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nosugarallspice · 5 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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drakesfeelings · 4 months

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I've got annn ideaaaa(your stuff is so good btw, but I just realised I haven't reblogged anything😭)

Anyways. I thought about this. Haaland x Famous!Reader

Famous!Reader where her fans literally don't care about football. Oh, he is a famous footballer? Cool! He literally won a treble? Awesome!(what is a treble?) He finished in top 3 for the ballon d'or? What even is that? His fans and rivals' fans are consantly fighting in the comment section and her fans are just confused about everything. Against what are Machester united? Of course Manchester is a city! Those red guys have an arsenal of what exactly?

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ WHAT’S LUV ?

summary. [your name] and erling’s fans are absolute menaces.

social media version - taking requests here

trigger warning. absolutely nothing

side note. i LOVE this request !!!!!! so sorry that i couldn’t make it longer 😔😔

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yourusername kisses to the cameraman 💋

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user BRO SHES SO FINE

user just marry me like

user no she deserves better (me) 😘

user babe stop posting those photos you know im jealous 😔

user insecure ass

user YO WHY MY MAN ERLING IS HERE

user LIKE THATS WHAT IM SAYING

user @ erling.haaland who r u

user u don’t know erling ??????????????

user don’t know don’t care 🧖‍♀️

user can we juste appreciate the mother whose mothering and stop talking about the erling boy in her likes 😡😡😡😡😡

user FR WE DO NOT CARE

taylorswift you’re so gorgeous girl

oliviarodrigo 😍😍😍😍😍

sabrinacarpenter ATE

yourusername stawp bae

user @ user erling is in her likes 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

user mmh…….. thats weird

erling.haaland 📸

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user boy bye

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erling.haaland [no caption]

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user erling taking selfies ??????

user pookie stop being pretty

user 🐐

user he’s not an animal like

user gosh

user HUMMMMMMMMMMM

user why r u so loud

user DID Y’ALL SWIPE ?????

judebellingham 👀👀👀👀

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user YOU KNOW SOMETHING

user i know that coat

user and that ring 🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐

user BRO ERLING HAS A GIRL ??????

user SEEMS LIKE IT

user it’s just a coat guys 🤨🤨🤨🤨

user yes BUT SOME DAYS AGO HE WAS IN THE LIKES OF @ yourusername

user OMG I LOVE THAT GIRL

user but it still means nothing like ?????

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yourusername when he texts me gn

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user WHO IS HE

user can’t believe that she just cheated on me in front of everyone

user HUMMM WE NEED TO KNOW LIKE

user WHOS THAT GUY

hayleybieber pretty baby

yourusername stop flirting, pookie’s jealous

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user BRO YOU THINK YOU SMOOTH

user erling is in her likes again 🧐🧐🧐

user that’s suspicious

user that’s weird

user I THINK I RECOGNISE THOSE ARMS

user wait ME TOO

user guys that’s SO erling like look at those white arms

user ‘those white arms’ that’s violation

user we’re losing her to some blonde football guy 😔

user y’all don’t even know who he is ???????

user yeah bc we do not really care babe

user BUT HE WON A TREBLE ? AND FINISHED TOP 3 FOR THE BALLON D’OR ?

user who is treble

user are you kidding me

user pookie if i was i wouldn’t be talking to you

user they’re ignorant AND sassy 😦😦😦

user blank stare

@ yourusername posted a new instagram story !

@ drakesfeelings 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽

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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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riahollywood · 10 months

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angsty argument with erling? 🥺

sorry looks like I’m incapable of writing angst without a fluffy ending 🫶

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“maybe if you had actually bothered to support your boyfriend for once, this wouldn’t have happened!” erling exclaimed, his voice getting louder and louder as the argument continued.

you scoffed at his emission. “well I’m sorry for not being your little lap dog and following you around 24/7! you know I do work an actual job, unlike most of the guys’ girlfriends?” you snapped back, not at all appreciating his comment.

“yeah, because it must be so tiring sitting at a desk all day.” erling rolled his eyes.

you shook your head, shocked at the words that were falling from his mouth. “you really are unbelievable, you know that?”

erling stepped forwards, towering over you. his usually bright eyes had darkened as he shouted at you for the first time ever in your relationship.

“i pay for everything, buy you everything you want and you can’t even turn up to one of my games?”

erling was right. he did pay for everything, he bought you everything you had ever wanted and more… but that was his decision. you had always offered to pay for things and insisted he didn’t buy you extravagant bags, clothes, shoes… but he chose to, and that was on him.

“that’s your choice, erling! I’m sorry you can’t seem to grasp the concept that normal people can get tired from jobs where they don’t get paid thousands of pounds a minute!” you shouted back, getting annoyed at his accusations.

he reached his hand up to run it thought his hair but as it glided just a few cm’s away from your face, you flinched, immediately turning your head and stepping back from erling. from the man who had been nothing but a total sweetheart to you throughout your relationship until today.

erling’s features immediately softened as he realised what had happened.

“oh, sweetheart.” he shook his head as the seriousness of the situation finally set in.

your eyes filled up with tears. of course deep down you knew he would never lay a hand on you, but the severity of the situation had got far too much, and him shouting at you had become overwhelming.

you looked down from his gaze and when he reached his hand out for you to grab, you took a few steps back in an instinct reaction.

“fuck, y/n, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he spoke, voice cracking on the second sorry. you looked up and noticed his eyes were now gleaming in the low light.

erling felt awful, he was overtired and worn out from all the games and he had taken it out on the thing he loved the most, you.

“baby, you know I would never hurt you.” he pleaded. “you know that, don’t you?”

you had never seen him look so emotional. the bags under his eyes were prominent as he struggled to keep his emotions at bay.

“I know.” was all you could muster out as you wiped your tears away with your sleeve.

he reached a hand out to replace your with his and he wiped at your tears with his thumb before holding your face in his large hand.

“i’m sorry for shouting at you… i’m just so tired, it’s not your fault, I’m so sorry baby.” he babbled on, desperate to make things right.

you grabbed his other hand in yours and held it tightly, letting him know that you understood.

for the rest of the evening, erling was desperate to make it up to you, insisting you watched your favourite show and going out to get you your favourite snacks.

you were cuddled up to his chest with his hand stroking your hair, lulling you into a sleepy state. you had closed your eyes when when you heard him break the silence in the room.

“you know i didn’t mean any of that, right?” he asked, voice quiet as he continued to stroke your hair.

“i know.” you replied, nuzzling your head further into erling’s chest.

“really, i’m so proud of you, baby. i love showing off how intelligent my girlfriend is and i wouldn’t have it any other way.” he kissed the top of your head and you smiled, soon falling asleep and back to feeling safe as ever wrapped up in erling’s arms.

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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

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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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pavardscherie · 1 year

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rough sex tape and after care erling Haaland

four on camera, erling haaland

pairing erling haaland & female you summary erling convinces you to make a sex tape. three wasn't enough so he wants a fourth one.

izzy talks man, the haaland game is strong on tumblr. really excited to fulfill more requests about different football players. so I'm very bad at starting smut, which is the reason why i started in the middle again, lol. hope you like it.

requests are open!

cheek pressed into the softness of the multiple cushions, the hair messily scattered across the face. hasty breaths escaped the puffy lips, spit drooling out of the corner and onto the duvets.

arms on the back, a large hand wrapped around your wrists to hold your limbs in the same position. ass held in the air with the help of erling’s strength, you already felt the exhaustion. from behind, his dick disappeared in your pussy, stretching the sore walls even further with the certain roughness of his thrusts.

tingles spread in your lower stomach, the feeling caused a wave of pain and pure pleasure. a fourth orgasm approached, another high that would lead to even further exhaustion. with dilated pupils, your gaze drifted over the side of the bed and found the black camera. a sex tape was what erling asked for, he never mentioned how much pleasure you would receive or the particular overstimulation he planned.

tongue, fingers, dick. you came around each. satisfaction for your body in ways, you could not describe. erling knew precisely what he was doing, the disparate ways to use his experience on you and assure you reached the climax. but he wasn't done with you. not until the camera captured your body in each position he loved.

a filthy movie, he could watch on repeat when his career lured him away from your shared home. pictures of the moment, erling would send you in the middle of the night, with his hand tightly around his dick. jerking off to the sounds you made right now, just on tape.

"you look so beautiful when you're completely messed up." the praising words slipped out of his mouth, between deep groans and hasty breaths. he was close, and you already switched between reality and the pure bliss of a fourth orgasm. "I can't take more.." you whimpered, your sore walls clenching around his hard dick repeatedly. close, again.

"almost there, babe." your hands were released as erling leaned forward. sweaty chest pressed against your back. calloused fingertips brushed the mess of hair out of your face, a soft kiss blown against the side of your neck. "give me one last." he whispered against the smooth skin underneath your earlobe. his voice, a raspy mess, cracking at the end of his demand.

in addition to the bruising pace, the tight grip of his large hand on the waist which would leave deep purple reminders of this particular night, his words were enough to push you into a fourth. lips parted, the mouth an o-shape, whimpers and moans spilled out of your mouth without a break.

walls tightly clenching around his dick, toes curling and the delicate fingers dug into the duvets underneath. the feeling of being wrapped up in your warmth, and the sight erling could admire close-up caused his high. a deep groan, your name rolling of his tongue, were the announcement of his orgasm. painting the insides of your pussy with white spurts, his forehead collided with your sweaty shoulder blade.

pants filled the bedroom, the smell of a long night of rough sex as the couple bathed in the aftermath of their orgasms. "i love you so fucking much." erling muttered against the sweaty skin, inhaling a deep breath and placing featherlight kisses around your shoulder.

"i love you too." you breathed out, trying to calm down from the intensity of orgasms over the expand of the entire night. "can you turn it off, please?"

erling's head snapped to the side where the bright red dot beside the camera lens still blinked. nodding as an answer to your request, he used his recovered strength to push himself off your warm figure and the comforts of the king-sized bed.

pressing a button on the device, the dot stopped blinking and the recording was saved for private use in the future. fleshy fingers brushed over his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat and clearing the strands of light blonde hair out of his face.

with an exhausted groan, you turned around to receive a more comfortable place on the bed. sprawled out, arms and legs stretched away from the body, you felt the aftermath of the long hours of relentless pounding. a sore feeling between the thighs, the arousal still running down the insides and staining the sheets underneath.

"i'm getting a cloth and warm water." erling reassured you before disappearing into the attached bathroom. filling a small bowl with water, and grabbing a soft washrag from the sink. in a hurry, he made his way back to the bed, where the love of his life lay.

an underarm over the closed eyes, you were almost asleep. the exhaustion made it difficult to stay awake while being unoccupied. rough hands caressed over the bruised thighs, the reminders of how his fingertips dug into your soft flesh from holding you tightly in position. "i will be careful."

dipping the cloth into the bowl, wringing out the redundant water, erling pressing the soft cotton cloth to the inside of your right thigh. wiping away the remnants of the last orgasm, a mixture of arousal and his semen. as soon as the rag reached your oversensitive clit, your hips twitched out of the way. any touch too much after the rarely faltering pace of his thrusts.

still, erling found amusement in your reactions. the knowledge that he was the one who did this to you, made you breathless and sensible to even the featherlight touch, filled him with pride.

"don't you laugh." you warned him when the quiet chuckle rang in your ears.

"would never do that, babe." he answered, a smirk dipped in smugness tugging on the corners of his mouth.

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holygrailimagines · 1 year

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Small

Summary: Erling x reader, size kink, SMUT!

Erling was an absolute giant. Regardless of how tall you were, Erling had a special talent of making you look so small compared to him. He absolutely adored your height difference, loving the way his clothes suffocated your frame. He would always tease you, asking for kisses and watching you struggle on your tippy toes as you tried reaching his lips with yours. If you were ever tired, he wouldn't hesitate to carry you around. His favorite thing about your height difference was the way you had to look up at him. Your beautiful eyes glistening under the lights, staring straight into his soul.

He also loved your height difference when it came to sex. However, he knew that he had to be very careful with you. Since he was much bigger, he made sure you were alright with everything happening. He was very adamant about having a safeword and prepping you before he would penetrate you. He knew you loved it when his tongue licked your folds, and his thick fingers spread your tight walls. He liked asking you whether you thought you could handle him.

“I’ll try to,” you would say, innocently smiling up at him. When he finally did slip himself inside you, he would always pause and make sure you were okay before slipping out and slamming back in. He was infatuated with the feeling of his large cock intruding your tight walls, the warmness almost making him cum instantly. He loved to take you with your back pressed on the bed. With this view, he could watch your tits bounce with his powerful thrusts. He could also see how his large hand perfectly wrapped around your small throat. You would look up at him with those same beautiful eyes, only now they were droopy with lust. But the best part of this view was the way he could see his cock protruding from your stomach. The bulge was subtle but served a powerful reminder about how big he was compared to you. He would be hypnotized, staring at your stomach as he entered you, waiting to see how far he reached inside of you. You would always be a moaning and whimpering mess under him, his hips slamming against yours. You could feel his balls slapping against your aching, tight cunt. He would slip his large thumb into your small mouth, feeling your tongue swirl around it.

“Look at you, taking me like a good girl,” He would praise you, his thrusts continuing their brutal pace. You would have tears streaming down your face, feeling the immense pleasure from his thick cock filling your clenching pussy.

“So…big,” you would let out, boosting his ego as his hips began jackhammering into you. By now, the room would be filled with lewd noises; skin slapping skin, moans, grunts, and the bed slamming against the wall. You would always be the first to come, followed shortly by Erling. He would make sure his large load filled you up to the brim. He would slip out, you whimpering in response as your cunt became empty again.

Erling knew you would be sore by the end of it all, and he made sure to care for you adequately and accordingly. A warm bath would be made, and he would carry you in, your legs completely numb and useless. He would bathe with you, and for the millionth time, your beautiful eyes would look back up at him.

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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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highdreaming · 7 months

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Erling Haaland: (NSFW) Sex Positions

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

Find more at: Masterlist

Erling Haaland x (female) reader

WARNINGS: SEX; short!reader.

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

The height difference makes it practically impossible to have missionary sex so you’re forced to try out new positions, to see what works best for you.

Riding him is one of the options and personally Erling loves it. He stays seated, letting you ride him. To see you getting all flustered and sweaty, your hands dearly holding onto to his shoulders as you fuck yourself on his cock. The steady bounce of your breasts as you’re the one controlling the speed and how much of him you take.

If you get tired, he can always move his hips from underneath you or help you ride him. His hands palming your ass, effortlessly moving you up and down like a weightless doll as you rest with your face on his shoulder, worn off.

He definitely teases you in this position, a half smirk on his face.

“Getting tired already, huh? But, baby, this is only round 1 yet.”

“So desperate for my huge cock. Fuck, keep going, baby.”

Doggy style is also an option, but Erling has to be careful as not to hurt you, given his immense strength. The good thing is that he goes much deeper, alongside with the primal feeling the position provides you.

It’s usually reserved for when you need to blow off some steam, ending up in a rough sex session. It’s so intense to have him manhandle you, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you there as he fucks you.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll feel me inside of you for weeks.”

“Look at that, taking my cock like you’re made for it.”

Table top is also a frequent position in your sex life, being a good replacement for the impossible missionary one. You love it when he fucks you in this position, his hips steadily meeting yours as his hand sneaks to your clit, bringing you closer to your release, facing each other. The bed/table/furniture constantly squeaking underneath your joint weights, especially when Erling picks up the pace.

Even though these are the most frequent sex positions you guys do, you clearly end up doing more riding and table top as they’re the ones that actually allow you to face each other, something that you love a lot.

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luckybitchsstuff · 8 months

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Is it just a coincidence ? - Jude Bellingham x f reader

Insta au

Pairing - Jude Bellingham x Female Reader

Warnings - none too my knowledge lmk if I missed something!!!!

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Liked by JudeBellingham, Zendaya and 2,345,456 others

Yourusername Best nights in Greece 🇬🇷🤍💙

Y/nfan4 isn’t Jude in Greece rn

Y/nfanpage yeh and he’s liking her posts

Y/nfan4 hmm a bit suspicious

Yourbsfusername hope your having fun but you need to come back soon I miss you and so do the cats 😘😘

Yourusername I miss the cats too and you I’ll be back soon ❤️

Liked by JobeBellingham, Yourusername and 2,714,567 others

JudeBellingham what a place 🇬🇷

Judefan45 He’s actually so fine 🤭🤭😮

Y/nfan3 Y/N LIKED IT THERE LIKING EACH OTHERS PHOTOS AND THERE BOTH IN GREECE I SMELL SOMETHING

Yourusername I think you need to clean your back camera that photo is not the best quality mate

JobeBellingham I couldn’t agree more

JudeBellingham I blame jobe he took them and said it looked fine

Judefan5 THERE TALKING TO EACH OTHER IN THE COMMENTS OMG

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Celebdailynews Jude Bellingham famous footballer seen with a mystery woman acting very touchy on 2 occasions in Greece the past 2 days, who is the footballer with and how will this make the fans feel???

Y/nfan3 I might be going crazy but that looks a lot like y/n and she’s in Greece

Celebdailynews and if you haven’t noticed she has liked our post

Judefan6 no matter who he is with the fans opinion shouldn’t matter he’s not ours he has a life and is free to live it so when we find out who it is let’s not be bad about it

Footballfan7 I strongly agree it’s so weird how In our days we can judge people just because there with celebs it’s just so dumb

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JudeBellingham Greece is better with you

Tagged - @.yourusername

Yourusername I love you 💕

JudeBellingham I love you more ❤️

JobeBellingham can you too shut tf up its so annoying especially since I have to hear it in person

Y/nfan8 poor jobe but these 2 are so cute

Judefan10 WE ALL KNEW IT ANOTHER TIME THAT WERE ALL RIGHT

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Sorry for taking so long to post it’s been like a week but it’s been my first week back at uni and already so much work so I can’t promise a lot of posts but I will when I can thank you for 50 followers also and 1000 likes love you all keep sending requests ❤️❤️

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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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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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