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cityzenchick · 10 months ago
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I'm disappointed but not really surprised 😕
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arya-is-a-fanatic · 1 year ago
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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Men's Football RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Erling Haaland/Original Male Character Characters: Erling Håland, Original Male Character(s), Julián Álvarez Additional Tags: Insecurity, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Erling Haaland, Abusive Relationships, Isolation, Emotional Manipulation, Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, erling just needs a hug, haaland or, Omega Erling Håland Summary:
The constant reminders of how different he was had taken a heavy toll on Erling and no one seemed to notice. When someone who'd seemingly offer the treatment he had yearned for approaches him at the bar, Erling immediately falls into his arms.
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frommybookbook · 11 months ago
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I also finished another Perry book today (I'm about out of those, too...) and I love that every time this fool "proposes" in these books (it happens at least 5x, OK), it's never "Della, will you marry me?" and always more of a "you know, everyone else is doing it..."
I also love how Della always turns him down and gives damn good reasons why.
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cityzenchick · 2 months ago
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Guten Morgen @sandy007 😘 Die Sonne scheint und es ist Wochenende!! ☀️🎉 Unser Goldjunge trauert 😪, deshalb wird er heute vielleicht nicht spielen, aber ich sende dir (und ihm) herzliche Umarmungen 🤗💐💞
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@cityzenchick Guten Morgen und ein schönes Wochenende wünsche ich dir 🍂🍁🌻☀️
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dreamonseems · 2 years ago
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hii, if you are open to more writing about dad!erling, i have a request/idea?¿
maybe like, their son is maybe 1.5 years old/2 and is already aware to recognize erling and stuff like that, so one night, when erling is having a game and you and son stay home, baby cant fall asleep until erling is there, so y/n and baby just walk around their apartment waiting for erling to return and all of them sleep together in their bed🤭🫶
Baby's Wish
Erling Haaland X Female Reader
Summary: Baby Ragnar can't sleep without Daddy Erling.
I love writing about dad Erling 🥺💓
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Ragnar had recently celebrated his second birthday, and he had become the ultimate daddy's boy. With his striking blue eyes and a crown of bright blonde hair, he was a mirror image of Erling, his father. It was almost comical how little he resembled Y/N, and she would playfully tease about how disrespectful it was for her to carry Ragnar for nine months, only for him to emerge from the womb looking like a spitting image of his dad.
Ragnar was an incredibly energetic and curious little bundle of joy. He had an insatiable thirst for exploration, always eager to discover the world around him. But amidst all his adventures, he remained deeply attached to Erling. Their bond was unbreakable. It was no surprise when Ragnar's first word rolled off his tiny lips, and it was "Dada." The sheer adoration in his eyes whenever he laid eyes on his father was undeniable.
Erling's heart would swell with pride and love every time he heard his son call out to him. It was as if Ragnar had chosen Erling to be his ultimate hero and guide in life. The connection between father and son was a testament to the special bond they shared.
Y/N would watch in awe as Ragnar followed his father around, mimicking his every move and hanging onto his every word. She couldn't help but be filled with both amusement and affection at the sight of her little family. Ragnar's unwavering attachment to Erling was a beautiful reflection of the love and care that his father bestowed upon him.
But Days like these were particularly challenging ever since Ragnar became more aware and deeply attached to Erling. Y/N found herself grappling with the difficulty of explaining to their young son why his beloved father wasn't always present, especially during training sessions or when he had matches to play.
It became even more challenging during bedtime, as Ragnar preferred to have his daddy put him to sleep. Tonight was one of those nights.
Erling had an important match scheduled, and Y/N and Ragnar watched the game fervently from the comfort of their home. Ragnar's eyes were glued to the television screen, his little face lighting up with excitement as he recognized his daddy's familiar face among the players.
Y/N couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable, witnessing the pure joy and connection Ragnar felt towards his father.
However, when it came time for Ragnar's bedtime routine, everything changed. The usually calm and peaceful transition to sleep turned into a tearful ordeal. Ragnar cried out for his Dada, his tiny voice filled with longing and sadness.
Y/N's heart shattered at the sight of her baby, his messy curly hair tousled and wild, tears streaming down his face as he desperately called out for his daddy.
"It's okay, sunshine. Daddy will be home soon," Y/N whispered, holding Ragnar close in her arms, trying her best to console him. However, the tears and calls for Erling showed no signs of ceasing. Y/N knew that she needed to find a way to ease Ragnar's heartache and longing.
Making a decision in the moment, Y/N gently suggested to Ragnar, "Let's take a walk around the house and wait for Daddy to come home. Maybe we can see the stars together and make a wish for him." She knew it might provide a temporary distraction and help Ragnar feel closer to Erling, even in his absence.
With tears still glistening in his eyes, Ragnar nodded, his tiny hand grasping Y/N's tightly. They walked hand in hand, exploring the familiar corners of their home. She told him little stories and gave him little tickles, making his laugh fill the house, as they patiently waited for Erling's return.
Y/N hoped that the gentle rhythm of their steps and the love that enveloped them would provide solace to Ragnar's tender heart, reassuring him that his father would be back soon.
As the night progressed and the moon cast its gentle glow, Ragnar's tears slowly subsided. His trust in his mother and the anticipation of Erling's arrival provided a glimmer of comfort. They stood together, looking up at the starry sky, their hearts intertwined, sending their wishes into the night.
And just as Y/N's words had promised, Erling eventually returned home, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. The moment Ragnar caught sight of his daddy's tired but smiling face, his eyes lit up with pure delight. Running into Erling's arms, he finally found the solace and warmth he had been yearning for.
Y/N watched the tender reunion, her heart brimming with gratitude and love. In that moment, she knew that even on the hardest days, their family's bond would always prevail.
"What are you still doing up, my little mischief-maker?" Erling chuckled, scooping up his son into his arms. Ragnar's face lit up upon seeing his beloved father, and he mumbled, "Dada, dada home, miss dada," making grabby hands at Erling's face and showering him with sloppy kisses.
Erling's heart swelled with joy as he watched his son, his eyes shimmering with pride and affection. Ragnar's words melted away any remnants of exhaustion Erling might have felt. His presence had been sorely missed, and he knew just how much his little boy longed for him.
Y/N approached the pair, a smile gracing her face as she witnessed the heartwarming scene. She joined them, pressing a gentle kiss on Erling's cheek. "He couldn't sleep. He cried for you," she said, her voice filled with warmth and love.
Erling tightened his embrace, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by his precious family. There was an indescribable sense of contentment that washed over him, as if the world outside their cocoon no longer mattered.
Nothing else in the world could compare to this moment, where he was at home, embraced by the love of his wife and the adoration of his son.
"Let's go to bed then," Erling suggested, his voice filled with tenderness and determination. With his arms wrapped securely around Y/N and Ragnar, he led them towards their cozy haven, their sanctuary of dreams, and shared moments. As they settled down, intertwining their bodies and hearts, a profound sense of peace washed over them.
In the quiet embrace of the night, Erling whispered softly, "I love you both more than words can express." It was a simple declaration, yet it held the weight of a thousand promises, a testament to the depth of his devotion.
Y/N nestled closer to Erling, their love radiating within the warmth of their shared embrace. Ragnar, his eyes heavy with sleep, nestled against his father's chest, finding solace in the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat.
With a gentle sigh and a heart overflowing with gratitude, they surrendered to the serenity of the night, knowing that in each other's arms, they were home. The world outside might have its demands and challenges, but in this sanctuary of love, they found respite and strength.
As sleep finally claimed them, their dreams entwined, painting a picture of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless joy. Together, they embarked on this journey, united in their bond, ready to face whatever adventures awaited them.
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femme4ngel · 2 years ago
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can you pleaseee do a story about haaland being insecure about something while looking at himself in the mirror and y/n enters the room and comforts him then they end up making out
i hv an exam tomorrow but this inspired me hope u like it <3
erling haaland x fem reader
it wasn’t like him to feel down at all. usually he felt full of power and confidence, he believed in himself and couldn’t care less about what others said about him. he was the strong, norwegian viking after all.
but today was different and you noticed it. he did poorly in the match and although city still won, he’s rating was low and his failed shots were posted all over the internet. you felt his sadness and disappointment, the way he walked out of the changing room, the way his usual bright smile faded away. he could take all the criticism about the way he played, he could take it when it was about his talent or the lack of it, but he couldn’t deal with criticism about his looks. you told him not to go on instagram, to not open comments but he couldn’t stop himself. he sat in the changing room for a good 30 minutes scrolling nonstop, every rude comment, every mean word about his face seeping into his mind. he suddenly felt small and uncomfortable in his own skin, and all he craved was your touch and kind words. you noticed immediately as he walked besides you on your way to the car, his fingers holding tightly onto yours, his golden hair laying on his shoulders, his eyes fixated on the floor. he needed soft touches and sweet words whispered into his ears, a hug and kisses all over his cheeks.
and you knew exactly how to make him feel better, how to make the sad pout disappear from his face.
- hey baby what about a bath when we get home? i got a new bathbomb yesterday, its strawberry and vanilla scented. - you look over at him in the car, his eyes are sad and his fingers viciously gripping the wheel but he seems to like your idea a lot, his face lighting up, his cheeks blushing.
you took baths together whenever either of you was feeling down, the bubbles, the relaxation of the warm water and the closeness of your bodies cheering you up instantly. so as soon as you get home you tell him to go and get out of his clothes and wait for a little in the bedroom while you start the bath and collect all the stuff you want to put into it. you eventually gather all of your things, and with the bathbombs and gels in your hand return to the bedroom. you find your boyfriend staring at himself in the mirror, theres a frustrated look spreading across his beautiful features, his eyebrows are furrowed. he looks like he might start crying and you feel your heart breaking by the sight. you walk up to him, hugging him from behind, your smaller frame disappearing into his. your fingers are running up and down on his torso, caressing his skin, drawing circles on his waist. your cheek is resting against his back, hes warm and he smells like him. like erling, like soap and grass and his lingering parfume. you want him to know how beautiful he is, how his touch lights your skin up, how his eyes mesmerize you, how it feels to call him yours.
- can we take the bath and then watch a dumb movie? im so tired, im sorry..- he asks, theres some shame in his voice as he stares at his reflection.
- of course baby, lets go, i think the water is already perfect.- you grab his hand as you guide him to the bathroom, holding him close and tight, wanting to show him how beautiful he truly is.
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cityzenchick · 2 months ago
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He looks so sad 😢
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melanieph321 · 5 months ago
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Erling Haaland x Reader - The Confession Part 2/2
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Again, thank you @ruben-dias for the gif
Part 1
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Summary - Erling has had a crush on Reader for a long time, but Reader is clueless about it since she never thought a guy like him could like a girl like her. Nevertheless, the truth unfolds when Erling gives Reader a ride home after a lake party with their friends.
Enjoy!
It was a sad sight to see Erling moping around like he did. Especially when you were the cause of his foul mood. Nevertheless, you knew how to make things right.
"Erling?"
You had been working up the courage to ask him for a ride home from the lake. It was a foolish plan indeed, but if you could get him alone, just the two of you, maybe then you could let him down easily.
"Hey." You blushed as you walked up to where he stood by his car.
"What do you want?" He muttered.
"A ride, actually."
"A what?"
"Nicole's car is full, and Tim....Well I haven't asked him. But maybe I..."
"No." Erling exclaimed.
You fell back two steps, quite surprised by his reaction.
"I mean, yes." He coughed. "You can ride with me, if you want?"
"Thanks." 
You helped Erling pack up the rest of the stuff that would go in his car. The two of you were the last people to leave the parking lot, trailing the other cars in front of you.
"So..." He sighed.
"So?" You shrugged.
The awkward silence that lingered was unbearable. It was easier to converse in a group, but other than your friends, the two of you seemed to have nothing in common.
"How's life going?"
"Excuse me?" 
It was almost laughable, how awkward it was. If it wasn't for the radio playing the latest hits, you might have considered throwing yourself out of the car.
"What? It's just a question." Erling said, seeing as you had begun to laugh uncontrollably.
"Yeah but, what kind of question is that?"
"A normal one, I'd say."
"Erling, we hang out like everyday, you know how my life is going."
"Yes, but we never hang out alone. And even around everyone you never talk about yourself."
"I beg to differ."
"You don't. Otherwise I would've known that you don't eat meat." 
He mumbled the last part and you felt a tad guilty.
"Look, Erling…"
"It's okay." He chuckled. "I should have known that you don't eat meat, or that you can't swim."
"Hold up." You flinched at the last part. "Who told you that I can't swim?"
"Can you?"
"Yes. Yes I can, and you assuming that I can't is really…" You caught yourself getting rallied up, however now was not the time. "Look, Erling." You sighed. "About the hot dogs…"
He rolled his eyes. "It would be nice if we could just forget about that."
"I agree. I think that there's a few things that we should forget about."
"Like?"
"Like…you being into me." 
Erlings eyes left the road.
"Nicole told me."
"I'm surprised it wasn't Tim."
"Tim knows?"
"Everyone's knows." He chuckled.
You shook your head, "Since when have you liked me?"
"Erm...since the day I met you."
You were quite lost for words. You never knew Erling to be so open about his feelings. To you he had been just another guy, dreaming about playing football. Perhaps there was more to him than you thought.
"When you and Nicole first started hanging out," Erling said, hands steady on the wheeI, occasionally glancing your way. "I would ask her about you, what you're like and so on."
"Really? That's so sweet of you. But why didn't you just ask me yourself?"
He shrugged, "Believe it or not Y/N, I'm not really great at talking to girls."
"You know what...." You nodded. "I believe you."
He nudged you with his elbow, seeing the smile on your face. The car fell silent after that, the road passing you by. You still hadn't set things straight with Erling, but after seeing another side of him you became curious.
"There's another lake around here somewhere, no?" You turned your head to look out the window. "A smaller one?"
"Yeah, it's literally called, little lake." Erling said.
"Could we maybe go there?"
"Right now?" He frowned.
"Yes."
It was an odd request coming from you. But a smaller lake meant that the sun heated up the water faster. And unlike what everyone thought, you did enjoy going for a swim. And with the sun set low in the sky it was the perfect condition for a quick dip.
"Did you even bring any swimwear?" Erling questioned. He had broken out of the group, taking his car off the road and driving towards Little Lake. The water was still when you arrived and to Erling's surprise you stripped yourself of your clothes and waded out in the water in only your underwear.
"Are you coming or are you just gonna stand there and watch me?" You said.
Erling needed no other conformation. He was tugging his shirt over his head and running out to catch up with you. The two of you dove into the water and swam around the deep end until the sun disappeared behind the forest trees.
"We should head back." You said, afraid that you'd eventually get too tired to make it back to shore. Erling must have noticed this, because he pulled you towards him and raised you above the water by carrying you in his arms.
"God, you're tall." You smiled. "Tall people never drown."
"Is that so?" He chuckled and carried you back to the beach, refusing to let you walk on your own two feet until you reached his car.
"I don't want this night to end." You found yourself saying. You also found yourself tucking hair behind Erling ear as a strand looked to have bothered his eyes.
"It's gonna get dark soon." He said.
"Yes, but I still don't want this night with you to end."
"Perhaps we could get some food? How about hot dogs?"
You smiled. "I think I have a better idea." 
You stepped up to him, placing your hands on his damped torso. His muscles flinched below the palm of your hands as Erling kept his eyes on you.
"Are you sure?" He asked, before you even puckered up to kiss him.
"Yes." You nodded. "I'm sure."
"Again, it was all the confirmation he needed to lean down and capture your lips. All he needed was the confession that you liked him back.
What followed was a hot minute of making out, your mouths devouring each other until the desperate gasp for air. Erling then led you to his car, the back of it, so that you could lay down across the passenger seat.
You bit your lip as his cold fingertips slid your panites down your legs. His hands then went under your knees, pulling your hips to meet his face that tucked into the car as he bent down to lick you clean.
"Fuck." You gasped, a hand running through his hair. "Yes Erling, right there."
His tongue found its way to pleasure you in all the right places. And he kept at it as if the need to make you come was his mission in life.
"Please." You squirmed, wanting him to stop before it happened. "I need you."
"I need you to." Erling grunted, his hand reaching for your breast under your bra.
"No, Erling." You gasped, eyes squinting as he squeezed your nipple. "I need you, inside of me, now."
He raised his head to look at you, his lips plump from sucking your clit.
"Please." You said, to which he stood, hands tugging down his swimming trunks. He was already hard and big, bigger than you thought. He rushed to retrieve a condom out of his glove compartment, dressing his dick with the rubber. Once it was on he placed himself between your thighs and slid inside of you to the sound of you moaning his name. It was perfect, he was perfect. What a way to end the night. With a swim around a lake and a potentially new boyfriend.
The End
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cityzenchick · 10 months ago
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That moment when ........ Erling remembers that the last trophy he won, you were in the audience clapping excitedly over his win ...... that was when you were still together ...... now he has won another award, but he no longer has you ......... and it hurts ........
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fallinforerling · 2 years ago
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Relationship Alphabet erling Haaland
fluff alphabet | erling haaland
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A/N: THIS ONE IS FOR CITEEEEEEEEEH
ೃ⁀➷ erling's taglist
ೃ⁀➷ erling's masterlist
ೃ⁀➷ masterlist
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
a = affection + activities (how affectionate is he? how does he show affection?/ how does he spend his free time with you?)
he’s SO affectionate. 
like, no… literally. he won’t let you go from his embrace once he made it home, constantly rubbing his face on your neck and telling you how much he missed you while you stand there, smiling like an idiot because you have a golden retriever for a boyfriend. 
he also gives you tons of butterfly kisses, bending over and staying there for so long, enjoying the smell of your hair or how much you squeeze his waist while hugging each other.
then you’ll watch a trashy show like love island while cuddling on the sofa, eating snacks and trying to replicate the accents, laughing hard when one of you actually gets it right. 
b = beauty (what does he admire about you? what does he think is beautiful about you? 
physically? he adores your eyes. how they sparkle every time you talk about something you love, or how they seem to hold the stars for the very first seconds of looking up to him. he sees them as a real window to your mind. 
he also loves when your nose does that little wrinkle thing every time you’re excited about something, or just enjoying a meal. 
you’re just the most endearing person he has ever met. 
but personality wise? you’re so compatible.
you’re nice, kind and patient. you’re always trying your best and he knows you care so much about others, even if you don’t show it as much. 
to him you’re the purest soul and he wants to protect you, because you’re his sunshine.
c = cuddles + comfort (does he like to cuddle? how would he cuddle you?/how would he help you when you’re feeling down?)
cuddles? HE LOVES THEM. even though it doesn’t seem like it. 
he uses cuddles as a coping mechanism at this point. 
when he’s mad, frustrated or just sad, he comes to you, asking for cuddles with the most serious expression ever. it’s hilarious. 
did we mentioned the fact that he crushes you under his weight? but not in a bad way, it’s so comfortable. you feel safe and so so so warm. 
you’re a pillow for a few hours, and you’re so okay with it. 
it’s the same the other way around. even when you’re having the slightest inconvenience, you go to your boyfriend for some cuddles. he lets you sleep on top of him, arms and legs wrapped around his torso. it’s very funny to see. 
when that doesn’t work (which it’s a rare thing) he gives you space, always making sure that you have snacks or a quiet room to be at when you’re feeling overwhelmed.
d = domestic + dreams (does he want to settle down? how is he around the house?/how does he picture their future together?)
does he want to settle down? he can’t wait to actually have you with him 24/7. he loves your presence, even when you’re in separate rooms. 
he’s a very good companion, and when you weren’t living together but just staying at each other’s places, he was such an organized person… most of the time. 
it doesn’t matter when he’s a mess, though. 
anyways, he’s always thinking about how the future it’s going to be like. 
how many kids? where are we going to live? are we going to have a farm together? will our kids play football like him? where is the wedding going to be? what type of house are you guys going to buy? SO MANY QUESTIONS. 
he has a little list on his mind, and he’s going to use it someday. he knows he’s going to marry you. 
e = equal (is he the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)
none of the above. both of you are equal in the relationship.
he’s a kind soul, and most of the time he doesn’t bother to make decisions for you. 
the only thing he’s in charge of is picking up the restaurants and making you cum. 
both of them are always taken care of. 
f = fiancé (how does he feel about commitment? how quick would he want to get married?)
as i said before, he can’t wait to marry you. 
he wants to settle down but doesn’t want to pressure it too soon, since it’s a big step. 
but yeah, he’s just being a bit patient, since he knows you’re going to be his wife. 
already looking for rings and spying your pinterest page for clues on the perfect ring. 
he doesn’t say it, but he also has a pinterest account where he saves cute wedding dresses he thinks would look amazing on you. 
he just loves you too much, okay?
g = gentle + gratitude (how gentle is he, both physically and emotionally?/ how grateful is he; is he aware of everything you do for him?)
he’s the most gentle human being you’d ever met. 
despite his height and how people picture him, he’s very delicate while touching you, or doing things in general. he’s so comforting, you’re mesmerized by his patience, his soft touches and his words when you’re feeling down. 
he’s your rock. every time you need support of reaffirmation, he’s there for you. he always knows what to say. 
in return, he knows how much you do for him. 
not only while emotionally supporting him through the stress and pressure he feels sometimes, but also at home, when he’s tired from a match and you make him an special meal. 
he’s so grateful for you in general. you’re an angel to him. 
h = honesty (does he have secrets he hides from you? or does he share everything?)
it wasn’t considered a secret perse, but erling hates to worry you. 
so sometimes he hid his injuries from you, and when you found out, you got so mad. he never did it again. 
it was scary.
he’s overall very open, he doesn’t believe in secrets between you two. you always have talks about everything.
you trust each other blindly. 
i = i love you + inspiration (how fast did he said the L-word?/ did you changed him somehow, or the other way around? do you guys try new things together or help each other solve personal problems?)
you both said it rather fast. 
six months into the relationship and you both knew you loved each other. 
he said it first, since he couldn’t keep acting like he wasn’t aware of the word almost slipping out of his mouth every day. 
you said it back instantly. 
you both changed each other for the better. you taught him to be more open, less serious. but just because you knew he’s the most interesting person ever and the rest of the world deserved to know him. 
he helped you to overcome your shyness and to make new friends, to get out of your comfort zone. 
you’re always trying new things (food, vacation destinies, shows, hobbies) it’s so so so fun to start new projects with him. 
the latest one is a bookclub (it’s just the two of you). 
and yes, every time you’re feeling some type of way or having doubts, you talk to each other. you always find a way to get through it. 
j = jealousy (how jealous does he get, and does he get jealous easily? how does he deal with it? what does he do when he’s jealous?)
he’s not a jealous guy in general; he knows you love him, and he loves you. 
but sometimes he just can’t stand when other people can’t dissimulate the stares when you’re with him at some event. 
like yes. he gets it. you look stunning and you’re the most beautiful woman in every room, but damn. 
he just takes a deep breath and tries to think about you and not all the people that wants to be on his place. 
but he also keeps a hand on your lower back, staring back with an arched eyebrow to the guys that look at you for too long. his serious face it’s very scary. 
you love to see him a bit jealous. 
he also kisses you so much. 
he’s so hot when he’s leaning over you to kiss you and whisper sweet nothings in the middle of a crowded room, just to show you’re his and he’s yours. 
k = kisses (how are his kisses like? where does he like to kiss you? how was your first kiss like?)
they can be the sweetest kisses ever or the most intense, dizzying, wonderful kisses you’d ever received in your life. 
he doesn’t hold back. 
face grabbing, chest to chest, hands everywhere type of kisses. 
he loves to kiss your neck, it always smells amazing and you get all tickly.  
you’re both pretty much addicted to kiss each other. 
the first kiss was so so so wonderful. you were so nervous but he’s such a great kisser. it was like floating. you’d never stopped feeling like floating whenever he kisses you. 
did i said he’s a great kisser? yeah- he is. 
l = love language (what’s his love language? is it compatible with yours?)
do we have any doubs? 
it’s obviously quality time and physical touch, duh. 
you’re both pretty the same. 
although he also showers you with gifts from abroad if he has a game far from home. 
expensive isn’t a word when it comes to gifts for you. 
princess treatment all the way. 
you were very apprehensive while receiving them, but he insisted so much that now you don’t know how to say no. 
he’s so full of himself every time you’re wearing one of his gifs. 
especially the little “e” necklace made of his birth stone. 
m = morning (how are mornings spent with him? what’s your morning routing like?)
it’s so cozy.
you’re very sleepy, just wandering around the house while doing the basics: making coffee and breakfast, brushing your teeth, showering and just looking at each other from above your cups. 
lots of kisses on the head or long hugs in the kitchen. 
he likes to stop by while you’re making something on the stove and just lean on top of you, resting his chin on the top of your head. 
it’s hard to say goodbye after the two hours you have with each other during the mornings. 
you cling to him, hugging him tight until he just has to go and you miss him a lot even though it’s been five minutes since he stepped out of the apartment. 
n = nicknames (what does he call you?)
so many nicknames in norwegian. 
you’d been learning and instantly melt when he calls you vennen (sweetheart) or elskling (my love) 
!!!!!! your brain goes brrrrr
you call him lover most of the time, and he smiles so widely 
or when you call him kongen, he just walks around calling himself “the king” for a week straight
martin loves to mess up with both of you, since he’s one of the few people that actually speaks norwegian around you
o = on cloud nine (what is he like when he’s in love? is it obvious for others? how does he express his feelings?)
he’s obvious. 
like painfully obvious, even though it’s just like for the people that knows him. 
martin was the one that noticed first. 
erling’s eyes will linger on you for way too long, smiling at your words, even if they were just a tiny hello or a short story. 
all his teammates couldn’t stop giggling and whispering every time you’d come visit as a friend first, knowing he had the biggest crush on you. 
once he made it and got to be alone with you, he didn’t hesitate, he asked you out. 
it was such an amazing time. he was the most caring person you’d ever met, and you couldn’t believe it was your reality
he hasn’t changed one bit since the first time he took you out. 
he always remembers. he’s always looking forward to your next date or little getaway.
you’d never felt more loved than now. 
when he isn’t making you feel loved, giving you hugs, kisses or quality time, he’s showering you with little gifts that remind him of you. 
p = pda (is he upfront about your relationship? does he brag about you with others? or he rather shy to kiss, etc. when others are watching?)
he’s not shy about it. 
like yeah, of course he’s a private person and you’re as well, but he isn’t hiding the fact that he’s dating you, aka the most amazing woman in the world (his words). 
you’re often feauted on his instagram, and that’s how people get updates about your relationship. 
he totally brags with his friends and teammates though. 
like so much. 
he doesn’t shut up about you, never
it’s even worse when you’re with him at events. he’s all over you, kissing your neck and dragging his hands on your back, whispering things and chatting with you so closely that people look away, like they’re spying on you two. 
he’s never shy when it comes to showing love to you.
q = quizzes (how many little things does he remember about you?)
as i said, he remembers so much. 
every little detail he has ever learned about you, he remembers. 
from your favorite juice flavor to your most embarrassing childhood story. 
he knows them all. 
most of his gifts are related to something you like, said, or did together. it melts your heart. 
goes both ways. you’re always giving him little gifts that remind him of you, or even better, his time as a youngster. you love to tease him about the flow kings.
r = romance ( how romantic is he? what would he do to make you happy? is he cliche or rather creative? what is your favourite moment in your relationship?)
he’s romantic-romantic. it’s just that people can’t imagine it. 
he’s always taking you out on romantic dinners, bringing you flowers or organizing little trips to your hometown or norway to spend some alone time where no one can find you. 
you’re the happiest when you’re on those trips; it brings you such calm that you feel like a new person once you’re back at manchester. 
he’s a very good mixture of cliché and creative. and you love it! he always gives it his own little twist to the most cliché things. like personalizing the color of the flowers he gives you by checking which heart emoji you used to most that day. 
UGH!
pure love. 
your most treasured memory from the relationship is the moment you first attended a city game as his girlfriend. you got to experience it with him from the moment he arrived to the first goal of the night. you lost your voice that night, but it was worth it. never in your life you’ll forget how excited he was once you reunited, how much he kissed you and let you hold his hattrick football to take a silly picture. at that moment you knew it was forever.
s = security (how protective is he?)
oh, erling is protective.
like no fooling around. he’s going to protect you no matter what. 
when you’re out in public, he makes sure that no one, absolutely no one, gets on your personal space. 
and when it comes to your mental health, he does the most to protect you from mean comments on the internet. he doesn’t need you to pay attention to stupid people that don’t have a life. 
you love him for it, and you make sure he knows how important he is, despite how horrible the hate towards him gets. 
t = try (how much effort would he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
 first of all, we know he’s a very neat guy that’ll help around the house as much as he can during the week. 
and as i mentioned, he puts so much of himself on your dates, anniversaries, and gifts that you don’t know how he’s this original. 
like where did he get a bunch of your childhood’s snacks just because you mentioned you missed their flavor?????
yeah, you won’t be disappointed. 
the anniversaries are so much fun. 
it’s like a little holiday- 
everyone on twitter went crazy that time he made fans hold up signs that read “happy anniversary to my one and only” when he had to play that exact date. 
you were there… and cried. 
u = understanding (how well does he know you? is he empathetic?)
there’s never a chance where he isn’t the best boyfriend ever.
he’s always making his best effort to understand your feelings and how to bring a smile to your lips again
hates seeing you cry
he knows you well enough to make you happy in less than an hour
you’re so grateful for him
late movie nights with him to cure any bad day ❤️‍🩹
v = value (how important is the relationship to him? what is it worth in comparison to other things in his life?)
this relationship is everything to him
of course he loves football. and of course he loves you.
you are on the top of the list
there’s only you, football and his family 
nothing else matters as much
he does everything on his power to make things work, even when you’re going through long distance 
and you do as well
the power couple fr
w = whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)
totally
have you seen him while being away?
all pouty and calling you at any given opportunity
sleeping and hugging a pillow to pretend it is you
he carries a little bottle with your perfume to spray on himself so he can smell you during training sessions or important games 
he also wears your headbands 
he’s so adorable
x - xtra (a random fluff headcanon)
you both love the color purple 
so he would always buy matching clothes or items on that exact color
in fact, that’s how people found out you two were dating
he bought this very very very expensive and unique pair of shoes with a matching tracking suit in purple 
two days later you were wearing the same outfit 
yeah, it was obvious 
now it’s a fun anecdote 
y = yearning (how would he cope when he’s missing you?)
as i said 
he would always use your hair stuff of your perfume 
but he also makes you wear various t-shirts a day before his trips so he can use them to sleep or walk around, knowing you were on them just a few hours before 
so so so many texts with random stuff that reminded him of you
lots of audios and calls 
“baby i can’t wait to be home, i miss my little pillows so much”
“erling, those are my boobs”
“yeah…? so???”
z = zeal (is he willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, what kind of?)
totally
he won’t hesitate to make a decision based on how it would benefit the relationship
he totally bought a house for the summer on your home country just because you mentioned you missed home 
learned your language so you could feel more close to home 
he even learned how to cook typical food
you cried the day he surprised you with it
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sseomtada · 7 months ago
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being [ruben dias]
you receive a visitor while working late & make a pivotal decision.
warnings: 18+... | wc: 5093 | 4/8
“Did you get the package I sent?”
You’d finally made time to have an extended FaceTime call with your mom who was more than happy to give you an earful of her recent doings. The ramblings that once served as an annoyance now provided a strange comfort. Perhaps it was because it reminded you of the time when your biggest worry was whether or not you’d ace your next test.
“Yes,” She laughed. “The English are terrible with food, but they got tea making right.”
That made you join in with her. The traditional food here did leave much to be desired, but thankfully, a wonderful immigrant population has made their culinary world highly diverse and tasty.
Earlier, your mom sent you a picture of her posing next to the Nike ad your company had helped brand. She said she could tell by one look at it, without even knowing you were a part of it, that it had come from your mind. In that moment, her eyes were a bit shiny.
You felt your heart soften. There were rarely times where she visibly showed how proud of you she was, her words were always at the forefront. Your own eyes teared up as you looked up and blinked.
What did you think of it?
Just how proud of you I am.
Collaborating with big brands and names, celebrating your successes in rooms with insurmountable net worths - it was all great. None of it came close to providing the same amount of validation as hearing those words come from her. One of the biggest driving forces behind you not giving up and chasing this crazy dream was her. You couldn’t put into words how relieved you were when you felt that her sacrifices for you had paid off.
“I’ve got to start getting ready for work, but I promise I’ll talk to you soon.” You looked at the time with a sigh.
“Tell Aki I said hello!” She waved. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You returned the gesture.
Though things were going well with Bana’s latest projects, you’d been dragging your feet when heading into the office for the past few days. There was something like a weight on your chest akin to the feeling of when guilt gnawed at your insides.
That conversation you had with Ruben played in your mind over and over whenever it wasn’t otherwise occupied. You didn’t tell Aki how you’d gotten back to your place, or the exchange that occurred. There wasn’t any particular reason behind your withholding, you just needed time to process it.
A definitive answer still had yet to come to your latest question, what would you do now? Was there even anything to do at all, anything that could be done? The truth behind the breakup was just…sad. More than anger or pain, you just felt disconsolation.
It seemed as if you and him had both bitten off more than you could chew. You were overly enamored with him and placed him on a pedestal that he wasn’t ready for and didn’t want to be on.
The way things ended would never be excusable, but you now had a sense of understanding that made it more digestible. You were able to start working on that wound and healing it to the point of a mild ache instead of the agony it once generated.
“Do I get a gold star for beating you in today?” Aki gloated at the door.
You faked a laugh. “I’ll think about it. Mom says hi, by the way.”
She got all giddy at that and started reminiscing about your mother’s cooking. Before she could make your stomach start speaking in tongues, you told her to grab Cindy for your morning meeting in the conference room.
The project with Erling was going well so far. After your first conversation with him and his assistant, they sent over some of the ideas they were leaning more towards as well as additional points they’d like to meet.
“I’ve been playing with these fonts and color schemes for the logo and typography.” Cindy presented on the large screen.
“Awesome,” You nodded. “I’d send those over to him so you can get that finalized by the end of the week.”
“Sponsor option one is willing to pay a pretty penny, but they do want exclusivity for a period of time. The second is coming in lower with the benefit of more contractual freedom and a door open for bonuses if key revenue markers are met.” Aki gave her update.
They were both good proposals to consider, so you gave her the same directive as Cindy.
When it came to your specific workload, there was still plenty to do. You showed them the outline of what you’d done so far and received feedback on features that could be useful as you continued to build.
Website design was one of the more headache inducing parts of marketing, one that would usually be handled by a design team. You didn’t have the cashflow just yet to hire or outsource someone to do this aspect.
That left you tapping into the Python and CSS skills you developed in your IT minor to get the job done. Thankfully, technology had come a long way to make website building much easier than doing it from absolute scratch.
There were a few tweaks you had to make to the work you’d already done and more features you wanted to complete before clocking out for the day. Given the busy and focus intensive nature of the tasks at hand, your girls left you to it. They let you know when they were headed out through the company’s Slack.
You weren’t sure if your blue light frames were doing anything, or if your eyes were just exhausted from staring at the monitors for hours on end. A quick eye drop and coffee break was all you could trust yourself to do.
Any longer than that and you would be convincing yourself to shut down your computer. It would only make you feel like shit once you got home and showered though, considering you were already down to the last two bullet points on your to-do list.
You sat back down at your desk, took a deep breath and got back into it. Add a few more lines of code in the backend software, run it to test to ensure there were no glitches, and repeat the process. One more bullet point was left to go when your phone pinged.
Is this still your number?
Ruben’s name sat above the message. You slid your glasses up to your hair and picked up the device, contemplating if you should reply or not. It was kind of funny that he texted you that considering that he hadn’t changed his own either - hence the contact still popping up with his name.
Depends on who this is.
You couldn’t help pulling his leg a little. Knowing him, he would obviously gather that this was still, in fact, your number and you were taking a crack at him. Three dots appeared shortly after your reply.
That’s fair.
Are you busy?
Your bottom lip pinned between your teeth, brows meeting. It was pretty late on a weekday, a time when most would be winding down to go to bed if not already sound asleep. Unfortunately for him, perhaps, your answer wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear.
I’m still at work, so…yes.
Those little dots appeared again, his acknowledgment floating up without hesitation.
Okay, I’ll leave you to it.
That was a conversation ender if there ever was one. You placed your phone back to the desk, face down, and slid your glasses back on. Tackling the last bullet point suddenly became even more of an uphill climb than it already was with that fresh dialog banging pots and pans in your head.
It was mentally difficult to disengage from the conversation. You started to wonder what Ruben wanted. Why did he decide to message you tonight at this hour, days after the last time you spoke? What would he have said if you did tell him that you were free?
With a groan, you spun around in your chair until you grew dizzy. After the stars cleared from your eyes and the pit in your stomach settled, you grounded yourself enough to get back on track. All that pondering could wait until you were tucked under your duvet.
You returned to user interfacing , trying to approach the website so far from the visiting fans and prospective client views. Everything was in top shape so far, making you throw your hands up in the air gratefully. Just after you saved and tripled checked that you’d done so, the office’s door buzzer went off.
If Cindy or Aki had come back to check on your wellbeing, they would’ve just entered the code. Deliveries weren’t made after a certain hour either. You pulled up the security camera feed out front on your monitor to see whether or not you’d have to call the cops.
The sight it brought disarmed you, but didn’t entirely provide relief. Ruben peered around and when he spotted the lens, he waved. He held up the bags in each of his hands, clearly full of take out. Responding to that before you could was your belly, an embarrassing gurgle echoing through your office.
“I could’ve been gone by now. Or lying.” You raised a brow after opening the door.
“Yet here you are.” Ruben shrugged.
A tense period passed of you two looking at each other. He was wondering whether or not you would let him in and you were tossing the same question around in your head. Eventually, you stepped aside.
“Ten pounds says you haven’t eaten anything since lunch.” Ruben set the bags down on the coffee table. “No, breakfast.”
It was exasperating how he had the tendency to be absolutely on the money. You regrettably haven’t grow out of a habit he knew all too well about, which was neglecting your meals in an effort to get your tasks completed.
“Hm. What’s on the menu?” You grunted and sank to the guest sofa.
“Lo mein…butter chicken…” Ruben pulled the containers from their respective bags. “Kebabs. I wasn’t sure what you’d want most.”
And so his irritating ability continued. Even though both assumptions were made on the basis of the past and were somewhat of a shot in the dark for your present self, they both held true. Your taste in cravings still stood the test of time.
“Why are you here, really*?*” You couldn’t pretend like this was normal.
There was something bigger than an elephant in the room. It carried the immeasurable weight of everything that had transpired from the moment you weakly kicked his football back to him, to your first kiss and dance, and every juncture leading up to the only time he’d made you cry tears of sorrow.
The uncertainty of what was to become of you and him carried the bulk of that heaviness.
“The easiest way I can answer that is by asking you a question.” Ruben paused, lowering the napkins. “Would you prefer it if we live in the same city, run in the same circles, and basically act like we’re strangers or would you rather do…this?”
A frustrated puff of air left your nose.
“That’s just it.” You ran your hands down your face. “What is this?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t do the alternative.” He sat beside you. “I can’t act like we’re two people on a morning commute who happen to make eye contact and stutter through small talk to ease the awkwardness. Can you?”
There it was. That **was the solution to the problem that had been harping on you since that last conversation. You couldn’t figure out what it was you wanted to do, what you could do now, because you hadn’t even considered the other perspective - what did you not want?
It was exactly as he said. You didn’t want to carry around your history and act like it never happened. That made hearing his name, or even thinking about the slightest chance that you would run into him feel suffocating.
You wanted to breathe. Though it was obvious that neither of you knew exactly how to go about that yet, Ruben had at least taken the first step. All things considered, an olive branch extended in the form of your favorite foods wasn’t the worst place to start.
Your response came in the form of motioning towards the butter chicken.
“I should’ve bet on that too.” Ruben shook his head with a small smile.
The train had left the station, but there was no destination in sight. Yes, it was agreed that acting like you didn’t once mean a significant amount to one another wasn’t the best way to go about things. That still left a gaping sense of what now, which rang louder than the silence as you dug into your meal of choice.
You decided to take the next step this time. It was a painfully ordinary way to break the ice, yet one that could lead to other paths. Or it could have you opening doors you would rather not see behind.
Seven years seemed like a lifetime. There was evidently a story surrounding how he went from playing locally to now being part of such a big foreign team, so you started there by asking him about it. Ruben visibly relaxed more as he shared his trajectory.
It was bittersweet to hear all that you missed. The big matches and the grand occasions you once had envisioned was a part of your future too. You had a sense that the feeling was mutual for him when the question was returned to you.
Ultimately, what you were both most conscious of was the fact that you’d made the dreams you whispered about late at night in each other’s arms come true. And somehow, they had led you to be sitting right here. Together.
“How’s Aki doing?” Ruben asked and then laughed to himself. “I know she can still pack a verbal punch. She didn’t hold back at that launch party.”
That piqued your interest. She and him always had a sibling relationship with banter filled exchanges that sounded borderline abusive to those who didn’t know they were close. How badly did she chew him out to have him fearful?
“Did her choice of words allude to you finding the nearest ditch and falling into it?” You snorted.
“Okay, not that much of a punch. She told me to not do anything after I…” He bit his lip, considering. “After I told her that I didn’t want to hurt either of you again.”
Gravity thickened once more, but not in the same sense as before. The wheels were moving less heavily now with the flow of communication going like it always had. You guessed his words were a harrowing reminder of how you’d gotten to be here in the first place.
For a moment, you’d forgotten. It began to feel the way things did back then and him saying that brought reality back to the forefront. The relationship you had with him, regardless of what that looked like, would never be the same as it once was.
“What do you mean by she told you not to do anything?” Your subconscious backtracked a bit to a point you were confused about.
“Her words verbatim were then stop. It was like a warning, she was telling me not to act on what was going through my mind.” Ruben replied candidly.
It felt as if you were approaching one of those doors you thought about earlier. You took a beat to decide if you were going to turn the knob and face whatever laid in wait bravely, or walk away with blissful ignorance.
Except…there would never be the latter in your case. If you didn’t dare to look at or hear the things that could frighten you, there wouldn’t be a moment of peace in your spirit. You would toss and turn, night after night, going through a cycle of beating yourself up for shying away and then convincing yourself it was for the best.
No more running. You recall the silent promise you made to yourself when you drank with Aki not long ago. It was time to make good on that.
“What were you thinking then?” You set aside your nearly empty container and turned to him.
“I was thinking the same thing I am now.” When he looked at you, his eyes were resolute. “That I still love you. I did back then and I never stopped anywhere in between. The difference today is that it doesn’t scare me anymore. To be deeply by you and giving you it all in return.”
Your lips parted with nothing and everything behind them.
You wanted to yell at him and call him every bad name in existence. You wanted to admonish him for only just now being ready to accept your feelings for him, the very thing he once saw as a burden. But you couldn’t, because that wasn’t what you truly desired.
His revelation did end up frightening you in the way you feared the most. That whatever you discovered would be like having a mirror held up to you. Aki played dumb that night for your sake because you’d been too much of a coward to admit it - the real reason you hadn’t been on more dates than you had fingers on one hand.
“And what if I don’t anymore?” You weren’t sure if your words were born of that same cowardice or from the spite you so badly wanted to be real.
“I’d be a fool if I thought you did.” Ruben sighed. “I’ve already made peace with that aspect of us…remaining in the past.”
What was left unsaid was the reason he brought it up in the first place. Beside you asking, he could’ve just given an answer that was pacifying. Something that didn’t imply that he also wanted to know whether you still felt the same or not. Yet, he chose to go with the unfiltered truth with hopes that he’d pull the answer out of you.
“I was always the smartest one between us.” You took the bait indirectly.
Ruben looked at you then with knitted brows, proving your point. You were sharper than he was in many ways, though not by a measurable amount. Only a few seconds went by before recognition struck. His gaze softened, a hand reaching for you hesitantly.
Yours met it halfway and pulled him in. It was a move he didn’t anticipate causing his full weight to come down on you. There wasn’t room to analyze the awkward position of your body, half sitting, half lying down. That task was impossible when he was chest to chest with you, his nose a hair away from your own. Those dark pools of his swallowing you whole.
He inched closer, then paused. “Can I-”
You nudged your head up slightly to mold your mouth to his. It was just a prolonged peck, yet your heart was pounding like the ground under the galloping of hundreds of stallions. When you sank back down, you were breathless.
Ruben cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking the supple skin tenderly as his gazed fluttered all over your face. Your eyes closed against the feeling and you only had seconds to savor it before he initiated the second kiss.
He trembled against you, muscles tensed with forced composure. You didn’t want that. Your arms curled around his neck to bring him even nearer. When his tongue finally slid against yours, a part of your memory cracked open.
It left you breathing erratically in the same way you did when on the verge of tears. You’d forgotten. Though your mind had filled in the blanks with similar sensations, you’d forgotten the exact way he felt and tasted.
Kissing him felt like hot summer days of the past. The baking of your skin suddenly given reprieve under gray clouds that rolled in unannounced, and then the skies breaking to douse you. Instead of running, you always let your head fall back and your jaw slacken - feeling, tasting.
A small, desperate sound sounded from the back of your throat. How much of him had been lost? It must’ve been too much to bear to recall how his hair grew thickest at the base of his skull and how strong his grip became as his need for you grew.
“Can you say it?” Ruben rasped.
You blinked dark spots from your vision, trying to grapple with the meaning of his inquiry. It was you this time who was struggling to keep up. Once you were able to, you smiled up at him. The reason why every thought of him still hurt and why you dreamt of him so often was telling. Of course you did and yes, you could admit it at last.
“I still love you too.”
That was all he needed to hear for his final tether to snap loose. He tilted your head further, his tongue reclaiming yours - slick and warm, much like the state of things between your thighs. Fingers curled around the back of your knee, tugging, and no more had to be done for you to shuffle until he was fully nested in the middle of your legs.
You caressed along the sides of his torso, bunching up his shirt along the way. His lips detached from yours to let you remove it completely, and when you chased after them hungrily, you were met with denial.
Ruben had other plans, immediately latching onto the skin of your neck while his hands worked deftly to unfasten the buttons of your blouse. You arched into him, wanting more. Needing it after been deprived of him for so long.
Your palms greedily ran over every inch of skin they could find, grasping from the beginning of his hips all the way up to his shoulders. He’d always felt sturdy beneath your touch, but today he felt indestructible.
Muscle upon muscle rippled as he moved against you on instinct. Ruben’s breath was ragged against your collarbone where he sucked and nipped. That bottomless, gnawing yearn you had for him grew ravenous. Your hips pressed upwards and into his, lips trailing along his hairline.
“I missed you.” The words tumbled from you freely.
You didn’t think there was ever a time in your life where you’d felt this exposed, vulnerable. Coming back home to a place you thought was lost to you for eternity would do that, you supposed.
“Yeah?” He grinned against your skin.
You nodded promptly.
Ruben slid a hand up your stomach. “I missed you too. So much.”
“Come here.” You whispered.
His lips travelled up from between your breasts until they met your own again. You exhaled into them, trying to swat away your impatience to allow yourself to relish in every line and dip. When that battle could no longer be fought, you twisted beneath him.
Your hands shot to the belt low on his waist before his own could. Though the series of actions that followed were done with fervor, they might as well had lasted an eternity. Your fingers undid the buckle, his hands assisted your toes that pushed at those stubborn last layers. He went to remove the slick soak panties revealed by your ridden up skirt, but you refused to wait any longer.
“Please - ” A frustrated whine ripped its way out.
Ruben leaned down to hush you with a languid and ardent kiss. It had your toes curling into the upholstery before the feeling of him rubbing your thinly covered heat could. You moaned appreciatively, but kept pressing up into his touch - more.
Two of his digits slipped the fabric aside and sliced through your folds. That was better. You sucked on his tongue, your lower half writhing to move your swollen clit against his fingers. Maybe it should’ve been embarrassing to experience yourself react this vividly, but it wasn’t. You were beyond touch starved and the first hands to make contact were none other than his. In a way, it was oddly poetic.
“Ruben…” You called to him with your voice again, urging alongside your body.
He heard you, teeth flashing against your mouth, “Just making sure you’re ready.”
Despite your state that was bordering on delirium, you picked up on a slight tone to his statement. It felt like it had two meanings - the first spoke obviously to your physical state, and the second aimed more at your mental. Were you ready to do this again?
You could never be a stranger to Ruben. Certainly never just a friend or acquaintance. As long as you both existed in the same place and at the same time, it was always going to be you and him, together.
“I am.” Your fingers comb through his hair. “I want all of you.”
His head dropped to your chest, lips brushing over the top of your left breast. You clenched around nothing in response to him sliding his cock against you. The sound of him coating himself in your wetness, much less the feel of it, had you on the verge of madness.
When he rested his tip at your opening, you took in a shaky breath. Air slowly exited your lungs as he gradually entered you. What a stretch it still was to make sure you took every inch of him. You hugged his strong back while you adjusted.
Soon, you began circling your hips and then working his length. Ruben was quick to pick up your rhythm, pulling just a little out as your back arched and pushing all the way in when it curled. You were taking him with ease now - warm, slippery juices making a mess between your legs.
Fuck, he felt so incredible. It would’ve been useless to fight the urge to moan and coo. Those sounds coupled with slurred, half-finished variations of his name fell from your lips as your muscles began to tighten.
Ruben lost himself in you. His groans came as a direct response to your mewls, eyes fixated on the pleasure overcoming your features. He thrusted into you, going deeper than he’d been before and you gasped.
Your hands flew to his face. You cupped his stubbled cheeks and pressed your forehead to his own. With your eyes locked firmly in on his, you found yourself nodding urgently. That’s it, that’s the spot. Your ears were ringing too loudly for you to determine if you’d said those words aloud or not.
It didn’t matter either way. There was no one who knew your body better than him. Ruben eased his strokes at the very moment you needed him to and not a minute sooner. With each huff of air and roll of your hips as you came, he was there. His lips trailed along the underside of your chin, then your neck.
“Doing okay, baby?” He checked in when you stilled.
You were slightly vibrating at a higher frequency than usual and a bit hazy behind the eyes, but hadn’t felt better in ages. To make that clear to him, one of your hands reached lower to stroke and reposition his cock.
Ruben entered you again and it was easier than before, but twice as stimulating. Your moans were muffled by his neck that your face had pressed into while his thrusts into you were slow and testing. You slung one arm over his shoulder and wrapped your legs around him tight, pleading.
His pace quickened in response. Your head fell back onto the sofa, eyes blinking shut as you felt his hands sliding up your torso softly. He laced his fingers with those of your free hand and brought the conjoined pair to rest over your head.
You squeezed down as you rocked against him, shuddering with each drag of his cock through your walls. Ruben sensed how close you were again. His tongue was waiting for your mouth that opened soundlessly, lapping up your own with hunger.
“Tell me where, love.” He grunted, speeding towards his end as well.
“Stay.” You didn’t miss a beat. Knowing he would second guess your request, you reinforced it for good measure. “Stay in me.”
Ruben whined breathily and that was enough to send you tumbling into the abyss. You were a pool of uncontrolled chaos until he grabbed hold of your hips. His own staggered with each shot of his cum that settled deeply into your core.
The seconds that followed were blissful. You stroked up and down his spine as he kissed you sweetly. Ruben nuzzled his nose against yours, a move he knew you favored. It did the impossible in making you feel even more satiated than you already were.
And then, reality began to remove those rose colored glasses.
It wasn’t in a negative way. You didn’t regret having sex with him or saying any of the things that you did. With post orgasm clarity setting in, it allowed you to take in both of your half-dressed, wrecked states as well as realize you just did all of that in your office. On the common area sofa.
Your hand covered your mouth, a laugh bubbling from between your fingers. Ruben couldn’t stop himself from joining in too. He pulled out and you yelped, trying to no avail to keep all he’d given you inside.
“You’re definitely gonna need a new chair.”
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cityzenchick · 4 months ago
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aber @sandy007 sieht ein bisschen traurig aus 😔
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@cityzenchick ist er nicht süß?unser Baby boy 🥰
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pavardscherie · 2 years ago
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Boyfriend protective erling headcannon
ohh i really like that one.
erling’s protectiveness certainly is a thin line between being protective and being possessive. he loves to watch you, loves when you stare at him but as soon as someone else’s eyes linger too long on you, he can become a wild animal. you’re his, and his only, and no one gets too watch you like he does.
the media’s all over him after becoming more popular throughout the time in dortmund and now manchester city. he’s tries to keep you out of the eye of the public as best as he can but it’s not easy with all the fame he gained.
erling loves to create little surprises at home for you. he knows when he takes you out, the photographers are always around, attempting to take a good shot and create another horrendous headline with only half the truth. he has seen you read the first newspapers when the two of you got together, remembering how they casually called her a replacement and worse. he remembered the sad look in your eyes, and since that day, he really wants to protect you from the media people.
when you decide to attend one his matches, erling makes sure, you wear enough clothing pieces with his name on it. between the stands and thousands of fans it’s easy to get lost, and he only wants the best treatment from the fans, and the security guards, for you. so, he makes sure to talk to the staff before a game, not wanting to see you squeezed tightly between the manchester city fans, and the enemy team’s supporters.
you know how worried erling is about you, strolling through the city alone. possibly followed by the media people or by someone who really wants to get to him. you know how much he cared, so you always try to take the safest, and crowded places through downtown to avoid being caught in a dark corner by someone.
obviously if he’s done with training sessions earlier than your little downtown trip ended, his first priority is to pick you up and get you home safely.
but the concern he has about your well-being, goes both ways. whenever he’s on the pitch, your heart hammers against your chest, hoping that he will make it out without an injury. as soon as the medical staff runs on the pitch, helping erling off the field, you’re certainly running through the stands and trying to get to him.
and as erling always wants you to feel good, he is the first person to reassure you that he’s alright and you don’t have to worry. it’s just a casual bruise or maybe a swollen foot, but it’s nothing worth talking about because he doesn’t want to see you so worried, and almost crying.
he keeps you close. no matter where, or who he’s supposed to be with. erling always keeps an arm around your waist, your hands lazily intertwined or a large paw on the curve of your back. it wasn’t only protectiveness, he wanted to show that you belonged to him, and no one else could change that one particular fact.
when you’re engaged in a conversation with a friend of his, or yours, he tends to sneak up from behind and hug you tightly. it’s just a little part of making sure, you’re alright and showing his love for you with little actions. and obviously showing off that you’re taken to him so any intentions of others vanish quickly.
at an event from manchester city, he always takes you with him. from across the room, his eyes are focused on you, watching closely how others treat you. if someone takes a step to close, he’s quick to interfere and reassure himself that you’re completely comfortable. any danger or sign of uncomfortableness gives him a reason to stand in front of you, and protect you.
wherever you are together, your hand is always in his large one, keeping you safe the entirety of time.
he loves to ask you if you’re alright or okay. sometimes he can’t read your face and needs reassurance that you’re well in any case.
all in all, his arms is the safest place you could possibly be in.
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dreamonseems · 1 year ago
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I'm literally reposting this because my other post got a comuitty strike for no reason
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Princesses
Erling Haaland X Female Reader
"Baby, wake up," I hear a voice say urgently, and I feel a slight shaking. I open my eyes to find my wife, her face covered in tears. Concern rushes through me as I quickly sit up, fearing something terrible has happened to her or the baby.
"What's wrong, my love?" I ask, gently caressing her face with both hands.
"I... I... want watermelon, and... and we don't have any," she cries out. A wave of relief washes over me as I realize it's just a craving.
"You're craving watermelon, baby? That's it? It's okay. I'll get some for you. I'll go to the convenience store right now. Would you like that, baby?" I ask, giving her a reassuring smile.
She nods her head in the most adorable way. I lean in and give her a gentle kiss before getting up to prepare to fetch her some watermelon. But just as I'm about to leave the bed, she grabs my arm, stopping me.
"Wait! I want to come with you. I don't want to be here alone without you. I miss you so much already," she sobs.
A soft chuckle escapes my lips as I gaze at her tear-streaked face. It's impossible to resist her.
"Of course, baby. You can come with me. I'll help you get dressed, okay?"
We make our way to the convenience store just a stone's throw away from our house. Y/N, with her baby bump, looks absolutely adorable as she walks around, grabbing everything she's been craving.
Unlike during her first pregnancy with Ragnar, she didn't have as many cravings and didn't seem to be very hormonal. But this time around, it's a whole different story. Her emotions are in full swing, and it's actually quite endearing.
I've been thoroughly enjoying this side of her during the pregnancy. She has become more dependent on me, seeking my attention like a little princess who needs me by her side 24/7. It warms my heart to see how much she relies on me, and I cherish every moment of it.
As we make our way back home from the convenience store, Y/N turns to me with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"You think Ragnar misses us?" she asks, her eyes searching for reassurance. I smile warmly at her and reply,
"Of course, baby. Ragnar definitely misses us." Ragnar, our firstborn, is currently visiting my parents, and while we know he's having a great time, it's natural for Y/N to feel a longing for him. But I also appreciate this opportunity for us to spend some quality time together before our second baby arrives.
"I miss him," she confesses, her voice quivering as she fights back tears. I reach out and gently place my hand on her back, offering comfort.
"I miss him too," I admit, understanding the depth of her feelings.
"But remember, he'll be back home in just two days. We'll have him with us soon."
As we walk through the door of our home, I try to lighten the atmosphere. "How about I give you a nice foot massage in bed while you enjoy your snacks?" I suggest, pulling her into a warm embrace. Y/N's eyes brighten up, and she nods eagerly.
"Okay, and... can I look at Ragnar's baby album? I miss him so much," she asks, a touch of whimsy in her voice. I can't help but chuckle at her question.
"Of course, baby. Do you even have to ask? The baby album is all yours to enjoy."
While I continue massaging her foot, Y/N surprises me with a question that catches me off guard.
"Do you love me?" she asks, her voice filled with vulnerability.
I pause for a moment, gazing into her eyes, before responding with utmost sincerity, "Yes, my love. I love you so much. Why do you ask?"
A tender smile graces my lips as I take in her adorable, yet slightly flushed face. Her cheeks are puffy from the tears she shed earlier tonight.
She hesitates for a moment before speaking, "I like knowing that you love me, even when I'm... fat and all." Her voice trails off, a hint of insecurity lacing her words.
I gently place her foot down and shift closer to her, cupping her face in my hands.
"My love, you are not fat," I say firmly, my voice laced with sincerity.
"You are carrying our beautiful baby in there. Your body is doing an incredible, miraculous thing, and I admire and love every inch of you. Every day, I wake up thinking of you, and every night, I go to sleep with thoughts of you. You are my whole life, just you, Ragnar, and our little jellybean inside you," I declare, my words filled with unwavering affection.
As I continue rubbing her tummy gently, I place sweet kisses upon her protruding belly. A moment of peace washes over us, but it's short-lived. Unexpectedly, she bursts into tears once again. Surprised by her sudden change in emotions, I raise an eyebrow, but she manages to catch me off guard with her next statement.
"Well, now you've made me horny," she exclaims amidst sobs.
I can't help but burst into laughter, overwhelmed by her candidness and the unpredictability of the moment. It's clear that my princess needs more of my attention tonight. As I gather her in my arms, I whisper, "It's going to be a long and enjoyable night, my love. I adore you so much, my beautiful, incredible wife."
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applejuicefruit · 2 years ago
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Hi can you do erling period Head cannons please?
erling haaland x reader
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Period pain
your period pain hits you really bad
and it’s not only about feeling pain in your lower stomach
no, the pain grows everywhere in your body
from your head to your breast, from your shoulders to your back and your legs
you could manage to survive the day only if you took some painkillers, otherwise it would be hell for you
erling, your boyfriend, was always careful around you when you had your period
not because he didn’t want to spend time with you during that time of the month, but because he knew how overwhelmed you get everytime you had your period and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable
but he was the sweetest with you
always making sure you weren’t feeling too much pain and if you were, he was the one bringing you your painkillers
when you started dating you were always scared to spend days with him when you were on your period
your ex always sounded disgusted when you had your period
and your family never talked about it much while growing up
it felt like it was still a taboo for a lot of people
so you always avoided him during those times
but he made sure to make you feel comfortable and safe
he wasn’t disgusted or embarrassed talking about it with you
he knew it was completely normal
he was the one who always asked you if you needed anything, from food to pads or painkillers
one time your ran out of pads and he was the one going to the supermarket and buying you some
you were beyond shocked when he came home with a bad full of pads, chips, chocolate bars and teddy bear for you
no one ever treated you so gently while you had your period so you were surprised
he didn’t mind you being moody
he knew it was normal
but he did everything he could to make you happy
he knew you would feel sad or down most of the times and he hated seeing you sad
he always offered you a shoulder to cry on if you needed one
he always comforted you
he gives you back massage
shoulders massage
a hug if you need one
some days you just want to stay alone and he respects that, but he always makes sure you’re okay
if it happens that you leave some blood stains on the sheets or on your clothes he would clean it and reassure you, knowing you would feel guilty
for him it’s completely normal, it can happen, it’s how the body works so you don’t have to feel ashamed talking about it with him
he would change your bed sheets and prepare you a warm bath so you can relax
he would helping you change your clothes and he would lay in bed with you
sometimes you want to watch a movie, sometimes you just want to sleep
he’s up for whatever you want to do
as long as you’re feeling okay
you truly can’t express how glad you are to have someone like him in your life
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