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Warning!  Fluff, Angst, Smut (18+).

Note: I decided to make a list for all my writings. Hope you like it. I might add more people as I go.

Yours Truly, Bianca🌻

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Kylian Mbappé

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Virgil Van Dijk

Jude Bellingham

Erling Haaland

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Forever my heart (K.M)

Erling Haaland

Fluff 💕 Angst ☠️ Smut (18+) 💦

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Reconnecting💦💕

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Hey everyone!

I hope you’re all doing great. I’ve missed you guys so much and missed writing for you. As you’ve probably noticed, I took a long break from writing fanfics, and I owe you an explanation for my sudden and extended absence.

Over the past few months, I’ve been dealing with some intense burnout from nursing school. The program was super demanding, and despite my best efforts, I found myself struggling to keep up. The constant pressure and stress took a toll on my mental and physical health, and I realized I needed to step back and address these issues.

I decided to seek professional help and started working with a therapist, who has been amazing. We’ve been figuring out ways to manage my stress and find a better balance between my studies and personal well-being. This journey has been both eye-opening and healing, but it required all my focus, so I had to step back from Tumblr for a while.

I’m finally starting to feel like myself again and I’ve missed writing so much. I’m excited to get back to it because writing is one of my first loves and I don’t want to give it up.

Thank you all for your patience and understanding. I’m so grateful to each one of you who kept reading and liking my work even while I was away. And welcome to all my new followers! I can’t wait to get to know you. Don’t be afraid to message me or send requests. My inbox is always open and I’ll do my best to get to as many as I can without overdoing it. I’m really looking forward to reconnecting and being more active again.

With love,

Bianca 🌻

Hello! Hope you're doing great 💅🏽

Can I request headcanon or a scenario(whatever you like) or Haaland dating a famous fem!volleyballplayer!reader ?

(I suck at sending requests 🥰😍)

Ty! <3

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A/N: Wrote this quickly because I'm working on a lot of requests at the moment. Hope you like it😊

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Haaland surprises you at your game

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Erling Haaland x fem!volleyballplayer!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.8k

Warnings! Fluffity Fluff, surprise, this man loves you fr, Love bombs, SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms.

He could feel the stares and see himself on the jumbotron. He was impossible to miss, towering above most of the people and wearing a bright jersey in your team's colors. But he didn't care. This wasn't about him.

Instead, he adjusted the handmade banner in his hands, the bright letters of "GO Y/N!" standing out boldly against the white fabric, and did what he came here to do: support his girl.

He was so proud of you.

This was your first match after recovering from your ankle injury. Seeing you struggle over the past few weeks had broken his heart, and he was thrilled to see you back on the court. He knew how much volleyball meant to you, just as soccer did to him.

He had an important training session scheduled but canceled it without telling you. Instead, he decided to surprise you.

It was hard to keep from telling you the truth this morning, especially when he saw your tears as you said goodbye. But he wanted to stick to the plan.

He had flowers ready, a dinner reservation later, and plans to make up for lost time. With the UEFA Cup games approaching, he’d been busy, and it was straining your relationship. Tonight was about making it up to you. He was here to surprise you, cheer you on, and celebrate your victory, which he was confident you would achieve.

The game was intense, with your team battling fiercely against its rivals. Normally reserved, Erling found himself standing, shouting encouragements. "Come on, baby! You got this!" His deep voice boomed across the stands. People turned, some pointing out the football superstar, but his eyes remained glued to the court.

The crowd couldn’t believe it. Erling Haaland, “The Terminator,” was there, dressed in pink, holding a huge sign with your name. Passionately supporting his girlfriend.

During a crucial rally, the camera zoomed in on him, his focused expression displayed on the jumbotron. He waved the banner enthusiastically, earning cheers and laughter from the crowd.

He was so in love with you. Everyone could tell.

You had been dating for a year and went public a month ago. So far, his fans adored you, and were very thankful to you for showing them a side of him they hadn’t known. You made the world fall in love with him through your eyes.

As you prepared to serve, you glanced at the screen, eyes widening in surprise and delight. There he was, looking almost ethereal in his pink shirt, the sunlight catching his features perfectly.

You lost focus for a second, your heart swelling with pride. The love of your life, your biggest supporter, was there. As you made eye contact, he flashed you a bright smile and a thumbs up, mouthing, "You've got this!" before disappearing from view.

With renewed determination, you served the ball with precision, earning a point for your team and a proud smile from Erling. Fueled by his presence, you dominated the court, leading your team with powerful serves and precise plays, as if he were sending you his strength from the sidelines.

Point by point, the game progressed, each rally more intense than the last. Erling cheered louder with every score, waving his banner with unrestrained enthusiasm. The crowd around him feeding off his energy, joining his chants and cheers. They could not believing that this was the same guy who would always get into fights on the field.

Finally, match point. The ball soared over the net, and you leaped high, smashing it down with impeccable force. The opposing team scrambled but couldn’t save it. The whistle blew, and the arena erupted in celebration.

Erling was on his feet, banner held high, cheering louder than anyone. You were lifted onto your teammates' shoulders, basking in the glory of victory as Erling's proud smile shone from the stands. "I love you," he mouthed, making a heart shape with his hands.

High on adrenaline and eager to be in his arms, you waved him over. He didn't waste a second, sprinting down the stairs and pushing through the crowd to reach you.

The moment he was within reach, you threw your arms around him, and he lifted you off the ground in a celebratory hug. "You were amazing!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with pride.

You laughed, your face glowing with happiness. "I can’t believe you’re here! You said you had training!"

Erling grinned, setting you down gently, hands itching to squeeze your ass. "I wouldn’t miss this for the world. You were incredible out there."

"Thank you for coming," you said softly, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"Always," Erling replied, brushing a stray hair from your face. "I'm your biggest fan, after all."

Then, under the stadium lights, he kissed you. The crowd roared with applause as you melted into his embrace, lost in your own world.

You broke apart a few seconds later, after a rough accidental shove by your rowdy teammates. Erling immediately lifted you up and carried you away to a more secluded area, shielding you from everyone.

He carried you effortlessly through the throng of people, his protective grip firm yet gentle. As the noise of the arena faded behind you, he found a quiet corner near the locker rooms, a place where you could have a moment of privacy.

Setting you down carefully, he cupped your face in his large hands, eyes scanning yours with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek as he kneeled in front of you.

You nodded, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. "I'm perfect. That was just... Incredible." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, just needing some skin-on-skin contact. You've missed him so much.

"You were incredible," he corrected, a proud smile spreading across his face. "I knew you'd do it."

You leaned into his touch, feeling the weight of the past few weeks lift off your shoulders. "It meant so much to see you there. I can't believe you skipped training for me."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Training can wait. You’re what's important." He pulled you into another hug, nudging his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I missed you."

You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling. "I missed you too. It’s been hard with everything going on, but seeing you there today was everything I needed."

He pulled back slightly, looking at you with a serious expression. "I know I’ve been busy, and I’m sorry if it felt like I wasn’t there for you. But I promise, no matter what, I’ll always be here to support you. Just like you do for me."

Your heart melted as you nodded at his words, placing a quick peck on his lips. "I know. And I’m here for you too. Always."

He smiled—that bright, boyish grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat. "Now, how about we celebrate this victory properly? Flowers, dinner, and maybe a little dessert?" He whispered the last part, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lower lip.

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. "That sounds perfect." He pecked your lips again, this time longer, before showering your face and neck with kisses, making you giggle uncontrollably.

"Ok! ok, stop! I surrender," you said between laughs, feeling him smile against your neck. "I love you," he whispered against your skin, making your heart flutter.

"I love you too," you replied. Then he kissed you again, this time with more passion and intensity, as if trying to convey all his love through that one kiss. Very quickly, he started to get handsy, his touch lighting your skin on fire.

He deepened the kiss, squeezing your hips before pulling away slightly., leaving you breathless and craving more. "I can't get enough of you," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire.

"I want you," you whimpered, your voice just as breathless and your eyes dark with passion.

He groaned softly, pressing his forehead against yours. "We should get out of here before we start a scandal."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Probably a good idea."

Hand in hand, you made your way to the locker rooms, where you quickly changed out of your uniform. Erling waited outside, leaning against the wall, still wearing that proud, loving smile. As you emerged, he took your hand again, squeezing it gently.

"Ready?" he asked.

"More than ever," you replied, feeling a surge of arousal flood your panties, excited for the evening ahead. Damn, you missed him. Oh, and Erling too.😉

You both made your way to his car, where he opened the door for you, ever the gentleman. The drive to the restaurant was filled with laughter and conversation, the tension and stress of the past few weeks melting away. He parked the car and helped you out, leading you into a cozy, dimly lit restaurant that had a private table waiting for you.

As you settled into your seats, you took a moment to absorb the ambiance. Soft music played in the background, and the flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on Erling's face. He reached across the table, taking your hand in his.

"You look beautiful," he said, his eyes raking over your figure, pure lust dripping in his tone.

"Thank you," you replied, feeling your cheeks flush.

Dinner was perfect. The food was delicious, and the conversation flowed easily. You talked about everything and nothing, enjoying each other's company in a way that felt effortless and natural.

Erling told you stories from his training sessions and shared his excitement for the upcoming UEFA Cup games.

"You'll be amazing," you said, your voice filled with confidence. "Just like you always are."

He smiled, the slight dimple on his check deepening. "And you'll be there to cheer me on, right?"

"Of course," you replied, squeezing his hand. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

As dessert arrived—a decadent chocolate mousse that you both shared—you couldn't help but smile at how perfect the night had been. The weeks of stress and separation seemed like a distant memory, replaced by nothing but the pure happiness you were feeling.

After dinner, Erling drove you back to his place. The anticipation of being alone with him after such a long time apart had you clenching your thighs together. The moment you stepped inside, he pulled you into his arms, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless.

"I've missed you so much," he murmured against your lips, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that matched your own.

"I've missed you too," you replied, your voice barely a whisper as you clung to him, feeling the heat between you build up.

He lifted you effortlessly, palms squeezing your ass as he carried you to the bedroom, where he laid you down gently on the bed. The look in his eyes was one of pure desire as he leaned over you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"I've missed this," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours as he started to kiss his way down your neck.

"I've missed you too," you said, your voice low and husky as you arched your back, giving him better access to your exposed skin.

Erling moaned and continued his journey, his lips burning a trail of heat over your skin as he slowly undressed you. Every touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel your need for him growing stronger by the second. When he reached your breasts, he paused, his gaze flicking up to yours as his fingers traced circles around your nipples. Silently asking for permission.

You loved that about him—the way he always made sure you were comfortable and wanted every step of the way.

You bit your lip and nodded, letting him know that he could continue. As soon as you gave the okay, he was on you, his mouth closing around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he continued to tease the other one with his fingers.

You gasped and arched your back again, your hands burying themselves in his hair as he switched to your other breast. You were already so close to coming, and you knew it wouldn't take much more to push you over the edge. It's been so long. Your legs wrapped around his hips, grinding against him as he continued to worship your breasts.

He pulled away suddenly, leaving you panting and needy. "I've got to taste you," he growled, pulling off the last of your clothes.

Before you could respond, he spread your thighs open and buried his face in your pussy, licking you like a starved man. His tongue traced every inch of your folds, finding the perfect spots to make you squirm beneath him. Teasing you. When he finally got to your clit, he wrapped his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth as his tongue swirled around it.

The sudden onslaught of sensations sent you crashing over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard as you came all over his face. He kept licking you through it, drawing out your pleasure until you were spent and boneless, collapsing back onto the bed with a gasp.

Erling lifted his head, a satisfied smirk on his lips, as he leaned over you again. "I've missed tasting you," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "You're even sweeter than I remember." He leaned down and kissed you, your juices still on his lips. You could taste yourself on him, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through you.

He pulled back, his gaze running over your body as he undressed himself. You watched, mesmerized by the sight of him, as he revealed his toned body to you. Your eyes widened when you saw his cock, already rock hard and leaking with precum.

He settled between your thighs, his cock rubbing against your entrance. You bit your lip and nodded, giving him permission to enter you. He groaned as he pushed inside of you, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

You gasped, your back arching as he filled you completely. It felt like heaven and hell all at once, with the stretch of his cock sending pleasurable sparks through your body. He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size before he started to move.

He was gentle at first, moving slowly as he kissed you deeply, his lips and tongue teasing yours. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His hips slammed against yours, his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you that sent pleasure coursing through your veins.

You could feel another orgasm building, your nails digging into his back as you urged him on. He grunted and picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he fucked you with abandon.

"You're so tight," he growled, burrying his face deeper into your neck and placing gentle kisses on your skin. "I'm close." He growled, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his release.

Your orgasm hit you without warning, your pussy clenching around his cock as you screamed his name, coming all over him once again. He followed suit, his cock pulsing inside of you as he filled you with his cum. He collapsed on top of you, his breathing ragged as he held you close, still buried deep inside of you.

You wrapped your arms around him and held him tight, basking in the warmth of your bodies still connected. You could feel his cock slowly soften inside of you, his cum leaking out of you as he kissed your neck.

You had never felt so complete and satisfied in your life.

You both needed this. To reconnect. To remember how much you need each other. And you knew you would need to do this again as soon as possible. And you can't wait. Because this is the best thing in the world.

And you can't live without this feeling.

This feeling of being loved, needed, and adored by him. He is your soulmate. And you are his. And you're both addicted to each other. And that's okay. You are happy with it. Because you love him. With every inch of you. With every cell of your body. With every piece of your soul. With every bit of your heart.

You love him more than anything in the world.

More than anyone.

More than yourself.

And so does he.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice soft as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded and wrapped his arms tighter around you, his lips pressing kisses all over your skin. You smiled, your heart full and content, as you basked in the warmth of his embrace. You knew that everything was going to be alright. You knew that you were going to be together forever.

And you couldn't wait.

-Bianca🌻

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I'm running out of requests to write so feel free to send them in. I try to get to them as soon as I can and I try to upload as much as I can. If you don't have anything to send in, you can still message me. My inbox is always open. I'm here for whatever, even if you guys just want to talk😊.

Thank you to my followers and everyone who supports me and my writing. I love you guys 💛

-Bianca🌻

Hi!

I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone for 200 followers. I'm so grateful to everyone for taking the time to read my writing. It means a lot to me. I love you guys💛

I know I haven't been posting much these past couple of days, I was on vacation. But I'm back now and ready to post as much as I can. You guys left a lot of requests so it might take some time to get through them all.

Please be patient with me🥺🙏

My method is to tackle the ones that are easiest to write first since they take less time and get to the longer, heavier ones when I have more time. Don't worry if I haven't replied to your ask yet. I promise I'm working on it 😉

Last thing...The Kylian fanfic that I started ages ago will be uploaded soon. I'm not sure when, but soon. If you have any ideas for that, you can also send me requests for it too.

Okay, that's all.

Once again thank you so much for 200 followers, and I hope everyone has a good night/day😊

-Bianca🌻

Hello everyone,

I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to update you all on something important regarding my request schedule. Due to the overwhelming response I've received, I am temporarily pausing the acceptance of new requests for the next couple of weeks, and potentially even longer. The reason for this is that I currently have a staggering 51 requests waiting. While I am incredibly grateful for the enthusiastic engagement, it has become clear that managing and responding to everyone is quite challenging.

As many of you are aware, I am a nursing student, and as such, my time is significantly constrained. Although I’ve had a bit more flexibility this past month thanks to a break, the reality is that school is about to start in a month, and my academic responsibilities will demand more of my attention. Consequently, I anticipate that once the school year begins, my ability to upload content will be limited, likely to once a week or as my schedule permits.

I truly wish I could dedicate myself to writing full-time and engage with all of your requests more regularly. Unfortunately, the demands of my studies make this impossible for now. I hope you can understand. 🥺

Thank you for your continued support, and I look forward to being able to engage with your requests in the near future.

With that being said I will try to post as much as I can before school starts. I will also be giving 24 hours to submit any last-minute requests😉

Have a good day/night😊

Love, Bianca🌻

Hi everyone!

I’ve recently taken a big step in my creative journey by launching a Patreon account, and I’m beyond excited to share what this means for my writing. While I’ll still be active on Tumblr, continuing to post the stories and content you’ve come to know and love, Patreon is where I’ll be exploring new territories. It’s a place where I can dive deeper into the ideas swirling in my mind, stories that don’t quite fit into the Tumblr landscape but are just as close to my heart.

This platform is more than just a creative outlet for me; it’s an opportunity to bring you into my world in a way I haven’t been able to before. On Patreon, I’ll be sharing the raw, unfiltered thoughts that drive my passion for storytelling, giving you a glimpse into the process behind the stories. It’s also a way for me to sustain myself as I continue my studies, balancing the demands of school with my love for writing.

Your support on Patreon means the world to me, and I can’t wait to see where this journey takes us!

hello everyone, just wanted to write to say I just made my first patreon post. I hope you guys will check it out. And to also tell you to keep an eye out for a post tonight 😉

imagine smut with Erling after him winning the champions league 🤭 (also love your writing it’s the best🫶🏻)

the winner - eh

warnings: +18, p in v, unprotected sex.

A/N: !!!! omg you guys, i feel so filthy after this. enjoy my erling girlies! this is for YOU. love you xx

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It was hypnotizing. The vision of the shining gold of his medal dangling with every move you made, making it slightly sparkle when it caught the little light that came from the nightstand; it all reflected on your bare skin. He didn’t know if it was his own ego or the fact that the whole situation was his top fantasy come true, but seeing the Champions League medal hanging between your boobs was the best view he remembered ever seeing. 

His hands brushed against your hips, helping you lift yourself from his thigh just enough. A moan escaped your lips, making him smirk while his eyes were still fixated on your chest. He thought the baby blue lingerie was a nice touch, so he ran his fingertips along the delicate details, daring to stretch it just enough to make room for his fingers to explore. He looked up to you, adoring the way your skin blushed for the effort of riding his thigh, making your hair a bit damp around the temples and your breathing unsteady. 

“Are you tired, baby?” He asked in a hushed tone, using his free hand to make you closer to his chest, needing to feel you in every way possible. You didn’t speak up, you just stared at him with doe eyes, nodding as your nails scratched his shoulders. “Don’t worry, let me do it.” 

He grabbed you by the waist, effortlessly switching positions. You landed on the mattress, holding onto him, the medal still in place as he discarded your bra, finally being free to suck, kiss, and bite as he pleased. Your voice was low as you whispered his name, running one hand through his hair, hooking your left leg around his waist to make him closer. He smiled against your skin, leaving a last mark before taking the leg that was wrapped around him, massaging your calf before running his fingers through the skin until he found your ankle, knowing exactly what was tattooed on your skin.

While he held you in place, his fingers made their way to your core, moaning when he realized how wet you were. The material of your thong, which neither of you made the effort to take off, was damp and sticking to your skin. As he moved the fabric to one side, his fingers caressed you lazily, wanting to make you a bit eager. After a few seconds, you started to move below him. 

“Please.” He heard you whisper. “Hurry up.” 

“Don’t be so impatient.” He loved to tease you until you became really loud. That’s how he liked you.  

Before you got to say anything else, he started to finger you, introducing one finger at a time until you were squirming under him, rocking your hips against his hand, and letting out shaky breaths that brushed his neck. You looked beautiful, all breathless and drunk on the pleasure he was giving you. He could hear the sweet nonsense your lips were pouring as he moved his hand faster, wanting to take you to the edge. The feeling of your nails dragging themselves along his arms was just the right amount of painful, and when you looked at him again, he knew you were close to cumming. That’s when he stopped, hearing a loud groan that stole a smile from his lips. 

“Please, please, please, please…” You started to beg, your chest going up and down so fast that the medal caught glimpses of light again, sending golden sparks everywhere. 

“What do you want, mmh?” He knew you were getting impatient, but he couldn’t help but tease you this much. Your eyes were fixated on him, your free hand roaming on his chest. His own hand went inside his boxers, letting himself free while he kept looking at how plump your lips were and how your eyes were glistening. He stroked himself for a few seconds, getting off solely on how eager you were. “You want this?” He asked, dragging the tip of his cock along your core.

You nodded, seeming unable to find the right words. It was alright; he wasn’t going to push it too much. Instead, he teased your clit one more time before getting inside of you painfully slow. You seemed to gasp for air, and he surely wasn’t having an easy time controlling his own breathing, but as soon as he was fully in, you drew out a long moan that sent shivers down his spine. His arms finally gave in, so he buried his elbows next to each side of your face, getting closer for a kiss as he started to move. 

“Fucking hell…” He cursed as your hand brushed his neck, your mouth letting out a whimper that made him almost cum right there. You murmured words that made no sense, but they made him reach for your shoulder, slightly biting it while his thrusts became erratic. His mind went a bit foggy, only able to think about how good you felt. The sound of skin against skin was driving him crazy, and just as he felt your hands on his jaw, he dared to retrieve his face from the crook of your neck. 

“Erling…” You whispered, looking straight into his eyes, seeming as out of your mind as he felt. You were begging for something. 

And he knew exactly what you wanted. Without stopping, he reached for the leg that was still wrapped around his waist, bringing it as close as possible to his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the little 9 inked on your skin. Seeing his mark on you always had an effect. He made sure to properly fuck you from this new angle, knowing now that he was deep inside of you. 

“Just like that! Yesyesyesyesyes–” Your voice was a low whisper next to his ear, sending him into a frenzy that made his thrusts nowhere near organized. He just wanted to keep going until there was nothing left from either of you. His thumb started to draw circles around your clit, wanting to cum with you. From the sounds you were making, it wasn’t going to take too long. “I’m gonna.. Ohmygod.” 

He felt you clenching around him, and then it was over. He nearly saw stars behind his closed eyes, letting out a long moan while he buried himself in you one last time. You were still holding him close as you both breathed erratically, the force of your orgasms still present. You stayed there for a good five minutes until he realized he was nearly crushing you under his weight. 

“Sorry, baby.” He said, launching himself next to you. You looked at him with sleepy eyes, smiling the only way you did after cumming. He loved that expression on your face. 

“‘S okay.” You replied, turning around so you could rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Wanna sleep?” You nodded instantly, holding onto his arm for dear life. “Gotta clean you up before. It’s a mess.” He knew he had made a mess. When you didn’t make any attempt to move, he smiled. You were such a baby. 

He leaned closer to kiss your lips before getting up from bed, walking straight into the bathroom for a couple of fresh towels. The aftercare was probably one of his favorite parts about it all; taking care of you during and after sex was a luxury that he prided himself on having. When he came back in, you were still half-asleep, murmuring something about wanting to cuddle. 

“In a second, babe.” He said, taking a damp towel to clean your legs and between your thighs. You made a low sound, and once he finished, he took your ankles to move you around, since you seemed to have no energy to do so. His eyes fixed on your tattoo again, his thumb caressing it as he sat down next to you. 

God, he was so lucky. 

“Come, cuddle with me…” You whispered again, waking up for the third time. You did grabby hands at him until he laid next to you, covering your body with his warmth until both fell asleep rather quickly. 

What a way to celebrate.

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

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.

➛ DATING ERLING HAALAND

𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ none ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by anon "PLEASE haaland headcanons or a daring erling haaland imagine" your wish is my command hope you like it - also double update who dis ]

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the two of you met when you went to a dortmund game. you and your friends were shown on the big screen, and he was instantly hooked. after the game, he spent hours trying to find your socials. instagram, twitter, tiktok, snapchat anything that could tell him more about you. and when he found you, boy, was he happy. smiling like a complete idiot as he scrolled through your feed. and was basically kicking his feet and twirling his hair when he found out that you were single. so he followed you and started liking and commenting on your posts. safe to say you were stunned. a football player noticed you - well, that wasn't on your 2023 bingo card.soon after, he messaged you. which you were a bit apprehensive about since the stereotype that all footballers were fuck boys and assholes was ingrained in the back of your mind. but with a bit of persuasion, you agreed to go on a 'friendly' outing to a theme park. safe to say it was a massive success. you were the only two in the park (he rented it out for the two of you). so no long ques and privacy. you went on all the rides and ate as much as you want.

and he won you basically every available prize. with the final stop of the night being a photo booth. and with some last-minute confidence boost, you kiss him before the final photo is taken. that picture is now his wallpaper. after a couple more dates, you made it official. after that, it was full steam ahead. posting each other daily/hourly. cute tiktoks. and light pda. people couldn't get enough of you. especially the height difference. his jerseys looked like dresses on you. and his hoodies basically touched the floor. safe to say you looked super cute. midnight snack runs. and baking at 2am. cuddling while watching movies and playing in the snow. not to mention showering you with many gifts. you look at a dress. it's yours. you think those earrings are cute. here is one in every colour. like this makeup brand. here's one of every product they make. not only does erling love you, but so does his teammate. jude is basically your best friend 2 minutes into meeting each other. and Dortmund coaches love having you around, even if you distract Haaland a bit. all in all, a very happy and healthy relationship :)

Hi could you write about erling not liking when his girlfriend wears a bra around the house/when they are alone? Him being in love with her and her body, but her being insecure, especially having natural big breasts? Erling having a thing for her boobs, but like not only sexual, he likes touching them, using them as his personal pillow, massaging them (his gf telling him he acts like they are his stress balls). Basically him being her biggest supporter :))

I LOVE YOUR... - e.h

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“Erling?!” It was the third time you called for your boyfriend in the last five minutes. Was he deaf? “Breakfast’s ready! It’s getting cold!” 

Still no response. 

“I swear to God…” You let out a sigh, going upstairs. The house was completely silent due to the sole presence of the two. When you made it to the bedroom, a laugh almost escaped your mouth. 

Erling was still wrapped on the covers, just as you left him thirty minutes ago. Seems like the constant attempts to wake him up were useless. His face was buried on your pillow, making your heart melt. You tiptoed around the bed until you were next to him, taking advantage of his sleepness to brush your fingers through his hair. A tiny smile drew on his face, letting you know he wasn’t as asleep as you thought. 

“So you decided to sleep in while your servant made breakfast?” You joked, dropping yourself on him. 

“Of course not, baby” He replied with his eyes still closed. “It’s just that I’m too tired.” He grabbed you by the hips, and with one movement, you were under him. “What about if we sleep a bit more?” His hands, as usual, slip past your shirt, looking for your boobs. 

Typical. 

They stopped above your bra, and you heard almost immediately his huff. 

“Why are you wearing this again?” He always complained when you wore a bra around the house. Always. 

“I told you! It’s more comfortable this way, they’re way too big for me to just let them hang free!” You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling his hands roll your bra up so he could grab them bare. “What I don’t get is why you are always touching my boobs… You know? They’re not stress balls.” 

“You sure? They always make me feel better and relaxed after touching them for a while.” His hands were still massaging you. At this point, this type of physical contact wasn’t even sexual. It was more of a weird hug. "And, this is the best pair of boobs in the world. Makes sense, because they're attached to the best body as well."

"Look who's talking" You smiled, feeling your heart do a pirouette, like everytime he said things like that.

“I’m average-looking next to you” His eyes met yours for a brief moment before kissing you the only way he knew. God, you loved this man. “You’re beautiful in any way possible. Sometimes I wonder how I got you” 

“Easy. I saw those lips and it was case closed” You said before returning the kiss. 

“Sounds like we’re both drawn by looks. How shallow.” He joked back, giving a final squeeze to your chest before letting them go. “What about breakfast?” 

“Oh, now you want breakfast?” You laughed, biting your lip when he seemed confused. 

“Of course, that food is as delicious as you are, I’m sure” He went inside the bathroom, leaving your blushing self behind. 

“Idiot…” You whispered, feeling more in love than ever. 

Maybe you should stop wearing bras, they were uncomfortable anyways.

Erling being obsessed with reader's breasts please.

Behave

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Erling can't control his Urges while they are in public.

It's a little short but fun 🙈

⚠️ Warning: Smut!!!

Erling and Y/N were out for dinner with their friends, catching up on the latest happenings in their lives. But Erling just couldn't take his eyes off of Y/N's chest, her shirt hugging her curves in all the right places. His gaze kept drifting towards her breasts, and he couldn't help but notice the perky outline of her nipples through the fabric.

It was driving him crazy, making him want to reach out and touch her. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there, in the middle of the restaurant, but he knew he had to be patient.

He tried his best to control himself, focusing on the conversation at the table. But his arm instinctively snaked around her shoulder, his hand hovering mere inches away from her right breast.

He could feel the heat radiating from her body, making his desire for her even more intense. He couldn't resist the urge to lean in and take a closer look.

Just then, Y/N leaned in close to him, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "Behave, we're in public."

Erling huffed, feeling a mixture of frustration and arousal as she pulled away and resumed the conversation. Taking a deep breath, Erling tried to focus on the conversation once again. But the thought of Y/N's breasts kept creeping into his mind, and he couldn't wait to get her home so he could finally have his way with her.

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Erling and Y/N said their goodbyes to their friends and got into the car to head home. Erling couldn't resist the urge to touch Y/N's body. He immediately unbuckled her seat belt and turned to face her. Y/N looked annoyed as she questioned his actions.

But Erling was in a world of his own, focused only on Y/N's breasts. He reached out and squeezed them firmly, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin. A deep breath escaped his lips as he savored the sensation. "I've been wanting to do that all day," he admitted, his voice heavy with desire.

Y/N pushes him away, "Erling, what the hell? We were out with our friends!"

"I know, I know," he says, his voice low and husky. "But I couldn't help it. You looked so damn hot in that shirt, and I've been thinking about those nipples of yours all night."

Y/N rolls her eyes. "You're insatiable."

Erling grins. "You love it."

She shakes her head, trying to suppress a smile. "Fine, but we're still in public. You can't just grab my boobs like that."

Erling leans in, nuzzling her neck. "I know, I know. But I couldn't resist. Can't we just find somewhere quiet and... private?"

Y/N glances around, realizing that they're parked in a quiet area of the parking lot. "Okay, fine. But be quick about it. I don't want anyone to see us."

Erling grins, quickly unbuckling his own seat belt and leaning over to kiss her deeply. He reaches under her shirt, pulling up her bra to expose her breasts. Y/N gasps at the sudden coolness of the air on her nipples but quickly moans as Erling takes one into his mouth, sucking and licking it until it's hard and sensitive.

He switches to the other breast, his hand moving down to her jeans. Y/N arches her back, trying to get closer to him as he slips his hand into her panties, finding her already wet and ready for him.

"Erling," she whispers, as he pushes her back into the seat, unzipping his own pants and pulling out his hard cock.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmurs, slipping inside her and starting to move slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being inside her. But soon, he's thrusting harder and faster, both of them moaning and gasping with pleasure.

Finally, they both climax together, Erling collapsing on top of her, his breath hot and heavy on her neck.

"That was... intense," Y/N says, trying to catch her breath.

Erling grins. "You have no idea."

Relationship Alphabet erling Haaland

fluff alphabet | erling haaland

A/N: THIS ONE IS FOR CITEEEEEEEEEH

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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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Christmas On The Farm

Erling Haaland x Fem!Reader

Warnings: family christmases, stealing a tree, use of an axe, getting caught, soft boyfriend erling, a few cheesy moments, fingering, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation kinda, penetrative sex (p in v), nipple sucking, creampie, getting caught in a different way :)

Word Count: 2,357

Author's Note: omg it's the big mannnn, anytime I think of erling, I think of the farm so here we are lmao - also this is for pookie too sorry lmao all her bfs are in here

merry smutmas series

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Erling takes you home to spend the holidays at the Haaland Family Farm and you two end up being the only ones there. 

"Are we going the right way?" You look over at your boyfriend, the man driving through the snow.

Erling nods, "I promise I know where I'm going." He laughs, the wind shield wipers make a squeaking sound, brushing the snow away as he slowly makes his way up the road. He turns into the driveway, the snow really coming down as he parks the car.

"It's freezing!" You shouted, running up the front porch stairs to unlock the door. Erling rolls his eyes at your theatrics, getting the bags out of the car before following you into the house.

The door shuts behind him, Erling shaking the snow off of his hoodie.

The two of you had ventured up to the Haaland family farm for the holidays. His siblings and parents were supposed to meet you guys there but due to the snowstorm, their flights were canceled. They would be arriving on Christmas Eve rather than the 18th like the two of you so that left it up to you to get things ready for the holidays.

It takes the two of you an hour to defrost and get comfortable, Erling rearranging things to his liking and you were relaxing on the couch, finally glad to have your boyfriend to yourself and not have to fight for his attention during the season - though you had to give it to him, he balanced everything in his life perfectly.

"We should decorate," he announces, coming into the living room from the kitchen. You look at the man over your book, "okay, with what?"

Looking around, the house lacked Christmas spirit big time.

Before you could gather yourself, Erling's got you over his shoulder as he walks down the hallway. "I can walk, you know!" You say through the giggles, holding onto him.

He smiles, putting you down at the end of the hallway. "Where's the fun in that?"

You roll your eyes at his childish ways, letting him walk into the room first. The room was used for storage, all sorts of things packed away in boxes and containers. You flipped the switch, turning on the light as he looked around. Eventually you two found the boxes marked for Christmas - ornaments, garland, lights etc.

One by one you moved the boxes into the living room and you started on your tasks.

Erling braved the cold; something that never really bothered him - having his Norwegian blood and all - and strung the lights around the porch railing and roof.

You were working on the inside; wrapping the staircase in garland, changing the curtains to the red and green ones, hanging mistletoe, replacing the regular throw pillows for the holidays ones and things like that. Eventually Erling came back in, helping you with the rest of the tasks, a few miscellaneous things to do here and there around the house.

There was one box left, the big label on the top read ornaments.

"We need a tree," you looked over at him, your hands on your hips.

Erling smiles, "you look.. very wife like."

"Thank you, I guess," you laughed, "but we still need a tree. Do you guys have one somewhere? Did we forget it in the room?"

"You mean like.. a fake one?"

"Yeah, duh." You looked at your boyfriend, the look of confusion on his face. "We don't have one in the house but there's one outside."

"Okay where is it? In the barn or?" You trailed off, waiting for an answer.

"No, we can just cut one down." He says, tossing your hoodie to you. The sweater lands on your face and you move it, looking at the man like he was insane. "I'm sorry, we can.. what?"

"Cut the tree down. There's a few at the back of the property. It stopped snowing so we can make it and be back before it gets really dark."

You put your sweater on, looking for your coat. "Have you ever cut a tree down before?"

Erling shakes his head, putting his own coat on. "No, but it can't be that hard."

He was out the door before you could protest. You really had no choice now, did you? You followed the man to the barn, he pulled an axe out of some trunk and handed you a giant torch light. It was the blind leading the blind, the two of you trudging through the snow to find a Christmas tree.

Sometimes you really wondered what went through this man's head. Then you wondered if you were right in the head, following him through the snow in the dark to find a tree.

You find a few, settling on the biggest one you could get without it being too heavy to carry or too big for the house, and Erling started swinging the axe.

You took a step back; you trusted him but not when it came to chopping a tree down in the dark.

It reminded you of when you were a child, your father yelling at you to hold the light one way while he's doing something and you held it a different way.

So there you were, dragging a Christmas tree through the snow with your boyfriend. "Move faster," Erling says and you grumble.

"We don't all have superhuman strength, you know."

"Just hurry up, babe," he told you.

You grumble again, trying to move a little faster but between the thick snow, the heavy tree and holding the light, it was a little hard to do.

"What's the rush anyways ?"

"Well," he starts and you know that tone; something was wrong. "It's actually the neighbour's tree."

"WHAT?" you stopped, turning to face him. "WE STOLE A TREE?!"

He laughs, nodding for you to keep walking. "It's not that serious babe, just keep walking."

Sometimes you really wondered how you ended up with him as a boyfriend, but the fact that he made you an accomplice to Christmas tree theft is outweighed by how good of a boyfriend he is.

Despite all your huffing, you help him get the tree into the house in the snow off of it. It took about an hour of sorting for you two to settle on a theme for the tree; the classic red, green and gold. The ornaments hung off the branches, Erling strung the lights around the tree before finally plugging it in.

The two of you admired your work, his arms wrapped around you as he hugged you from behind, his chin resting on your head.

Your own hand rests on his, "I cannot believe you made me steal a Christmas tree."

Erling laughs, "is it really stealing though ? The tree is out in the open sooo.." He trails off, making you laugh. You turned to face him, your hands holding his jaw, "you're ridiculous."

He leans into you, kissing you softly. "'Tis the season for giving, baby."

"Yeah, sure."

"Speaking of gifts," he starts, his hands moving to rest on your lower back, pulling you flush against him. "I have one for you."

You brows furrowed, "it's the 18th, babe. You're a whole week early." Your head tilts to the side as you look at your boyfriend. The man smiles, shaking his head as he leans down to kiss you.

It clicks, you realize what his gift is.

"Oh," you giggled, the two of you shifting to the floor. "I like this kinda gift," you whisper, his lips moving to your neck.

"I knew you would," he mumbles into your skin, his cold hand slipping under your shirt. "Erling!" You shrieked, wiggling away from him.

The man smiles, "sorry."

He sits against the couch, watching as you undress in front of him. The leggings sliding down your smooth legs, pooling by your ankles before you step out of them, you pull off the sweater and that leaves you in the same blue set Erling loves so much.

You reach behind to unhook your bra but he stops you, “leave it on.” 

He pulls you by your waist back to him, his hand slipping down to rest on your ass before giving it a smack. You’re quiet, looking down at your boyfriend on the floor. 

“I like this,” he tells you, fingers rubbing over the blue lace. 

You smile, “I know.” 

He pulls you to lay on the floor, he’s sat between your legs with one on either side of him. You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. Erling pulls the panties to the side, his eyes fixed on your pussy and he gives you no warning, pushing his fingers into you. The sound leaving your mouth was like heaven on earth to him. 

His fingers curl upwards, your back arching at the feeling. 

“Baby, please.” your hand reaches down to wrap on his wrist but he swats your hand away, managing to pull both to rest on your stomach and his free hand over your hands, pinning them to your stomach. 

You try to wiggle your hands away from him, trying to grab on something. “Behave.” He tells you, adding another finger.

You subconsciously spread your legs, giving him more room. Erling's cheek presses to your inner thigh, watching as your face twists, pleasure all across it and your hands stop wiggling, he smiles, satisfied. 

Erling can feel your eyes on him, he reaches for the blue lace you’re wrapped up in and tugs it down your legs, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes.

He shifts to lay on his stomach between your legs, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way up to your cunt. 

Your eyes meet his, he knows you’re looking. He wants you to look at him. Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair. 

He knew you like the back of his hand, gripping your thighs to keep them in place as his tongue lapped your clit. Your hips buck, your way of saying you want more and Erling gives in - he always gives into you. Two fingers in you and he glances up to see your head tossed back onto the pillows, eyes fluttering shut and your free hand groping your tit. 

Between his fingers and his tongue, your orgasm was teetering on the edge; he knew that much. 

He pulls his hands away, the sticky fingers on your thighs. A whimper leaves your lips at the loss of fullness. 

“What- why’d you stop?” You asked, pouting at your boyfriend in disapproval.

Erling sits up, patting his lap. “C’mere.” 

You manage to pull yourself up, your legs feeling like jelly as you move yourself onto your boyfriend’s lap. Erling's hands resting on your lower back, fingers dancing up and down the curve of your spine. They run up once more before they stop on the clasp of your bra. 

He unhooks it, letting the straps slide down your arms and land on your lap. He brings his hands around to your stomach, once again his fingers slide up your soft skin before resting on your tits. 

“Erling,” you call, eyes fixed on him.

He hums, his focus on your tits rather than anything you had to say. Gripping his chin between your fingers, he finally looks at you. 

“Please,” you mumble, the desperation all over your face. Erling smiles, there's a look you've seen a million times over on his face.

You’re up on your knees, hovering over his lap, your hands under you as you undo his pants. Erling helps you, pulling them down enough for you to sink down onto him. Your hand rests on his shoulder, giving you a moment to gather yourself before starting to bounce on his lap.

You look at your boyfriend, watching as he kisses down your chest, over your tits before his lips wrap around your nipple, tongue lapping over it. Your hand tangles in his hair, his name falling from your lips.

Your back arches a bit, pushing into Erling. His hand moves from your hip to your other tit, fingers pinching your nipple, twisting and rolling it softly between his thumb and index finger. 

“God,” you breathe, a hand raking through Erling's blonde hair. 

You rock your hips forward and Erling's head drops back into the couch, his eyes fluttered closed.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” His hand pats your hip, “made just for me.” He tells you, your lips on his neck -- a trail of marks and sloppy kisses being left along his neck.

Erling can feel the way you were clenching around him and he knew you were close; you knew he was close, his eyes closed and head back.

His hand reaches between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit once again. “Oh my god,” your hips bucked, his fingers matching the pace of his hips, your body rocking back and forth to get the most out of your boyfriend. 

“C’mon sweetheart, want you to cum for me.” He says, knowing it won't be long more. 

He knew you like the back of his hand, every look, every touch, every movement, he knew you.

Between the two, he pushes you over the edge. The knot in your stomach comes loose and your boyfriend watches as you cum. The wetness wrapping around his cock, and with a few sloppy thrusts, Erling follows behind you. 

The two of you are holding onto each other like the other is going to disappear, giggly and love drunk. Your boyfriend peppers kisses all over your face, your arms wrapped over his shoulders.

It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that you two froze, looking at each other. "Erling?!" The voice calls from outside.

His hand covers your mouth, your brows furrowed and eyes widen as you look at him. His lips are by your ear, "it's the neighbour."

You move his hand, whispering back to him. "The lights are on."

"Shhh, they'll go away if we're quiet."

You look at your boyfriend, lips pressed together in an attempt to muffle your laughter. He really did make you wonder sometimes.

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