#erling haland

[playingmyselfafiddle]

[femme4ngel]

please fic where you meet for the first time erling haaland at a party and feel love at first sight or something like that 😭 like an instant attraction where you keep eye contact all the time

im sorry u asked for this quite some time ago 😭

not to be dramatic but he noticed you the moment you walked into the room. you were holding hands with one of your girl friends, laughing loudly. your black mini dress was hugging your curves so perfectly, your shining curls flowed down your back, he just couldn’t stop staring at you. he watched you walk around the club, his eyes fixated upon your body. he watched you drag your friends to the dance floor, swaying your hips, losing yourself in the music, your hands in the air, your eyes closed as you danced.

and of course you noticed him staring, he wasn’t exactly subtle. your friends whispered into your ears the minute you stepped foot into the club, letting you know who he is. you continued acting like you had no idea he was watching you, ignoring his piercing gaze. the room was full of tension, the red lights flooding the dance floor, the alcohol making you feel confident and somewhat drowsy. if it wasn’t for the amount of vodka you consumed that night you wouldn’t have walked up to him. but after 5 shots you just couldn’t stop yourself, you felt powerful and brave as you walked towards his tall figure. he was standing in the back with a few of his friends, his eyes still on you, now widening as he noticed you coming towards him. his cheeks flushed, he’s mind started racing. he was somewhat embarrassed he wanted to make the first move, he just had no idea how. ( perhaps staring at you intensely wasn’t the best idea but he was sure he would have worked out something soon..)

but the minute you stepped up to him, he forgot about everything. your eyes on his face, your body so close to his, the scent of your perfume hugging him, he couldn’t think straight anymore.

“ hey i noticed you watching me, do you want to dance maybe?”- you ask, staring in his eyes with a warm, cheeky smile. he nods as a response, slipping his hand into yours, completely mesmerized by your presence as he follows you to the dance floor.

[cityzenchick]

Erling and Jude owning the stage together at Ballon D'or 2023 ⭐️😍💛

Erling and Jude backstage beforehand having not seeing each other for ages! 🫂 🤣

Work besties forever 💛🖤💛

[anytimebitchess]

Barbie, if she were perfect.

[cityzenchick]

Each of these guys are hot in different ways ..... Rico has the most beautiful eyes, Erling has too many to list (but I am biased!) and Ruben is handsome, sexy, assertive and personally I love his fluffy hair! Got to mention John Stones as well as he's in the first gif - well he is pure sex on legs!! Just sayin' ....... 😉

[thesportsocean]

Once upon a time, in the picturesque town of Bryne, Norway, a young prodigy named Erling Haaland emerged onto the football scene. With a twinkle in his eye and a burning desire to conquer the sport, Erling embarked on a remarkable journey that would capture the hearts of fans worldwide.

As a child, Erling's love for football knew no bounds. He spent endless hours kicking a worn-out ball against the walls of his backyard, dreaming of one day gracing the world's biggest stadiums. His raw talent was undeniable, and soon word of his incredible skills spread like wildfire through the close-knit community.

News of Erling's remarkable abilities eventually reached the scouts of top clubs across Europe. One day, while scrolling through an article on his laptop, Erling stumbled upon an insightful piece about his idol, Cristiano Ronaldo. Intrigued, he clicked on the link to read more about the legendary player's lifestyle and the dedication that fueled his success.

Inspired by Ronaldo's story, Erling channeled his passion into his training and focused on developing not only his football skills but also his physical and mental well-being. He recognized the importance of a balanced lifestyle, understanding that success on the field was intertwined with his personal growth off the field.

As Erling's career soared to new heights, his dedication to maintaining a healthy lifestyle became even more crucial. A chance encounter with an article on The Sports Ocean website shed light on the various aspects of his daily routine, from his rigorous training sessions to his carefully curated diet. Intrigued, Erling absorbed the information like a sponge, incorporating valuable insights into his own regimen.

The Sports Ocean article highlighted the importance of discipline, perseverance, and a positive mindset—lessons that resonated deeply with Erling. He embraced the challenges that came his way, viewing each setback as an opportunity for growth. Erling's unwavering determination and the guidance of his coaches and mentors propelled him forward, setting him apart from his peers.

With every goal he scored and every record he shattered, Erling's star continued to rise. He remained grounded, though, never forgetting his roots and the support of his family and friends. His story became a testament to the power of hard work, sacrifice, and the impact of a healthy lifestyle.

As Erling's fame grew, journalists and fans alike were captivated by his journey. They chronicled his rise to stardom, celebrating his achievements and examining the factors that contributed to his success. One such article on The Sports Ocean provided a unique perspective on Erling's lifestyle, shedding light on the meticulous attention he paid to every aspect of his career.

Through the highs and lows, Erling's story inspired countless aspiring footballers around the world. His relentless pursuit of excellence, combined with the insights he gleaned from articles like the one on The Sports Ocean, shaped him into a true sporting icon. Erling's legacy extended far beyond the pitch, serving as a beacon of hope and motivation for those striving to reach their own goals.

And so, as the final whistle blew on Erling's remarkable journey, his story became etched in the annals of football history. His dedication, coupled with the invaluable lessons he absorbed from articles like the one on The Sports Ocean, left an indelible mark on the sport and the hearts of millions. Erling Haaland had become a legend, a true embodiment of the power of a relentless spirit and a healthy lifestyle.

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[wags-confessions]

“Haland and Isabel were pictured together, I still don’t understand or at least that’s not what I would do, to move to another country without probably finishing my education. Who knows if Isabel is really studying something in England 🤷‍♀️”

Well thankfully for YOU, you dont have to understand because you are NOT a wag so stop projecting YOUR expectations and preferences on OTHER people. Also, Isabel is young. Yall act like there’s a deadline/timeline for higher education. If things dont work out between her and Haaland, she can always go back to school and pursue a career. A breakup is bot gonna end her young life. It’s not going to be the end of the world. She can always pick it up and move on with her life. Breaking up with your footballer bf does not incapacitate you to live your life. She’s not even in her 20s. She can attend uni when she’s ready for it. Or not attend uni at all. It seems like right now, she wants to enjoy her time with Erling.

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[cryptoto]

Ange Tel can unleash Spurs Starlet, which was "born to score goals"

Tottenham Hotspur He went to the match last night against Manchester City in the hope of the fourth victory Premier League A game on the bounce. Unfortunately, the goal of Erling Haland is confirmed in the first half of this. However, while they left the match, empty -handed, AngCoglou The side was not horrific, and they were slightly clinical in the last third, they could have taken at least…

[cityzenchick]

Haaland hugs all round 🤗 well done guys - proud of you 👏💋

[ 1 - 3 ] Erling Haaland｜ BSC Young Boys vs Manchester City

[hamsdd]

Ange Tel can unleash Spurs Starlet, which was "born to score goals"

Tottenham Hotspur He went to the match last night against Manchester City in the hope of the fourth victory Premier League A game on the bounce. Unfortunately, the goal of Erling Haland is confirmed in the first half of this. However, while they left the match, empty -handed, AngCoglou The side was not horrific, and they were slightly clinical in the last third, they could have taken at least…

[anytimebitchess]

Kylian Mbappé as a blond = Erling Håland with braids

[qubixo1]

Real Madrid Storm in Man City in the Champions League to control a tie Football news

Jude Bellingham scored the winner at a time of stopping, as Real Madrid came twice from behind until more misery in Manchester City, with a 3-2 victory in the Champions League, and a victory in the first registry in the Federation. Erling Haland twice in the lead with his first goals in five games against Madrid on Tuesday. However, their holders arrived through Kylian Mbappe and Ibrahim Diaz…

[newsmatik]

'I'm the only one of 25 minutes last'

The Master of Manchester City Dom Guardila is acknowledges that he only has 25 minutes of loss of 5-1 months to kill. The Prime Minister of the prime minister in the north of London was increasing and descended from thanks to Martin Odegaal. Erling haland has been involved in the second half, but it’s a flower of the weapon from the home and leaves Guardioala men to the sword. Despite the failure…

[footbalopinions]

Jude Bellingham has skyrocketed into the top players in the new generation since joining Real Madrid. Even in his time at Dortmund he was a very promising player along Erling Haland but shined even brighter when Haland left. Since his arrival at Real Madrid he has played 10 games and scored 10 goals with most of them being game winners. He has matched Cristiano Ronaldos record when he played at Madrid in his first 10 games and Bellingham shows no stopping. In my opinion he is the best player currently surpassing the likes of Kylian Mbappe and his old teammate Erling Haland.

[holygrailimagines]

After Fight

Summary: Erling and Reader get into a small fight which then turns into some filthy smut. Slight angst in the beginning, SMUT! 

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“What the hell is this?” Erling asks, walking into your bedroom with disbelief and shock written all over his face. You looked up from your phone and were greeted with a shirtless Erling holding up his Manchester City jersey, only it was about three times smaller than usual. Your eyes widened as you placed a hand over your mouth. 

“Oh, my goodness!” You let out, standing up to inspect the jersey. Erling lets go of the jersey, letting it puddle to the floor as his large hand runs down his face in frustration. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, finding humor in the thought of Erling sporting a cropped version of Man City’s uniform. 

“You think this is funny?” Erling snaps at you, taking you by surprise. You thought Erling would have been laughing with you. You shrug in response, “a little,” you admit, a small smile forming on your lips. He scoffs at you, bending down and snatching the jersey off the floor. He looks at you with stern eyes, anger visible in his blue orbs. 

“I'm gonna be late for practice and it’s all your fault.” He states accusingly, your smile falters as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“What are you- my fault?” You couldn’t even choose what sentence to respond with, anger bubbling in your blood. 

“Yes, you're a grown woman. You should know how to do laundry by now.” He shakes his head in disapproval, walking right past you and into your shared closet. You stood there, dumbfounded by his words. You feel yourself go red, chest heaving rapidly, eyes scanning the now empty space in front of you. You follow him angrily into the closet, your arms folded over your chest. Erling doesn’t even acknowledge you as he searches the racks of clothing for a spare jersey. 

“If that’s how you feel, then maybe you should do your own laundry.” You respond fiercely. You glared up at his side profile, waiting for his response or a change of heart. 

“You know what?” He turns to you, and suddenly you remember how tall he was compared to you. You take a small step back, your confidence fading and the anger in your eyes momentarily flickered with fear. “I will.” He states, turning his attention back to the racks. You open your mouth to respond but before you can, you hear him mutter something under his breath. 

“You never know how to do anything right anyway.” 

You clenched your jaw, your eyes stinging with tears. Erling, noticing your lack of response, turns to you. If it weren’t for your blurred version, you would have seen his hardened expression soften, guilt and regret replacing every trace of anger. You try blinking away your tears, only for a few to squeeze out. Erling reaches for your face, wanting to stroke them off your soft cheeks. You quickly back away, wiping your own tears before turning and leaving him in the closet. He’s quick to follow you, turning you by your shoulder and engulfing you in a tight hug. Your cheek and arms are pressed tightly against his bare chest, tears flowing freely from your eyes. 

“I’m so sorry my love,” he whispers, his Norwegian accent thicker than usual, “I should have never said that.” You let him hold you like this for some time, relaxing into his warm embrace. His large hand gently holds your chin, turning your head so he could see your face. You look up at him through tear-soaked lashes, eyes full of sadness. Erling literally felt his heart shatter, angry with himself for making you feel like this. 

“Please, what can I do for you to forgive me?” He asks, his soft gaze searching your eyes for some sign of forgiveness. You bite your lip, the question making you feel things you shouldn’t. You snake your arms around his neck, bringing the side of his head to your level while getting on your tippy toes. 

“Fuck me.” You whisper in his ear. With only two words, Erling could already feel his cock twitching with excitement. He quickly turns to meet your gaze, wondering whether you were serious or not. He knew you weren’t joking when your eyes, once full of sorrow, were now clouded with lust. Just like that, he forgets all about practice. He places a large hand on your throat, gently pushing you backwards and onto the bed. You sit down on the edge, still looking up at him teasingly and pretending you didn’t notice his raging bulge. He looks down at you with hungry eyes, already feeling the pleasure of your lips wrapped around his dick. He quickly slides down his white shorts and boxers, his monster cock springing free. He hisses as the cold air embraces his throbbing shaft. He grips it firmly, his tip already leaking. Before he can tap his tip against your lips, you put a finger up. 

“No,” you say sternly, catching Erling by surprise, “I said. Fuck. Me.” You remind him. He smirks, slowly undressing you himself. Now completely nude, you lean back on your elbows and bring your knees up before spreading them wide. Erling swallows hard at the sight, your pussy glistening and begging to be fucked by his cock. He crawls on top of you, his lips smashing into yours. It’s sloppy but passionate, your core heating up at the smacking noises. He trails his kisses from your lips to your jaw, then your neck, down the valley of your breast and finally dangerously close to your aching cunt. You watch as he dived down, his tongue plunging into you. You let out a loud moan, your hands gripping his hair tightly. You were so glad he didn’t have it up. He grunts against your pussy with each tug, the sensation sending you further into pleasure. 

“Oh, Erling. Just like that.” You praise him. Your hips jolting with each swirl of his tongue. He reaches a hand up, gripping your breast tightly. His thumb caresses your sensitive nipple. You gasp, overwhelmed by all this gratification. 

“I’m gonna come.” You let out through high pitched moans. He doesn’t even flinch, adding two thick fingers inside you and pumping them rapidly. That’s all you need as the knot in your stomach comes undone. Moans and whines escape your lips as you lose complete control of your body, shivers running up and down your spine. Erling roughly pumped himself at the sight of your orgasm, proud of what he’d done to you. 

Before you could properly recover, Erling stands at the edge of the bed and pulls you toward him, stuffing every inch of his manhood into your raw cunt. It hurt so good. You moan loudly, your tight pussy violently clenching around his girth. He lets out a grunt, your walls feeling slicker and warmer than ever before. He grips your thighs as your legs are up against his chest. With more access to your core, his thrusts became rougher and animalistic. He looks down, watching as he pulls all the way out before slamming back in. All you can do is moan, looking up at him with droopy eyes. His eyes focus on your tits, watching as they jolt with every thrust. He reaches down and slaps one of them, leaving an instant red handprint. You gasp in response, head thrown back against the bed as you grip the sheets beneath you. Sweat begins to build up on Erling’s forehead, soaking the roots of his blonde hair. He reaches down again, only this time placing his large hand around your neck. He applies a tiny amount of pressure which is enough to send you into overdrive. Your walls clench around him even tighter, earning a groan from the giant man above you. You could feel your second orgasm creeping up inside you. 

“Erling,” you struggled to let out.

“I know baby, I know.” He says, his hands tightly grip your waist as he jackhammers into you. He grunts and groans, his cock twitching and pulsating against your walls. He’s balls deep now, struggling to keep up with his previous brutal pace.

“Let go, my love.” He whispers in Norwegian and that’s all you need. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your second orgasm rocks your entire body. Erling thrusts a few more times before you hear him moan your name, his load warming your insides. His limp cock slips out and you whimper at the feeling. Erling collapses beside you, trying to catch his breath. He places his calloused hand on top of yours, his fingers interlacing with yours.

“Do you forgive me?” Erling asks sincerely. You smile, nodding in response. 

“Well, I guess it is my fault you're late to practice now.” You joke, glancing at the clock on the wall. Erling smiles, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. You're too spent to even move, opting to stay in bed naked for a bit longer. After some time, he gets up and slides his boxers on before heading back into the closet. 

“I think this would look so hot on you.” You look up to see Erling holding up the shrunken jersey.  

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