#erling drabble

[luvneymar]

princess treatment pt.3? with mbappé, richarlison, and erling haaland? :)

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 3! — footballers! (final!)

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballers boyfriends! (part 1) (part 2)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealousy, sensual themes, just cute stuff overall!

PARINGS: earling haaland x fem!reader, richarlison x fem!reader, oliver giroud x fem!reader

NOTE: someone asked for giroud content so I combined it with this lol! any examples of this do not represent of the body type, race or ethnicity of the reader! tysm for reading! 💕

RICHARLISON DE ANDRADE — dollar bills!

Recently you saw a trend on TikTok where girls would hold their hands out to their boyfriends, friends, brothers or literally anybody to see what they would do.

Richarlison was currently playing video games with his friends on FaceTime but fortunately you placed your camera in the room before he went in & you’ve been recording ever since.

You were holding your phone camera in your hand as discreetly as possible to not alert your boyfriend about the challenge your trying on him. “Baby? are you in here?” You peaked into his gaming room spotting him on his chair as he shouted at Neymar for something in among us.

Hearing your voice his head whipped around and he opened his arms signalling you to come over, you shuffled over giving him a hug as his head was pressed onto your stomach & hands were wrapped around your ass.

Once you both pulled away your challenge had begun as you stuck out your palm standing there with a bright smile, at first he hadn’t noticed anything as he turned back to the computer screen.

Until you were standing there for a good 30 seconds & he spun his head around to look at you quickly before looking back at the screen, he took his hand off the mouse taking your hand flipping it over to the backside of your hand & giving it a kiss.

He turned back to the screen until he realized you were still standing there; cheeky smile on your face palm still stuck out in-front of you, he chuckled as he dug through his pants pulling out his wallet.

“Richarlison? Are you still there?” Neymar called at alerting him that the new round had started.

“Yeah I’m here hold on.” He replied back as he fished through his wallet grabbing a huge stack of cashing & placing it in your hand along with his black card. “Happy?” He asked looking up at your face which was filled with surprise.

You hadn’t expected him to give you this much money let alone any at all as you assumed he’d just take your hand & place it on his private parts. You scoffed happily curling your fingers over the stack. “Definitely, but what will I even do with this much money?”

“Whatever you’d like baby, it’s all yours.” He answered turning his head back to the screen & unmuting himself on face-time. You gave him a quick kiss pulling his face towards you before walking away checking your phone to see if the footage was recorded.

You edited the video a little before posting it captioning it with: “HE’S SO SWEET 😭😭” Seconds later likes, comments & replies came flooding in about how Richarlison was the perfect boyfriend.

OLIVER GIROUD — first class!

“You’re so excited baby have you never flown out of the country?” Oliver chuckled watching you practically fly out of the valet car that was escorting you to the airport tarmac.

Ever since you complained about how you haven’t gone on a vacation in a while that very day Oliver booked your dream vacation paying for unnecessary expenses like tour guides & other things; as-long as it made you happy he thought.

“I have! I’ve never been to the Mal Dives though.” You answered pulling his arm to get him out of the car, you both didn’t need to worry about your luggage since Oliver paid for it to be flown before-hand.

“I’m coming babe hold on, you’re gonna rip my arm off.” Oliver laughed as he stepped out of the car turning his head to look at what you were staring at all starry eyed.

“Look, it’s a private jet. Just for the two of us.” You rambled on about the jet standing in-front of you both, you were used to Oliver spending a fortune on you whether it was cars, jewellery or even 1000 roses but a whole jet was much different.

“I know, do you like it?” He asked as he placed his hands in his pockets leaning back and forth between his heels and his toes. “Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t like this.” You laughed in disbelief.

“I’m glad you like it, c’mon baby let’s board the plane before they leave without us.” Oliver took your hand into his as he directed you towards the plane, you greeted the flight attendant who was waiting for you at the entrance as she guiding you both to your seats.

Once you both were settled in your chairs chatting happily about your upcoming adventures a flight attendant had came around with a cart filled with expensive looking drinks & desserts. “Champagne or Club Soda?” She asked with a smile.

“Champagne please, babe what about you?” You turned to look at your boyfriend who was staring at the window as he unconsciously caressed your knuckles with his thumb, you squeezed your hand bringing his attention back to you.

“Hmm? Oh, I’ll have whatever your having.” He leaned into kiss you on your cheek before turning to stare out the window again continuing to stroke your knuckles, you smiled turning back to the attendant,“2 Champagnes please.”

As the flight attended walked away Oliver noticed that you had a particularly slummed look on your face, you were just jumping around in joy so seeing you down worried him.“Are you okay?”

“Yep! Just thinking of what we’re gonna do when we get there.” You sent your signature “i’m fine” smile his way continuing you tap your feet against the empty seat right in-front of you as you looked back down to face your feet.

“You look worried though.” He let go of your hand using his freed hand to pull your face towards his forcing you to face him, seeing his eyes filled with concern made you sigh before continuing, “Yeah it’s just, how much was this trip?”

His face soften hearing what you we’re concerned about, you both had fight’s about money in the past & about how Oliver spent way to much money on pointless things,“Oh, don’t worry about that baby.”

“I have too, you can’t go broke because you wanna please me. I’ll be fine with whatever you provide.” You admitted in a quiet voice turning your head to face the window across from your aisle. “With my profession I’ll go broke the day you go bald.”

“What if I go Bald tomorrow?” You wanted to laugh at his joke but it was quite hard knowing you really could go bald tomorrow & Oliver could become broke, after all nobody knows what could happen.

“You wouldn’t, what I’m trying to say is. I spend this money to make you smile, whether it’s a large purchase or small it’s for you. In this case; a private jet just for my princess.”

Hearing your boyfriend be so adamant about you spending his money & not thinking of you as a sugar baby or a gold digger relieved you greatly. Yes, you both were dating but you weren’t a mind reader, for all you know he could be planning to kill you.

“Alright then, on that note; I could get used to this. Fast.” You pushed your insecure thoughts to the side as you settled into your seat properly reclining the seat, feeling in all the luxuries to the max. He chuckled at your childishness as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you in.

“Get used to it baby, you’re stuck with me, my jet & my money forever.”

ERLING HAALAND — giant teddybear!

“I told you not to eat so many sweets before went on the ride, no wonder you almost threw up.” Your boyfriend reminded you as he leaned over helping you walk throughout the winter carnival without collapsing.

Seeing that his good friend Jude had gone recently to the Winter Wonderland you decided it be good for the both of you to go as well, until it wasn’t. It was either Erling was too tall for some of the rides or you chickened out just looking at it.

But seeing as you were low-key being a party pooper for your boyfriend who you basically forced to come to the attraction you decided to go onto the wildest ride there was available; bad, bad idea.

Erling had bought you almost every single foot item you looked at for to long filling your stomach much faster than you’d like, by the 4th taco you ate you were ready to unbutton your pants & burst.

“It was fun wasn’t it though?” You groaned out patting the shoulder of your boyfriend signalling him to slow down as you felt as if you were going to barf, he slowed down waiting for you to gain your composure.

Seeing as you took a little longer than usual he bent down pulling your body on his back giving you a piggyback ride, you on the other hand smirked into his back tucking your legs around his waist. “All apart of my plan.” You muttered into his neck taking in his scent.

“Did you say something?” Erling asked as he begun to walk passing by multiple food-stalls that just the smell of the food made you sick, you wrapped your arms around his neck & placed your head in the crook of his collarbone.

“Nope! Nothing! Don’t worry about it baby.” You whispered into his ear closing your eyes in the process, as Erling walked past multiple stalls you closed your eyes feeling peaceful almost falling asleep till you jolted up after feeling as if you were falling.

As you opened your eyes you looked around seeing that the entrance was just a few miles away, something also caught your eye; a stand with gigantic teddy bears. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, waiting for you to say what you needed.

“Can you win that for me before we leave?” You asked him patting his shoulder to get him to slow down so he didn’t walk right by the stand.“Win what?”

“The giant teddy bear.” You slid down his back and turned towards the stall pointing to the humongous teddy bears.

“You’re such a child, fine.” Erling walked towards the stand grabbing a few of the tennis balls on the desk as he backed away throwing them at the targets scoring on each one of them.

The man at the stall handed him a giant pink bear almost the size of you leaving Erling to walk back to you giant big bear in hand stupid grin on his face, you took the bear out of his hand giving it a big squeeze. “Thanks baby.”

“What should I name him?” You asked as you both continued to walked towards the exits hand in hand, hearing that Erling turned to you looking at you weirdly, “You name your teddy bears?”

“Of course! Since you won him for me I’ll name him, Erlie.” You smiled at him squeezing his hand, Erling chuckled at your ridiculous as he bent down to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re too cute, but Erlie is a horrible nickname love. Makes him sound like an old man.”

[highdreaming]

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!

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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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[applejuicefruit]

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.

[fallinforerling]

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

@questionable-behaviour | @koufaxx | @xjval | @nikki01234 | @evarasworld | @kynykyny | @alleyahah | @444pantheress | @football4life9 | @f1lover55 | @frankcastleonlyfans | @ironmaiden1313 | @pizzapie349 | @may-machin

[pavardscherie]

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.

[damiansgoodgirll]

football masterlist

erling haaland

promise you’ll lie

my champion

stress reliever

princess treatment

kylian mbappè

safeword

my man

prank goes wrong

real madrid?

5 years - 5 years part two

jealousy jealousy

why not?

what do we do?

i never meant to hurt you

dusan vlahovic

adrien rabiot

together forever

jude bellingham

daddy’s little girl

honey, it’s july

take the pain away

not a happy birthday

parents to be

so good

innocent for him

no one can compare

downtown

in your arms

you really liked that?

spoiling you

clingy

filip kostic

virgil van dijk

stressed out

marcus rashford

love confession

cherries

[mchlgayser]

hi lovely! do you write for erling haaland? If yes, can you write anything fluffy (maybe even smutty) about him and pregnant reader? 💗

𓂃⭑ᜊ: NINE MONTHS ft erling haaland

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO LOVE! This is my first time writing for haaland so I hope it was okay xx. But as I inform on my pinned post, I don't do smut, that is due to a lack of experience(?) and not comfortable. So sorry but hope you enjoy this ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: none

The rain pit-pattering against the window, the lighting strikes illuminating the starless night, thunders rumbling creating sounds inside the empty and cold house. You sat on the one-sitter couch near the balcony window reading a book, Behind Closed Door by Miriam Halahmy.

One hand, you're holding onto the book whilst your other hand is on your bump, caressing it gently. Halfway through the book, your eyelids grow heavier, feeling yourself craving for a deep sleep, perhaps a short wink. You put the book down adjust yourself on the couch, and drape the blanket over your figure to minimize the cold you are having.

Haaland on the other hand is already on his way home, the shotgun sit is full of a bunch of different snacks, chips, and chocolates. His car made its way inside your residence's car porch and he made his way out, bringing bags of sweets as he run over the heavy rainfall. He puts the bags down searching for his home keys.

He unlocked the door and immediately put the stuff on the kitchen island top, he walk all over the first floor looking for you but you are nowhere in sight. He treads his way upstairs to the second floor living room and found you near the balcony, sleeping.

Your head slumps against the headrest uncomfortably, your two hands guarding your bump, he walks closer, realizing that your body is shuddering in cold because of the blanket only made half way through you.

'Hey.' He started out to wake you up but you did't moved, your snoring only gets a bit louder making him almost laugh but he holds it back not to startle your sleeping form so he gently picks you up, one hand over your neck and the other at the back of your knees. He cradles you to bed and tucked you in

'I love you.' He confesses, bringing his face closer to peck the tip of your nose, Haaland offed from the bed to shower but you held his wrist 'Where are you going?' You slur out, one eye open to gaze at him before closing it back 'To shower love, I'll be back yeah?' You let a frown, and pout deepen 'Don't need to. Sleep now!' You please with two for eyes, he gently pulled your hand off and tucked it in back inside the duvet 'Gonna be back, right?' He began treading but stops abruptly when he heard a sniffle, he flinches head turning back to your figure, your arm covering your eyes as you cry, you take the near plushie and throw it to him 'I hate you! You won't coddle me anymore because of my bump!' You assumed, crying louder.

Haaland feels both bad and funny to see you cry over the smallest thing, he knows it's the pregnancy effect, you didn't mean it so he didn't partially feel bad but amused. He walks closer to you scooping you up and placing you on his lap 'Come on, you know I love your bump, it's cute. I wanted to shower because I feel sweaty, I stink you know?' You take him by the neck to pull you closer 'You are not! Just sleep with me! Kai needs you!' You accused the baby in your belly, it was a name you came up with for the baby but wasn't his real name, just a temporary name.

He finally let an amusing laugh, cradling your structure close to his broad chest and smiling 'Alright love, let's get to bed. Kai needs it don't you think?' You hum, still not letting go.

He put you on your side of bed whilst he goes to his, arms over your waist and hip 'Sleep yeah?' You bopped, he kiss the top of your head, one hand bringing up to stroke your hair gently while the other use to soothe you to sleep.

[oh-saints]

rough

erling is a very competitive guy, which means he hates it when he loses to someone else. which leads to why he’s currently fuming at the sight of you, his ex-girlfriend, enjoying the night with his new teammates. which leads to why he can’t wait to show you that you belong to him.

erling haaland x you

tw: dirty, dirty sex (hate sex; rough handling; bit of degrading kink; mentions of sex tape/taping kink)

wc: 2.1k

prompts: “protective erling” + “rough sex tape”

note: a highly coveted request coming out from the vault as the next post for smut week! sorry i fell asleep last night lolol & this is based on two asks here! pls bear in mind this is 18+ content therefore minors DNI! but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so it’s not beta-read yet.

“you need to relax, big guy.”

oh, if only he could… jack didn’t know how much erling had been wanting—no, needing—to relax throughout the party his club was throwing for their latest success.

but how could he relax when you showed up like a goddess sent by zeus to seduce every single human who possessed desire in this earthly realm? who invited you?

as far as erling’s knowledge goes, you didn’t know anyone in Manchester. it was probably one of the reasons why he picked the sky blue jersey instead of other offers when he decided to move on from his old life in Dortmund. when he decided to move on from you.

when he decided to forget the fact you broke his fragile heart big time.

but seeing you again, in flesh and blood this time, after almost a year, enticed all these forbidden feelings he was supposed to supress. he wasn’t supposed to feel the longing, he wasn’t supposed to miss you, he wasn’t supposed to want you again.

it should be forbidden too, the sight of your wearing a little black dress like that. so little that erling was sure everyone could’ve seen your panties if you were bent over a desk. thinking about the possibility really boiled the temperature of his blood.

so erling didn’t waste any more time to cut off the interaction between you and his teammates. you looked up because he was rude, your teammates looked up because they didn’t know you both knew each other.

“we’re going home.”

and before you could protest, he’d hauled you off his shoulder—without compromising your underwear, of course—and you were both outside of the club in less than a minute, thanks to his extremely long legs. you were too dizzy to figure out the upside down of your vision to even launch a protest to him, you had to wonder how the girls on those movies made it easy.

your buzzing head didn’t help you to digest the reality faster. all the sudden, erling opened the side of your door, waiting for you to come out rather impatiently, judging from the clicking of his shoes. so you pushed your featherlight body up to meet the giant’s eyes because you knew better than to test his patience, despite the months apart and despite the fact that you wanted to be mad at him for cutting short your temporary escapade.

“you got me home, erling,” you groaned as you noticed he was still following your tail. the last thing you wanted tonight was a giant intruding your home. “now go home.”

but he didn’t budge, for whatever reason. he didn’t even respond to your order and kept his distance behind you silently. he only cut down the Atlantic between you two when you were struggling with your keys, grabbing them and initiated to unlock the door.

still in silence, though.

with your questionable sanity, you couldn’t figure out if he was silent because he wanted to get this done and over with—getting you home, that is—or he was silent because he was angry with your slow motion. you could only hope the former because you shared the same sentiment.

you were about to say thank you as well as bidding him goodbye on your door step when he pushed you inside of your sanctuary. you wanted to bark at him for somehow barging in but he went straight for the fridge, fetching you a carton of milk and a glass of water.

“what erling haaland wants, erling haaland gets, huh?” you couldn’t stop the venom from your mouth, and you decided that it was a better response than to lash out at him. “what else can I get you?”

you were always a goody-two-shoes girl, you were the water to his fire… well, at least until you dropped a nuclear bomb in his head when you broke up with him out of nowhere without a single justification given to him. and now you were pouring him a sarcasm? the norwegian certainly didn’t appreciate the tone, at all.

erling didn’t hesitate to grab you by the jaw, rather harshly, when you approached him. he knew you were playing with fire by coming to him, testing his sanity that was barely hanging on the thread, and he saw that defiance in your eyes.

and it clicked on him.

you were purposefully trying to evoke his anger by coming into the party unannounced.

fuck your link—he’d bury whoever that was, but later when he was done with you. if there was one thing he hated than you possessing no more manner was that he hated anyone else looking at you like a pray, knowing you intentionally provoked them. back when you were a couple, you used to do it to prove you had no eyes but for erling and erling haaland only, but now…

the fire was still burning in your eyes, matching his fiery ones. while you were accustomed with his jealousy heat, the sight was rather new for erling.

while your eyes were sparkling with a rebellion tint, your entire posture was limp and powerless against his strong hold. how could someone so fierce, so… disobedient be so submissive and helpless in his hands? but as they said, new is always better. and god was he lying when you were sexier this way.

and to know that erling was the only one who could turn her into this vixen version of you?

fuck your link—he’d bury himself in you first for now.

erling didn’t waste any more time to dive into your lips, sealing them in a ruthless kiss that demanded your further obedience. but of course you didn’t give up to the point you could feel your teeth, your tongues, all clashed in the battle that was taking place inside the cavern of your mouth. not even a single space for you to catch your breath before he stole them away, probably as his ammo to keep your defences down.

the oral exchange was so hot that your body was slowly burning—from the heat of his body, his hands more over that you had to shed your clothes the moment he’d touched you there, everywhere. and before you could realise it, you were both standing naked at your kitchen. amazing you could do that in record time and record pace, considering your lips were still interlocked, keys to the locks were probably lost in the sea of pleasure by now.

erling pulled you by the nape of your neck, and you had to tiptoe your feet as you followed suit. the imbalance was utilised by erling to turn you around, folding your arms behind your back while his other hand was holding you in place by the throat. you could see your nipple rigid already by the mirror placed on your living room, and god you had never felt so sexy than at that point.

he dipped his head down, grazing dangerously lightly against the shell of your ears. you could feel his breaths—deep, slow, yet erratic breaths—brushing the soft bone before biting them gently, his tongue swirled the boneless lobules like it was a sour candy.

“enjoying this?”

but before you could answer that, the hand on your throat suddenly went away, only to comeback to slap one of your breasts, just right on top of your puckering nipple. you didn’t bother hiding your gasp at the sensation—the overwhelming sensation of having him everywhere without a way out. at least until erling was done with you.

“I’m sure you do, schnuppa,” erling’s teeth were now grazing the sides of your neck, down to your collarbone. “this is what a slut wants, no?”

like before, you didn’t have a moment to answer him before the same hand slapped your other breast. the sound was so crisp you couldn’t help but feel sinful if you wanted more. but erling was in a sinful mood so he alternated in landing you some blows between your boobs. left, right, right, left for countless times you forgot to count at this point.

so wrong of you, though, to miss the counting. because erling would always ask.

“how many times now?”

and of course, erling would always punish you whenever you struck the wrong number. his hand immediately went to smack your throbbing clit, even opening your mound to find the clitoris and spank the bud gently with his free fingers. how he did it—you didn’t know. heck, you didn’t think your brain could process so much information and sensation and emotions simultaneously like that.

“what would those boys think if they heard you making a mess on my hand like this, huh?”

erling’s mouth was back ghosting your ear, the other pair this time but the insane sensation was still the same. your folded hands were now placed against the kitchen counter before you were told to spread your legs so the hand that was staying on top of your pleasure central could have more access to you—to tease you, to play you, to fuck you.

“I’m sure they’d hate it, hmm?” you moaned so loud when erling pushed his cock gently on your back, you could feel the standing shaft between your butt cheeks. “they’d better be because this belongs to me,”

you didn’t bother to mask your wailing when he pressed his digits inside you, while his thumb remained tickling your clit and the budding bud. “fuck, erling!”

“oh I’m fucking you, baby,” you swore erling’s fingers were orchestrating in and out of you slower than Mozart and Beethoven’s slowest composition combined. “but tell me first, whose this pretty cunt of yours belongs to?”

you truthfully didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, and sensing this, erling immediately switched his pace into a mindfucking fast one. so fast you could hear yourself drenching his hand so disgustingly sexy, your wetness swiftly cascading down your inner thighs, and you could feel your legs slightly trembling. a sign you were this close to the edge.

but of course erling pulled out. he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction too.

you groaned in desperation, your legs had to be pressed closely against one another so you didn’t lose the last bit of your energy left. you were so focused on gaining back your vision due to the earth-shattering sensation that you didn’t realise erling had set up his phone somewhere that could catch the sight of you both fucking like rabbits, just like he planned to.

you gasped dirtily as erling pulled your hips towards his cock, telling you silently to get ready for what was coming. “who do you belong to, schnuppa?”

erling knew you were not giving in that easily so he pushed the tip of his cock lightly at first. like a prediction, you moaned at the sensation—because god damn it, it’s been a long while since someone entered you and the last person was erling months ago—but moaned even louder when erling pulled his shaft out. the giant repeated the motion and the question again at the same time, and you replayed your dirty whines like a broken record.

erling had to applaud your tenacity for not backing down. this new version of you was surely a challenge he’d love to conquer. but he knew you were nothing but empty threats at the end of the day.

his smirk grew wider as you whimpered pathetically, “yours, erling. it’s yours, fuck!”

“there we go,” erling finally thrusted into you, and he groaned inwardly because no matter how much he denied you, it was the best feeling to be buried inside of you. “god, you feel so fucking good. I bet the boys can only shit themselves when they see this video of us.”

you could only hope erling was kidding about the video because there was no way you could hold your head high anymore if they’d seen you cum for five times in five different positions.

[i9messi]

— Erling Haaland masterlist

I do not give permission for my work to be reposted or traslated. 🤍

footballers' masterlist

To the stars

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

A second chance

you two broke up, but after four months being apart, you both are in the same room, at the same time. (with a happy ending)

Dating Erling Haaland

Specific things I think Erling would do as your boyfriend. (headcanons)

Football Match

you have a niece that is a big fan of Erling, so you take her to a game. You bring him some sweets from his country and he is more than happy.

more stories coming very soon!!

[antiques62]

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[highdreaming]

Erling Haaland: Big Enough (NSFW)

💢 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; Size Kink.

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

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You’re sprawled at the end of the bed, the high bed making it possible to line up your waist with Erling’s and you’re grateful for that as your boyfriend is simply too tall for the regular missionary style and right now, that’s exactly what you crave for. 

He’s leaning towards you, your fingers painfully dig into Erling’s arms, but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

His massive cock stretches your pussy to its limits and you throw your head back, taking a deep breath as Erling keeps slowly pushing in and out of you.

He’s not going all the way and you appreciate it as you’re not even sure you could take it, already feeling so full of him. His thrusts are slow and firm, deliciously dragging all of his large width along your slippery walls. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” he praises you, a hungry look on his face as he keeps his movements steady. His hands hold down your thighs, keeping them apart for him. 

“You’re so big, Erling. Too big.” you bite your lip, both pleasure and pain clouding your mind as he slides deeper, making you clench around him.

In return, Erling punctuates a harder thrust, forcing a gasp out of you. 

“You can take, darling, I know you can.” he moves his hand towards your clit and a moan escapes from your lips, pleasure kicking in. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna ruin this pussy.” he takes the chance to fasten his movements, throwing his head back as he grunts at the feeling. His fingers work faster on your clit, rubbing it with a speed that leaves you dizzy with pleasure. 

You press your hands to his defined chest, feeling yourself getting closer to your release.

“I- I can’t take it anymore. I’m so close!” you pant, the heat inside you growing uncontrollably. Erling curses under his breath, some strands of hair slipping away from his man’s bun and the sight of him all worked up makes you tighten around him. 

“Me too. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” with a final deep thrust, you both reach your high together, a symphony of moans filling the room.

You cry out as the orgasm hits you with its full force, stars exploding in your eyes and your whole body goes limp on the bed. 

Erling is careful not to fully collapse on top of you, nuzzling his head into your chest and one of your hands automatically heads over, gently rubbing patterns on the back of his neck. 

“That was fucking paradise.” he mutters, pressing a kiss to the space between your breasts. A smile curls your lips as you relish on this perfect moment.

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[applejuicefruit]

can you make erling taking care of reader where she’s sick please? i love you thank you

erling haaland x reader

Sick days

The moment you woke up you felt like your head was about to explode. You felt cold and shivering but you thought that maybe it was because it snowed last night in Manchester. You never get sick so why would it be different now? Except for when you tried to stand and walk yourself to the bathroom you felt your legs almost giving up on you.

“Shit…” you whispered laying again on the bed.

Erling, your boyfriend was currently out jogging, although it was his free day, he couldn’t stay in bed for more than six hours, you knew he needed to do something productive in the morning so you weren’t surprised when you didn’t see him laying next to you when you woke up.

You tried to fall asleep once again even if your whole body was shaking and freezing. You woke up when you heard the shower running, sign that Erling was back home from his morning run.

When you opened your eyes you were met with an incredible natural light coming from your windows. If you weren’t sick you would have loved waking up with such a beautiful day but all you wanted to do was laying under your covers and fade away.

You slightly groaned when you saw all that light engulfing your bedroom.

“Good morning love” Erling said coming out of the bathroom, freshly washed, wearing only a t-shirt and some shorts.

“Mh…” you responded.

“Are you okay baby?” he approached you gently while sitting on the bed next to you.

“No…” you looked at him in the eyes and he saw how glossy they were. His hand gently caressed your cheek and he felt how hot you were.

“Honey…I think you have fever…do you want me to get anything?” he asked a bit worried.

“No, I’m just cold…” you whispered while closing your eyes again because you couldn’t stand the light.

“I’ll be right there in a minute” he said before leaving the bedroom. He went to the kitchen to make you a cup of tea and then he looked for some painkillers, as he hated seeing you in pain.

He came back in the room and he carefully gave you the hot tea while he put the medicine on your nightstand. Before coming back in bed with you he closed the blinds so all the light wouldn’t hurt your eyes.

“Drink it baby…it will be good for you throat and for your fever” he said while sitting on the bed next to you.

“Don’t come closer or you’ll get sick Erling” you warned him but he didn’t care as he scooped you into his lap, trying to keeping you warm with his huge body.

“Shut up and drink” he joked and you cracked a laugh that came out more as a cough “careful baby…” he warned you.

Once you finished drinking your tea you took the painkillers hoping your headache would pass as soon as possible and you laid over his chest.

“I hate being sick…” you whispered.

“I know…I don’t think I never met someone who likes being sick…” he joked and you smiled “but I love taking care of you when you’re sick…your like a big baby” he joked again but this time you scoffed, giving him a death look but due to the burning in your eyes it looked more like a puppy look and he smiled at you.

“You’re too cute baby” he babied you, something that you always hated but right now you didn’t mind all the attentions he was giving you.

“I love how you’re always here for me Erling…” you whispered into his neck and he kissed your cheek.

“I will always be here for you my love” he wrapped his arms around your body and kept you closer “I think you should sleep a bit and wait for the fever to go down darling” he covered you a bit more with your fluffy blanket as you drifted off to sleep, hoping to dream about you and Erling.

[fallinforerling]

if u take requests can u please do one about reader taking care of erlings injury but at firs he is like it doesn't hurt and then just turns into a baby like he wants you to take care of him(ik its basic scenario but..)

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Day 1 

“What did the doctor say? Is it serious?” You jumped from your spot on the sofa, the anxiety leaving your body as soon as you saw your boyfriend walking through the apartment door, apparently safe and sound. “Are you in pain?” 

You took his gym bag from his shoulder, trying to do whatever you could to help with his injury, even though you had no idea what a groin injury could possibly mean, outside of the basics you found on Google. 

“I’m okay, really. It isn’t that bad, babe. I’ll be brand-new in a couple of days, you’ll see.” Erling’s blank expression did nothing to convince you; his stiff posture gave away that he was surely in some type of pain, despite his best efforts to make it seem like he wasn’t. He was such a bad liar. 

“Are you sure?” You raised an eyebrow when he just nodded, walking to the sofa like nothing had happened. “I don’t have any problem helping you around. We don’t want your injury to get worse.” 

“I’m sure, I’m sure. It’s going to be fine, I promise.” You were still hesitant to believe him, but for the sake of his pride, the best you could do was nod along and let him play tough until it was too much to handle. You hated when he was so stubborn. “But if you don’t mind, honey... Can you please grab me some water?” 

“Sure, no problem.” 

Just when you got out of the living room, did he relax his muscles, having to grind his teeth to prevent the pained sound he wanted to let out. 

This was going to be a long week. 

Day 7

“Babe?!” You heard the scream coming from the other room, startling you just enough to make you drop the wooden spoon. 

“Yeah?!” You shouted back, picking the spoon, glad that you were only stirring some vegetables and not chopping them. 

“Can you come… Pleaaaaase?” 

You sighed, smiling to your inner self as you walked to the room, where Erling was most likely still in bed, despite his own efforts of acting normal these past days. As you stood in the doorframe, you giggled, taking in the vision you had in front of you: your giant boyfriend, covered from head to toe on your softest covers, his face peeking from the fabric as he looked at you from the bed with tired eyes. He was so cute. 

“What’s up, big guy? Do you want something?”

He stayed silent as you approached the bed, sitting beside him with a tiny grin, not being able to hide how funny the whole situation was. 

“Are you making chicken and vegetables?”

“Yes, yes I am.” You bit your lip, noticing how his eyes lighten up. “I’m also making soup.”

“Really?” Oh, he was really excited for that food.

You called it “The basic food plates for a sick Erling”— There wasn’t anything in the world that he loved more than chicken, vegetables, rice and soup when he was slightly sick. He didn’t need much to ask for it; even his bruised foot from a couple of months ago had you constantly cooking until he was good to be back on the pitch. 

Now? It was the third day in a row that he asked for chicken and soup.

“Can you come and cuddle with me?” His voice was so soft, it almost melted you right on the spot. “I miss you.”

“Ow, baby. I miss you too.” You leaned in, kissing his nose. “But I’ve gotta go and finish dinner or it’ll burn.”

“But you can come back and cuddle right after finishing, right?”

“Yes, I guess I can do that.” You fixed the covers so his neck was under them, making you all soft inside at the sight of his puffy face from the long nap he was surely taking and his big eyes asking for cuddles. “I can never say no to those big eyes of yours.” You kissed him again before getting up, knowing that if you stayed longer, he’d find a way to take you under the covers.

“I give you twenty minutes or I’ll start screaming.” 

“You’re so dramatic.” You laughed, already leaving the room. “Like a big, twenty-three year old, baby!”

“But I’m your baby, don’t forget that!” You heard him scream back, making you laugh even louder as you came back to the kitchen. 

Ah, you loved that man so much. It was probably bad to baby him so much… But oh well.

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[pavardscherie]

11 with erling Haaland plss

“did you really think, i wouldn’t see it?” erling muttered against the shell of your ear. his voice a poisonous mixture of raspy and deep. the choice of words he used in the past hour have been nothing else than pure evil. just like his actions. the endless teasing of his fingers, pulling them out before you completely reached your orgasm.

the multiple denials, only because a deep, painful jealousy gnawed at his heart. erling’s hawk eyes found you in the crowd after the game, and were forced to witness an indescribable scene. the sweet giggles, which were like the peaceful melody of an angel, escaped your mouth so carelessly. that man, dressed in the signature baby blue jersey raised an arm. fingertips slowly caressed over your smooth skin. just a small contact, someone’s dirty and unworthy hands touching what belonged to him.

the celebration was forgotten, skipped without an apology as erling almost forcefully dragged you towards the car. it was exactly how you ended up, sprawled out on the double sized bed. legs spread, trembling and too heavy to even lift them an inch. erling’s hips snapped against yours, the warm arousal glistened on the insides of your thighs and left wet stains on the duvets beneath.

a hand buried in the long blonde strands of the footballer. short nails scratching over his scalp while his red-covered face was nuzzled into the side of your neck. “you’re mine, you get that?” his grunts interrupted the sentences, the deep breaths between the words caused a dark satisfaction to settle in between you and him.

“are you listening? you’re fucking mine. none of those dirty bastards are allowed to touch you so sincere.” with each spoken syllables, erling slammed his hips against your. diving deep into your warmth and wetness, spreading you out further than the weeks before and growing the force. “tell me.”

he ordered, stilling his hips. the tip of his erected dick stayed between your pussy lips, preparing for another thrust. but he wouldn’t give you the allowance for a release if you wouldn’t be able to obey him. head thrown back, strands scattered around your head and over the pillows. eyes closed tightly, mouth widely open and prepared to feel the indescribable waves of pleasure and ecstasy. “i’m yours, erling. only yours.” you whimpered, bottom lip quivering from the intensity of the treatment.

and who would he be if his puffy lips wouldn’t turn upwards, the satisfaction written in the curve of his smirk. “good girl.” he whispered against your ear, focusing back on the rough punishment. one more thrust, two, it was enough to send you into a world filled with bliss. and erling mumbling the word ‘mine’ over and over again as he helped you through the waves, made it difficult to calm down.

[femme4ngel]

𐐪♡𐑂 telling erling to get down on his knees in front of you.

𐐪♡𐑂 pairing: erling haaland x gender neutral reader

𐐪♡𐑂 smut drabble

usually he’s the dominant one but he’s not opposed change, he love’s trying new things and he especially loves when you come up with new ideas, he listens and follows your instructions while looking at you with his puppy like eyes. this time he’s towering over you ( as always he’s 6’4 after all…) you are in the middle of a makeout sess, his bigger figure swallowing yours, your back pressing against the walls of the bedroom. you break apart for a second, grabbing his shirt and gasping for air. looking up at him, seeing his golden hair pour down his shoulders, his eyes locked with yours. thats when you get the idea and without hesitation you ask him;

“ can you please get down on your knees?erling.. “

he looks at you surprised, so you quickly correct yourself, now with your cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“ but you don’t have to you know it was just.. just a thought “

a cheeky grin appears on his face and as an answer, he holds your hands in his and without breaking eye contact he gets down on his knees. oh the sight of him, doing that makes you dizzy. he’s so beautiful, his hair golden and shiny,his eyes sparkling from excitement, his lips full and wet from your kisses. he’s still so huge and broad, but having him down on his knees just feels insane. you feel your face heat up even more, your heart beats so fast as you squeeze your thighs together trying to soothe the ache between your legs. you run your fingers through his hair, caressing his face, touching his lips.. you can see on erling he’s really enjoying himself, staring into your eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

he smiles wide and asks;

“ what should i do now baby?”

[mchlgayser]

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