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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.

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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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[footballxixstars]

Kicking Baby • Erling Haaland

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 8

“Mummy it kicked me. The baby kicked me,”

“Mummy it kicked me. The baby kicked me,” Your daughter got out sounding slightly astonished like she didn’t know that babies could move and kick in the tummy. To be fair she is only 4 so she probably didn’t however you have spoken about it before as it had happened before just not whilst she was leaning against your tummy. The baby had been moving around all day and it was slightly uncomfortable so you managed to persuade your daughter to sit down and watch a film together. She was lying down cuddling into you when the baby kicked her.  

“They’re saying hello to their big sister,” You gasped. Once again the baby kicked against your daughter's hands which were now on your tummy and she started giggling and just looked at you with amazement in her eyes.  

“Hi baby,” Your daughter giggled now patting your stomach as well to say hello to the baby. This made a smile come over your face and carefully you grabbed your phone to record this moment. From the moment you found out you were pregnant you were nervous about how your daughter would react to it because she was so used to having all of your and Erling’s attention however when you told her she was so excited and both you and Erling have made sure has been a part of it all not wanting her to be left out at all. Your daughter has loved going to the scans to see the baby and hearing the heartbeat and she’s even loved picking out a teddy and some clothes for the new baby. She is very excited and that is showing right now.  

Pulling you from your thoughts your daughter let out a screech but before you could warn her she had ran off to go and grab something. It wasn’t long before she came running back in with a couple of her own books in her hands and you were slightly confused because as much as she loves reading she would rather sit and watch a film like you were doing but now she had several books in her hands.  

“Are we going to read Bubba?” You questioned manoeuvring yourself so you were in a more comfortable position to read. Your daughter just shook her head as she bounced over to you and climbed onto the sofa placing the books next to her.  

“I’m going to read to the baby since they are awake,” Your daughter spoke picking up her favourite book and opening it up. Your daughter was only starting to learn to read so she couldn’t actually read it with the actual words and make it accurate however considering how much you and Erling had read it she could probably recite it word for word. Plus there were pictures so she could make it up.  

You just stayed there lying on the sofa allowing your daughter to ‘read’ the books to the baby and after taking a video of the moment you put your phone down and just enjoyed the moment. When your second child is born you know that there won’t be a lot of peaceful moments so you have to take it all in now plus this moment is actually adorable. As your daughter was reading you heard the front door open and you knew that Erling was home after training. That was how you could tell that your daughter was so engrossed in reading because usually she would sprint to the door to meet him but now she’s just reading.  

Keeping one eye on the door you watched and waited for Erling to come through and when he did you put your finger up to your lips telling him to keep quiet as you didn’t want him to disturb what was happening. He just nodded his head and pointed to the bedroom before disappearing. He was obviously going to change before interrupting the moment. Change into something more comfortable and sort himself out before your daughter wants his constant attention. After letting her know about her new baby sibling, she was excited but at the same time has become significantly clingier with you both probably knowing that she will have to share attention with the new baby so she’ll try to get it all now. It was nice but was also making you nervous about the new baby's arrival.  

“Hi,” You mouthed to Erling when he returned to the room after getting changed. He had this soft smile on his face and his hair was down flowing free around his shoulders allowing it to relax a bit after being up in a bun all day because of training. He loved being able to get home and just let his hair loose and so did your daughter who loved platting it and doing a bunch of different things to it. To be honest you were slightly jealous of his hair. It’s so soft and shiny and you adore just running your hand through it. You love it when it’s down as it usually means he’s relaxing and when he puts it up it’s to get it out of his face so he can do some sort of work and it’s usually never up unless your daughter has done it when he’s at home. You get to see it all lovely and free-flowing.  

“Hi,” He mouthed back as he walked closer. He placed a soft kiss against your temple before leaning down and grabbing your daughter and tickling her causing her to screech and let out a bunch of giggles whilst wriggling around trying to get out of Erling’s hold.  

“Daddy,” She squealed, and Erling stopped tickling her and actually cuddled her this time. She leaned into his arms and laid her head on his shoulders just cuddling into him. One of her hands crawled around his back to grab the ends of his hair which she ended up twirling around her fingers.  

“What have you been doing?” Erling softly asked her.  

“The baby kicked me,” She told him, smiling brightly. Her smile was the exact copy of Erling’s very own smile. It was mental how much she looked like Erling at times. Also, it was quite rude considering you carried her for 9 months and she has the audacity to look like Erling. Her eyes even crease in the same way his did when she smiles and laughs. It is adorable.  

“The baby kicked you,” Erling responded pretending to sound shocked by that and your daughter enthusiastically nodded her head and started rambling on and on about the baby and it kicking her before moving on to talking about god knows what. Erling listened intently to every word even if some of it made no sense whatsoever and even if some of the words she was speaking weren’t real words. He hung on to every word his daughter was saying, umming and ahhing and even asking a couple questions too which you think your daughter ignored because she was busy just rambling on whilst still twirling Erling’s hair around her little fingers.  

“I’m reading,” She eventually said interrupting her own little ramble before wiggling to get down. Once Erling let her down she ran to grab one of her books and sat next to you and began reading again. Meanwhile, Erling took a seat next to you on your other side and wrapped one arm around you whilst the other was resting possessively against your stomach just listening to your daughter trying to read the book. It was one of the rare and peaceful moments in this crazy household. Every now and then your daughter would look at you and Erling and you both would give her a smile so she would continue. It’s good to get her reading and it’s actually nice to listen to and see her improvement.  

“Our little family,” He whispered, rubbing your stomach and causing your child that was in your stomach to start kicking and moving around. It was a nice feeling especially with Erling’s hand there and Erling loved feeling the baby kick too. Like your daughter it made him included in the pregnancy, slightly anyway. Before you were able to say anything back to him your daughter had seemed to finish reading her book to your bump and apparently needed entertaining by a very specific person. Erling.  

“Daddy, I'm bored. Can I do your hair?” Your daughter begged pushing her book onto the floor. 

“You’re soon going to have two of them pulling you in a million different directions,” You chuckled when he gave you a look that said ‘please save me.’ He loves his daughter, he does, and loves playing with her and would honestly do anything for her however when she does his hair… it hurts. He’s actually shocked that he has as much hair as he does considering how hard your daughter pulls it. He will never say no to her though because your daughter thoroughly enjoys it and he loves anything that she does. 

“I can’t wait,” He replied kissing your temple and bump before moving to entertain your daughter whilst you stayed sitting on the sofa. This is your little family and you cannot wait for the adventure when the new baby arrives.

MASTERLIST | MORE HAALAND

[oh-saints]

Erling Haaland alphabet nfsw

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

please DNI if you're not 18+ yet!

A for after care

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

B for body part

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

C for cum

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

D for dirty secret

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

E for experience

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

F for favourite position

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

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

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

H for hair

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

I for intimacy

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

J for jack-off

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

K for kink

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

L for location

always. love. wherever. the mirrors. are.

M for motivation

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

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

the whole exhibitionist concept and its execution.

O for oral

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

P for pace

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

Q for quickie

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

R for risk

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

S for stamina

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

T for toys

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

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

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

V for volume

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

W for wild card (a random headcanon)

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

X for xray

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

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

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

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

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

[damiansgoodgirll]

If your taking requests can you write a cute and fluffy fic with Erling please xx

yay! this is set post champions league!

erling haaland x reader

my champion

you couldn’t wait to celebrate manchester city’s victory over inter when they won the champions league. you were so proud of erling and the whole team for achieving this amazing goal.

city literally won everything this year and your heart was full of joy, especially knowing how much this meant for erling.

of course you let him celebrate the victory with his teammates and family, as he got drunk and went partying. it was honestly amusing seeing him like that. he’s usually calm and composed that seeing him so waisted made you laugh.

and even though he loved partying with his friends and family, he couldn’t wait to celebrate with you.

once you were back at the hotel, erling couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

“erling!” you laughed “stop it…”

his hands were tickling the sides of your waist as he left love bites all over your neck.

“i’m so happy” he said half drunk.

“yes, i can tell” you joked.

he showed you the gold medal and he put it over your neck like it was a classic necklace.

“it suits you” he smiled and you blushed. the way he was looking at you, full of love and passion. he loved you and you were sure of it.

“my champion…” you said “it sounds pretty good” you smiled again.

“your champion” he sat down on the bed and took you with him “this season was crazy” he started thinking how incredibly well this season went.

“you made it incredible…” you whispered and he looked at you smiling.

“well, i had the best support, you were always by my side, every watch you were there cheering for me and i can’t thank you enough for this…i love you so much y/n, i really love you so much” he said while his lips went on yours. the kiss was soft, tender, full of love.

“supporting you it’s the least i could do for you…you’ve always been here for me, i love you too erling” you kissed him again while he helped you laying on the bed.

you’ve spent the night between each other’s arms, tv playing in background as you stayed awake, remembering all the good memories you two shared in all these past years.

[missyxxxxx]

Based on this request ;)

Request : Erling Braut Haaland - Size Kink NSFW + 18 MDNI

SO HEAR ME OUT . - He is 6 ft 4 and weights 207Ibs soooooooooooooooo . . . HE IS NOT JUST BIG HE IS MASSIVE .

I personally think that Erling enjoys the size difference between you and him. Of course if you are smaller than him , get ready because he is going to use it at his advantage.

Picking you up in every way possible , throwing you over his shoulders like you weight nothing , practically taking you with him everywhere.

He can actually hold you throughout the WHOLE day and it's nothing to him.

And in the sexy times ? !

MANHANDLING ? !

You are being manhandled ALL THE TIME ? !

Even if you have fucked a lot of times you still have trouble taking him all so he always find a way to make you even wetter for him.

Missionary ?

Doggy Style ?

He holds you up in the air not just because it helps you both because of the height difference , it also adds more pleasure - and of course he does it to flex his strong arms to you -

Matting Press and a tummy bulge ?

YES ! ! !

Every time he takes your hands and he places them on top of your lower tummy .

" Can you feel that love ? Hm ? " He asks you every time but you are just so drunk in pleasure that you can't even form a single word .

Or when every time he is about to cum he just crashes you with his body down , hitting the spots that makes you see stars.

In aftercare he makes sure to remind you of your size difference.

" You are so little . " He says to you while leaving kisses all over tour face .

It even applies on how you sleep.

You being tossed around like his teddy bear , waking up beneath him or with a strong arm on your waist.

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@unimportantbabymilksharkte

@evarasworld

[macybeckham7]

Fodens son having a crush on Haalands girlfriend and always stealing her attention when they're together at Etihad or any other celebration. All lads joking that his game is strong and that Haaland should keep watch on him because he may steal his gf and Foden being a proud father.

From the first time you went to the Etihad, Ronnie was in love with you, you sat next to the Foden’s and got talking to them. Ronnie cracked all the jokes and felt an adrenaline rush when he had your full attention. Whenever you walked into the room, he was the first one over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Erling. Everyone knew that the little Foden had a crush on you, Jack joking that you were his girlfriend, Jack and Kevin laughing that Haaland has competition. He shakes his head as he has you cuddled up to him and then Ronnie cuddles up to you, the two of them fighting for your full attention. Phil ultimately being proud as he watches his game, and knowing he’ll break hearts when he gets older.

[applejuicefruit]

I love the way you write it's AMAZING! For real though right now my comfort fics are written by you, I hope you realize how appreciated you are <33

I also noticed that requests are open. Can I request an erling haaland angst? Smth like he loves reader but she's with someone else and he cannot stand it? You can do some jealousy and a happy ending your choice ♡♡

sorry for the happy ending part because this is pure angst 😩😩

also recommending this song !

erling haaland x reader

Promise you’ll lie

promise you’ll lie

promise you’ll lie

everything that erling dreamt about was having you by his side. not that you weren’t by his side, you were like brother and sister but he wanted more.

he wanted to wake up next to you every morning, he wanted to make love to you while the sun was shining outside, he wanted to hold you when you had a bad day and he wanted to surprise you or spoil you with random gifts but he knew he couldn’t have it.

you had sleepovers every weekend, it was something that started when you were kids and even if you got older that’s something that never left your weekly list.

but for him, it wasn’t the same having sleepovers with you and sleeping with you. he loved you and you had no idea.

when you were younger you got a crush for erling, more than a crush. but you were young, barely sixteen and you had no idea what love meant.

you knew you couldn’t have him the way you wanted, he never looked at you in that way. but you stayed closed to him and supported him in every way you could. you never missed his games or his interviews or his parties, you were always there for him.

as you got older you tried to find love somewhere else and even if it got a little harder, one day you met someone who really showed you what love meant.

he was kind and patient with you, taking things slow, showing you love and respect and now, two years later you were engaged. you were the happiest woman on earth and you thought that erling was happy for you too but since the engagement announcement he started avoiding you, saying he had things to do with football or sponsors and you got tired of his childish behaviour so one day you decided to confront him about it.

you were currently in his apartment, asking him for an explanation but he looked anything but happy to see you.

“erling, you’re my best friend…i truly don’t get it” you told him.

“i know!” he shouted back.

“why are you mad at me? what have i done to you?” you asked him, on the verge of crying because in all of your years of friendship you never fought this bad.

“i’m not mad at you y/n, i’m mad at me!”

“what? erling please…what is going on?” you asked him again.

“i’m mad at me because in all of these years i never had the courage to tell you how much i love you! i love you y/n and i’m such an idiot for telling you this right after your engagement because i can see how happy you are with him and how much he loves you” it was erling the one who was crying now.

“you love me?” you whispered.

“i do, i love you so much…i want to be the man you wake up next to in the morning, i want to be the man who hold you when you cry or when you have a bad day and i want to be the one who dry your tears…i want to make love to you and show you how much you mean to me…but i know i can’t have that” he said trying to avoid his look because you were speechless.

“i know this is a lot to take in…you just needed to know…” he whispered.

i know i can’t help if you meet someone else

“erling i…” you whispered, no idea of what you were going to say.

“i know i just fucked up our friendship but you deserved to know it…”

“no, you didn’t fucked up our friendship because i can’t imagine a life where you are not here with me…these days without hearing a word from you were the hardest…i need you in my life erling, but not in the way you want me to, i’m sorry…” you apologised knowing you just broke his heart.

“i know…” he was hurting “i know…it will be hard but i’ll always be by your side y/n…you’re still my best friend after all” he wanted to call you love and not best friend but if he had to choose between having you as a friend or not having you at all he chose to have you as a friend because he couldn’t live a life where you weren’t there. 

“okay…i’ll see you tomorrow then? for our brunch?” you asked him, trying to make everything normal again.

“sure” he smiled even if all he wanted to do was crying and screaming.

with those words you left his apartment with heavy heart. 

did you made the right decision? 

what if you were going to regret your wedding? 

no, you loved your boyfriend, you wouldn’t choose it in any other way. 

you can tell him that you love him as long as it’s a lie.

promise you’ll lie, promise you’ll lie.

[moo-siala]

NIGHT IN THE MALDIVES — ERLING HAALAND

PAIRING: erling haaland x wife!reader

SUMMARY: you’re enjoying the maldives with your husband and he’s trying to convince you to go skinny dipping with him.

CONTENT: smut (+18), p in v, erling being a little shit, not proof read

NOTE: sorry for the wait! like i mentioned before, tumblr was being annoying and wouldn’t let me verify my email but hey! we’re here now! this is another repost from my old blog.

you and erling were spending the break in the maldives to celebrate your two-year anniversary. you had visited the maldives for your honeymoon, and erling knew how much you loved it. wanting to surprise you and create even more special memories, he chose to return to this beautiful destination that was filled with nothing but love on your last visit.

the water, the sunset, the tranquility, and the privacy were the things you cherished the most about the place. you could enjoy the sun, the beach, your book, and your husband without having to worry about a single thing. well… unless your husband had something in mind, just like right now.

erling was trying to convince you to skinny dip with him. more like he was begging you to skinny dip with him.

"erling, i said no" you giggled,

"why not? we have our own private pool" he pouted, giving you the cutest puppy eyes.

“stop it with the puppy eyes, they won't work this time" you rolled your eyes.

"you sure?" he smirked.

“very, so stop trying manipulating me" you said as you turned the page of your book.

"fine" he whines and made his way to the pool.

"your loss!" he said again after a few minutes as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“you’re a child” you shook your head trying to contain the laughter.

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after an afternoon spent reading, tanning, and playing in the water with erling, you decided it was time for dinner. the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the beach as you made your way to the restaurant.

the meal was delicious. as you were finishing your dessert, a thought crossed your mind. you recalled the question erling had asked you earlier in the day. a sly smile spread across your face as you considered your master plan, the anticipation of its unfolding adding a spark of excitement to the evening.

when you got back, erling said he needed to use the restroom. great, you thought as you made your way out to the pool. you left your phone in one of the chairs and proceeded to take off the dress you had chosen for the evening along with your underwear. you got in the water and swam by yourself for a little bit before you heard erling calling your name.

“in the pool!” you said, making your way to the edge of the pool and resting your arms there.

“what are you doing?” he chuckled.

“wanted to go for a swim” you smiled at him as he was oblivious to your lack of clothing.

he smiled and stared at you for a few seconds, and that's when he noticed. you were in the pool, yes, but he didn't recall you putting a bikini on. he smirked and got a bit closer.

"you're naked aren't you" he looked at you, biting his lip.

“why don’t you come in and find out yourself?” you smirked.

you had never seen erling get rid of his clothes that fast.

he got in the water and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into him and meeting your lips in a hot and passionate kiss. you kissed back and ran your fingers through his blonde locks.

“just do it already" you moaned between kisses when he squeezed your ass.

"so desperate" he cooed, wrapping your legs around his waist.

erling pressed your back against the pool gently and slid his length between your folds, you bit your lip and wrapped your arms around his neck. he grabbed your waist and started pounding into you, making you whimper.

“keep going, pretty girl, i want to hear you" he groaned softly as he increased the intensity of his thrusts.

erling knew exactly how to treat his woman. he knew what you liked and where you liked it, which made the sex even better.

he kept pounding into you as his fingers found your sensitive bud and his mouth found your right breast.

"erling" you moaned as you felt your orgasm building up,

"that's it baby girl, cum for me" he encouraged you as his movements became faster but sloppier, sending you to heaven and back. you let out one last moan as you came, erling following behind a few moments later.

“fuck, i love you” he groaned before kissing you.

“i love you more” you said, panting and leaving a soft kiss to his lips.

needless to say, that night in the maldives was really special.

a few weeks later you found out you were pregnant with your first child. erling insisted it was because you made love under the moon in the maldives. he also joked about naming the baby maldives, until you sent a pillow flying his way.

[nosugarallspice]

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

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“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.

—

“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.

[libraryofloveletters]

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

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"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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[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

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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.

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

[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.

[damiansgoodgirll]

posting this one again since it was one of my favorite erling one shot i’ve ever written!

erling haaland x reader

Promise you’ll lie

promise you’ll lie

promise you’ll lie

everything that erling dreamt about was having you by his side. not that you weren’t by his side, you were like brother and sister but he wanted more.

he wanted to wake up next to you every morning, he wanted to make love to you while the sun was shining outside, he wanted to hold you when you had a bad day and he wanted to surprise you or spoil you with random gifts but he knew he couldn’t have it.

you had sleepovers every weekend, it was something that started when you were kids and even if you got older that’s something that never left your weekly list.

but for him, it wasn’t the same having sleepovers with you and sleeping with you. he loved you and you had no idea.

when you were younger you got a crush for erling, more than a crush. but you were young, barely sixteen and you had no idea what love meant.

you knew you couldn’t have him the way you wanted, he never looked at you in that way. but you stayed closed to him and supported him in every way you could. you never missed his games or his interviews or his parties, you were always there for him.

as you got older you tried to find love somewhere else and even if it got a little harder, one day you met someone who really showed you what love meant.

he was kind and patient with you, taking things slow, showing you love and respect and now, two years later you were engaged. you were the happiest woman on earth and you thought that erling was happy for you too but since the engagement announcement he started avoiding you, saying he had things to do with football or sponsors and you got tired of his childish behaviour so one day you decided to confront him about it.

you were currently in his apartment, asking him for an explanation but he looked anything but happy to see you.

“erling, you’re my best friend…i truly don’t get it” you told him.

“i know!” he shouted back.

“why are you mad at me? what have i done to you?” you asked him, on the verge of crying because in all of your years of friendship you never fought this bad.

“i’m not mad at you y/n, i’m mad at me!”

“what? erling please…what is going on?” you asked him again.

“i’m mad at me because in all of these years i never had the courage to tell you how much i love you! i love you y/n and i’m such an idiot for telling you this right after your engagement because i can see how happy you are with him and how much he loves you” it was erling the one who was crying now.

“you love me?” you whispered.

“i do, i love you so much…i want to be the man you wake up next to in the morning, i want to be the man who hold you when you cry or when you have a bad day and i want to be the one who dry your tears…i want to make love to you and show you how much you mean to me…but i know i can’t have that” he said trying to avoid his look because you were speechless.

“i know this is a lot to take in…you just needed to know…” he whispered.

i know i can’t help if you meet someone else

“erling i…” you whispered, no idea of what you were going to say.

“i know i just fucked up our friendship but you deserved to know it…”

“no, you didn’t fucked up our friendship because i can’t imagine a life where you are not here with me…these days without hearing a word from you were the hardest…i need you in my life erling, but not in the way you want me to, i’m sorry…” you apologised knowing you just broke his heart.

“i know…” he was hurting “i know…it will be hard but i’ll always be by your side y/n…you’re still my best friend after all” he wanted to call you love and not best friend but if he had to choose between having you as a friend or not having you at all he chose to have you as a friend because he couldn’t live a life where you weren’t there. 

“okay…i’ll see you tomorrow then? for our brunch?” you asked him, trying to make everything normal again.

“sure” he smiled even if all he wanted to do was crying and screaming.

with those words you left his apartment with heavy heart. 

did you make the right decision? 

what if you were going to regret your wedding? 

no, you loved your boyfriend, you wouldn’t choose it in any other way. 

you can tell him that you love him as long as it’s a lie.

promise you’ll lie, promise you’ll lie.

[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: how about sweet Erling taking reader on a date in Norway? they’re not together but they’re dating, and that is the date when Erling decides to talk about his feelings. I didn’t have any particular setting in mind, just whipped Erling that likes to hold hands and kiss her forehead 🥹🥹 (anonymous)

Word Count: 694 words

(author's note: realised i misread the ask so i hope you still enjoy it + i kinda hate the ending, but i hope the erling fans enjoy anyway xoxo)

One thing Y/N loved about the end of the football season was returning to her boyfriend Erling’s family home in Norway. The rolling hills and scenic views instantly relaxed her and made her forget the stress of city life. 

The rising sun shone through the window in the couple's room. Erling awoke first, his eyes scanning over his girlfriend’s sleeping face. He smiled at the peacefulness that adorned her features. He always thought Y/N looked the best in the morning when she hadn’t yet been disturbed.

Y/N began to stir and opened her eyes slightly. 

“I can feel you staring,” she mumbled softly, “Creep.”

Erling laughed, “Not my fault you’re so gorgeous.”

He wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and pulled her closer to him. Pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of her head, Y/N brought her hands up to rub her eyes.

“Wanna take you out today,” Erling said, “We can go get a drink or something?”

“Okay, sounds good to me,” Y/N replied, “Anywhere specific in mind?”

He nodded, “There’s this coffee shop in town that I used to go to all the time. They have the best hot chocolate.”

After lazing in bed together for a little longer, the couple began to get ready. They took advantage of the slow morning and enjoyed the company of one another. When they were both ready, they pulled on their shoes and coats and headed out of the door.

Walking down the winding street, Erling gently grabbed his girlfriend’s hand and laced their fingers together. He squeezed her hand softly as they carried on down the path. They talked about anything and everything throughout their walk to the local town, laughing and joking like children.

As they pushed open the doors to the cafe, the barista looked up, and his face broke out into a smile.

“Erling, I haven’t seen you in forever! How are you?” He exclaimed, wiping his hands on his apron.

As the couple made their way over to the counter, Erling smiled back.

“Hey Alex, I’ve been good, how about you?” 

“Not too bad, who’s this?” The man asked, gesturing towards Y/N.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Alexander.”

Y/N smiled at him, “Lovely to meet you, Alex.”

“What can I get you guys?” Alex asked, moving towards the till.

“2 hot chocolates, please, extra cream,” Erling said.

Alex nodded and went to make the drinks. Y/N and Erling found an empty table and sat down. They resumed their conversation from earlier whilst waiting for their drinks.

Alex brought over the tray and placed them down, “Enjoy you two.”

Y/N brought the cup up to her lips and took a sip of the velvety liquid.

“You weren’t joking. This is incredible.”

Erling laughed, “I told you so, it’s still great after all these years.”

The pair fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying not only the drinks but also the company of each other.

“I love you,” Erling said after a while.

“Where’s that come from?”

“Bringing you to places I used to come as a kid just makes me realise how grateful I am to have found you.”

“I love you too, you big softie.”

The pair finished their drinks, said goodbye to Alex, and headed back outside. They took advantage of the calm weather and walked slowly through the streets of the town, hand in hand. 

They ended up in a park and found a bench in a secluded area. They sat down, and Erling wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders. Pressing a kiss to the side of her head, he stared at the tranquil scene ahead of him.

“I didn’t realise how long we stayed out,” Erling commented, referring to the sun that had begun to dip lower in the sky.

“We can start walking back soon. It shouldn’t be too dark.”

Erling nodded, pulling his girlfriend closer to him. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She slipped her hand into his as they watched the sun set further.

[macybeckham7]

Beckham reader caught making out with Erling Haaland in Ibiza. Media and fans go wild while her family is making fun of her since when she became Man City fan

The press was having a field day when they found out Haaland was letting his hair down on the island and the Beckham daughter also seen with a few friends. It was like winning the jackpot when they spot the two of them. You were perched on his knee as you talk amongst yourselves, you twirling his hair between your fingers, you smiling as you flirt up a storm. You dance, with his hands all over you, the media having a perfect spot as they see you kiss, which gets into a heavy make out session. The photos go like hot potatoes, your family whatsapp pops off with your brothers all tagging dad. ‘YN is no longer a red’ and ‘the only red left in the family and she’s gone blue’. Your dad finally replying and saying that no traitors are allowed in the house but then quickly texts that he cannot wait to meet his son in law.

[allgoodnamesrgoneee]

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Warning!  Fluff, Angst, Smut (18+).

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Concepts & Blurbs

Kylian Mbappé

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Virgil Van Dijk

Jude Bellingham

Erling Haaland

Aurélien Tchouaméni

Jules Koundé

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Forever my heart (K.M)

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