#erling haland

[playingmyselfafiddle]

[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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[oscpaistry]

size kink with haaland!

YES PLS🛐

He looked so handsome. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him. You were sitting on the sofa staring at Erling's every move. You couldn't help but smile.

"Whats wrong, kjærlighet?" (love?) He asks while locking eye contact with you. You crawled over to him and sit on your knees next to him. "You look so handsome right now. Thats all!" You say smiling. He smiles back at you and puts his hand on your thigh. His hands were so big, it almost took whole your thigh up.

You couldn't stop admiring him. His perfect blueish/greyish eyes, his perfect blond hair that is slicked back in a bun, his hands, how he sits with his legs spread open and his t-shirt riding up his abs.

"Come on søtnos. I see you looking at me. What do you want?" (Sweetie.) He says while rubbing up and down my thigh.

"I want you in me Erling." You say while holding your breath. Scared for his reaction.

He doesnt waste a second and pulls you onto his lap. Kissing him roughly. Your hands tangled in his hair while his hands were creeping up your shirt. He tugs at the hem of your shirt. You nod. He breaks the kiss and slowly takes off your shirt. Once your shirt is off he tries to unclasp your bra. But he fails. You smile and unclasp your bra. His gaze goes down to your boobs. You smile and kiss his. Hands around his neck.

You break the kiss and get off his lap. He looks confused. You palm his already hard shaft through his pants. "Y/n. Please dont tease me." He says. You take off your shorts and your panties. He smiles at the sight he sees.

You go on your knees and he already bucked his hips up for you. You take off his shorts and boxers. His shaft jumps up and hits your face. You stand up and go back onto his lap.

Your core is already slick. You grab his shaft and slowly drop yourself onto him.

"Erling, i dont know if your gonna fit. Your so big." You say as you looked at him. He groans at your statement. He likes it when you tease him with that. Erling has a huge size kink.

"You'll fit vennen. I promise you." (darling.) He halfway moans as his shaft hits your entrance. You moan. You slowly let him slide into you. "Erling, please your too big" you moan trying to tease him more. He grabs your ass, biting his lips, head lolled back while hes fully buried into you.

He trys to kiss you but he cant bring himself to it.

You loved how hes melted away by you phrases.

Erling was also very vocal when you sat on his lap and his shaft fully into you.

Yes, it short but i like it tbh!💗 Leave some requests🫶🏼

[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.

[le010n11]

ERLING HATTY IS SO SEXY SO BEAUTIFUL SO MAGNIFICENT

[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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[larry-22-blog]

Period Complications 5 x ADHD

Hi guys, thank you for all your feedback regarding the series, I hope you enjoy this one too, as always please add your input in, I love to read your comments and messages.

I try to take all the suggestions and include them in the story.

"I'm just so fucking angry! Why is it not fucking working!" I exclaimed in frustration trying to fix the bugs in my code, but I swear each time I fix one, another one just pops around the corner!

I hate this shit!

Who's idea was it to study Computer Science?!

It's bullshit!

I would be better off studying-- screw that! I would be better off not studying anything at fucking all!

I should have become a stripper or something! Would probably make more money selling feet pics to crazy people online than in this shit hole!

"You've got pretty feet… But they are for my eyes only" Erling chuckled from where he was leaning on the doorway, looking at me with his too-damn pretty face.

He's also not wearing a shirt.

Just some shorts. Some short shorts.

And he's sweaty and ---

Seriously why is he so damn hot all the fucking time?

"Awww thanks, babe!" He cheerfully said fist bumping into the air before moving towards me.

"Nope, out! Erling Braut Haland!" I said, trying to make him leave.

He shouldn't see me like this.

I don't want him to see what a mess I am.

Especially under stress.

"You're such a beautiful mess though, baby!" He exclaimed slowly coming closer to my desk, well, his desk. Since it's his house.

I just tried to kick the guy out of his own house.

"What's mine is yours, love, you know it!" He leaned forward from the other side of the desk, head resting on his arm as he watched me with a big smile on his face.

"Seriously what are you? Can you read minds?!" I asked frowning.

"Nah, you just tend to speak out loud when stressed or under pressure. It's cute. I find it quite endearing." He leaned and kissed the tip of my nose.

"Oh, oops!" I felt myself blushing.

"It's super entertaining too! Your mind is very funny, you go from one thing to another then back to the other thing and so on!" He chuckled, taking one of my trembling hands in his much bigger one and kissing the back of it.

"I can't help it… It's my ADHD brain going at 500km/h on a countryside road…" I sighed.

I hate the way my brain works sometimes.

Some other times I like it, makes me feel different but most of the time it's just frustrating and hard.

I feel so stupid most of the time, always thinking differently, always taking the long way around.

I just want a break from all the stress and pressure sometimes.

"Baby how can you say that, you're so smart, the smartest person I know, the most hard-working and selfless" he moved from where he was leaning over and came around the desk to where I was.

"I just feel like I have to work so much to make up for all these bullshit issues…" I feel tears filling my eyes.

"Baby…" he pulled me to his chest, hugging me tight as he leaned down so I could put my arms around his neck.

"Sorry, I'm all sweaty… I probably stink too" he said in my hair, kissing the top of my head.

"I love your scent," I said against his neck, on my tippy toes, hugging him tighter.

"You're something else baby" he chuckled.

"What do you say about a shower and then some comfy clothes, sneaks and Netflix and chill in our bed?" He proposed his accent peaking through quite a bit.

It's something that happens when he's tired or misses home or his family.

"Sounds like a plan, add some tea to the list and we are good to go," I said, kissing the top of his left pec as I moved away.

I let out an embarrassing loud squeal when he lifted me up and began carrying me upstairs.

"ERLING!! You have to stop carrying me around all the time!" I blushed into his neck.

This man is something else.

"Why? I quite enjoy it, no shush, go get the shower ready, I'll be back in a min with some clothes for us" he put me down in front of the shower and left running back to our room. I could hear him going through the drawers in the walk-in closet of the ensuite, smiling to myself as I started the water, making sure it was the perfect temperature as I undressed and stepped in.

I washed my body and was in the middle of washing my hair when I feel arms around my middle, pulling me back so our bodies are touching.

"I wanted to wash you!" He pouted, looking too cute for his own good.

"You can still wash me, come on, I'll wash you" I proposed, getting the soapy bath fluff nice and bubbly as I proceeded to press it on Erling's chest, washing his toned body. His chest, his arms, his back…

"You've got such an amazing butt… It's unfair!" I could not help myself so I squeezed it, loving how muscular and nice it feels. It looked so good all soapy.

"Hey! Hands of the merchandise!" He joked and I have him a playful slap on the right cheek as I moved back up, trying to get him to lean down to get a kiss.

"No kisses for you, you've been too naughty," he said, straightening his back so he put even more distance between us, smirking down at me.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to continue to wash myself then… Alone" I purposely turned my back to him, bending down to get my favourite shower gel and then proceed to wash my body, soaping up my chest and then looking up to see his reaction.

Well, I could have looked down also, there was definitely a reaction there too.

"Baby!! Those are mine too!" He exclaimed, moving his big hands on my chest, squeezing both my boobs, making me moan as he touched my sensitive nipples.

"Fucking hell, Erling!" I moaned as he moved behind me, pressing his front into my back, not letting go of my boobs as he played with my nipples.

"Love how sensitive they are, how sensitive you are…" he kissed my neck, holding me close as he played with my boobs. I could feel him pulsing against my back, he was hard. And so fucking big.

Everything about this guy is huge. Of course, his dick was also fucking huge.

I blushed at the thought.

"Erling please…" I begged.

I don't even know what I was asking. What did I want?

I just wanted him.

"Baby, slow down, we got all day" he chuckled.

"I want you inside me" I turned around pulling him down so we could kiss.

"No way in hell! Not going to happen on my watch!" He broke our kiss, putting some space between us and I looked confused up at him.

I couldn't help but feel insecure and rejected.

"You don't want to? With me?" I asked, looking sadly up at him.

"Of course I fucking want it! I love you, I desire you, can't you see how much you turn me on? I swear I'm always hard around you!" He groaned, using his hand to release some pressure on his very much still rock-hard cock.

I blushed, looking away.

"Then? Why do you keep rejecting me…" I whispered, looking up at him, into his lovely green eyes.

I love his eyes. They are such a complex colour, I swear they constantly change, depending on his mood.

"I'm not rejecting you, baby, I just don't want it to happen like this, it's your first time! It's supposed to be special, perfect! Not a fucking quickie in the shower!" He explained passionately.

I love how passionate this guy is about everything he does, and everything he loves.

I especially love it when I see him so passionate about me.

My man.

"I love you Erling. Thank you for loving me and taking care of me, always. Thank you for being you." I said hugging him.

"It's going to be perfect and special no matter what because it's you," I admitted, kissing his chest, right where his heart is beating so strongly.

"You're the same to me, we're perfect for each other, soulmate and all." He whispered, tightening his arms around me and kissing my forehead.

"Now, let's finish here," he said, starting the water again.

We quickly washed ourselves this time, to avoid distractions.

Erling finished quicker, he got out first, getting towels for both of us, before starting to dry himself.

He was a sight.

In all his naked glory.

His body was art.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer" he commented, not even turning around from where his muscular back is facing me.

I blush for the tenth time today.

Seriously what is his secret? Does he have superpowers?

How the hell did he see me?

"I have to be very aware of my surroundings baby, I'm a footballer, remember" he joked.

"I don't think I could ever forget you in your Manchester city home equipped even if I try. Wet dream material." I admitted, getting out of the shower and shivering because of the temperature change.

He immediately helped me, putting the big towel around me and a smaller one on my head.

"Awww thanks baby, glad to know you get off on me wearing the blue kit, got to wear it more often," he said, his cheeks a bit pink too.

"Or just don't wear anything, that would work too, for getting me off" I suggested, playfully.

"Oh shush it you, you would constantly blush whenever you see me partially baked! You would not resist me being naked around you!" Erling said while drying my hair carefully.

"No, I don't!" I slap at his arm.

Ok, maybe I'm a bit intimidated by him, especially naked. But like who isn't? Have you seen him?

He's a fucking God. A Nordic God.

"I love it when you do that anyways, don't worry. I find it very cute, the way you react around me" he admitted.

"Shut up" put the other towel on top of his head, pouting.

"Awww my little angry kitty," he said, leaning down to kiss all over my face, as I tried to stop him, giggling.

We ended up using the same drier for drying our hair, I let him have a go first Erling while doing my night routine then took it after he finished while he was doing his own night routine. Much simpler than mine.

"Let's get in bed!!" He suddenly said, lifting me up and walking out of the bathroom, ignoring my protests.

"Erling!!!"

"I prepared you some clothes" he gestured to the pile of clothes on the bed, one of his kit light blue shirts, which was a dress for me and a pair of short white yoga pants, together with some fluffy blue socks and for him just some white boxes.

"You're basically naked" I comment, dressing myself in his shirt, loving how big it feels on me, then going to the closet to get some panties, deciding on some white ones.

"Very nice sight baby" he commented from the bed as he looked at me since I left the door of the closet open. I was bent down to pick the panties and of course, he was watching.

I blushed and immediately pulled the shirt down to cover myself.

"Perv!" I walked back to the room, closed the window shades and joined him on the bed.

"Oh God, this bed is like heaven…" I moaned as my back hit the soft material of the sheets, pulling the covers over me as I moved closer to Erling, searching for his warmth.

I moved my freezing feet under his shins and I put my hands on his abs to warm them "Nooo, you ice cube! How are you so cold?!" He shivered but hugged me closer.

"I don't know… I'm always cold, but you're hot" I whispered, hiding my face in his chest.

"Even your nose is cold" he giggled.

"What should we watch?" He asked, scrolling through the Netflix recommendations.

"Something with Vikings" I joked, almost asleep. He was just so warm and comfy.

"Hey, don't fall asleep on me!" He nudged me, kissing my hair.

"But I'm sleepy…" I complained, trying to get even closer to him, pulling my covers over my head to hide.

"It's so early thought, what are you, a chicken?" He giggled pulling the covers down.

"I'm an old lady, let me have some peace. You'll understand when you get to my age" I pouted.

"Your age, baby you're 3 years older than me that's no old" he laughed and started tickling me.

Did I mention I'm very, very ticklish?

I absolutely hate being tickled.

"Erling!!!!!!" I squealed, but he was having none of it.

By the time our tickling fight was done, I was trying to catch my breath, my face was covered in tears from how hard I was laughing, while he was laughing his ass off at me.

"Awww baby I made you cry, come here" before I could react he moved around, hovering over me, not putting all of his weight on me, as he used his arms to support himself but still. He was so fucking heavy!

"Nooo! Get off me you giant! I can't breathe!" I groaned, trying to shove him off, "Aww baby, I made you breathless too, am I this pretty?" He playfully spoke, trying to sound like a girl, flipping his long blonde hair.

"You are actually, the prettiest girl out there" I kissed his nose, moving one of my arms around him while I used my other to run my fingers through his soft hair.

"Hey!!" He playfully protested, but I kissed his pout away, making us both smile dumbly at each other after.

"I love moments as these" I looked into his eyes.

"Me too" he kissed me.

We sat like that for a while, just looking into each other's eyes, smiling and kissing until Erling spoke "Let's go eat something, I'm so hungry"

"You and your appetite, baby, don't know how you can eat so much and be this fit, it shouldn't be possible" I admitted, admiring his body once again as he got up from the bed.

"I'm a Viking baby, we are not normal people" he offered his hand to help me get up but I just rolled over on his side of the bed, pulling the covers over me as I hugged his pillow. I changed the sheets this morning and he barely sat on the bed since then, but I swear it has his scent.

I love his scent with a passion.

"Stop smelling my pillow, I'm getting a bit jealous over here! Plus, you could have the real thing…" he smirked, pulling the covers from around me and pulling me up.

"You can be a brute sometimes, Erling Haland" I sighed, following him out of the room, well not that I had much of a choice since he was holding my hand, basically pulling me.

"Only for you baby" he lifted me up on the island-like counter when we arrived downstairs into the kitchen, kissing my nose and then proceeding to take half of the fridge out to eat.

"You're something else, Erling, I swear…"

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[cityzenchick]

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

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

[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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[anytimebitchess]

Kylian Mbappé as a blond = Erling Håland with braids

[westerosiladies]

Idk if you watch football, but there's a Norwegian player called Erling Haland who looks exactly like how I imagine Brienne of Tarth in my mind

Ooh, you're not wrong!