#i wanna know what haaland say

[onewhale]

Haaland: you are so good

Modroc : I know *smile*

*See Gvardiol

Modric : hey you ಠ_ಠ

Gvardiol：💦

[didishawn]

Then can I request a kylian fic where the reader is Jude and jobe Bellingham’s older sister and she is about 20/21 yo and she gets sm dms from different players, basketball players singer etc etc.. but then she gets a dm from kylian ( and kylian is her celeb crush) so she is over the moon then her brothers find out and become so overprotective over her.

Thank you for reading this long request bbs

❤️❤️❤️

Celebrity crush (Kylian Mbappe x Reader)

Warnings: none really, just celebs flirting with you and being kind of suggestive I guess

Masterlist

Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5

"Hey, Jude, care to tell me what your friend is doing on my dms?"

That definitely catches your brother's attention, walking over and taking the phone from your hand, his eyes widen when he sees Haaland react to your story with heart eyes, fires and a: looking good, Bellingham

"What an asshole" your brother says, scrolling up to see more messages like that from his friend "Any other friend of mine over your dms?"

You see your brother's intention of checking out more messages, you stand up, taking the phone off his hand, making him and Jobe -sitting on the couch, previously distracted, but now with a watchful eye staring at you-surprised.

Jude raises an eyebrow "What was that about?"

You give him a nervous smile "What was what about?"

"Taking the phone off his hand" Jobe says "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing, just don't want my little brother going through my dms"

"Do you have a boyfriend that you don't want us to know about?" Jude asks, his arms crossed, imitating your father whenever he saw you with some boy.

"And where did you get that from?"

"I don't know, you have been pretty cheery recently, not as annoying, and know are hiding something on your phone"

"You really want to see who else dms me?"

"I surely want to know if you are -Jobe cover your ears- hooking up with any of my teammates"

"I know what hooking up is...."

"Seriously, Jude? Fine, here, take it, I don't think you will find any of your friends there, but who knows?"

Honestly, Jude was kind of joking when he made his drama queen act about the dms, but he is not about to miss the chance of seeing who messages his dear sister.

Pedri González: coming any time soon to Barcelona? I can show you around the city and some real fun

Jamal Musiala: looking great, makes me want to show you who the best team of the Bundesliga really is

Harry Styles: wanna come to my next concert? Then we can find something better to do

Hero Fiennes Tiffin

Jude doesn't have time to read what that one said as his eyes go to the next name, he has that look that says: bullocks.

"You can't be serious, Kylian Mbappe?" he shouts, Jobe is instantly next to him watching your screen, your cheeks red.

Your brothers are speechless as they scroll over months of conversations in between you and who they know to be your celebrity crush, unbelieving when they see it was Kylian -or, Kyky as you call him-was the first to reach out to you, reacting to some story of yours of you tanning on the beach.

The man has invited you to France and all, and even offered to be the one to come and see you, doesn't matter if you are in Germany or England, he says he wants to see you.

"I can't believe it..." Jude sighs, Jobe nods.

"And you didn't tell us!"

"Because just look how crazy you are now. Besides, it's nothing serious, we are just friends"

"Yeah, right, that's why he constantly ssays you are hot and is desperate to see you"

"We are friends"

"You still should have told us!" the younger of the two says.

Jude is still for a second, seemingly deep in thought -you refrain from commenting how your never thought him to be one capable of thinking- he opens the camera, pointing at him and Jobe, whispers something at the younger one, you are confused, but refrain from saying anything as you see him press record.

"Hello Kylian, I am Jude, this is Jobe, but you must already know that judging by how much you seem to talk to my sister. You see, this video is just a warning to be very careful on whatever match we see each other next in, because I will be going after you. What on Earth is this about flirting with a maybe-future teammate's sister. Not cool at all, right Jobe? "

"Yeah! Not cool! At all!" you can't help but snort.

"So, yeah, just sleep with an open eye, and also, forget about my sister, she is too good for you even if she is pretty annoying"

"What? I am not annoying!"

"Yes you are, now shut up, I am not done yet" Jude turns again to the camera "Or you can continue talking to her and see what happens. Anyways, now I am finished, see ya around, Kyky"

They send the video, looking pretty proud of themselves.

Kylian opens your message as soon as it arrives as he always does, Jude and Jobe expectant for his reaction.

A couple of minutes later, a video from him arrives too, your brothers opening it without delay.

"Hello, Jude, Jobe, of course I know who you are, because you are right, I spend day and night talking with your sister and I don't intend to stop. I am pretty exited for what you will supposedly be doing next time we see each other Jude, I am sure you have some tricks up your sleeve - so do I, by the way. Really hoping we do end up as predicted on the same team, to see the look on your face when y/n uses my number instead of yours. Also, tell your sister to call me later, and don't be surprised when she travels to Paris on the next couple of weeks, she will be with me, my treat. Take care care you two, and give the phone back to your sister, I have something to show her"

Your brothers are speechless, and you, can't hp but laugh, taking your phone you start walking off, but turn to them "Oh, yeah, I will be asking you later for some tips about what to wear to Paris. I want to look my best, you know?"

You laugh at their expressions, a gentle smile taking over your face when a text from the man himself arrives, this time for you.

Your brothers are pretty funny, love, but we will also have to make sure to fill up the internet with photos about us when you come to me. Just as a payback.

[fallinforerling]

Hiiii

Massive fan of that smut series concept???

I have a request for if you feel like writing it. I just saw a video of Jack saying Erling is always the longest in the shower, so I was thinking almost getting caught with Erling?

Love you xx

in and out | erling haaland + some like it hot series

☆ warnings: +18 content, minors dni. p in v, unprotected sex, swearing.

ೃ⁀➷ some like it hot series

ೃ⁀➷ erling’s masterlist

ೃ⁀➷ erling’s taglist

ೃ⁀➷ masterlist

☆ prompt: almost getting caught

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from all the ways your visit at the etihad stadium could’ve ended, this wasn’t on your list.

you didn’t know what was going on with him when he invited you—although it definitely felt like you had no option whatsoever— to visit him for a little personalized tour after training. it wasn’t like you hadn’t been there before; you’d visited the stadium a couple of times for matches but never been able to wander around the facilities due to the number of people present. today, you encountered what seemed like a totally different place; almost empty, the stadium was quiet except for the occasional scream or chat behind closed doors when you passed by them. erling walked next to you, chatting about the dressing room and how insanely large the showers were; he wasn’t fooling anyone, he was totally lurking you in the most private place on the stadium, where most of his teammates weren’t stepping a foot in. you noticed his wicked smile once he verified that the place was deserted. you could feel what he was trying to do, and that was because you wanted that as well. 

it’s been months of fooling around, flirting, and mostly giving each other heated stares when you thought no one else was paying attention. you were just waiting for something to happen—something that could destroy or transform your relationship with erling. while you entered the dressing room and admired the row of seats, the kits hanging above the lockers and pretended to pay attention to the decoration while erling’s fingers brushed against your exposed arm, you could also feel his eyes burning holes in your whole figure due to the light sundress you insisted on wearing due to the hot weather in manchester. what a good decision. 

the sexual tension wasn’t funny anymore. your skin was aching for his touch, and you didn’t know how much longer you could bear this stupid back-and-forth you two had going on. this wasn’t normal between friends. 

“that’s a cute dress, y’know?” you felt his hand caress your thigh once you took a seat in his booth, his touch sending goosebumps all over your body and an electric feeling that went straight to your core while his eyes were fixated on the way the material of your dress kept going upwards with every move you made. 

“i thought you might like it.” you bit your lip, following the movements of his hand as his thumb started to massage your skin, making it difficult to act like you weren’t affected by it. like you weren’t dying to open your legs and let him do whatever he wanted to you. this was the most outrageous behavior you’d ever allowed yourself to have around him. 

“i don’t like it.” the side of his mouth lifted, his eyes meeting yours. “i love it. covers just enough to make me wonder…”

“wonder what?” your eyes went to his hand, which hadn’t left your thigh. 

“you know what.” you felt his hand brushing against your chin, tilting your head slightly, so you looked up. “wanna see the showers?”

his eyes were telling you a completely different story. you knew that if you said “yes”, you weren’t agreeing to see the showers. it could end in a big, horrible, disaster for both of you… but did it matter at this point?

“sure…” he smirked once the word left your lips, taking your hand, guiding you to the rows of very fancy doors, each open to reveal a very wide space where four people could easily fit. he was right about them being insanely big. 

no words were exchanged as you both entered the last one in the row, the door slamming shut behind erling’s back. you turned, not knowing exactly what to expect; but as soon as your eyes met again, he grabbed you by the neck, making your body clash against his as his lips looked hungrily for yours. a gasp left your mouth, grabbing handfuls of his shirt as your back touched the cold tiles of the shower once he cornered you.

his kisses were fast, messy, and desperate. they felt like he’d waited way too long for it; as far as you were concerned, you did too. you met his pace, feeling as hungry for him as he seemed to be for you. not even your wildest fantasies could’ve met the reality of kissing erling. his hands roamed through your body, staying on your ass, massaging it so good that you moaned against his mouth. 

“there’s no way i’m letting you fuck me here, erling.” you whispered once the kiss finished, your voice tone not even close to being convincing. you didn’t feel very convinced about not wanting him to fuck you either . 

“why not? no one’s going to notice.” your own hands were exploring his shoulders and biceps, making your mind wander to the previous times you had seen him shirtless. “you saw how empty this place is. i promise we’ll be out of here before anyone comes… how does that sound?”

“i don’t know…” while you acted like you were thinking about it, his lips caressed your neck, leaving kisses that made you bite your lip as hard as you could endure to not spur out the word “yes” in such a desperate tone. 

“are you sure you don’t want to?” you could feel his hands on your legs, one of them getting dangerously close to your core. “i’ll make you feel so good…” the whisper sent shivers through your back, making your thoughts intertwine with each other until you were kissing again, unable to say no. 

because, god, you wanted him to fuck you; it didn’t matter if the fucking king walked in. 

his touches were soft as he raised your dress up your ass, leaving you exposed and blushing as he finally took it off your body. his eyes didn’t waste time, taking in the delicate white set you had on, his chest going up and down until he finally met your eyes. 

“you’re so fucking beautiful.” you didn’t know if you were this nervous from the way he was looking at you, or from the compliment that made you aware of your half-naked body. not like it mattered. 

your eyes followed him, having to restrain yourself from saying something stupid once he got rid of his shirt, leaving all that incredible body on display. your eyes were inviting him to just do something, so when he finally got near, you couldn’t help but touch every inch of skin available. he was so… god. 

his touched the back of your legs, effortlessly lifting you until you were seated on a little tile bench that you didn’t know was there to begin with. your eyes never left his as you felt him caressing your thighs, his fingers massaging your skin so subtly that you didn’t feel an ounce of self-consciousness as they traveled upward. just as his fingers lingered just above your core, you let out a gasp. 

“can i?” hearing him ask sounded a bit ridiculous due to the situation, but you appreciated how he still cared to ask for consent even though you were two seconds from begging. 

“yes…” your voice came out weird to your ears, a slight blush covering your cheeks as he took your underwear off, the feeling of the fabric against your legs made what was about to happen ten times more real. you knew you were already wet as his touch became lighter on your inner thighs, your breath coming to a halt as his fingers touched your folds, your eyes shutting as soon as his thumb brushed your clit. 

“look at me…” he said suddenly, his fingers grabbing your chin to tilt your head. when you didn’t open them right away, you felt his thumb caressing the side of your jaw, squeezing just enough to make you pay attention. “look at me.” 

his harsh tone made you look up at his face, which showed an expression that you just couldn’t decipher. it made him ten times more attractive; you just couldn’t look away from the intensity of his eyes or the way his jaw was clenching. your mouth fell open when you felt his finger slowly circling your entrance before sliding in painfully slow, letting you feel— and adjust— to his large digit. you wanted to hide, ashamed of the moan that left your lips once he added a second one, curling them while they went in and out, making your legs shaky by the feeling of it, making you wonder how good his dick would feel inside of you.

“feels good, baby?” he asks, a playful undertone to his question that made you smile through the pleasure he was giving you. the feeling of his thumb circling your clit and his fingers curling deep down your core made you whimper, a quick nod being the only answer he got. “told you i was going to make it worth it.”

“you’re such a cocky—” a moan interrupted your words once he added a third finger, having you gasping for air for a moment. “bastard.” you finished, closing your eyes a second time while your body adjusted to the size of his slender fingers. 

it felt too good, and by the slow-burning feeling that was building up, you knew you were very close to cumming. you stared at him for a long moment before grabbing his neck, pulling him for a kiss that had both of your breathing shaky, your kisses messy as you tightened around him. 

“i’m so close, oh my—” you couldn’t even finish the phrase as you felt your orgasm hit you with force, having to grab onto him as you saw stars behind your eyelids, feeling a sudden fear of being too loud for someone to hear. you felt erling’s lips traveling from your neck to your shoulder, his fingers still moving for a few seconds before he retrieved them, leaving you feeling empty and needy for more. “fuck me…” you whispered against his chest, leaving a trail of kisses until your lips were next to his ear. “now.”

your hands looked blindly for the waistband of his shorts, palming through the fabric until you felt his clothed dick hard against your palm. erling let out a shaky breath while you played with the waistband, slowly lowering it until his shaft hit the bare skin of his stomach. it was such an erotic view that you felt your mouth water a bit. then, as your hand encircled his dick, reality hit you: you didn’t have a condom with you, and you doubted that erling did either. and why was the idea of him fucking you bare so hot? 

luckily you were on the pill. 

“fuck…” he whispered when you started to jerk him off, enjoying how his dick seemed to get bigger— which was impressive due to him being already big. “you’re such a tease.” he laughed, grabbing your shoulders so you couldn’t have a choice but to back off, looking at him with a playful smile. 

he manhandled you so well that it surprised you how much it turned you on. your back was totally glued to the wall as he grabbed your thighs, making your legs open at each side of his hips. it felt like an out of body experience, your eyes fixated on how he was adjusting himself, the tip of his cock glistening with your juices when he teased your entrance, making both of you moan lowly. as he entered you, you grabbed his arms, your nails digging into the skin, your head tilting back. 

“oh go—” 

“mate? are you here?” just when you were about to let out a moan— a very loud moan— you heard a voice a bit far away from where you were, but undoubtedly near enough to hear anything if you spoke up. “erling?” then you recognized the brum accent, your eyes going wide as you stared at erling. 

jack was here. 

“yeah?!” against whatever you believed erling would do, he fucking answered. and when you thought it couldn’t get worse, he started to bump into you as slowly as he could, making your mouth wide open, a silent moan being your only response. “what’s up?” 

your shook your head, wanting him to just shut up and get jack away from the booth; but something in his eyes told you that he was about to do the exact opposite. the kinky shit. 

“nothing, i just heard you had a friend over for a visit.” you couldn’t concentrate on jack’s presence, even though it was mortifying, while erling’s pace got a bit higher, his hand covering your mouth when it opened again. “heard she’s really nice.” 

“oh yeah, she’s extremely nice.” erling’s smile grew bigger, making you give him a dirty look. 

all of the sudden, you felt his thumb circling your clit, making you whimper despite his hand covering most of your moans, leaving the room in a weird silence while you were very sure jack was standing right behind the door. your nails kept leaving traces on erling’s skin, your mind wanting to find anything to distract you from the pleasure you were feeling. it was twisted, since there was a person about to catch you fucking with erling, but that only made the situation hotter. 

“man, you’re always taking the longest time in the shower. when you get out, introduce me to that friend of yours, yeah?” you heard jack’s sigh, making you wonder if he even noticed anything weird going on. “well, see ya when you finish, princess. make sure to put on conditioner.” 

“fuck you.” erling said, his eyes never leaving yours as his thrusts became faster, his fingers still stimulating you as you tightened around him. 

finally, you heard the main door shut. you waited a few seconds to slap his arm, his hand still lingering on your mouth while his pace increased, leaving you breathless. he never stopped, and when he finally removed his hand and you had the opportunity to say something, you didn’t. the thing was… you couldn’t say anything because you were too stimulated to make up something coherent. all you could do was stare at him, biting your lip as hard as you could to stop the moans just in case someone else walked in, feeling wetter by the second. you couldn’t believe he was going to make you cum a second time. 

“i think i was wrong about no one walking on us.” his smile let you know he wasn’t even sorry about it. 

“you think?” you say with a strangled voice, moaning quietly when you felt him hitting the right spot inside of you. “asshole.” 

“you sure love this asshole’s dick, don’t you?” he went back to leave kisses on your neck and collarbone, sucking on the skin so gently that you didn’t notice at first. “you feel so fucking amazing.” then he moaned right above your ear, and you absolutely lost it. you moaned too, holding on for dear life to him as your second orgasm hit you so suddenly you didn’t even become aware of it until you felt erling tensing under your touch. “fuck…” 

and then you felt how he came right after you, tightening his grip around you as he gave a final thrust, going deep inside you that you felt his cum filling you up. the two of you stayed like that for a while, your breathing loud and erratic while you recovered from what just happened. you were afraid of looking up from his chest, knowing that now, when the euphoria has worn off, you have to face the fact that you just fucked erling and got almost caught. just as it all started, no words were exchanged when he finally pulled out, a quick glance being all that was needed for him to grin and for you to giggle. 

“do you have something to clean your cum off me?” he laughed at that, going to the wall next to you, pulling out wet tissues and a tiny towel from a cabinet you hadn’t noticed. this place was full of surprises. you stretched out your hand, wanting to take them from him. 

“let me do it.” his answer shocked you a bit, so you just nodded. his touch felt way different— more intimate—as he cleaned you, making sure you were all set before helping you get off the bench, his hands never leaving you until you put the dress on, looking around with an arched eyebrow. “what?” he asked when you kept looking. 

“where’s my underwear?” 

“who knows…” his mischievous tone made you look at him just in time to catch him stuffing the white lace in the pocket of his shorts. 

“erling! give them to me!” you reached for his arm, only to get manhandled again, this time in a playful way that had you smiling. “that’s my underwear!” 

“finders keepers, darling.” he whispered in your ear before kissing you by surprise, taking your mind away from it all. 

maybe you made the right choice by following him into the showers.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ * ERLING’S TAGLIST —

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

[the-offside-rule]

Jack Grealish (Manchester City) - Snowman

Day 9 of Christmas

Y/n and Jack had bee running around the house since late last night, making sure that their daughters Kayla and Sophie's Christmas was perfect. They had laid out Kayla's Manchester City kits on the sofa, along with her various other toys from 'Santa'. Jack had taken the pleasure of eating the biscuits and the brandy since Santa apparently prefers a glass or two of brandy before leaving the house and going to the next.

The sunlight had just about shone through their curtains when they heard their daughters barging through the door, Kayla slapping down hard on her Dad, with Sophie trying to jump up on the bed. "Dad! Wake up! Santa came!" Kayla squealed. Sophie had given up on climbing the bed and ran over to her mum's side of the bed and poking her, babbling along. Y/n smiled and lifted the 2 year old before patting Jack beside her. "Jack, love." He grumbled. "Can we skip Christmas this year?" He asked. "No!" The two girls replied. "Silly dad!" Kayla giggled, pulling at his arm. "Can we go? I wanna see the presents!" He groaned and nodded, before hopping out of bed and throwing on his night gown. Oh god how he had turned into such a typical Dad on Christmas day.

They crept downstairs, Jack leading them all. He opened the door slightly and peaked in. "Oh dear, I can only see coal-"

"No!" Kayla nearly sobbed. "Only messing." Jack replied before opening the door fully and turning the light on to show a living room full of gifts, big and small. Kayla ran around, not knowing which to open first. "Y/n let Sophie waddle around, touching all the presents and grabbing some to bring back to help open, whilst Jack sat beside Y/n and watched Kayla run around tearing into her gifts. "Why's it got your name on it?" Kayla asked. "Well, Grealish is your name too, sweetheart." Jack replied. "I would've liked Haaland better." He looked back to Y/n who hid her laugh by smiling with Sophie at her colourful new toys.

As the day went by, Jack helped Y/n in the kitchen as they watched their daughters play outside in the snow. "We'll bring them in soon. Make sure they don't get sick." Jack said as he cut the carrots. "Let them finish the snowman first. This is the first snow they're actually allowed to play in." Y/n said. "I know I just-"

"Hi mum! Hi dad!" Kayla said sprinting in and running upstairs, whilst Sophie stood at the door giggling. "What's funny?" Y/n asked. She pointed at Jack who forgot he had Kayla's Christmas headband still on his head. "What? Do you not think I look stylish, Soph?" He asked while posing and making her giggle even more. "Silly daddy." Y/n chuckled along as she bent down to zip up Sophie's coat a bit more. "You haven't called me that in a while, love." Jack joked. "Jack, I-"

“Dad?” Kayla asked. “Can we use this scarf?” Jack looked at the designer scarf she held in her hands. “That’s Gucci.” Jack said. “You named your scarf?” Jack shook his head. “No, no. It means it's special.” Kayla’s eyes lit up. “So it’s perfect for our snowman. He’s special too.” Jack looked over to Y/n who looked back amused, almost to say 'Do it.' Jack let out a sigh and nodded. “I suppose so.” He said. Kayla cheered and ran outside, chucking the scarf around the pile of snow with coal as a mouth.

"Mum!" Kayla called in. Both parents looked out as Kayla pointed to what they believed to be the snowman. "It looks like dad now!" She shouted, making Sophie burst into a fit of giggles. Y/n laughed. Jack simply looked over to her, the same way he did the first Christmas he spent with her. Oh how the times had changed. From having to spend them away from eachother, to now spending them with their two daughters. He loved this woman and he loved the two little ladies out the back, laughing at something that bared no resemblance to him bar the Gucci scarf. "It's identical." Jack said. Y/n turned back to face Jack and nodded, matching the same face of love and adoration as he did. "The spitting image, love."

[emwritesfootball]

Feeling Down | Erling Haaland

you feeling down and you dont want Erling to see but you live together

Warnings: sad feelings, slight bit of angst 

Note: according to my Google Translate (as my main Norwegian pal is no longer on here) Kjære = sweetheart

A/N: dedicated to the @horny-haaland-hoes

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Erling was up and ready before you were, leaving the house before you’d even left the bed, so waking up alone didn’t help your mood. It was one of those days where you knew nothing was going to go right the moment you woke up, but you were hoping it was going to get better. 

Of course it didn’t, though.

The rain in Manchester only made it worse, heightening your sad mood as you started your morning. You were glad you didn’t have to work today, but that seemed to put you at a disadvantage. Now, you had to figure out what to do with your day, except nothing sounded appealing. 

Erling found you laying on the sofa, a movie on the tv that you weren’t paying attention to. He immediately knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what. 

“Hello,” he said softly, taking a seat next to your head and stroking your hair.

“Hey,” you replied listlessly, not even looking up from your phone to acknowledge him.

“How was your day?”

You made a noncommittal noise in the back of your throat, sighing as you shut off your phone and rubbed your eyes, the movie still playing in the background. “Don’t wanna talk about it. How was training?”

“It was good. Missed you, though.” Erling gave you a big toothy grin as he nudged you, trying to elicit a smile or some sort of emotion from you. “Can I have a kiss?”

You sat up and gave him a quick brush of your lips over his before getting up and going to the kitchen in search of snacks, Erling following closely behind. He watched as you searched the cupboards and found nothing, migrating over to the refrigerator to open it and look inside.

“Talk to me…please?”

You shut the refrigerator door, tears pricking your eyes and your throat stinging as you tried not to cry. Without a word, you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest as you let out a sniffle. “I don’t know what to say. I’m in a bad mood and I don’t know how to get out of it, but I don’t want to drag you down into it with me.”

“Kjære,” he murmured, taking your face in his hands, “let me help.”

It took a moment but you were able to open up, spilling everything about how awful your day had started and how nothing seemed to be going right and how bored you were, and by the time you were finished, you were in tears that you hadn’t wanted to shed.

Erling didn’t say anything as you told him everything, a strong, tall presence that grounded you in a way you hadn’t anticipated. He held you close to him, making you feel safe and loved as you opened up.

“Why don’t you go put on another movie and grab a blanket, and I’ll order in, okay?” Erling pressed a kiss to the top of your head and then your lips, enveloping you in the perfect hug. 

Half an hour later, you were snuggled into Erling’s side, the two of you sharing food as your favorite movie played. 

“Feeling better?” He asked when the movie was over and you were half-asleep and ready for bed.

“Much better,” you sighed as he tucked you into bed and pulled you close to him. “Thank you, Erling.”

“Anything for you, Kjære.”

[football-whore]

Erling Haaland smut ;)

Can people pleaseee give me reguest's because I don't know what to write. Anyways I'm gonna write Erling Haaland smut.

You two were at his friend's house and they don't like you so they tell Erling that you don't deserve him and all that and then when you two get home you get sad about his friends and then you know;)

Kinda angst I think.

Don't read if uncomfartable with smut

You and Haaland loved each other a lot but his friend's didn't like you at all and Haaland had to force you everytime to come with him to visit his friend's.

"Fine!" you finally said after 20 minutes of him forcing and giving you kisses. You didn't wanna go at all after hearing how they talk about you but you loved Haaland so you couldnt resist.

After you two got into the car to go to his friend's house you tried to convince him to turn back around.

"Please! I don't wanna go!" You said and he just took your hand in his and he said "Please just try we don't have to stay too long!". You just sighed and tried to stay calm.

You two finally reached his friend's house and knocked on the door. One of his friend's opened the door and welcomed you two in or atleast Haaland.

You two steped inside and went to the other's in the livingroom. Haaland sat down and you sat next to him. His friends and him started talking with each other and you just held Haaland's hand. You were spacing out looking at the floor and you heard one of his friend's tell Haaland how he shouldn't be with you.

"Haaland she's just weird and ugly!" one of his friend's said to Haaland and then you started to look at his friend.

You kinda got tear's in your eye's when you heard that and then the other friend started to say "She probably uses you for your money Haaland!".

"I don-.." Haaland tried to say but you started crying and then you stood up and ran to your car.

Haaland tried to grab your hand but you were gone before he could even reach you. He looked at his friend's kinda mad "How could you say something like that when she was here!?" Haaland said and started running after you.

You sat in the car when you heard the car door open and you saw Haaland sit in the driver's seat. "Y/n I'm sorry about my friends we could go home if you'd like that!" Haaland said.

You didn't answer him and just sat silent rest of the car ride home. He tried to grab your hand but you just pushed his hand away. When you finally got home he said "What did i do wrong Y/n?" Haaland asked. You didn't answer and that's when he finally had enough and took both of your wrist's and put them over your head and pinned you against a wall.

"If you won't answer me now then I'll need to force it out of you!" Haaland said. He started to forcefully kiss you and while he did that he took your legs around his waist and continued to kiss you.

"H-Haaland!" you moaned into the kiss and Haaland pressed himself against you. He started to go down to kiss and suck on your neck. You moaned again which made Haaland really horny so he threw you over his shoulder and went up to your shared bedroom.

He threw you on the bed and took off his shirt. Then he climbed ontop of you and took off your shirt.

When he came to your bra he just ripped it off. It was your favorite bra but you didn't care because all you wanted right now was him. Then he suprised you by sucking on one of the nipples and twisting the other.

You moaned very loudly by the sudden touch but it gave you a lot of pleasure. He sucked on your tit's for a while and then started to place kisses on your boobs to your somach.

He was really close to your panties and when he finally came all the way to them he pulled them down. He came up to your face nd started to kiss you again and then he suddenly stuck a finger into your clit "H-Haaland!" you moaned.

He smirked and stopped kissing you and then went down to your clit. He continued to finger you but add's his tongue to it all. You moaned his name again when he started to finger you harder and lick you faster.

He fastened his licking till you came and you finally came on him. He stood up on the bed and took off his pants and boxers. Then he layed beside you forcing you to go ontop and you did as you were told. You sat ontop of him and you slowly started to sit on his length.

You started to get tears in your eye's because his length was too big. He grabbed your hips and helped you down. You waited for a while to get rid of the pain and then you finally move.

You moved slowly and placed one hand on his chest so you wouldn't fall. He still had his hands on your hips and helped you move. You wanted to go slow but Haaland made you go faster. "H-Haaland! O-Oh my god!" You moaned as he fastened your movements.

"D-Damn Your so freaking hot!" He groaned as you tightened around his length. He hit your sweet spot as he was trying to get you and him to finally find your realease.

You tightened around him one more time and you both finally came and he pulled out. You fell down beside him and he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your fore head and said "I will always love you no matter what Y/n".

You smiled and kissed his lips and said "I love you too". He pulled your blanket over you and fell asleep.

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I'm sorry if its bad i've just been focused on school so I may have messed something up and please sent reguests bc I write most of them byee <333

[liverpool-enjoyer]

footballers reacting to their best friend and/or boyfriend crying

requested by anon!!! ty for requesting <3

leo: if leo were to see, lets say for simplicitys sake, a certain brazillian teammate of his in tears, he would immediately be like 😳 n jus kinda,,, stand there. if it were literally anyone else he'd walk away, but this is ney so he might pat him on the head (while being an arms length away) n awkwardly say some shit like "there there :|"

ney: his immediate reaction is "WHO DID THIS >:(" n hed immediately ditch leos ass to find out who (if anyone) made him this sad. he wont realize till a while later that maybe leaving leo alone while hes like this ISNT the best idea, so he'd find him again n try to distract him by talking nonstop n telling funny stories :))

milly: hes an empathetic king. he considers literally lfc player his best friend, so if any of em were crying hed ask if they wanna talk abt it, n even if they dont he'll jus sit with em, unless they say they wanna be left alone.

luka: if it were anyone else crying, hed go all mother hen n ask whats wrong n if they want anything, but the sight of sergio in tears is something he never thought he'd see. he honestly doesnt know what to say so he jus kinda,,, sits w him. honestly? he'd probly be pretty upset n sergio would end up comforting him instead.

virgil: when he sees ali in tears he doesnt rlly know what to do tbh, so he gets klopp or milly, whoever he finds first n hes like "yeahh alisson looks pretty upset you should probly check up on him :/" n the whole lfc family gets involved.

haaland: walks into a room, sees jude or kevin or whoever crying, leaves. not cause hes cold or uncaring or anything he jus has no idea how tf to deal with that.

sergio: similar to ney, takes the "who did this i am going to find whoever made lukita cry n make them wish they were never born" approach. goes through with it, and ends up committing several geneva convention violations.

luis: oh hes such a big brother. if leo or ney is crying he'll be there for them in the moment until theyre better, THEN he'll go ham on whoever he has to.

kdb: hes a tough love guy. if he catches haaland crying during training, he'll tell him to toughen up n finish training, even tho hes his friend. after training he can talk abt his feelings or whatever

klopp: easily the best in this situation. like milly, everyone in lfc is his best friend, n he knows how to comfort each of them individually. he knows whether or not every player wants space, whether they want a pep talk, or a distraction, or a shoulder to cry on, n every one of his players comfort snacks. n you bet your ASS everyones getting Klopp Hugs

[pabloneighbourhoods]

Hiya babes❤️ sending this right back to you bc i wanna get to know u a bit more!!!! spill the T☕️👀

🫶🏻💕 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🫶🏻💕

omg!! heyy, actually i got this ask a few days ago and decided to send it to you!! But its so nice to actually interact with u!!

I get you on the food thing, im okay-ish at cooking but i’m so lazy so i end up doing the most basic thing ever + i always end up tired after university lol.

Also so interesting what you say about Haaland cause i speak spanish and sometimes i see people going crazy about the most random thing pedri o gavi say and i don’t get it, but i guess it’s because is my first language and sometimes it’s so hard to actually understand what gavi is saying.

Sorry about the time, i was doing some film project for school 😭

[footballconfessions]

Bro what arrogance and greediness and humility?? Kylian doesn't deserve the hate he's getting. Not at all. We don't even know the AMOUNT of pressure he was subjected to to stay back at PSG for a year and what all factors made him reject the deal. I've seen Madridstas talk shit about him every damn where even under a post where he deserves nothing but appreciation for his performance. If they have nothing good to say about his game, they start bringing up the fact that he's greedy for money. Seriously? Then isn't Haaland one of it. It's his first year and Man City and he's earning equal and(or) more than a player like Kevin de Bryune. The amount of bonuses his father and his agent took are fvckng insane. Why don't anybody talk about that? All this time Erling kept saying that he wanted to play in Spain and ultimately went to Man City. Everyone says because "that fits his system". So why not call him greedy for the money Man City gave him instead?

About Kylian being arrogant, I don't think that's true. He's confident about his game and that's a good thing. That day people were booing him at the Ballon d'or ceremony. That's so so sad. He hasn't spoken anything, hasn't given any statements by himself and people out here wanna hate him for every little rumour about him. I wish I could hug him and tell him that he's doing amazing 🥲

[liverpool-enjoyer]

footballers when someone who isnt their crush flirts with them

requested by anon!!! ty so much for requesting <3

leo: oh you know he has no fucking idea. this persons showering him w compliments n hes like "uh huh" "ok" "thats nice."

ney: flirts back. whether or not he likes this person doesnt rlly matter.

luis: hes not super uncomfortable with it but he kinda doesnt wanna be there. he'll tough it out for a while but if the flirting persists he'll be like "oh shit sorry my phones ringing!!" despite the fact that its dead fucking silent.

luka: doesnt like the attention. the second someone starts flirting with him he keeps looking around hoping for one of his teammates to walk by, n when it does happen he immediately goes "ohmygosh hi ive been looking for you!!" n ditches this persons ass.

haaland: says some weird shit like "oh youre doing that 'flirting' thing. yeah my friends told me about this. im not interested! :D"

gavi: if the unwanted flirting persists he'll LOUDLY say "look i said im not interested" n suddenly every barcelona player n their mother is at his side.

sergio: its almost funny. when it starts, he'll VERY bluntly say hes not interested, n with every minute that passes he progressively gets more annoyed.

alisson: even tho he wasnt interested in the person, hes still SUPER flattered n thinks about it literally for the rest of the day.

hendo: it takes him a while to realize this persons actually flirting with him n when he does realize hes like ",,,why???"

christian: oh christian. what a guy. since hes not interested in this person he'll actively push them in the direction of one of his teammates that he thinks will like them.

[liverpool-enjoyer]

how footballers comfort their friends

requested by my pal @calm-smol !!! thanks for requesting max, i recognize this is kinda late but uhh my bad

leo: "... so do you wanna like play football, or..."

ney: his way of comfort is a fun night out!!! takes his friend out to go get HAMMERED.

alisson: hugs. big ones. n a lot of cuddling. its the Liverpoolian Familial Instinct.

luka: oh hes gonna have a nice long talk with his friend about their feelings. offers really good advice. mental health king.

haaland: has no idea what to say during these situations, so he just wordlessly gets his friend some comfort food/sweets and just kinda,,, puts it in front of them.

luis: takes his friends problem, googles advice for said problem, and gives his friend the advice and plays it off as his own.

sergio: doesnt.

mbappe: while his friend vents about their problem hes literally scrolling through his phone the entire time going "uh huh" every now and again.

christian: has an earnest conversation with his friend even though the only thing he contributes is "that sucks, man." offers to play some video games with them to take their mind off it.

klopp: oh you know hes giving Klopp Hugs!!! he also gives a great pep talk. being a father to an entire football club, he always knows the right thing to say.

[emwritesfootball]

Drunk | Erling Haaland

A haaland one where youre drunk and he takes care of you and you feel horny but he doesn’t wanna take advantage thank you

Word Count: 722

Warnings: drunk, teasing

- - -

Erling watched as you matched his friends shot for shot, knowing for a fact that your unusually-high tolerance would catch up with you and you’d be drunker than expected at the end of the night.

“How come you’re not stopping me?” You asked, wincing as you finished knocking back the third shot.

“I’m just here to watch the show,” Erling replied, smirking at you as he clocked the bartender pouring another round at Gio’s request.

You gave him a smile, shaking your head. “There isn’t going to be a show because I’m not going to get that drunk.”

A few more shots later, and you were drunk. You didn’t really feel it unless you sat down or moved suddenly, spending a majority of your time on the dance floor letting the music take you wherever it wanted to go. Erling kept a close eye on you, making sure none of the men in the club got handsy with his girl, knowing the exact moment to drag you home.

“No fair!” You pouted when Erling took your hand and led you off the dance floor and over to his friends, making you say goodbye.

“It’s well past our bedtime, isn’t it?” He said, giving you a look as you tried to convince his friends to let you stay out a little later. “Besides, love, you’re drunk.”

“Am not!”

Erling tapped your nose. “Are to.”

When you put up more of a fight, Erling threw you over his shoulder and you could hear the raucous laughter of his teammates as they watched you get carried out of the bar. You huffed and fought as he buckled you in and drove off, hating that he was sober and you were drunk. “So, since you were so mean to me tonight, does that mean you’re gonna make it up to me when we get home?”

“If you can tell me how many shots you had tonight, I’ll make it up to you when you get home,” Erling challenged, his eyes lighting up.

You knew you were screwed, but you tried anyway, your drunk brain not willing to give up. “Eight,” you said with more confidence than you felt.

“Close, but no.”

“Do I get another chance?”

Erling shook his head. “Of course not.” He turned his attention to the road, feeling slightly bad about lying to you but there was no way he was going to try anything with you when you were this inebriated. He felt your hand on his arm, sliding up his shoulder to absentmindedly play with his hair. “Baby, stop. I’ve gotta concentrate.”

“You’re no fun.”

“I’m always fun,” he retorted, sticking his tongue out at you for a moment.

“Not right now.”

“Well, we’re home now, so I’m about to be a lot more fun.” Erling helped you out of the car, throwing you back over his shoulder. You went more willingly this time, babbling on and on as though he didn’t have you like this, pinching his butt and giggling when he got upset. He gave you a warning smack on your ass and you wanted to try again, but thought better of it. He set you down gently on the bed, not wanting to accidentally make you sick with the sudden movements. You made comforter-angels on the bed as he picked out your clothes, helping you out of your going-out clothes and into your pyjamas. When he left and came back, there was water and pills for you to take. You glared at him, but took them anyway, giggling as water spilled out of your mouth and onto your shirt.

“So, do I get my reward now?” You asked expectantly.

“Get in bed and under the covers, and then we’ll talk.”

You moved as quickly as your drunk self could take you, getting under all the blankets and giving Erling a goofy smile. “Okay!”

Erling took his time climbing into bed, getting himself ready while you watched. When he was ready, he got in bed with you, turning off the light and pulling you against him. “Alright, here’s your reward,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your head as you snuggled into him.

“No sex?”

“No sex. Maybe in the morning, if you’re not too hungover,” Erling said but he already knew what you’d be like in the morning.

[emwritesfootball]

Virgin | Erling Haaland

one with erling where you two are in a relationship for not to long and he tries to get more intimate with you but you always block him and he gets frustrated till you confess that you’re a virgin and he tells you that it’s not a problem for him and even gets cocky about it :) (i really can see him liking it and that makes me weak)

Word Count: 490

Warnings: unrealistic expectations about losing your virginity

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You’d only been seeing Erling for two months, but he was already more important to you than any guy you’d dated before. You could tell he wanted more and you wanted to give it to him...you just weren’t sure you were ready.

You were in another heated makeout session with Erling, straddling him. His hands roamed up your body, cupping your ass before sliding underneath your shirt. You stopped kissing him at that moment, placing your hands on his chest and pulling away as you sat back on his thighs.

“What is it now?” Erling asked, unable to hide his annoyance at being stopped for the umpteenth time.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, your eyes downcast.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he said, softening. “I just want to be with you in every way that I can.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to figure out how to say the next few words. “Erling, I want that, too, but…”

“But? How can you want to be with me but not want to be with me?”

“Well, um, you’d be my...first.” You let out a nervous chuckle, meeting his gaze. “I’m a virgin.”

Erling was stunned but he quickly composed himself. “Really?” You nodded and he continued, “Kjære, that’s not a problem for me. We’ll wait until you’re ready.” He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, murmuring, “Besides, I think it’s incredibly hot that I’ll be your first.”

***

For the next few weeks, you and Erling did everything but sex in the traditional sense. He let you explore his body while he explored yours, both of you learning what the other person liked and disliked. He always stopped when you asked him to but he was also careful to ask all the time and check in with you to make sure you were doing okay.

“I’m ready,” you said one day in-between kisses. You felt confident in your ability to pleasure Erling and now that you were able to use your mouth on him effectively, you were desperate to feel his cock inside you.

“Really? I wanna make sure you don’t regret it.”

“I won’t, Erling. I promise.”

He took you to bed after that, looking after you and making sure you were satisfied. Erling made sure to give you an orgasm, showing you just how good it could feel to cum around his girthy cock. “You did so good for me,” he praised, pulling you into him for a cuddle after he’d cleaned you up. “Makes me hard knowing I’m the only man who’s made you cum like that.”

You hid your face in the crook of his neck so he couldn’t see the embarrassed look on your face, both of you laughing. “I’m sure you’ve got more plans for me later.”

Erling smirked, shifting so he could pin you underneath him and kiss you. “Later? I’ve got plans for right now.”

[emwritesfootball]

Insecure | Erling Haaland

This is the angst smut idea I told you not so long ago 😅 her being insecure and she makes a comment about what is he even doing with her when he could have any woman he wants, and it makes his blood boil seeing her doubt and think so low of herself. Before she knows, she is pressed into the mattress with her stomach facing it. She never saw him so angry. He is ripping her clothes off and railing her, telling he she is the only one he wants - Left Nut

Word Count: 688

Warnings: manhandling, angry!Erl, reader’s insecurities, mentions of female-receiving oral sex

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Your insecurities crept up on you slowly. The first day, it was feeling like you didn’t belong in your own skin; the second, you kept finding flaws every time you looked in the mirror; the third, you decided to take a break from social media because you didn’t wanna see the flawless people on Instagram.

You’d been sitting next to Erling on the sofa, both of you silent and enjoying each other’s presence. He was playing on his phone and you were reading a book, but your gaze wandered from your book to his open Instagram feed as model after model popped up.

“What are you even doing with me when you could have any woman you want?” The question is out of your mouth before you even realize you’d said it. It was like your mouth moved faster than your brain and you hoped he hadn’t heard you.

Erling’s finger paused over his screen. “What did you just say?” He asked, trying to process your words. Right before you were about to lie to him, he shook his head. “No, nevermind. I don’t want you to repeat that because I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself that way - not now, not ever.”

“Erling-”

“No!” He stood up, his face red with anger. “I don’t want you to speak unless it’s you apologizing to yourself for talking like that.” He ran a hand through his hair, spewing Norwegian that you couldn’t understand, ending it with, “How could you think like that?! How could you think and talk about yourself like you’re nothing when you’re everything to me?” His eyes were shiny with unshed tears and all you wanted to do was hold him.

All the air left your lungs at his confession. “Erling, I’m so sorry.”

“Get up,” he ordered, his voice and expression hard. You looked up at him, concerned, but he didn’t explain. “I said: get...up. Now.”

Without another word, he grabbed your hand and yanked you up, pulling you towards the bedroom. “Erling, what are you-?” You squealed, unable to finish your question because he’d thrown you unceremoniously on the bed.

“You don’t think you’re sexy? That you’re fuckable?” Erling continued his line of questioning in Norwegian as he tugged your shorts and panties down, leaving your shirt on. He slapped your ass so hard you saw stars, your pussy dampening in response. “Well, I’ve got news for you, Kjære - you’re sexy and fuckable and you’re mine. Got it?”

“Y-Yes!” Tears sprang to your eyes as he grabbed your ankles and manhandled you so your legs were hanging off the bed, driving his cock into you before you could say another word.

All you could do as he pounded into you was grip the bedsheets, your hands going numb as you let him use you. With each thrust, he gave you a new affirmation until you couldn’t focus on anything other than his words and how good he was making you feel. Your orgasm built low in your belly, but before you could tip over the edge into bliss, Erling pulled out of you. The sounds of him stroking his dick had you clenching around nothing, crying out his name when you felt his cum spurt onto your ass.

“Do you believe me now?” He asked, breathing heavily. You turned to look at him, nodding slowly. “I wanna hear you say it. Say ‘I’m sexy and I know it’.”

You let out a laugh at how serious he looked saying those words, but his glare shut you down. “I’m sexy and I know it.”

Erling crossed his arms. “I don’t believe you.”

It was your turn to glare at him. “I’m sexy and I know it.”

“Louder!” He was smiling now, jumping down onto the bed to cover your body with his. “I cant’ hear you!”

“I’M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!”

Erling, turned you on your back, kissing you deeply. “Good girl.” Your pussy spasmed at the phrase, and that’s when he realized he hadn’t made you cum, placing his face between your legs so he could make up for it.

[emwritesfootball]

Getting Caught | Martin Ødegaard

Getting caught having sex with Martin odegaard by some of the national team boys - they either hear you or walk in please xx

Word Count: 547

Warnings: sex, being overheard

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“The boys will be here soon,” Martin murmured in-between kisses, his hands sliding up your torso as he takes off your shirt and unclasps your bra. “Promise I’ll treat you better tonight - right now I just wanna hear you scream my name.”

“That’s fine with me,” you giggled, reaching for his joggers, “because I want the same thing.”

You shoved him back on the bed once he was naked, straddling him so you could get the chance to ride him. Martin knew he’d get you to cum quickly if he let you have your way with him, and he didn’t want to stand in the way of you and an orgasm. He’d learned his lesson once before - you’d spent the rest of the evening teasing him until he’d had no choice but to drag you to the nearest dark corner and give you what you’d been begging for.

Martin watched, mesmerised as he watched you bounce up and down on his cock. He didn’t protest when you reached for the vibrator, letting out a groan when you turned it on and your walls clenched around him.

He could feel your orgasm building, and Martin knew exactly how to tip you over the edge. He starts speaking to you in Norwegian, placing his hands on your hips as he sets the tempo. The praise coupled with pace had your moans increasing in volume, his name a breathy whimper on your lips.

“You gonna cum for me?” Martin asked in Norwegian, pressing the vibrator firmly against your clit as he watched you throw your head back and nod.

“Please, Martin!” You whined, clenching your walls around him as your pussy started to spasm and your orgasm washed over you. You felt his cum coat the inner walls of your pussy as you triggered his orgasm, drawing yours out.

The knock on the window let you know you weren’t alone. “Everyone okay in there?” Erling’s goofy face appeared in the window, making you blush as you buried your face in Martin’s chest.

“I thought the windows were closed,” you hissed, wanting to die of embarrassment.

“I thought so, too.” A pause. “Well, I won’t blame you if you don’t wanna come say hi to the lads, but I’ve gotta go let Erling and Sander in or they’ll have my head.”

“I can handle a little teasing,” you assured him, giving him one last kiss before he left the bedroom to greet his teammates.

You entered the living room a few minutes later, steeling your nerves for all the teasing. Both Haaland and Sander shared a look when you walked in, and you couldn’t help giggling when Haaland turned bright red as he recalled what he’d overheard when he arrived. “Go on, get it out now. Say what you have to say,” you challenged, laughing when neither one of them said anything.

The rest of the afternoon went by fairly quickly, the only teasing directed at Martin whenever he beat the others at a game of FIFA.

“Sorry we got caught,” he murmured, pulling you into his arms once everyone had left.

“It’s okay,” you replied, giving him a small smile as you pulled him down for a kiss. “I’m sure you’ll find some way to make it up to me…”