriend asked, seeing that you were lost in your own thoughts. "I'm just really happy" you smiled up at him. "Your family is so sweat, makes me wanna cry" Haaland's eyes brightened when he heard your words.

"You are just too good, i don't deserve you" he hugged you, putting his chin on the top of your head.

You giggled, hugging him back. You two were in your own loving world, when someone approachead.

"Hey love bird, can i steal your girlfriend for a minute?" Erling's mom asked softly. "No" Haaland said, squeezing you in his big arms. You laughed at his actions, but you quickly left him, wanting to see what his mother wanted.

"Come with me sweet, i want to show you something" Marita (Erling's mom) pushed you by your hand.

You looked at Erling, but he only give you a head shake, also not knowing what his mom wanted. You follwed the older woman to the living room, where you were before.

Marita sat on the couch, a big box on her hands. Tapping the place on her side, she silent asked for you to sat there.

The room was quiet for a moment, only you and the older woman satting on the couch, Haaland had left you a time ago, wenting to backyard with the rest of his family.

"This is our family album" she explained, taking a book out of the box. "Well, this is actually Erling photo album" she said looking at you.

You stared at the book in her hands, not believing in what Marita had just said.

"Since when i first knew Erling was dating, i wanted to show you this, you know, it's a tradiction between daughter-in-law and mother-in-law" she said laughing.

Your boyfriend would be pissed of if he ever discovered that you were seeing his baby and teenager photos, but in this moment, you couldn't care less. You would deal with Erling's dramatic ass later.

Marita showed to you a bunchof photos, from all of Haaland's life, honestly, it was adorable.

You let a loud laugh came out of your mouth, but it wasn't you fault, the picture you were seeing was just to funny, even Marita was giggling.

In the photo, a baby Erling was in the pool, a cute little frog hat on his head, but apparently, he wasn't really happy, his face in an angry expression.

"He was mad because he was wet" his mother explained, "You see, he wanted to go to the pool, but he didn't want to get wet" your tummy was already hurting from how bad you were laughing.

"Yeah, he is a pain in the ass since he's a baby" you teased your boyfriend, even if he wasn't in the room. "And what about this one?" you asked pointing to other picture.

In this one, baby Erling was hugging someone's leg, his little hands holding the jeans like his life depended on it.

"Moments before he was running, and of course, he felt. And you know him" Marita said passing her fingers through her blond hair "He was scared to fall again, so he decided to walk hugging his dad's leg"

"Drama queen" you said looking at his little face in the photo.

Marita continued passing the pages, always making sure to explain the situation behind the photos, making you feel part of the family. Your good moment were interruped by a happy Erling.

"What are my two ladies doing?" he asked kissing you both on the forehead. "Nothing, just seeing your sweet little ass" you answered holding the album.

It was funny the way Erling's expression turned from happy and excite, to pure desesperation when he saw the book in your hands, his facing turning more white than usual.

"Mom! I can't believe you were showing this to her!" he complained, trying to get the thing out of your hands.

His mom's devilsh smiled didn't hide any of her intentions, and nor did yours.

"Don't worry baby, i think you look cute in this duck pajama" you teased, looking at the picture where teenager Haaland was wearing a duck pajama.

"Please, stop" he begged, his face getting red with all the shame he was feeling now.

Feeling merciful, you closed the album, letting it on the couch, running to your boyfriend's arm. You passed your arms around his neck, looking directly at his flustered face.

"You were always so cute, love" you could hear his mom laughing behind your back. "I hate you both" he said loud enough for you two here, before hugging you back.

"We love you too, Erl" Marita said walking out of the living room, leaving you two alone, but before she was gone, she blinked at you. "I'll show you the rest of the photos later, honey".

"Got it, sir!" you said to her, giggling when Erling pinched the side of your waist.

"You are going to pay for this later, babe" he warned, squeezing your thigh.

"Well see that, duck boy" you couldn't help, but tease him a little more.

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