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Pregnancy, prenup, angst and fluff

I received quite a lot of requests for a pregnancy story, so here we are.

It's almost 10k of angst and fluff. I would say it's a rollercoaster of emotions.

As per time frame it's around a year after the last part of the series: Period complications 6 x First Time

Summary: Erling proposed to his girl, they are getting married, she's the love of his life, and he's the love of hers but life has other plans, his dad and lawyers are trying to making him have a prenup (prenuptial agreement) to protect himself and his money from her. He doesn't talk to her about it but she overhears them talking about it and gets hurt.

They end up in a fight, him making bad choices and hurting her and she leaving him, taking her things and ending their engagement. But what he doesn't know is that she left with something of his 🤰👶🏼.

It was Monday morning, the sun was up and I couldn't be happier, we finally got a sunny day in England, that's so rare, especially during winter.

It felt so nice to have a lazy morning, especially after the past weeks, it was all too much, I felt so overworked and tired and stuck in a bad working environment. The only positive thing was that I got to work from home and that I loved what I do but otherwise it was shit, they didn't care about how much he had to give to deliver the best results and they got tons of money for the projects we made and they pay us shit.

Just great.

I was feeling really down about that, especially since I moved in with Erling because I basically just couldn't afford this lifestyle. He is paid more in a week than I would ever make my whole life, so yeah, of course, he likes to treat himself and the people around him with his money. He was so caring and sweet, his heart is just as big as the rest of him, so yup, it's huge.

I smile as I think about my sweet baby giant.

I just love him so much.

The love of my life.

My soulmate.

As I think of him, my eyes drift to my left hand, where the light was hitting the diamond of the ring he gave me just right, making it stand out even more on my pale skin.

Our engagement ring.

We are engaged.

It still feels surreal.

Sometimes when I think of it, I just end up crying my eyes out at the thought of what has my life become. How happy and loved I feel. All my life I thought that love just wasn't for me, no one seemed to love me enough to even stick around, not even my family, and now I have someone who loves me enough to want to marry me? To want to spend a life together with me?

It just seemed so surreal.

He broke down all my walls and made me who I am today. A much stronger, more confident person than I ever was.

My sweet Erling.

He was the sweetest when he proposed to me, he made sure everything was perfect and it was. We were in a cabin in Norway right between Christmas and New Year, he rented it for us to spend some quality time there, enjoying the beauty that is Norway, nature and well, ourselves.

He prepared everything, lighting up candles and fairy lights, the whole cabin was filled with roses and he proposed right on the balcony, under the Aurora borealis magic light I barely managed to respond with a 'yes' between sobs and I hugged him, holding onto his for dear life as he comforted me.

He knew how much it meant to me, and what was my input on marriage and commitment.

We were always open with each other, finding it easy to communicate, even from the very start of our relationship, it just all came easy.

I got to know the worst parts of his life, the best and everything in between. And he got to know mine too.

The idea of marriage was always scary for me, I never thought it was for me. But I didn't see it until meeting Erling that I wasn't scared of commitment, of me being committed, I was scared of the other person not being as committed as me, of him leaving, I was scared of being abandoned yet again.

But he changed my perspective, as always.

That trip was just so magical. The days we spent there were filled with love and passion and happiness. Just pure happiness.

I feel like we just tuned out the world outside and just focused on us, on our love.

And love we made.

I smiled down, moving my hand down to my tummy.

Our tiny miracle.

I found out last Friday about the tiny human inside my tummy. Our little baby.

I've been feeling bad last week, throwing up and being dizzy and tired all the time and Erling basically forced me to go to see a doctor. He insisted on coming with but I managed to get an appointment early on Friday and he had an away game so I ended up going with my friend, Olivia after I begged him not to miss the game on my account since it wasn't anything serious.

Well, I didn't think it was anything serious, it didn't even cross my mind I could be pregnant.

But here I am, with a 2 months baby Håland in my tummy.

I smiled between tears.

Damn was I emotional lately…

I wonder if Erling noticed it. I find myself crying all the time lately, like yesterday I cried when he came back from the game and picked up McDonald's, ordering my favourite menu, mcchicken with fries and orange juice making sure to not have pickles in my burger. The fact that he remembered that I didn't like pickles anymore just got me sobbing into his chest confessing my forever love for him as he tried to comfort me.

I'm sure it was quite a sight to be seen.

I didn't know how to tell him I'm pregnant, I'm just unsure of his reaction. I know he loves kids, and he wants to have kids in the future but still, he's so young, like damn, he's 22, how could he potentially react to me telling him we are expecting a baby.

I'm older than him and I, to my embarrassment, broke down in the doctor's office hearing the news.

Like it was all so surreal, so unexpected and somehow soon?

We've been together for quite some time but still, a baby is such a major thing.

And there is no going back.

Well, there are possibilities but I could never imagine doing something like this.

The doctor was very kind, explaining to me all the possibilities, and offering support and guidance.

I almost threw up at the thought of having an abortion when the topic came up, it just wasn't a possibility.

How could I ever think of harming let alone killing our baby?

I didn't even know I had any maternal feelings in me, as it is. Like, all my life I've been saying I couldn't imagine myself having a baby, being a mom to something else than a cat or a dog.

But man, could I have been further from the truth? I love this baby with all I have, and I'm prepared to protect it with my life, to offer all my love and support.

I just hope Erling will be on the same page.

I'm not sure I could do this, all this without him.

I know that for him family comes first. He's had a similar situation to mine, his parents are divorced, but at least for him, it wasn't as fucked but, but still.

I know that he wants a stable family, a healthy one, he wants to have a safe and healthy environment for the kids.

I just hope that he won't consider this a burden, it's still so early into his career…

Whenever the topic of kids came up he always said that he would like to have as many as possible, but later on, when he could prioritize them since right now his main focus is football.

And this makes me feel so damn guilty. I never wanted to come between him and football, I'm not the type of person that would make him choose between his career and theirs.

I like to think that I'm mature enough to understand that it's not a competition between me and football for his attention and love, football is his passion, he loves it and he's doing an amazing job at playing football, I'm here to support him as much as I can along the way.

This is why I feel like I somehow failed now, having a baby is not something that was in the plan for any of us. I don't want him to resent me for trying to come between him and football, or well the baby.

Not that it was completely my fault since, to be fair it was a two ways street, but I'm the one carrying it…

But still…

I didn't even tell him I'm pregnant yet. I'm still trying to process everything.

But I have to do this soon, I'm putting too much stress on myself with this and it can't be good for the baby.

Our little miracle.

I found the cutest thing for this.

I searched online and found a Manchester City baby-size home equipment with a customizable name on the back. I had it say 'Haaland' at the top, followed by 'Daddy's #1 fan' right under it.

It even came with baby-sized sports shoes and little sports socks!

It was the cutest thing ever!

I can't wait to see his reaction when he sees it.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. I stretched my arm to reach the phone which was on Erling's nightstand and pressed the answer "Good morning my little sleepy head!" Erling said happily, smiling at me, making me blush and hide my face into his pillow, murmuring a soft "morning…"

"Awww you're still a sleepy baby? It took everything in me to leave our bed this morning, you looked so soft and warm and cuddly, and you were holding onto me so tight, I could barely pry you off, my baby koala, had to replace myself with my pillow. And you didn't even wake up, my sleepy kitty" He cooed at me when he saw me yawn. I was indeed very tired and sleepy lately. Because I was carrying a baby, his baby.

But he just didn't know it yet.

I was also very clingy to him, but I was trying to control myself, not wanting to annoy him, it's just that my body is navigating itself to be around him, involuntarily. Maybe it's the baby, wanting to be around its father, or maybe it's my body naturally navigating towards him.

Maybe both.

"Mmmm yes… I think I'm not gonna leave the bed today" I confessed, sleepy, his side of the bed smelled so much like him, I swear this must be heaven.

"Fuck baby, how am I going to resist? I just want to cuddle you and hold you in my arms and do other things in between" he groaned from where he was in the car and I could see him adjusting himself as he gave me a well-known now look.

"Erling! Are you hard at work?!" Suddenly I was very much awake.

"Work hard, hard at work, same shit" he joked making me giggle.

"Baby, you have to be on the pitch in less than 30mins…" I said, looking sadly at him as he groaned.

"But how about today after practice you come straight home and we have a nice shower together" I suggested making him groan loudly. He loves shower sex with a passion.

"Fucking hell, if I'm gonna get a fine for speeding it's on you" he joked.

"Have I told you you're beautiful today?" He gave me a fost smile, making me blush at the compliment.

I have to admit I don't feel beautiful right now, I feel kind of bloated and always on the verge of crying.

"Have you seen yourself, you are the beautiful one between us, especially now, look at my hair! You look like an angel and I look homeless" I hid my head under the cover, making him laugh.

"You look perfect, there is something different though, not sure what but you look absolutely stunning," he said making me blush.

Was the pregnancy visible already?

"Go to practice, you giant sap!" I joked as he realised the time and rushed out of the car, taking his bag with him "damn, well, I have to run baby, I'll be back as soon as possible, I love you my little angel" he blew me kissed "I love you too, my Viking, good luck!! See you at home in a bit!" I send him kisses back before we closed the call.

I put the phone on the nightstand and was out like a light.

I woke up on the verge of an orgasm "Erling!" I moaned loudly as my orgasm hit me, throwing my head back on the pillow, putting my hand on his hair, and pulling at it. I didn't even know if I was pushing him away or pulling him closer.

"Fucking hell, Erling, you should be illegal…" I moaned feeling the aftershocks and I tried to pull him up to me.

"I couldn't help myself, you looked so good, my love," he said moving up so he was towering over me, naked, making me blush when I feel his cock pulsing against my entrance.

I'm not sure if it's me or the pregnancy hormones, but damn was I horny, all the damn time.

I just can't help it, he's too sexy.

He leaned in to kiss me slowly, I felt the tip of his cock pushing in, making me moan, I moved my hands to his hips, more like his ass, as I tried to pull him closer.

Damn was this heaven? It must be.

"Fuck baby, where is the rush?" He groaned as he moved his hips until he was fully in me, filling me up to the brim.

"Fucking hell, Erling, were you always this big?" I moaned at the stretch, he was huge.

"I don't even know, I feel like I can cum anytime, you feel so fucking good, so tight and warm and so damn wet, baby, you are going to be the death of me" he groaned moving his hips slowly as we both tried not to orgasm.

"You're still dressed…" he said, moving his arms so he was resting his weight on his forearms, putting his hands under my shirt to play with my boobs.

"Fuck, just be gentle, my boobs hurt…" I put my hands on him, making him stop and look up at me worried "was I too rough with them last time?"

"No, love, just my body being weird, sometimes they get more sensitive… Like before periods and stuff…" I tried to play it cool, but I hated lying to him.

"Ok…" he said, still looking uncertain.

"Sorry to ruin the mood…" I said, ashamed.

"What, no! You didn't ruin anything! We should discuss about those things, like please, don't feel afraid to speak up to me, to let me know what you are feeling" he said, moving a piece of hair behind my ear, and kissing my nose.

"I love you so much, Erling… But now hurry up before I start crying" I said as I tried to contain my tears.

"Your wish is my command" he started moving again, making us both moan at the intense feeling.

We ended up reaching our highs at the same time, with him coming into me. He tried to lie on me, but I didn't want to accidentally hurt the back, so I made him turn us around, lying on top of him, cuddling up to his chest with him still inside me.

Heaven.

"I love you, my cuddle bug" he kissed the top of my head, pulling the covers over us, knowing how cold I always get after an orgasm.

"I love you too, I'm so sleepy though…" I yawned making him chuckle.

Before I could hear his reply I was already out.

I woke up a few hours late, it was already getting dark outside, I didn't want to leave but I had to pee so badly. I had to.

After I relieved myself, I went down to search for Erling and food.

I didn't eat anything today and I was starving.

I searched for him around the house, but I couldn't find him.

Where was he? Did he go out?

I went into the living room, to check if the car was in the driveway and it was.

So he's home but where is he?

I went back to the hallway, making my way to check if he was outside, in the back garden when I heard his voice.

Loud.

He was definitely angry, he was yelling at someone.

"She makes shit money! So!" He yelled and I could hear someone else speaking after but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

I made my way to the office door, my heart was beating faster, suddenly I don't feel hungry anymore, I feel like I'm going to throw up any moment.

"Of course, I'm not fucking stupid, I work hard for my money, I'm not going to have some gold digger take it," he said angrily.

Gold digger? What is he talking about, who is trying to take his money away?

"Son, please listen to him, this is important," someone said, was it his father? Why was his father here? What is happening?

Everything was fine a few hours earlier.

Erling responded in Norwegian, I couldn't understand a thing he was saying but then the other person started speaking and my stomach sink when I heard him explaining the importance of separating the money, especially in cases like this where one of the spouses makes a lot of money and the other doesn't, one is rich and one is poor, how it would protect Erling's money and himself, that the prenup is essential in situations like this. He explained about clauses they could include to be extra safe, just in case, even about having kids only after a certain period, when it was convenient for his career. About me not getting access to any money even if I was having his baby, only the baby having access to it after a certain age, about him getting the main custody if the case came and we would get a divorce. How he would be able to have the last word in the conception of the child, he could decide if not to keep it if it wasn't conceived as per the clauses, he could make me have an abortion or not legally recognize the child as his. How some celebrities like to include body rules such as the spouse having to be in top shape, a certain weight and healthy. How he could sue me if I don't follow the rules? And some other horrible things.

I couldn't hear anymore, I was crying, full-on sobbing by the time I made it back into our room.

His room.

A prenuptial agreement.

A prenup? They are talking about our wedding? About my body. As if it was a transaction, a business contract.

How could he think something like this about me?

A gold digger?

He wanted to have 100% control of my body, to be able to call the shots about having a baby, to be able to force me to have an abortion if the time wasn't right for him. To have me removed from the child's life if we get a divorce?

How is this the same man I fell in love with?

How could I be so fucking stupid to think that good things actually happen to me?

Everyone around me hurt me, tried to tear me down to pieces, and left me when I needed them, of course, he had to fucking be the same.

He made me think he was all in when in reality he was all out.

The thing is, I don't even care about his money, sure it's nice to be able not to worry about money, but I grew up poor, all my life I've worked for what I wanted, I indeed didn't make much money, nothing remotely close to him, but I don't fucking need his money!

I don't need any expensive presents, or trip or brand clothes or whatever else luxury he offered me.

I just wanted him.

The thing is I would have signed a prenup, I don't want his money, if this was all it was about I would have signed it.

But him having the last word on my body? How is this normal?

We were supposed to be a family.

I wanted to be a family.

He said he wanted us to be a family.

Was it all a lie?

Why did he insist on getting married, he was the one proposing, was it to catch me under a contract?

How could heaven turn into hell in a matter of hours?

Did he know I was pregnant, was my bump visible? Did he want me to get rid of it?

Of our baby. Our poor innocent baby.

I loved Erling with all I have I also loved our baby.

Why would he make me choose between them… I just couldn't.

I was sobbing so hard hugging myself, trying to use the covers to protect my tummy.

From me, from him, from everyone.

After a few minutes, I get up from bed hearing a car engine and some noise out.

I walked to the balcony door, I couldn't see much since it faced the backyard, but I saw Erling on the pitch, furiously kicking the balls one by one at the back of the net. At one point I wasn't even sure how the net was even holding up with the force of his kicks.

I smiled sadly, another wave of tears making their way into my eyes.

I thought I would get to see them play together, in our backyard, watching our tiny little pumpkin, a small version of Erling, run around after his father, playing footie together.

Why was life this cruel?

At one point I fell asleep, exhausted from crying so much but was woken up by Erling kicking the door of our room as he made his way to the bed, moving under the covers so he was close to me, kissing around my face to get me to open up my eyes.

I didn't want to open my eyes, to see him, for him to see me. He would know I cried.

He smelled so good though, his hair was not fully dry, and he must have taken a shower.

"Baby? Are you awake?" He asked softly, kissing my neck.

"Mmmm no…" I responded sleepy, I was so exhausted.

"I want you so bad, baby…" he groaned, moving closer so he could rub his hardness on my thigh, trying to put his hands under my shirt to lift it up and when he touched my tummy I suddenly was wide awake, pushing his hand away, moving away from him "Erling, no! Stop it!" I tried pushing him when he insisted, making him groan.

He smelled like alcohol. Which was rare, he barely drinks alcohol.

"Oh so now you suddenly don't want me! Not too long ago you were throwing yourself at me! Now you're being a bitch about it!" He yelled, moving on his side, throwing the covers off as he got up angrily "You know how many girls throw themselves at me? And you refuse me. Fucking hell, I'll go fucking take care of myself in the guest room! Don't wait for me, I'll sleep there." He left yelling, hurting me yet again with his words.

I've never refused him, not since we first slept together, my first time.

But then again he never put me in this situation.

I took his pillow and cuddled it to my chest, crying myself to sleep.

The next morning I woke up with the need to throw up, I ran to the bathroom to empty my stomach, not that I ate much yesterday, just some cereal.

I washed my teeth and took a shower, dressing into some yoga pants and a t-shirt, I had to stop myself from taking one of Erling's.

I made my way downstairs, preparing a cup of tea.

I opened the fridge to check what we have, wanting to prepare something to eat.

I had such weird cravings that now I wanted to eat toast with butter, jam and ham.

I prepared the food, eating by the time Erling made his way downstairs.

He was shirtless, hair tied, and he was wearing shorts and socks.

He didn't say anything to me as he made his way to the fridge, getting out some orange juice, eggs and bacon.

He looked so intimidating, was he always this big?

"I made you some tea…" I said in a soft voice, almost afraid of his reaction.

"Thanks." He said coldly.

At least he didn't yell at me.

He was preparing himself breakfast, coming to sit across me on the stool.

I started eating again, suddenly feeling very vulnerable in front of him, he lifted his gaze, looking straight at me "you should lay down on the carbs, your face looks all puffy, the bad eating habits are catching up on you he" he said nonchalantly.

I suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore, I feel sick again, tears filling my eyes, I tried not to cry but felt his cold stare, judging me, and with all the emotions I'd felt the past 2 days, I just was so damn emotional.

"Oh come on, you can't be possibly crying because of this" he groaned, facepalming.

I just didn't know what to do, I wanted to confront him but I was so damn scared, he looked at me with such a cold stare, I'm not used to this kind of Erling.

I swear he wasn't like that before or was that just me? Was I blind? Was he always like that?

"Can you please just shut up so I can eat my fucking breakfast in peace?" He said, fist bumping into the counter making me whimper scared by the noise.

"I heard you" I composed myself "yesterday, in the office, you were talking with your dad and your lawyer…" I continued.

"Oh, so this is what it's about. This is why you're acting like a bitch?" He said, angry.

"A bitch? How am I a bitch? By doing what?" I asked, sniffing my nose.

"By acting like this, refusing to sleep with me yesterday and acting like a princess! Like you're so hurt!" He said rolling his eyes.

"I am hurt, wouldn't you be if you were in my place? How would you feel?" I asked him, crying.

"I would be fucking mature, unlike you, this is what normal people do in our situation! I have the right to protect my money!" He said, basically yelling.

"Have I said something about money, why is it all suddenly about money, we are supposed to get married not sign a transaction, a fucking contract! Why would you think I care about your money, you know I hate it when you buy me things or spend money on me…"

"Then why is it such a big deal?! We will have a prenup and end of the deal." He interrupted me.

"Because it's not the fucking money part I'm worried about, it's everything else, the way you guys spoke about my body, about how you could control what I eat and drink and look, you can call shots on my body and all the pregnancy/children stuff. Erling, that's fucked up, completely fucked up." I cried.

"It's like you're fucking buying something, I'm not a fucking car, you can't customize me to your liking, I'm a fucking human, I have feelings too… I gave my all to you, I just have nothing else to give…" I was barely breathing by the time I was done with my rant, but he wasn't much fazed by any of it.

"Fucking say something!" I had enough after we stayed in silence, him watching me as I cried.

"What do you want me to say?" He said, much softer this time but I was not having any of it.

"Tell me when did you start having these kinds of thoughts, did you always think of me as a gold digger, did you always think I dressed badly, that I look bad, that I'm too fat, that you want to be the one to call the shots on what I wear, eat, look? Was I always not enough for you? Do you really want to get married to me, have a family with me?" I asked, searching for his eyes.

"We will continue this after my practice, I have to leave, I'm gonna be late," he said when his phone rang, it was jack, I could see his name on the screen.

Before he leave, I reached for his hand, stopping him "Did you ever love me, truly love me?" I asked softly, between tears.

"We will talk later, I'll be back as soon as I finish the practice" he brushed me off just like that, kissing my hand before getting up, answering Grealish as he rushed to get ready.

"What's up mate, you busy? Something happened?" I could hear Grealish ask.

"Nah, nothing important, just getting ready for practice, I'm in a bit of a hurry," Erling said as he got dressed, I could hear him running around, talking to Grealish about a football game before getting his practice bag and keys and then leaving.

All while I was here confessing my feelings, crying my heart out, baring myself to him.

But then again, it seems like all I was for him was "nothing important".

He didn't have time to talk to me, but he had time to talk to Grealish. He had time for football.

I knew football came first, I fully supported him to follow his passion, always assuming him that I was not mad when he wouldn't make it to my birthday, our anniversary, work party, or doctor's appointment, I really wasn't.

I understood him, I knew what I was getting myself into but to this extent?

I may have been aware of what I was getting myself into and accepted it at some point but what about our baby? He didn't ask to be brought up into this mess.

Our baby, the innocent baby growing up in my tummy, the baby he potentially wants dead.

I feel so betrayed.

So hurt.

Why did he take the time and effort to rebuild my broken heart just to break it into even smaller pieces?

He teared up everything, he offered me a home, a family, and love but it was all a sick joke.

Was he making fun of me?

Was playing with my heart fun for him?

How could I ever recover from this?

I sat there in the kitchen, staring at the picture of us pinned on the fridge.

After what felt like hours I got up, and cleaned the counter, the plates and everything before going up to our, no, his room to pack my clothes, I'm not staying here any longer, it's clear that I got the wrong message, all this stress and fights and crying isn't good for the baby, the least I can do is leave now, while I still have the last tiny piece of dignity left.

I searched for my bag, putting in the stuff I came here with, nothing of what Erling ever bought me, no brand clothes, no expensive perfume, nothing. I took my work stuff from the office, getting everything ready in front of the main door, making sure I didn't leave anything behind before I made my way upstairs again, to his room, there was something else I needed to leave there.

I was crying again by the time I reached the bed, it was nicely made, everything was in order, I made sure to clean after me and I packed, it somehow looked almost empty.

I walked to the mirror in the corner, uniting my necklace, then the earring. My neck looked so bare, I could still feel the ghost of the jewellery there.

Just like I feel the ghost of our relationship.

I put them on his nightstand, then finally reached for the engagement ring, the last piece of his.

I slowly got it off my finger, lifting it up to my lips to kiss it before putting it down on the nightstand, with the rest of his stuff.

I started walking, not even looking back once. I took my bags and closed the door behind me, locking it, right on time I got the notification that the uber arrived.

I looked back at it as I made my way to the gate, luckily no one was there, Erling has some people who manage his outside area, gardening and everything.

I closed the gate after me, put the keys in the mailbox, and gave the house one last look before getting in the uber and leaving. I was crying the whole ride, but to my luck, the uber guy didn't comment on it, he just gave me a sad smile, offering to help me with my bags when we arrived at Olivia's place.

I went up to her door, ringing the bell.

I didn't even call beforehand, hopefully, she's home.

I was relieved when she opened the door, shocked to see me there and in that state.

"What the hell happened?!" She pulled me in, hugging me as I cried into her neck.

---------- Erling's POV 3rd person

Erling took the time to think about what happened.

He felt so fucking guilty. She was right, he was an asshole, a complete asshole.

To be honest, he didn't even want a prenup himself, with all the bullshit clauses and shit, but his father and his lawyer were trying to get him to agree to have one before marrying her.

He wanted a family, all in, he wanted to have as many kids as possible, whenever it was meant to be, he didn't want it to be a contract, to force her to have his kids when his carer allowed, to have that control over her body.

He loved her.

He should have fought with them for her, to defend her, he knows she's not a gold digger, she's nothing like that, she's the love of his life.

He's already spoken to his dad on the way home, calling off the deal, even though it wasn't even something settled. But he wanted to let him know it was a straight no.

He was going to make it right, hopefully, she will forgive him.

Even though he doesn't deserve it.

He's such an idiot.

Really.

She gave herself fully to him, with no conditions, no clauses, full commitment and support.

She bared herself to him, all her past, flaws and imperfections, there for him, and he used them to hurt her.

He knew what she was afraid of, and how much she wanted a home, a family, and a safe environment. She was afraid of her feelings not being returned, of people leaving her.

And here he was, making promises just to tear them down.

He was the biggest asshole on this planet.

He used the remote to open the gates, park the car in front of the house, getting his bag from the back before making his way inside.

He was met with complete silence as he went to get a glass of water from the kitchen, hoping she was there.

She wasn't, the kitchen was clean, he went to throw the peels of the orange he ate on the way home in the trash when he saw the toast she was eating when he made that comment about her body.

"Fucking asshole, that's what I am!" He closed the door of the cabinet with a little too much force, making everything on it shake.

His poor girl, she didn't deserve such an asshole by her side.

Erling went to the living room in hopes of finding her, but with no luck, he called out her name, worried when he didn't get a response.

He knew she wasn't feeling well, she went to the doctor last week and was taking some medication and vitamins, what if something happened to her?

She wasn't eating much lately, and whatever she ate, she ended up throwing up.

And as the biggest asshole, he commented on her weight.

He made his way upstairs, searching for her, calling out her name again but nothing.

She wasn't there.

He felt his stomach sinking.

Something was not right.

He went to their room and he knew it.

It felt empty.

He knew it before he even saw the ring on his nightstand, she was gone.

She left.

She left him.

Went to their shared walk-in closet, some of her clothes were still there, but most of her stuff was gone.

He took a hoodie, it was a Gucci x Adidas one, with the logos in blue.

Erling smiled sadly at it, he got it for her during his trip to London, for the match with Arsenal. He went shopping and missed her like crazy, even though he was only gone for a day, nonetheless day he ended up buying half the stores for her while only buying a pair of Nike for himself.

He just loved spoiling her, he had the money, so why not use it to make someone who makes him happy, happy?

He brought the hoodie to his face, smelling it.

It smelled like her…

He went through the stuff, still crying as he hugged the clothes to his chest, flinging her Chanel perfume, he brought it for her not too long ago, he saw as he was brushing his teeth that her old one was almost empty and he made it his mission to replace it with a new one.

He stopped by the store on the way from practice to get it.

He smiled sadly, smelling it.

He made his way to the nightstand, where the ring was, still holding her hoodie, as he reached for the ring, surprised to also see her necklace and earrings there.

Then the realisation hit him, she didn't take anything he brought her, anything that was brought with his money.

She only took what she brought.

At this point he was on his knees in front of the bed, sobbing into the hoodie.

"It's all my fucking fault!" He shouted, getting up, and punching the wall, he was so fucking angry at himself, at everyone around him, why did none of them tell him what an asshole was he is, what he was doing to her.

Now here he was, alone.

He lost the love of his fucking life.

He wanted to trash the room, hell, the house, to break everything!

But he couldn't, this room was all he had left of her.

She made a home of this house, and now that she left it feels like everything was just a dream.

A nightmare.

He had to find her.

He tried calling her, but of course, she didn't pick up.

But it was a good sign, at least she didn't block him.

That must count as something. Right?

He tried calling Olivia but her phone was off.

He tried to call her best friends but they didn't know anything, plus they were in another country, it's not like she could have gone to them. They all threatened to kill him if he was not gonna make it right with her.

He couldn't call her mom since she didn't speak English so that was out of the picture, most of her family didn't speak English either.

Plus he knew her, she doesn't open up about her stuff, not even to her family.

So what should he do, where should he search for her?!

He was interrupted by his phone ringtone, he quickly picked up, without even looking, hopping to her "Yes??"

"Erling, son, I've got a package for your girl, I called her but she said to throw it away, but she didn't sound fine on the phone, did something happen? Can you come downstairs?" Lucas said, he was the one taking care of the house and everyone else working around the house. He's like a grandfather to Erling.

"I'll be down in a second" Erling ran downstairs.

"Erling, son, what happened? Are you ok?" Lucas said shocked, he never saw Erling cry before, the guy was a walking sunshine, always smiling and laughing.

"I fucked up, Lucas, I fucked up so bad, I hurt her and she left, while I was at practice…" Erling said, accepting Lucas's hug, crying into his shoulder.

"Oh you poor boy, I'm sure you're going to sort it out, you're not one to quit. You have to fight for her! We are Vikings, we aren't afraid to fight! Especially for what we love and you my boy, love her, I can see that and I'm sure she can see it too…" Lucas told him, trying to calm him down.

"I love her, so damn much, but for some reason I keep fucking up, treating her like shit. She deserves better…" Erling says drying his tears with the back of his hand, nervously brushing his hair with his fingers.

"Well, she loves you, wants you. This is what matters." Lucas patted his back.

"Where is the package?" Erling asked, before finding it. It was a small package, from Amazon. He looked confused at it, what could it be?

"I think this is something important. I called her to let her know she got a package since you were at practice and no one was home, and she begged me to throw it away, to not give it to you, to promise her I won't let you see it. She was crying, quite hard on the phone. I figured out you must have been fighting or something, I didn't know she left, but whatever it's in here, it must be related to your guy's fight. Maybe it would help you find her, win her back? God knows…" Lucas explained handing it to Erling.

"My poor girl, she was crying because of me…" Erling took the box, it looked even smaller in his hands.

He felt bad for doing it, it was supposed to be private, but he had to.

She must be hiding something if she begged Lucas not to let him see it.

But what could it be?

He opened the package carefully, whatever it was inside it was carefully wrapped.

Erling put the package away and unwrapped the bubble wrap, a small white box was inside it.

He took it into his hands, it was so small, what could be inside that he should not see?

He opened the lid, both him and Lucas looking intrigued.

He gasped when he saw what was inside.

A tiny pair of baby blue sports shoes, over what looked like a baby-sized Manchester City home equipment. He reached in to take the shoes out to be able to see what was written on the back of the shirt it was the number 9, his number, with 'Haaland' on top and right under it was 'Daddy's #1 fan'.

He reached in to take the small t-shirt out, with a trembling hand, it looked so tiny compared to his hands, Erling was crying by then "I'm going to be a dad…? She's pregnant with my baby, she has my baby in her tummy?" He cried falling down on his knees as he held the box to his chest.

He fucked up so fucking bad.

"Congratulations my son, I'm sorry that you got to find out like that but it's better than not knowing…" Lucas said, patting the back of my head "Now man up Erling, you've got a fight to make, you've got to be strong for your girl and your baby. Don't let them down, they need you" Lucas said, offering him a hand to pull him up.

Erling took his hand and got up, drying his tears, he was going to find her, wherever she was.

"I have to leave", he said, getting his car keys, not letting go of the box.

"I'm gonna get her back home", Erling said to Lucas who cheered for him "that's my boy! A true Viking!"

"Thank you, Lucas, for everything…" Erling hugged him and Lucas chuckled "Of course, my boy, I had a feeling it was something important you had to know about. Now go!"

Erling got into the car, pump the box in the passenger seat, driving off to Olivia's house.

She must be there.

Has to be.

He finally reached it, it was quite a long ride from his house. He got out of the car quickly.

He walked (more like ran) to Olivia's front door, ringing the bell while also knocking on the door, well, hitting it with the side of his fist.

"Open up before I break this damn door down, Olivia! I know you're there!" Erling yelled, hitting it stronger.

He was prepared to bodyslam the door when Olivia opened the door.

"What the hell, Haaland, you'll have to pay for breaking my fucking door! What has gotten into your caveman head?!" She asked angry and scared at the same time.

"Send me the details, I'll pay for the door, now where is she?" Erling asked, looking around for any sign of her.

"She's not here, hold on! Did I say you could come in? Where are your manners?! You can't just come into my house just like that!" Olivia tried to stop him, blocking his access, trying to stop him.

"I left my manners back in Norway, now cut the crap, I know she's here I can see her shoes, so get out of my way. I don't want to hurt you, but if you are standing in the way, between me and what's MINE, I won't hesitate." He said coldly, making Olivia shiver, damn how was this her life?!

She wanted to protect her friend but he can't stand in front of this! He looks feral.

"Leave her alone, Erling, I'm here" a soft voice could be heard from the top of the stairs, making him push past Olivia to get there, standing in front of his girl.

"My love, I'm so sorry, I'm such an asshole, the biggest asshole on this planet, but I love you, with all my heart, I swear, you are the love of my life, my soulmate. Please let me explain, I swear it wasn't like that, I didn't and I still don't want a prenup! They were trying to get me to have one, trying to get in my head and I swear to you I didn't want one, but then you refused to sleep with me and all and I got so angry, I drank a lot too, so the next day I fucked up even worse. I just let my impulsive nature win, when you said you overheard us I immediately thought this was why you were acting like this to make me pull off the deal and I couldn't help but think they were right, but I know it's nothing like that…" Erling rambled, between tears, holding her hands as she slowly got down the stairs, closer to him, but still not on the ground, being at the same level as his.

"I understand it all now and it makes the situation even worse now, I fucked up so bad, you were just trying to protect our little miracle" he finished softly, eyes trailing down to her tummy, then back to her eyes "may I please touch?" He begged.

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"You can touch, it's our baby…" I softly replied between tears, walking downstairs so I was closer to him.

He got on his knees, shocking me since I was only expecting him to put his hands on my tummy, but no, he lifted my hoodie up and kissed my barely existing baby bump "Our tiny miracle, I'm so sorry for what I put you and your mommy through… I swear I'm going to be better, I'm going to be the best father to you and the best husband to your mommy" Erling nuzzled into my tummy, placing kisses all over it, still crying softly.

I was crying too, my hands were trembling, I wanted to touch him, to hold him, to be in his arms.

He must have sensed it because he lifted his gaze, staring into my eyes with his big blue-greenish eyes.

I felt myself melting in a puddle.

"Baby, please don't refuse this, it belongs to you, please marry me, even though I don't deserve you" he begged and I couldn't help myself, I could not say no, he was so sincere, I could feel it.

"Only if you promise to never separate me from my child, to force me to have an abortion or anything like this," I asked, looking into his eyes.

"I swear baby, never, there won't be any prenup bullshit between us, nothing, what's mine is yours, I'll marry you today, my love, fuck whoever has a different opinion on this. It's our business, none of them!" He said, making me chuckle.

"Well in that case yes. I don't mind a prenup for the money part but anything else is a straight NO from me…" I said, running my fingers through his soft hair as he puts the ring back on my finger, kissing it, before kissing my tummy, then getting up, smiling down at me, holding my hand in his much bigger ones, leaning down to kiss me, but I stopped him backing up a few steps until I was taller than him.

I then moved my hands to his shoulders, looking down at him "Now stay there and kiss me, Haaland, face my everyday struggle" I giggled.

He got on the tip of his toes to be able to kiss me, it was so weird to have the roles reversed, I couldn't help but laugh into the kiss.

"You're too far away, I need you closer," he said, pulling me gently.

"Erling!" I giggled as he lifted me up, putting my legs around his waist, and arms around his shoulders.

"We won't be able to do that much longer, with the baby bump in the way" I smiled down at him, I could feel the happiness radiating out of him, his eyes were sparkling and he smiled so big at me. His eyes were still teary, mine too but we were so happy.

We ended up making out in Olivia's hallway until she interrupted.

"I brought your bags, go have sex at yours, I've seen enough. Happy to see you guys have made up, congrats on the baby, but Erling, my man, I don't think you can put another one in at this moment, maybe wait for this one to be born" Olivia joked, she was blushing.

"Doesn't mean I can't try" he smirked, kissing my flushed cheek.

"Erling!" I hid my face in his neck.

"Come on, let's go home, my love," he said, reaching for the bags.

I tried to get down but he refused to let go of me "I have to use the bathroom real quick…" I blushed, I just couldn't help it, I have to pee 100 times per day lately.

"I'll miss you…" Erling whined, but put me down, kissing my forehead and squeezing my butt as he adjusted himself in his pants, but there was just so much he could hide.

Damn, I can't wait for it to be inside me. I thought while I have him a look, pretty sure he understood my thoughts, gulping as he squeezed himself.

"I must be in a porn movie, damn you guys! Keep it PG!" Olivia groaned and I felt my cheeks getting even warmer.

"Be back in a second!!" I run to the bathroom, doing my business before running back to find Erling and Olivia standing in the hallway, looking so damn awkward.

Erling took my coat and was using it to hide his problem while holding both my bags.

I took the coat from him, he helped me put it on and I thanked him with a kiss on the lips.

I put my shoes on and was about to leave when Olivia spoke "didn't know you finally got the pet snake you always wanted?"

"Pet snake, what are you on about? Erling hates snakes…?" I asked confused, not following up but Olivia gestured to Erling's very much tented pants and it finally clicked in my brain.

"Olivia!! That's the worst joke!" I facepalmed, blushing while I put myself between them to hide it from her.

It was for my eyes only, I should be the only one to see this "stop looking at my boy's cock, for God's sake, that's mine!" I said possessively, giving her a death stare.

She put her hands up "I can't just not look, it's out there! I can't unsee it now! I need to wash my eyes with bleach! Now go, out!" She groaned, pushing us both out.

"I love when you get this possessive of me… Turns me on so much, but don't worry my love, I'm all yours, it's all yours" he said, putting the bags in the back and helping me into the car before getting into the driver seat, taking my hand into his bigger one to bring it to his lips.

"I'm all yours too, just please don't pull something like this again… You really hurt me" I said.

"I swear I won't baby, you and our little angel come first, I'm going to be better for you, I swear. I'm going to be the best father for our baby and the best husband for my princess" he kissed my hand again, using the other hand to rub at my tummy.

I feel butterflies erupting in my tummy every time he touches it.

"I promise I'll be better too, I know I haven't been the best either, I'm not good with my feelings or dealing with emotions, but I'll get there, I swear, I'll try my best to be a good mommy for our little miracle and a good wife for you" I took to put my hand over his on my tummy, smiling down at it.

"You already are, it's me fucking everything up, you were protecting our baby, being the best mommy for our little one… The worst is that you had to protect our child from me, I'm supposed to be the one protecting you both…" he smiled sadly at me.

"You didn't know, it's my fault too, I should have talked to you instead of pushing you away and I put things out of context, I now know it wasn't you who requested all the horrible clauses, but I just, was so fucking afraid, it seemed like you wanted to protect yourself from the responsibility of having a child, and I thought that you would force me to have an abortion or force me out of their life… I know it's fucked up that I thought in such a way about you, but I couldn't help it…" I was crying by the time I was done as he hugged me, the best he could since the console was between us.

"It's not your fault baby, it's all me, I'm sorry for all I've put you through, but for what's worth, I never wished to include anything like that in the prenup, if we would had had one, I would not want to have such control over you. It's your body… It may be my baby but you're the one carrying it. And I would never ask you to have an abortion, ever, I want as many kids as possible with you. Can you imagine?! We could have a whole football team!" His eyes were sparkling as he grinned down at me.

"Erling that's 11 babies! I'm not going to give birth to 11 babies! Knowing your genes, they will be giant anyways…" I whined, nuzzling into his neck.

"Oh, I was thinking more like 15? You know so we have a few backups" he said nonchalantly, leaving me speechless.

"ERLING BRAUT HÅLAND! I'm not popping 15 children out of my vagina! Oh my God, 15 pregnancies, I don't even think that's possible!" I slapped his bicep as he laughed at me.

"Oh, don't worry, with a bit of luck we could have some twins or even triplets, you know I like scoring more than one goal, so triplets would be a hat-trick basically! It would be under 15 pregnancies!" He said cheerfully.

"What, no, Erling! I will kill you!" I slapped his bicep but he only laughed more, kissing my forehead before starting the car.

"We will see about that…"

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thigh riding | erling haaland

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warnings: 18+, minors do not interact. smut, thigh riding.

pairing: erling haaland x fem!reader

word count: 455

author's note: i made this into a headcanon because it was just easier to write it this way.

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you always got worked up watching erling play.

his big frame running around the pitch, using his strength, and his size to help him play his game.

his shorts riding up his legs slightly as he flew into a tackle, exposing his huge thighs.

you were sat on your sofa, watching your boyfriend play on the big screen in front of you.

wearing only his man city shirt and a pair of lace underwear.

your hand runs down your body, over your sensitive nipples, towards your core.

your hand slides in between the lacy fabric and your soaking core just as the game ends.

you slide a finger into yourself, getting wetter at the thought that your boyfriend will be here with you soon.

pumping your finger in and out of yourself slowly, you wait somewhat patiently for erling to return.

by the time erling had walked through the door, you were there on the sofa, legs spread, underwear long forgotten about thrown somewhere across the room, fingers resting inside of you.

"what do we have here?" erling's deep voice spread throughout the room.

you hadn't even heard him come through the door, you head snapping around to look at him at the sound of his voice.

you looked at him with innocent eyes, confidence taking over you, the thoughts that you had had about him in the past hour coming back to the forefront of your mind.

"need some help?" he asked, walking around the sofa so he could be stood in front of you.

you look up at him with doe eyes, nodding your head as you bite your lip, your hand trailing back down to your heat.

erling grabs your hand before you can find your clit again. "no, it's my turn."

he leans down, lifting you off of the sofa, so he can turn around and sit down with you on his lap, placing your legs on either side of his thigh.

you arousal sticking to his thigh, the slight friction as you adjust yourself to a more comfortable elicits a whimper from your mouth.

"ride my thigh, baby," he whispers against your lips, before capturing them in a deep kiss, his hands going down to your hips encouraging your movements.

you start rocking against his thigh, eyes immediately rolling to the back of your head.

"did you get all worked up watching me play?" he teases, your eyebrows scrunch together in pleasure, already so close to your climax.

"that's it, cum for me baby," he urges you on, you moan loudly as your body shakes against him, leaning your body on his.

"don't close your eyes yet, baby," he says, watching your eyelids flutter closed. "i'm not done with you."

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Period complications 6 x First Time

Hello, there is the 6th part of the series, where Erling and his love finally take the big step :)

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Last week I went to the doctor to check if anything looked good after the treatment.

Erling was by my side, as always, holding me together, putting a comforting hand on my thigh when he saw it shaking.

Best boy in the world.

Today was Saturday and Erling didn't have any matches this weekend so I was planning a nice romantic dinner, with candles and some red wine.

Tonight is going to be the night.

I was prepared.

I had a nice bath, shaved all my body, washed my hair, rubbed some lotion and oil on my body then proceeded to do my hair and apply some light makeup.

I dressed up in a light blue flowy dress, no bra just some white lacy panties.

I looked at myself in the mirror smiling, happy with my choices.

At first, I was thinking about dressing in something sexier, a red lace dress, tight and short. But it just wasn't me.

I hope Erling will like me dressed like this.

My boy, he's been out all day, having practice and recovery, then running some errands.

I miss him.

I looked at the clock, he should be home soon.

I got the plates ready and lit some more candles.

"Perfect," I said before hearing the familiar sound of the car engine.

I went to the front door to wait for him, feeling suddenly very nervous.

"Love, I'm--" he opened the door, then saw me "hi…" I said shyly looking up at him.

"Wow baby, you look absolutely stunning!" He said, eyes wide as he checked me out.

I blushed.

He walked up to me, putting his hands on my waist "Did I miss something…? Why are you so nervous baby?" He asked worried, looking into my eyes, then moving one of his hands to caress my cheek and the other to hold my trembling hand.

"I want tonight to be our night…" I said, looking up into his beautiful eyes.

"Baby, are you sure? There is no rush, please don't think that you have to do it on my account, like baby, I'm fine with waiting…" he tried but I cut him off.

"Yes, but I'm not fine with waiting, I want you. All of you." I tried to pull him in a kiss but he was looking at me, making sure I'm absolutely positive about my decision "it's not fair that you're this tall…" I whined, pouting, making him smile before giving in and kissing me.

"You're a shortie," he said into the kiss "hey!" I tried to playfully push at his shoulders "I never said I didn't like it, absolutely love our height difference, well our size difference" he kissed me on the nose.

"You knew you have a size difference kink, you perv" I pulled at his hair, trying to get him to kiss me again.

"As if you don't, you naughty girl, you think I don't see you lusting over my body, blushing whenever I caught you staring? You love how big I am, especially compared to you" he teased and I couldn't help but blush "what do you think are the features I'm most attracted to?" I teased.

"Hmmm well, not necessarily in this order but you love my back, especially my shoulders, my chest, I know you have a thing for my pecs, abs, my legs, yeah definitely my thighs, you always watch my thighs especially when I'm wearing shorts, or well, nothing, also I think for some reason you like my butt? I think it's quite plain but you do you, babe, anyways, maybe my hands? Arms? I don't know, I'm curious to know your answer" he said, kissing me softly "awww baby you're blushing, it's ok, no need to be shy around me"

"I think that what I like most about you in terms of features is your face?" I said shyly, shocking him "my face, really? No way, but I have such a weird one, people have quite mixed opinions of it… I personally think it's weird too," he said.

"I think your face is beautiful, you have such stunning eyes, your cheekbones and jawline are to die for, your lips, damn your lips are so fucking beautiful, so big and plush and kissable and your hair, damn, I have to admit it's my weakness, so fucking soft and long and fits you perfectly. Your pale skin and blonde hair… I don't think I ever met someone remotely like you. You just are both so tough and so soft? I think you just switch your features depending on the mood?" I asked, looking up into his eyes, he was smiling down at me, face a little red "are we still talking about my face??" He giggled.

"Partially, but like how do you look so though on the pitch, with your hair tied and wearing your gorgeous blue and white equipment, you just walk onto the pitch like you own it, the whole stadium, hell the whole world, you look absolutely invincible, so big and strong and confident, a true Viking…" I explained passionately "but that's just a part of you, you're so fucking complex. When you are like this, hair pulled down, sparkling eyes, your perfect smile, comfy clothes, hoodie and beanie, you just, you're the complete opposite. You are actually such a big softie, a teddy bear, so loving and protective and just wonderful, thank you for allowing me to see you, the real you. I just adore this part of you, it shows up around your family and friends mostly, but at some points, it also can be seen with the way you treat your teammates, people you work with, and even the opposite team sometimes" I finished "Not that I don't absolutely love the rest of your body, you know I absolutely do, all you mentioned are valid points, the hottest guy in the world" I completed making him laugh "wow baby, I didn't think I was this complex"

"You are, both an angel and the devil when you want to" I smiled.

"The dinner is getting cold, let's go eat" I took his hand and pulled him towards the dining room, then made him sit down first, which he protested, wanting to help me with my chair "nope, I'm the host tonight, you sit down and relax".

I served him the dinner and a glass of wine then served myself "wow baby, it looks amazing" Erling complimented me "mmm tastes delicious too" he moaned making me blush "thank you, baby, I'm glad you like it"

After we ate, he helped me clean the table and put everything in the dishwasher then came behind me while I was washing my hands, hugging me, and putting his head in the crock of my neck.

"Have I ever scared you, you know, like really scared you?" He asked, looking sadly down at me.

"Ahh all the time, whenever I see you with a ball around I'm scared" I half-joked, he actually was really scary whenever he has a ball around.

"We have hundreds of balls around the house! So you're scared of me all the time?!" He laughed.

"You caught me, oops" I giggled, I turned around, hugging him.

"We have to work on your fear of balls" he kissed my hair.

"Oh, so you do want to kill me? I thought you loved me" I whined, pinching his side, making him yelp.

"Nope, we are so doing that, mark my word, you're going to be the greatest footballer of all time" he suddenly lifted me up, scaring me with the force "Erling!!" I protested, but put my legs around his waist as I looked down at him "well, that's new, I quite like the view from above" I giggled, kissing his nose, arms around his strong neck "now, make me yours, Erling Braut Håland" I said his name, trying to pronounce it correctly.

"Fuck, you saying my name like this makes turns me so bad" he groaned, making his way to our room, in his arms, not breaking a sweat as he carries me.

Fuck if this doesn't turn me on.

"Fuck baby, it looks so pretty," he said as he opened the door.

I made sure the room is clean and put scented candles all over.

"Thank you, I tried my best" I giggled but it was cut short by him putting me onto the bed, leaning over me, and making me gulp at how close he was.

"My pretty flower…" he said, rubbing my pink cheek with the pad of his thumb, before kissing me.

"Don't be afraid, I'm going to take care of you, make you feel so good. Can't wait to make you mine, my love" he whispered, before moving his hand down to caress my waist, then my thigh, then reaching under my dress to squeeze my bum as he pressed himself down, I could feel how hard he was as his front made contact with mine, making me moan.

He began kissing my neck, as began moving his hips, then moved down to kiss my breast, playing with my nipples, knowing how much it turns me on, and how sensitive my nipples are. I was a moaning mess when he stopped, whining and trying to pull him back in as he lifted himself up to get rid of his hoodie, throwing it away.

I moaned as I saw his muscles flex with each movement.

"Please baby…" I whined.

"I want to eat you out, I want to make you come on my tongue," he said darkly, voice deep as he looked into my eyes with such intensity and determination I felt myself shiver.

"Don't be afraid baby, it's just me… Do you want to hold my hand?"

"Please" he takes my trembling hand in his, kissing it before moving down so he's kneeling in front of the bed, between my legs, looking up at me, asking for permission. I nodded, afraid, shivering as he lifts my dress up, kissing the back of my thigh as he moved closer so his face was right in front of my private parts.

"Mmm you smell so fucking good" he rolled down my panties and I felt vulnerable. Excited but afraid.

"You taste even better" he put his mouth on me and it felt so fucking good, I moaned loudly, throwing my head.

"Oh my fucking God!" I put one of my hands in his hair, pulling him closer and pushing him away then pulling him closer again. I wasn't sure myself.

"Actually it's just Erling, not a God, I mean not that I know of" he chuckled, pulling me closer by my hips.

It didn't take long until I came moaning his name.

It felt so fucking good.

"You're so good at this… You should be illegal" I moaned, pulling him away, feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm.

He gave me one last kiss before moving up in our initial position, with him above me.

"I'm glad you liked it as much as I did." He said, leaning in to kiss me "Erling, you've got my… all over you!" I protested trying to push him away from me.

But of course, I didn't stand a chance against his strength "come on, taste yourself, 5 out for 5 starts rating, totally recommend you try it" he said, kissing me and I eventually melted into the kiss, the taste wasn't that bad, certainly not combined with Erling's own taste.

We ended up making out, lost in the pleasure but eventually, he moved his attention to my breasts again. He has a big thing for my chest for sure. That or he just likes it because I love it?

"Let's get undressed," he said into the kiss, standing up and pulling me with him as he got rid of his pants, leaving him completely nude before me and me still dressed.

"I don't get it," I said, and he looked at me confused "how can you be naked in front of me and me dressed and yet I'm the one who is feeling completely naked and you fully dressed?" I asked, looking up at him, smiling shyly.

"You're just afraid baby, but you don't have to be, you're with me, and nothing bad will happen, I'll protect you, always," he said putting his hands on my cheeks as he kissed me tenderly.

I eventually broke the kiss as I pushed him to sit on the bed.

I sat there in front of him, looking straight at him as I peeled my dress off from my shoulder, letting it fall in a pile at my feet.

Erling's eyes never left me.

"Well, that's it, this is all of me…" I said insecurity clear in my voice.

Erling pulled me in by my waist so I was sitting in his lap "I love you, baby, I love your beautiful body, I love your huge heart and this beautiful and unique brain of yours. I love your past and your present and hopefully, I'll get to love your future if you allow me. I love you. All of you." He said and I was crying by the end, completely in awe with this man.

"I love you…" I said, kissing him, breaking our eye contact.

"I can't wait to be yours, 100%," I said against his lips "you're already mine, just like I'm already yours," he said, turning us around to pin me down under him again, kissing down my neck, paying attention to my breasts, my nipples, taking one in his mouth as his fingers trained down till they reached back between my legs "I'm going finger you a bit, so it won't hurt as badly," he said, continuing playing with my nipples making me a moaning mess.

He put the first finger in and it already felt like a stretch. Oh, God. How was I going to fit him?

But it felt so good.

"Fuck" is all I said when I felt him add one more finger in, I was a moaning mess, so turned on and so ready.

I had one hand in his hair as he was sucking on my boob and the other was holding on to the bed sheet, trying to get a grip.

"Baby, I'm so fucking close…" I moaned but he didn't stop, he was determined to make me orgasm. And he does, for the second time today, making me shout his name as I got lost in the pleasure.

After a while I calmed down and he pulled out, lifting himself up and moving so he lined up with me, tugging at his hard cock as he looked at me "let me get a condom…" he reached out to his nightstand and took a condom out but I stopped him before he could open the package.

I was blushing again, not knowing how to tell him.

"I actually, I'm clean, I got tested after my, you know…" I referred to the incident on my last period and he nodded "and I also talked to the doctor then, I started taking pregnancy pills, and you get tested regularly I know you're clean, so like could we maybe do this without a condom…?" I was a blushing mess by the end of my speech.

"Fuck baby, sounds like a fucking dream, of course, I want to be inside you bare" he kissed me with so much passion I barely got a chance to react.

He was on top of me, lining his cock with my entrance, before breaking the kiss to look into my eyes "we're in this together, yes? Tell me everything you're feeling baby, if you want me to stop, I'll stop, if you want to slow down we will slow down, yeah? You set the pace, I follow your rules" he said holding my hand and I nod "I trust you to take care of me" is all I said before he started pulling in, leaving me breathless.

He was so big and it felt so weird at first, it felt like a burn, so much pressure but I didn't want him to stop so I hold back my tears as I tried to bear the pain, giving Erling a small smile.

He was watching me "It will feel better, I promise," he said, stopping as he saw the pain in my eyes, kissing the tears away.

He wasn't even halfway inside me…

"Can you try to move again?" I asked after I calmed down, feeling myself getting used to the stretch.

This time it didn't feel as bad, but as he retracted and went back halfway something inside me felt like popping. And it hurt, making me gasp and hold onto his shoulders, hiding my face in his neck as he kissed my hair "shhh, it will get better now, you're so strong baby, I'm so proud of you…" he moaned and I saw him teased too, he was gripping the sheets to calm himself down.

I wonder how does it feel for him?

"Is it, does it feel good for you? Do I feel ok?" I ask shyly.

"You feel so fucking good, you have no idea, so tight and so fucking wet baby, it's taking everything in me not to fucking come" he moaned, his voice sounding so rough.

"Kiss me" I take a hold of his face, kissing him and pulling him down on me "you can move" I whisper into the kiss, moaning when he does actually move.

I felt myself being looser now, my body adjusted to his size.

And it feels so fucking good as he moves, I scratch at his back trying to hold on, moaning into the kiss as he picks up speed.

"You feel so fucking good baby, I'm not going to last…" he groaned, resting his body weight on one hand as the other took a hold of my breast, massaging it as he moved his hips.

He was moving much faster, I barely got a grip, trying to hold onto him.

But I could see that he was holding back.

And I can't wait until we get to the point where he won't need to hold back.

"I'm close…" I moan, tears running down my face "me too, cum for me baby" he said, accent ticking and I absolutely did cum.

And it felt so fucking good, my insides tightening around his length as he kept fucking me through it, following immediately after with a shout of my name.

We were both panting, him halfway laying on top of me, still inside me, face in my pillow, muscles tense and me, well I was a mess, still holding him, arms around his shoulders.

"You just had to, huh?" I said, still out of breath into his shoulder, kissing his collarbone.

"Hmm?" He asked confused, but not moving.

"Had to give me 3 orgasms, a hat-trick…" I giggled, threading my fingers through his soft hair.

He laugh at that as he lifted his face from the pillow, facing me "It was our first time, I didn't want to disappoint…"

"Oh, you definitely didn't, 5 out of 5 stars rating" I joked "best I ever had" I giggled and he laughed at my bad jokes.

He pulled out of me, and I feel so empty. I miss him inside me already.

"I love you so much baby, thank you for trusting me, I'll forever treasure this moment, I hope it was as good for you as it was for me," he said seriously, not breaking eye contact.

"It was perfect, thank you, you took such good care of me, Erling…" I answered, kissing him lovingly.

Erling turned us around so he was now on his back with me on top as we continued to make out "we should shower, we're all dirty" I broke the kiss, but Erling was not happy "maybe after the second round…" he said and then turned us around again, pinning me down on the bed as he entered me again.

"Erling!" I whined but I was secretly loving every second of it.

"I know you love it, you can't fool me, baby," he said, as he picked up speed again.

We got lost in the pleasure, into each other and soon enough we were both coming, moaning each other's name.

"You're trying to kill me tonight…" I said into his strong chest. He was still inside me.

"Nah, I'm quite fond of you…" he joked, massaging my boobs.

"What are my boobs, stress balls now?" I giggled.

"I mean they can be, but I'm not stressed now, not after what just happened," he said, kissing me on the cheek.

I yawned and he looked down at me betrayed "am I boring you?!" He fake gasped and I reached down to pull another pillow from the pile on my side of the bed to smack it in his face when my hand made contact with something different.

"You've got to be kidding me?!" I pulled it from under the pillow and pushed it into his chest, giving him a death glare.

He didn't get it at first but when he saw the ball he couldn't stop laughing, falling next to me, pulling out of me in the process, and holding the ball.

"Of course, the hat-trick ball had to be in bed with us on our first time" I laughed, moving so I was hugging his head on his chest as he put an arm around me to hold me closer while still playing with the ball.

"It's meant to be I'm telling you, babe, it's the hat-trick ball I scored last week against Wolves on your birthday" he giggled taking my hand and pulling it over over the ball.

"You know, if we have one more round and I make you come two more times then it would mean 6 orgasms and 3 rounds basically a hat-trick of hat-tricks…" he smirked and I blushed "well if we must…" I giggled as he moved above me, handing me the ball, and pulling it in, in a swift motion "fuck, it already feels like home" he moaned as he eased in.

He ended up giving me 2 more orgasms, making me see stars. By the end of round 3, I was dead.

"Best night of my life" he whispered as he hold me into his arms, pulling the covers over me, as I laid between his legs, head resting on his chest, hugging him.

"Best night of our lives" I corrected him, moving my hand to hold his, over the hat-trick ball as I drifted into sleep.

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Period Complications 5 x ADHD

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

I hate this shit!

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

It's bullshit!

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

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

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

He's also not wearing a shirt.

Just some shorts. Some short shorts.

And he's sweaty and ---

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

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

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

He shouldn't see me like this.

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

Especially under stress.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, oops!" I felt myself blushing.

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

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

I hate the way my brain works sometimes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're something else baby" he chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

This man is something else.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I blushed at the thought.

"Erling please…" I begged.

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

I just wanted him.

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

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

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

I couldn't help but feel insecure and rejected.

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

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

I blushed, looking away.

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

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

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

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

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

My man.

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

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

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

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

We quickly washed ourselves this time, to avoid distractions.

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

He was a sight.

In all his naked glory.

His body was art.

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

I blush for the tenth time today.

Seriously what is his secret? Does he have superpowers?

How the hell did he see me?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's a fucking God. A Nordic God.

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

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

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

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

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

"Erling!!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Even your nose is cold" he giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did I mention I'm very, very ticklish?

I absolutely hate being tickled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Me too" he kissed me.

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

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

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

I love his scent with a passion.

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

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

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

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

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"You sure you're going to be fine without me?" Erling asked for the tenth time that evening.

"Baby, you already made sure everything is perfect, I have water here, food, snacks, phone, charger, remote, everything. Now go and do what you love!" I gestured with my hands to leave.

He has a game to play.

I'll be fine for a few hours without him.

"I may have done something else..." he said, leaning over me to kiss me, shirtless.

"Erling, what..." before I could finish the sentence someone bangs into the room, "where is the party?! Oh, my eyes!! PDA you guys!" She joked.

Olivia.

Why is she here? I was texting her not too long ago and she didn't mention she was going to come to see me or anything.

If looks could kill, the look I was giving Erling right now would have surely done the job.

"I must have forgotten to tell you I asked Olivia to come to keep you company while I'm gone. Oops, my bad, gotta go though, see you later girls, have fun!!" He kissed me one last time, before taking his shirt and jogging out of the room.

"He's... something..." Olivia said as she threw herself on the bed, on my side, since I was on Erling's.

"Now, what are we gonna watch babe?" She asked, taking the remote and scrolling through the recommendations.

"Something short, I want to watch the game after"

"Should I go make some popcorn?" She asked.

"I'll come with you," I said, slowly getting up.

"You sure? Won't Erling kill me if I let you leave the bed?" She asked worriedly.

"Nah, Erling is a softie, my baby kitten" I giggled, he's really like a baby kitten.

I love him.

"To you maybe, certainly doesn't look like a kitten on the field..." Olivia said while looking at the TV. We switched it to the sports channel and they were showing some Manchester city highlights.

Erling was celebrating full-on Viking after one goal screaming at top of his lungs.

Ah, what a sight.

"He's amazing" I admitted, sitting back on the bed again to watch some more highlights of my man.

We only left the room when it switched to Tottenham's highlights.

After we made some popcorn and tea, we went back to Erling's room.

We watched the short movie, gossiping a bit about life, music, actors, and a lot of random things, not paying much attention to the movie.

We switched back to the sports channel when the game was about to start, watching as they made their way onto the field.

"Aww, I love it when they have kids with them" we both cooed at the men.

"I'm guessing we are going to have quite a few little haalands around in the future huh? She smirked, seeing me so into the idea of Erling with kids, making me blush.

"Honestly, you know that the idea of having kids scares the shit out of me, or used to, but like, something changed since meeting Erling, I don't know, but I would love to have his kids in the future..." I admitted blushing and taking his pillow to hug it as we sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Awww" she giggled.

We watched the game start, it looked ok at the start, not the best but not the worst game.

Erling missed a few shots, trying to score heading the ball, but missed, then trying to score but got tackled by the other players making me groan "I hate to see him being attacked, especially like this, it's like 10 fucking guys on him!" I exclaimed, angry making Olivia laugh "What do you expect, your man is huge, he's basically bullying the defenders, of course, they need the whole team to handle him" she joked making me blush, yeah well he was quite huge compared to them.

But then right before the first half was done Tottenham scored a goal assisted by THEM "Nooo!! What is this bullshit!" I yelled, surprising myself and Olivia.

"Babe, slow down, I think you spent a bit too much time around Haaland, he's rubbing off on you!" She laughed.

"No fucking way in hell! Ederson I love you but what are you doing?!" I cursed, they are losing with a 2-0 score! 2 goals in 1 minute!

"What the hell, I blinked and missed 2 goals, not the best game for them, I've got to say!" Olivia shockingly said.

Then it was break time and they went back into the tunnels.

As they left we got a close-up of Erling, looking sad and tired and slightly angry.

Suddenly I feel so fucking guilty, it's all my fault, he barely got any sleep staying with me in the hospital, skipping meals and he donated his blood to me and then we got home and he took care of me... He didn't get much rest, my poor boy.

"Don't worry, he's stronger than that, he's Norwegian after all" Olivia said, rubbing my back.

"I just feel guilty, he's been under a lot of stress lately, everyone expects so much from him and now I fucked up and added my mess to his already full plate... I just think I'm a burden to him, you know?"

"Babe, this is how relationships work, you can't take just the good things and not the bad things, same as marriage, for better and for worst. You brought a lot of good things into Erling's life and he did the same for you, but life's not always good, he has bad moments too, it's not only you babe, like after losing a game right?" she said, and well yes, maybe she's right.

"Yeah, maybe you're right..."

"Of course I'm right, now look they are coming back on the field!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Maybe Pep gave them a speech because they look ready to kill," Olivia said and I have to agree, they look determined to win.

And they score the first goal, Alvarez delivering an incredible one and they celebrate. Erling looks so happy and into the game, he has so many touches, which is not usual for him, he's happy to touch the ball 3 times and score 1 goal each but today he chose war, for sure.

"That's my man!" I yelled at top of my lungs as he scored, making the even 2-2.

"Girl chill, it's just a game"  Olivia laughed but I couldn't help how happy I was.

The rest of the game went incredibly fast, they scored 2 more goals, ending the game with an amazing score of 4-2 and I was so fucking happy for them.

"I fucking love them! But Erling smashed it! That's my boy!" I happily admitted as we watched them celebrate, Erling was so happy, he yelled in his own Viking style as he went down in the tunnel, shocking the cameraman with the force, making me giggle.

"You've got to tell me all the spicy details, like babe, how the fuck do you handle that? Him?" Olivia asked, curiously, while eating some cheese puffs.

"I mean, he's a softie really... I'm worst to handle, he's the chill one in our relationship" I admitted reaching for some cheese puffs.

"Babe, there is no way he's all vanilla in bed! That guy is the definition of rough sex!" She said, quite unfiltered making me blush.

"I, well, we actually didn't, you know, like not that we didn't do anything sexual but like, you know..." I rambled, embarrassed.

"You haven't fucked?! You didn't have sex?! You have a beast of a man sleeping beside you, all hard muscles, toned body, he's fucking nordic, they are the hottest guys and he's also a football, oh god think about how fit he is, he could probably go for hours! And he's huge, I bet he's packing and you don't-" Olivia said

"Olivia!! Stop sexualising him! Do you like him?" I glared at her, feeling possessive and protective over Erling.

"Oh sorry, love, you know I'm quite a sexual person, of course, I think he's hot but he's not really my type, don't worry, I have my eyes on another footballer" Olivia winked at me.

"But like a girl how?" She insisted laughing.

"I haven't, you know... With anyone..." I blushed, feeling more embarrassed.

"You're a virgin?! What! How!" She said completely shocked.

"Yeah... Well, I don't know, I guess I haven't found the right guy..." I said, looking down.

"And now that you found Erling, do you not like want him to be your first or...?" Olivia asked.

"Of course I want him to be my first but like I wanted to be sure at first, we haven't dated for that long, and then well, I didn't tell him at first, because like how should I have told him? And he kept trying to, you know, and I didn't know how to tell him to stop, and it ended up being a bit of a mess... He thought I didn't find him attractive, or some bullshit, like how in the hell would I not find him attractive, he's the definition of attractive! And I was afraid to tell him that I'm a virgin like I'm older than him... And well, end of the story, I told him and he was shocked but like he's the greatest guy, told me that we will wait until I'm ready and well, he ended up comforting me..." I rambled, smiling as I remember how sweet he was.

"But then why haven't you, since?" She wondered.

"You think I didn't try, I want him but he's fixed on making sure I'm ready and making it special for me... I just want him" I groaned, but continued "and now this happened and he's gonna be even more careful around me..." I looked down, sadly.

"Ah, Haaland didn't know he was so romantic... But babe, he's got a point though, you need to recover first... Plus if it's your first time... It's not going to be easy, it's going to hurt and he knows it. My first time was the worst most painful thing ever, I did it with a guy I was dating, I didn't even like him that much and he was a dick, took barely any care of me, didn't give me any time to adjust and he didn't care if I enjoyed it... He came in like 2 minutes too and I just wanted it to be over, worst sex I ever had. Plus, he had a small dick, but back then I thought it was big, it felt huge with how much it hurt!" Olivia told me and I gave her a sad smile.

"I'm so sorry your first time was shit, Liv..."

"Yeah well, it passed, had great experiences since" she winked "the thing is Erling is gotta be huge, everything is huge about the guy, I swear, so please be careful, make sure you guys have some foreplay before or whatever you guys are into, maybe it's TMI but like you have a be really wet, and like make sure he fingers you first, or well, finger yourself, maybe use some lube too..." she explained making me turn red, I probably looked like a tomato.

"And also tell him how you feel, take things at your pace, don't rush, give yourself time to adjust, the key is communication" Olivia took both of my hands "And don't stress, go with the flow"

"Thank you, Olivia, really..." I hugged her, even though I'm not much of a hugger.

"Honey, I'm home!" Erling said and before I knew it he walked into the room and I couldn't help myself, I ran up to him and hugged him, pressing myself to his chest "You are incredible Erling Braut Håland! What an amazing game! I'm so fucking proud of you!"

"Thank you, baby, but you should be in bed! And no running! Nope, back you go" he lifted me up, carrying me to bed and putting me under the covers before getting in himself, cuddling me and kissing me "mmm you had cheese puffs," he said into the kiss and I giggled, "had some popcorn and cheese puffs while watching the game"

"Did you like the game?" He asked, playing with my hair.

"Of course, I loved it, although I must admit, I was determined to kill Ederson the first half, but he made it up to me when he assisted 2 goals" Erling pouted "I don't like how much you like Ederson, I'm getting a bit jealous..."

"Nah, don't worry he's not my top choice from the team, I also like Kevin, Grealish and Stones quite a bit, oh and Mahrez, yes, such a great guy!" I joked, kissing his pout.

"That's it...? Shouldn't your top contain someone else, at the front of the list?" He tried and I nodded "of course, you're right baby, can't forget the main guy..." he smiled brightly "Pep, the legend, mastermind of it all" He pouted again.

"No, but someone else, younger? Perhaps taller you know, 1.94? Pale skin, blonde hair? Norwegian??" He tried and I laughed  "Hmm, never seen or heard of him but he sounds hot tho, totally my type" I joked, kissing him, moving my hand to untie his hair, running my fingers through the soft hair "I need to shower..." he sighed into our kiss, trying to get up but I stopped him "nooo, don't leave me, you just got back..." I put my arm around his middle and threw my leg over his "aww my baby koala, you're so cute" he kissed my hair, putting an arm around me, and hugging me closer.

"How are you feeling baby, is your tummy feeling better? Are you still dizzy?" He asked softly into my ear, making me smile.

I love how much he cares about me.

"I'm feeling much better now that I'm back in your arms again," I said cheekily, kissing his jaw.

"I feel the same way, I loved the game but I just wanted to come home to be with you, my love" he admitted, kissing my forehead.

"You didn't celebrate with the guys..." I said into his chest.

"Nah, I wanted to come home as soon as possible, that's why I didn't even shower there"

"Aww, you missed me" I played with his long fingers.

"Always" he turned us around, leaning over me as he pulled me into a kiss, or well, full-on making out. I pulled my hands under his shirt, touching his strong back muscles, flexing under my touch.

"Ummm guys, I'm still here...?" Olivia said, scaring us both, from the other side of the bed, looking at us as she ate cheese puffs.

"Oh, God! Olivia!" Erling got up from the bed, adjusting his shirt and running his fingers through his hair.

Both of our faces were red.

"Sorry, we must have zoomed out..." he tried to explain.

"Nah, you're fine, it's lovely to see how much you guys love each other. It's getting late anyways, I got to go" Olivia got up, searching for her things.

"Thank you, Olivia, really, for all," I said sincerely when she came to hug me.

"Thank you for keeping her company," Erling said, offering to accompany her to the door.

"Nah, don't worry, I know the way, you guys have fun! Remember no sex until she's fully healed, Haaland!" She joked making Erling laugh and me blush.

"Alone, finally..." I got up from the bed, walked up to him and hugged him from behind.

"How about I give you a reward for the incredible performance, what do you say, a handjob or maybe even a blowie, cuz I'm feeling generous today" I put my hands under his shirt, rubbing up and down his toned muscles, making him moan.

"Fuck baby, it sounds amazing, but it wouldn't be fair if you can't enjoy it..." he said sadly.

"Who says I won't enjoy it, I don't need to have an orgasm to enjoy making my boyfriend have one..." I said confidently, moving my hand to squeeze him through his sports pants, feeling how hard he already was.

"Fucking hell..." he moaned.

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"Everything seems fine, you're good to go!" The doctor said after examining me.

"I'll make sure everything is filled in and ready for you. Just go to the reception to sign the files on the way to go." The nurse said after she gave us instructions on the treatment, giving me her number in case I have any problems or questions or anything.

"Thank you so much for everything!" I said, excited. I couldn't wait to get out of there.

Erling thanked her too then proceeded to help me dress. He insisted that he can take care of me, refusing the nurse's offer of helping me get dressed.

I swear this guy is something else. He is so possessive and protective of me.

I absolutely love it.

"Come on, love, let's get you dressed, my little snowflake" he kissed my head as he helped me put a t-shirt on (of course one of his), then helped me dress my lower half, putting on some black tights and some Manchester city blue socks, I actually bought them myself, I think that they are cute, topping it all off with a Manchester city jacket, in my own size since his is way too big for me. I refused to wear shoes, so we compromised on some Adidas slippers.

"Thank you, baby, I look like a football player" I chuckled, feeling sleepy.

"Nah, you look like you're Erling Haaland's girl" he smirked, kissing me on the nose before getting the bag with our things, making sure he covered everything.

"Good, we're ready baby, let me help you" he came back to me, helping me up. I almost fell down, if it wasn't for him holding me, my legs literally felt like jelly.

"Easy, baby, you're still a bit weak..." He pulled me closer to his body, supporting most of my weight and also carrying the bag.

"Since when walking such a hard task?" I wondered, making him chuckle.

We went to the reception to sign the papers but quickly left since everything was already paid for by Erling beforehand.

Erling helped me up into the car that was parked in the private underground parking lot. He had his Audi SUV ready, warm and comfy, my seat heat was also on, it was so damn amazing, I could die in this seat.

"Safety first, let me pull your seat belt on" he put the seat belt on around me, then kissed my head and stopped to look at me "how is everything? Are you comfy, does anything hurt? Do you want some water or a sneak maybe?" He asked worriedly.

"Everything is perfect Erl, you already took care of everything. I could never thank you enough for all you did for me... You gave me your blood, how crazy is that and you probably paid a shit ton of money for me to receive the best care, Erling, I just... You're unbelievable,  I could never repay you for all the stuff you did for me since we met... " I said, looking up at him and pulling him in a hug.

"I love you, baby, of course, I want to take care of you. Always. You don't have to thank me for anything, ever. Let alone for money, it's not important. I work hard for it, sure, doing what I love, and I have plenty of it, of course, I'm going to spend it on the people I love. " he kissed my lips before slowly closing the door, running to the other side.

I watched him getting in, putting his seat belt on then starting to drive off.

It wasn't going to be a long journey, maybe 1 hour if there is traffic, but still, I'm looking forward to spending time with him like this.

I watch him as he drives, he looks so fucking good, so confident and relaxed and so opposite of me driving so yeah, I may have a small thing for watching him drive.

"What are you looking at baby?" He asked, reaching to hold my hand over the console.

I took it in my hands and brought it up to my lips to kiss it, making him smile.

"You"

"You're going to make me blush..." he said, smiling still.

"I just love how good you are at driving, so confident and comfortable and relaxed, I wish I was at least 10% like you" I admitted, playing with his fingers.

"You're a good driver, we just need to work on your confidence, stop putting yourself down babe," he said seriously.

"Yeah... maybe" I yawned cuddling closer.

"You look like a soft kitty" he cooed.

"Mmm, not a kitty..." I tried to protest, but I feel my eyelids getting heavy.

"Get some rest, my love" it's all I hear before drifting off to sleep.

I was woken up when I feel arms about me, lifting me up and carrying me inside "mmm you smell so good" I hid my face in his neck, inhaling his addictive scent as he chuckled "I know you have a thing for my smell baby, but we got to admit I smell like shit right now, haven't washed in 2 days"

"I think you smell amazing... And I don't have a thing for your smell, I just have a thing for you, your everything..." I sleepy explained, trying to be coherent but failing as I mispronounced some words, sounding like I was speaking in my mother language, but with English words.

It happens mostly when I'm tired or stressed but Erling loves it.

Oh well, the worst was when I was really drunk, the first and last time I was drunk actually. It was at Erling's birthday party. I was totally having a conversation with him in my own language and he understood basically nothing of it but found it funny and cute appearance, he said it made him fall even more in love with me. And of course, jake Grealish got it on video. It didn't help that I was basically telling Erling that he's so beautiful and that I loved his hair and that I wanted to taste his lips and thought his thighs were sexy and some other painfully bad flirting. I was so drunk I wasn't aware he was actually my boyfriend so yeah, I daydreamed about him, speaking out loud for everyone to hear but no one to actually understand a word.

Well, at least he's also a foreigner. He understands my struggles.

He has a similar thing, but he is way better at controlling it, and it's much less obvious.

"Love your accent baby," he said as he put me down on the sofa in the living room, putting the bag down as well.

I was looking around the room when he spoke, handing me a cup of water, as he sit down next to me "everything was cleaned, don't worry about anything love" he rubbed my back.

"I'm really sorry for ruining your things, Erling, I should have been more careful..." I admitted, guilty, looking up at him as I drank some water.

"Hey, I already told you it's not important baby, they are just things, they can be replaced but you baby, you can't be. And I almost lost you because of my stupidity." He pulled me gently into his lap, arms around me.

"Erl, you know it's not your fault, it's my body that fucked up, which, honestly, nothing new, but really, you should not be guilty..." I rubbed his soft cheek, kissing his cute lips.

"I treated you like shit, I yelled and said shit and I scared you! You looked so frightened... I'll never forgive myself for it" he said, looking down at me guilty as he moved a piece of hair that has fallen on my face behind my ear.

"Did you... Were you afraid that I was going to hurt you...? Like physically...?"

"Erling...I was, I was scared of you, yes, like, I knew deep down that you wouldn't hurt me but I also, at that moment could not control my fear... It's just, you know my past, most of it, and like, you know that I didn't have the best people around me, especially not the men in my life... And well, because of it, them, I hate fights and yelling and power abuse I guess... But at the same time, you know that I sometimes am myself the problem, trying to or picking fights and trying to get a reaction because well, that's what I'm used to, what I think I deserve, to be hurt, I don't know how to explain it, but like, this is how my fucked up brain works..." I explained, playing with his fingers, trying to distract myself.

"I'm so sorry baby, I know how much you suffered in the past and how the whole yelling thing or fighting reminds you of your past, and I just, I did swear to you I would never be that guy, to make you feel small, or inferior or use my male status or power over you, but I failed, badly..."

"Baby, let's be honest, the thing is that we are just very different like this is how you express yourself. You live 1000% at the moment, you give your all, exactly like on the field and you love to scream, either in joy or frustration but it's a way of expressing yourself. Same with force, like, whenever you guys win it's a sight to see, you hug everyone and jump and pull people in or push them as you did to Jude remember" We both laughed remembering that time when he accidentally pushed Jude, so hard that he went flying, on the grass.

"And I love that of you, I love how passionate you are. Maybe one day I'll get over my trauma and become more like you" I giggled, kissing his cheekbone.

"I'll swear I'll do better love, I'll be the man you deserve..." he promised, kissing me.

"You already are, way more than I deserve" I reconnected our lips.

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Period Complications part 2

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I was woken up by an annoyingly loud beeping noise.

Everything hurt.

I felt like I was hit by a train.

I tried to open my eyes but the light was too bright, I couldn't see anything or keep my eyes open for the matter.

I tried moving but my body was so fucking sore. Everything hurt. Everything felt too heavy.

After a while I managed to lift my right arm up, rubbing my eyes and using my hand as shade.

I looked around the room, it was so damn white and clean.

Where was I?

Shouldn't I be at home? In our bed?

I felt myself panicking.

Where was Erling?

I was feeling so afraid! I want to go home!

My thoughts were interrupted again by the loud beeping sound, coming from the right side of me.

I looked there and I saw wires and tubes being connected to some weird-looking devices and well, to me?

I was in a hospital?!

But what happened?

I tried to lift myself up a bit, but I was not able to move my left side.

I looked confused down and my heart melted at the sight.

My boyfriend was sleeping, curled up in an armchair, head resting half on the bed half on my arm, left hand holding mine.

He looked so damn pretty.

I felt myself relaxing and I moved my right hand to run my fingers through his messy hair.

My angel.

He always has this effect on me. The Erling effect.

He makes me feel safe and protected. Always.

When I'm with him I feel so invincible, like nothing can hurt me.

I'm not sure how or why but he does. By doing nothing, just being here with me.

I smiled down at him, he looked so pretty with his hair all messy.

Like a baby lion.

My baby lion.

I feel him stirring awake, looking confused around, then suddenly up, our eyes meeting.

"Baby, you're awake!" He quickly raised to his feet, almost throwing the chair against the wall with the force as he went to hug me, gently, careful not to hurt me as he hid his face in my neck.

"Baby I was so worried! I thought I lost you! I almost lost you…" he started sobbing into my neck.

I was even more confused now.

Almost lost me? What does he mean?

What happened?

"Erling, what-?" I tried asking him but I was so tired and I felt like I couldn't control my body, I couldn't speak properly.

But he seemed to understand exactly what I meant.

As always.

I've never believed in soulmates before. But there is no other normal explanation, this can't be normal right?

People can't just read each other's minds or finish each other's sentences, right?

But this is something that happened between us from the first moment we met.

People always tease us that we are soulmates.

And maybe they are right.

"You almost died, baby… You almost bled out… I was so scared!" He cried into your neck "I'm so fucking sorry, it is all my fault! I should have been there! I knew something was wrong! I could feel it! It took me everything to leave you in the morning! I knew your period came and that you were in pain but it was something off!" He was full-on sobbing in the crook of my neck, holding onto me for dear life "I knew something was not right and I still fucking left you! For that stupid game! And I couldn't stop thinking of you all day, I couldn't concentrate, I was constantly on edge, and we played so badly, we lost and I'm such a shit boyfriend! The worst fucking boyfriend in history! I fucking blamed you for our loss, for not being able to focus on the game!" I tried to calm him down, moving my arms around him, and rubbing his back.

Suddenly the events of last night came back to me, hitting me in full force.

"And then I went home and I was so angry at everything and everyone and baby I'm so sorry, I treated you like shit, I'm so fucking ashamed of myself! Of what I said and did to you, I just, I'm so fucking sorry" He was so distressed, I had to stop him.

"Erling, please stop, it's ok, please calm down…" I begged and he listened to me, to my surprise.

He slowly calmed down, it took a few minutes for the sobs to diminish.

He moved up next and I feel so naked all of a sudden.

I want him back on top of me, holding me. Anything.

I just want him close to me, touching me.

I immediately reached for his hand, with both of mine pulling him closer.

He smiled down at me, sadly, with teary blue eyes.

"I made your shirt all messy…" he said softly, sniffing.

My poor baby, he was so sad.

Because of me.

I brought this into his life.

This fucking mess that is me.

I always bring trouble.

Maybe that's why people leave me.

"Baby, do you want some water?" He suddenly said and I nod.

He brings the glass to my lips and helps me a drink and I couldn't help the tears that start filling my eyes as I look into his stormy blue eyes.

He looks so sad and tired.

He doesn't need this kind of stress in his life.

He was so excited about the game against Manchester United and I ruined it all.

As always.

I didn't even notice I was silently crying until Erling came back, after putting down the water glass "baby, hey! No, why are you crying? What's wrong?? Are you hurt, should I call the nurse?!" He asked, panicked, reaching for the emergency button but I stop him, taking his hand in mine, bringing it up to my face, and nuzzling my cheek on it as I cried.

"I ruined your game…"

"What baby! Who cares about the game! You almost died! I almost lost you…" Erling put his hands on my back, whipping my tears with his thumbs as he made me look into his beautiful eyes.

"Maybe it would have been for the better…" I turned away, still crying, I just couldn't stop the tears from coming.

"How can you say that??" Erling asked, looking at me in disbelief but our conversation was interrupted by one of the nurses.

"Ah, I see you're awake! Welcome back to us, sleeping beauty!" She cheerfully said, unaware of our conversation.

"Let's give you a quick check to make sure everything is in order!" She continued, making her way to us, "I'm going to ask you to give us some privacy, mister overprotective boyfriend" she joked but Erling was having none of it "I'm not leaving her!" He went all caveman, standing in front of me.

The nurse paled a bit and looked at me for help "It's ok, Erling, I'll be fine, could you please get me something to eat? And maybe some tea?" I tried and he looked down at me, uncertain "are you sure you'll be ok?"

"Positive" I responded and he sighed, kissing my forehead, then my hand, that he was holding, then walked to the door, not before giving the nurse a warning "if something happens to her…"

"Yup, I'm dead, got it! Now go get your girl some food!" The nurse joked, looking a bit scared.

"He's… something, huh?" She asked after Erling left the room as she proceeded to check my vitals.

"Yes, he can be… A lot" I admitted, blushing. I just love him so much.

"He's been constantly by your side, he almost fought the doctors when they tried to separate him from you…" she said.

Aww, my boy… he's so good to me…

"He's amazing…" I admit, blushing as she is checking me out.

"I bet he is! Well, looks like everything is going great! No more bleeding, your vitals are normal, seems like you're boyfriend's blood worked like magic!" She giggled at my confused expression.

"My boyfriend's- what?" I asked, shocked.

"Blood. He donated some of his blood to you. You lost a lot of blood and the hospital ambulance rushed you at had just used the last bags because there was a really bad bus accident, a lot of people were hurt and needed blood transfusions and he didn't hesitate to offer. He was your only chance." She explained, gesturing to the blood bag on the right "He saved your life"

He saved my life.

He gave me his blood to save me.

I looked at the blood bag, in awe. Erling's blood.

"He really loves you," she said as she arranged my pillow and covers.

"I love him too… He's the love of my life" I admitted, tears filling in my eyes again.

She gathered her files and walked to the door but before she could reach the door, she turned her head back to me.

"Whatever he's done, forgive him, yeah? He deserves it after what he's done" she says.

"How do you know--?" I asked confused. How does she know he did something to hurt me?

"He's been begging for your forgiveness since we arrived at your house, and fell asleep murmuring about how sorry he was, it was not hard to figure it out…" she explained.

"There is nothing to forgive, he saved my life…" I promised and she nodded back at me, giving me one last smile before leaving.

He gave me his blood.

Oh my fucking God!

This guy is unbelievable.

He really loves me.

Tears were filling my eyes again.

"I got your food baby and tea, baby! Let's get some nutrients back in your cute little tummy!" Erling excitedly explained, storming into the room.

I couldn't help but laugh at him between tears hoping he wouldn't notice that I was crying again.

This time happy tears.

"Baby! Why are you crying?!" He put the food down on the side table and rushed to my side, looking at me with worried blue eyes.

"Because you're too fucking good for me, Erling, that's why!" I reached up, arms around his neck and shoulders, pulling him down with a force I didn't know I have, shocking us both, and kissing him.

"Baby, what, what did I do to deserve it?" He said against my lips, kissing me still.

"How about you saved my life? Gave me your fucking blood! You selfless giant!" I answered not wanting to break our kiss just yet, making him moan into the kiss when I moved one of my hands to his hair, tugging on it.

We broke the kiss a few minutes later, and both of us flashed, lips were swollen from the heavy makeout session.

He straightened his back, rubbing at the back of his neck, looking down at me with a big smile on his face "since when are you so damn strong, baby?"

"Oh sorry, it must be the Viking blood in me…" I cheekily replied.

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I lay on the sofa in Erling's living room, trying to watch the game. It was definitely not one of the best for Manchester City against Manchester United.

There was something weird going on in the team, they were all so down, disconnected from each other.

Really not the best moment to have an important game.

They seemed to dominate the first round, but still no goal and 0 passes to Erling, it's like they were avoiding him somehow.

And Erling, Erling looked devastated, frustrated, running around the field from one side to the other.

This guy has some stamina. God.

I tried to focus but my tummy was killing me, my periods were always painful, but this was on another level.

"C'mon, baby!!" I cheered when I saw Erling taking the ball but sadly he didn't get to score.

Everyone was on him, literally they were surrounding him, all the united players were making sure the ball could not get to him.

I kept watching but ended up deciding to get myself some medicine for the pain after watching that they were leading, because of Grilish's goal.

I paused the TV, and got up, feeling dizzy, something was not right, but I guess I'm just tired, maybe I need some rest.

I took an ibuprofen and got myself my period hot bag, with cats on it.

I went to the bathroom to change my tampon again, for the millionth time today but I ended up changing my clothes too since it seemed like I leaked and dirtier it with blood.

Not the best sight to behold.

It was also one of Erling's shirts, that he liked.

He's not going to be happy to see it.

Maybe I could clean it without it turning into a stain.

But before I could reach the detergent to try and clean it I feel myself getting really dizzy, almost collapsing on the bathroom floor with the force of it

After a few moments, I managed to compose myself, slowly walking back to our room, collapsing onto the bed, lying on Erling's side, and cuddling up to his pillow.

I loved how the bed had his smell, it was so comforting, I couldn't help falling asleep with my face in his pillow, inhaling his addictive scent.

The match was forgotten.

A loud voice woke me up. I gasped, scared when a loud bang followed, and almost fell from the bed.

Erling stormed into the room, throwing open the door, making a loud sound as it hit the wall "I fucking told you to be careful with my couch! Do you know how expensive it is?!" He yelled at me making me wince, trying to get conscious of my surroundings. I just feel so dizzy and weird and everything hurts.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice... I can clean it-" I tried, but he interrupted me "No you fucking can't, you'll just ruin it more, just stay the fuck away from it!" He yelled, scaring me with how aggressive he was being. That's not the Erling I know.

"All the things I do for you, at least have the decency to watch your boyfriend's game and don't ruin his things! I fucking pay off everything and let you live here rent-free!" he continued, making tears gather in my eyes.

He rushed to the bathroom, probably to take a shower, but continued throwing insults at me "the least you could do is watch the full fucking game!"

Why is he acting like this?

"I was watching it, but I just wasn't feelin---" I tried to explain between tears, but he interrupted me again.

"What the fucking hell?! What is this? You fucking ruined one of my favourite shirts?! How can you be this stupid?!" He came back even angrier, rapidly walking to me with so much anger in his eyes.

I hate to admit but at that moment I was absolutely terrified by him.

I covered my face, with my trembling hands, trying to protect myself, sobbing by now.

Everything hurt and I felt so dizzy and my body hurt and my heart hurt too. It was just too much.

"Stop fucking crying like a baby and talk to me! What's wrong with you?!" He pulled my hands from my face, lifting me up a bit, and making me look directly at him.

I couldn't even speak, I was paralyzed with fear and hurt.

I looked avoided looking into his eyes, I didn't want to see him looking at me with disgust so repulsed and angry.

I had to admit he didn't hurt me, didn't use force to lift me up, but still, I was scared.

"What is it, he looked down on the other side of the bed" he leaned over me to pick his pillow up from where it was lying, since I fell asleep holding it and once again got angry "how in the hell did you manage to get blood on my pillow also?! God, this is unbelievable!" He exclaimed. At least didn't sound as angry as before.

"How could you be so careless--" he started but I interrupted him, I was feeling so bad, everything hurt and I was so damn scared.

"Erling..." I started, between sobs, trying to reach for his hand with my trembling one. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

He stopped, and for the first time today looked at me, actually looked at me.

His face palling as he saw the state I was in.

I'm pretty sure I look better than I feel.

Because I feel like I'm about to die any second.

"Please help me, something is not right, it hurts so bad, everything hurts..." I said, crying as I was holding onto his hand for dear life.

At that moment it felt exactly like that.

Like I was holding onto the lifeline.

"What? What happened? Please calm down, I don't get it, why do you look so pale? Do you need me to get some water and medicine? Let me help you--" he lifted the covers, but before he could finish the sentence he gasped, and interrupted himself "Oh my fucking God! Baby!" He exclaimed loudly.

Was he angry again? Did I do something else?

I searched for his face, in confusion, but I definitely wasn't expecting this look on his face.

I think I never saw him look like this, ever.

He looks scared. Beyond that. Panicked.

I wonder what he saw.

I tried following his gaze, ending up looking down at where I was lying.

Blood.

Erling's expensive white sheets were ruined.

"I swear I'm going to pay for them! I'll buy you new ones! I'm so sorry, please don't be angry!" I cried, the pain was getting worst and worst and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I needed him to know I was sorry. I didn't mean to ruin his things.

"Jesus, baby, you're bleeding out! Who cares about the sheets!" He said between tears? Was he crying? Why is he crying? Why did he let go of my hand? Is he angry? What is he searching for?

He quickly found his phone, calling someone.

Who is he calling?

"Fucking answer already!" He cursed. Why is he so mad again?

"112 what is your emergency?" The lady on the line answered and I tuned out as Erling quickly explained to her that he needed an ambulance quickly, his girlfriend was hemorrhaging, bleeding out.

Bleeding out? Who?

I looked at his face confused, then followed his gaze as he was talking on the phone.

He looked distressed.

I looked down under my covers.

I was lying in a pool of blood.

I was bleeding out.

I quickly looked up at his face again, scared. He ended the call, collapsing on his knees in front of me, crying while kissing my hand.

He was holding my hand so tight.

"Baby please hold on, they are going to be here in a moment... Everything is going to be alright, I promise, just please, hold on" he begged.

"I'm scared..."

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It's the Viking in me

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After what happened last week, Erling was very careful around me, not that he was not careful before, he just, was even more careful now.

Always making sure I'm comfortable with everything and taking things slow. Annoyingly slow.

As in, he avoids touching me in any remotely sexual way. Which yes, we settled that we'll be taking things slow, but this is too slow!

I just want him so badly…

Especially right now, seeing him carefully parking his car, using just one hand and easily backing into the driveway, getting out looking so fucking good, like a God, all soft and muscular and defined as he leaned in to get his gym bag.

He looks so good after practice.

Well, he always looks good.

"Honey, I'm home!" He cheerfully joked.

"Hi…" I softly say, making my way to the entrance, slowly, trying to ignore the pain in my left leg every time I put my weight on it.

Erling immediately noticed, dropping his bag and making his way to me, examining me carefully "what's wrong baby? Did something happen?" He asked rubbing up and down my arms, looking down at me, worried.

I leaned into his strong chest, signed in content as I felt him hugging me, letting me lean some of my weight on him. I love being in his arms, listening to his heartbeat.

"I don't know, I must have pulled something in my leg while cleaning" I answered, embarrassed.

"Oh my poor baby, let me have a look" he immediately lifted me up and walked into the living room, where he carefully put me on the L-shaped sofa, kissing my forehead "let me get something from the bathroom, I'll be back in a moment! Don't move!" He kissed my forehead before running out of the room.

This guy is just so unbelievable.

I love him.

He didn't lie about returning quickly.

"Got everything we need baby! Let me have a look at your poor leg!" He said in a soft, domestic voice, kind of like baby talk, which is funny. He has this voice he uses just for me, I think.

I've never seen him use it for anyone else, it's kind of similar to the one he uses for his family, but even softer.

It's funny that people have this image of him, being so big and strong and tough on the field, but he's just so completely different in 'real life'.

"Erl, you don't have to worry about it, it's nothing really!" I insisted, but he was having none of that.

"I'm the specialist here, baby, now shush!" He knelt in front of me, putting his hands on my thighs "which one hurts baby?" He asks.

"The left one" I tried to raise it but winced as I felt it hurt.

He nodded, putting both of his hands on my thigh, over my dress then looked at me "may I lift the dress up a bit?"

I nodded, blushing, it feels so intimate.

He swallowed, then proceeded to lift your dress, so he was able to touch and look at your thigh.

He begin massaging it and applying pressure in different spots, asking me if it hurts, bending my leg to see if it hurts, which made me blush since I was afraid of accidentally flashing him.

I'm pretty sure he could see my panties from this angle. Taking into consideration his reaction he definitely saw you.

After a few moments, in which you could cut the tension, the sexual tension, to be more specific with a knife, he cleared his throat "well good news it's just a minor strain, I'll give you a massage, and apply some lotions, then some ice, and then bed rest for you, at least 2 days and you should be good as new!" He kissed my raised thigh, getting some sort of lotion, warming them in his hands then proceeding to massage my thigh.

And it felt heavenly, I couldn't help but let out an embarrassingly loud moan as he rubbed the back of my thigh, right where it hurt, easing the tension with expert hands.

He looked up at me, smiling, his face slightly red, not as red as mine but still red.

It was definitely affecting him also.

"Erling, you're so good at this, why didn't I know of it until now…" I threw my head back on the pillow, closing my eyes.

"I'm good with my hands, baby" he joked.

"I bet you are…" I moaned.

"Well, umm, I should get you into bed, come on" he suddenly said, proceeding to lift me up quickly, before I could catch up, making me squeal then blush and move your hand around his shoulder to hold onto him.

"Awww baby, it was so cute!" He said walking with you in his arms with such ease.

He was putting me down on the bed, moving the covers so he could cover me up when he accidentally touched my hard nipple, making me hold my breath, pulling the covers from him and getting them to cover my breasts.

"Sorry…" he said, flushed, rubbing the back of his head and walking to the bathroom to get one of his ice packs. Perks of dating a footballer, I guess.

He lifted his shirt above his head then tossed it aside, then undressed his lower half, getting rid of his sweats and socks, leaving him in only his boxers as he moved to the other side of the bed, lifting the covers and getting in, moving so he's closer, facing me as he moved the ice pack under the covers to press it into my thigh, lifting my leg up and bending it for better access.

"I've got it…" I moved my hand over him, taking the ice pack.

"Thank you, Erling, you are amazing" I whispered, as we looked into each other's eyes.

"Of course baby, I love you" he slowly leaned in, his hand now caressing my face, moving a piece of hair behind my ear, kissing me.

After a few moments, I could no longer help it, I wanted him closer, I needed him closer, I just… Needed him.

So I pulled him in, using both my arms around his shoulders.

He went with it, lost in the kiss, I managed to make him half lean on me, our tongues dancing together as he moved his left hand to squeeze at my chest, my left nipple rubbing against his palm, making me moan into the kiss.

"Fuck baby, your nipples are so fucking hard…" he moaned into the kiss pressing his hips down, to rub against my right thigh.

"I feel something else equally as hard…" I mumbled into the kiss, moving one of my hands into his hair, and untying it. It was still a bit wet, by the looks of it he washed it after practice.

"I'm always hard around you, baby" he smirked after disconnecting our lips, looking into my brown eyes, with deep green ones, pupils dilated and face flushed.

"Well, it would make sense, I'm always wet around you," I said nonchalantly as if the information I was sharing didn't make me want to hide my face into his neck.

"Fucking hell, baby, you want me to cum in my pants, like a bloody teenager" he groaned, I could feel his cock twitching on my thigh.

"Erling?" I asked after a few moments of hugging each other.

"Hmmm?"

"Could we do something…? Like, not all the way but just…" I asked flushed.

"Are you sure baby? You don't have to do it on my account, I can take care of myself in the bathroom. We can wait for when you're ready…" he said, putting both of his huge hands on my cheeks, giving me a short loving kiss.

"Nope, I want you now. Actually, I want you yesterday!" I tried to pull him in again but he wasn't having it this time around.

"Baby, are you 100% positive? Your leg is also hurt, maybe we should wait…" he started reasoning, frowning down at me.

I couldn't help but feel insecure all of the sudden, he's been doing it since he found out I'm a virgin. Does he not want to do it anymore? Is it because of that? Have I done something wrong? Does he want someone more, experienced?" I wonder.

"Erling be honest, do you not like the fact that I'm, you know… not experienced? You've been avoiding me…"

"What? No! Of course not! I love it! Makes me feel so good knowing that no one else got to have you like this! I just… I'm afraid of hurting you…" he admitted.

"You're not going to hurt me, baby, you're so good to me, so gentle…" I comforted him, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I hurt you last week… There are still bruises on your arms…" he sadly said leaning in to kiss one of my bruised arms.

"Erling! We spoke about this, it was an accident!" I tried to lift myself up, carefully, then proceeded to lift one of my legs and move on his lap, we both moaned when my crotch came in contact with his but chose to ignore it.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, baby, I'm trying to get better at managing my strength around you…" he admitted, gently sneaking his arms around my waist, hiding his face in the crock of my neck and I couldn't help but gasp.

"Erling Braut Haland! That's why you've been like that! You've been holding yourself back! No! This is unacceptable!" I pulled his face from where it was hiding, making him look into my eyes "I want all of you! I knew what I was getting myself into from the start baby, I'm not stupid, I know you're massive, all tall and strong and full-on Norwegian guy, and I'm a bit on the short size-" I was interrupted, rudely, may I add, by the said blonde.

"A bit on the short side? Baby, you're tiny!" He giggled when I swatted at his chest.

"Hey! Shut up! I'm big!"

"Sure you are, my angel," he said in a domestic voice.

"Well, as I was saying, I knew what I was getting myself into, I love you and I want you, all of you, please don't hold back on me" I kissed his swollen pink lips, and we both smiled dumbly at each other after.

"My smart little princess, always ready for a challenge" he teased.

"I've been born ready" I joked, then started to move my hips in circular motions again, feeling him twitch under me.

"I want to get off like this, can we do that?" I asked Erling.

He shivered, furiously nodding as he moved his hands under my flowing dress, to squeeze at my waist, as he helped me move.

"Baby, your leg…" he tried but I was having none of it "I don't care, I want you now," I said, moaning when he used his hand to adjust himself so his cock was in perfect alignment with my pussy.

I was still in my white lacy panties and my flowing black dress, nothing fancy. I always called it my cleaning dress, but somehow I often end up wearing it when cleaning.

Erling seems to like it, partially because I don't wear a bra with it since it's strapless, and well, we already established he's a boobs guy.

I was lost in the pleasure when I feel Erling moving his hands to my breasts, under my dress, gently squeezing them, without touching the nipples.

He looked at me, asking for permission, which I granted. I love getting my breasts played with, my nipples are so sensitive, I swear I could have an orgasm just by playing with them.

He lowered my dress, freeing my breasts giving each a loving kiss, then proceeded to kiss around my right nipple, teasing it, then taking it in his mouth making me gasp and throw my head back in pleasure.

"Fuck Erling, you feel so fucking good" he moved his other hand to play with my left breast, flicking my nipple and teasing is while moving his hips more determined, chasing our orgasms.

I tried to hold on to his shoulders and back, whatever I reached, trying to go get him closer. I feel so fucking powerless, but at the same time so fucking powerful, he's so strong, I could not compare to his force, he knew what he wanted and he was taking it.

Just like on the field.

I guess now I know what the ball must feel like every time Erling plays.

I was lost in the pleasure as I feel my orgasm approaching full force, throwing my head back and crying out his name as I held onto his shoulder, one hand moving to his long hair, trying to get him as close as possible.

Seeing me so lost in the pleasure threw him over the edge too, face buried between my boobs as he came, his cum mixing with my wetness, both of our underwear ruined.

I was left breathless, and even though I didn't do much, I feel exhausted. I was breathing as if I just ran a marathon but Erling, Erling was barely breaking a sweat.

"It's unfair that you're so fit…" I groaned, trying to get him to stop torturing my oversensitive nipples.

"Same to you baby, you're a vision" he moaned, giving my breast one last kiss before he pulled my dress back up, looking at me with soft eyes.

"I'm a mess," I said, kissing his pink lips.

"You're gorgeous, thank you for letting me have you like this, for trusting me, I love you so much my little angel," he said against my lips.

"Let's take a bath…" I tried but he groaned, not wanting to let go of me "Noooo, let's stay like this forever"

"I'm covered in sweat and smell like garbage baby and my panties are a mess," I said, kissing his hair.

He reached down between us, making me gasp when his fingers touched my sensitive pussy, gathering some slick and then bringing his hand up, smelling it "mmm, smells amazing to me" he says, bringing his fingers to his lips, tasting it, making my eyes widen "absolutely delicious".

"Erling, that's disgusting!" I blushed, feeling his cock twitch under me as he laughed at my reaction.

Before I could catch up, he moved us so he has me under him, pinned as he kisses me with passion. I could taste myself on his lips.

"Erling!!" I protested, giggling as he kissed from my lips to my neck, caressing my breasts again.

Suddenly I realised something that made me laugh out loud.

He stopped, raising his head to look at me in confusion.

"I guess I just found out you're the same, in bed, as you're on the field" I explained still giggling as he looked even more confused.

"Always hungry for more"

"Baby that's the worst joke ever!" He groaned but laughed with me.

"Always looking for scoring a hattrick, also, I see" I continued, both still in a giggle fit.

"After today, I can see why defenders are afraid of you, we stand no chance standing in between you, the ball and the net"

"Heyyy!!!" He giggled.

"What, it's true!" I kissed his left cheek, which was a bit pink.

"I can't help it, it's the Viking in me…" he reasoned, cheekily.

"I can't wait until I can also use that phrase" I returned, smirking at his reaction, feeling his cock hardening again.

"Baby!!! You can't just say that!" He groaned, hiding his face into my neck, I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

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Life was a willow and it bent right to your will

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Erling was half laying between my legs as we were watching an episode of the Vikings on Erling's living room couch. Damn the thing was comfy, I could stay here forever, with strong arms wrapped around my body, making me feel safe and warm and just happy.

A feeling I'm not familiar with. Or I wasn't familiar with, before meeting him.

I'll always be grateful to him. For his love and dedication and his heart.

He's selfless. The best guy I've ever met.

He knows I'm not perfect, far from it, and I have a long way to go, but he's always supporting me.

All my life I've been hurt, by the closest people around me, especially the men figures in my life, starting with my father, if I can call him that.

I've built a lot of walls, and I don't trust people easily, but Erling, Erling is different, I knew from the first moment I met him that he's not like the rest. He's different.

I'm glad I gave him a chance.

Well, he was quite insistent anyway, it's quite hard, or better said, impossible, to say no to Erling.

He's this big guy, 6'4" feet or 194cm tall, build like a bridge, all fair skin and blonde hair. He's a beast on the field. He's determined, calm and collected. He's on his way to becoming the best footballer of our generation but still, he's so normal, so unfazed by the fame or money or any other bullshit.

A lot of people love him, and a lot of people hate him, making fun of his unusual technique or physique or dedication or looks, but he doesn't care.

He's just him. Unapologetically him.

You love that about him.

He's on his lane, he knows what he wants and how to get it, and he works hard for it, every day, with no excuses.

He's perfect.

It's hard to resist, really.

No wonder I couldn't.

Who would?

Anyways that's a story for another time. Back to the present.

"I love it when you play with my hair" he mumbled, sounding half asleep, half purring, cuddling closer to me.

"Well you're in luck, I love your hair, my baby Viking" I teased him, kissing the top of his head as I continued playing with his soft blonde hair.

"I'm literally 1 and half feet taller than you, if someone is the baby here, it's you" he teased, moving his hand, which by the way is huge, to one of my boobs to squeeze it.

He has a thing for boobs, I swear, he's always touching them, this guy.

"The only things big about you are your boobs and your butt" he squeezed the left one, making me blush.

"Heyyy, I'm not that small!! I'm 5'1", stop making fun of me!" I groaned as you felt him move up, using his arms to lift himself, looking down at me with his big blue-greenish eyes, grinning.

Yup, he's huge.

"You're 164cm at best, let's be honest baby, you're 5'0" and I'm 6'4", that's what 30cm between us" he chuckled, giving me a loving kiss on the forehead then, connecting our eyes again, but halfway into our starting competition he started laughing, making me frown, in confusion.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Sorry, just my intrusive thoughts winning," he said between laughs "we're basically in a long-distance relationship!" he laughed and I couldn't help but join him, not before giving his shoulders a playful push (not managing to budge him, damn, he's strong) then pulling him in, groaning as he laid his weight on me.

"Stop making fun of me…" I hide my face in his neck, in embarrassment. His scent is so unique, I love it, it's so fresh and manly and just, him, Erling.

It always calms me down.

"Sorry my baby love, you know I love teasing you" he lifted himself up, pulling me up with him so I was on his lap now, still hiding my face in his neck, holding onto him as he rubbed my back in comfort.

"Erling?" I asked after a few moments, lifting my head so I can look into his eyes. Feeling suddenly bare, naked somehow.

He has such pretty eyes.

"Yes?" He answered, frowning when he saw my look "What's wrong my love?".

"Do you think I'm too short for you?" I asked seriously.

He let out a breath of air "God, baby, I thought you were going to break up with me for a moment there!"

"What, no, of course not, I love you" I moved my hands to his face, caressing his soft cheeks with my thumbs.

"Of course, you're not too short, I mean who cares about height? So what if I'm 6'4" and you're 5'0" and I have to bend down to kiss you, I'll happily do that for the rest of my life" he pulled me closer to him moving his hands on my cheeks, as we stared into each other's eyes.

"We're equal here, where it matters, we match baby, don't you see it, we fit so perfectly together, we were meant to be" he closed the distance between our lips, kissing.

The kiss was filled with so much love.

It started slow but it soon turned into a full lust making out, exploring each other's bodies with our hands, in the darkness of the night.

I moved my hands from his shoulders to his chest, loving the way his skin was feeling under my fingertips. He's so muscular and strong, it makes me so hot to know that he's mine. I get to touch him and get him to moan like this.

He moved one of his hands under my large shirt, his shirt actually, since I love wearing his clothes, I love having him always with me, being his. Literally, since it says 'Haaland' on the back. I'm his and wearing his team's shirt just makes the statement more clear.

Plus he absolutely loves it.

I swear he gets a boner every time he sees me wearing his shirts.

"Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good" he groaned into the kiss, still squeezing my boob with one hand, managing to cup my whole breast over my bra with his huge palm, which says something since my boobs are a DD size. He has the other arm around him, hand squeezing my ass as he moved me in back-and-forth motions.

He's so hard, I can feel him pulsing against me. I'm in the same state, I want him so badly.

"Oh my fucking God…" he moved both of his hands under my shirt, undoing my bra and freeing my breasts as we continue to move our hips in sync.

He moved next to remove his own shirt, in a swift motion, feeling suddenly too hot to be this dressed, leaving him in just his shorts.

'He's sculpted by the Gods themselves' I blush deeply as I see him in all his glory.

He did a quick work on lifting my shirt up, leaving me topless before my brain could process it.

He then moved closer back and began kissing my neck, moving his hands, trying to sneak them into my yoga pants but suddenly I have to stop him.

I move my hands to him, trying and failing at stopping him "Erling, please stop…" I beg, pushing at his shoulders to get him away.

It took a moment for him to realise what I'm trying to do, but he stopped, moving his hands away from me, groaning in annoyance "what is it this time?" He moved you out of his lap, using a bit too much force as he gripped your arms, it will surely leave a bruise, adjusting himself and groaned.

I suddenly feel so naked, so vulnerable. Tossed aside like a ragdoll.

I reached out for a shirt, covering my chest with my hands, my eyes filling with tears as I try to reach for my shirt, with trembling hands.

I feel so stupid.

I just was so afraid to tell him. To break, yet another wall, for him. With him.

He suddenly composed himself, realising what he's done when he heard me trying to hold back my sobs as I tried to dress myself and leave.

I wanted to go as far away from here as possible.

"No, baby, wait I'm sorry!" He reached for me but I flinched, trying to move away, from him, making myself smaller.

"Baby, no please, please don't be afraid of me! I would never hurt you!" He desperately said, kneeling in front of you, taking my trembling hands into his and kissing them.

"You just did…" I whispered and he moved his eyes to your arms, tears filling his greenish eyes.

"Baby, I swear I didn't realise, I didn't mean to hurt you, I would never hurt you on purpose, I swear! It's just, I was frustrated, and you're so tiny compared to me, I'm a fucking giant, a giant idiot that can't control his force…" he said, in frustration and I couldn't help it, seeing this distressed make me want to comfort him, protect him.

I want him to stop crying, and stop hurting.

"Come here, you big puppy, I know you didn't want to hurt me" I whispered, pulling him up, thankful when he went with it, cuddling me, both of us looking like we have just returned from our death.

"I swear I didn't mean to, I didn't even realise it…" he said into my neck, still holding my hand in his, kissing it.

"I know, it's just, me…" I said into his hair, inhaling his scent.

"You're perfect…" he said moving so he could look into my eyes.

"Baby, I love you, so much, we only know each other for what 5 months, but I already know you're it for me, you're my girl" he said caressing my cheek, moving a fallen piece of wavy hair behind my ear "but please, be honest to me, do you not love me, or do you have doubts…?" He asked, frowning. He looked so sad and vulnerable. I don't think I have ever seen him like that before.

"What, no of course not! It's not that at all! I love you with all I have, you're the first person I told 'I love you' 100%, to show my feelings to and you know how hard it was for me to say that…" I kissed him.

" but then why won't you let me have you… I want to make you feel good baby, to do this together, make love… but you always stop me and look so frightened, am I not…" he began explaining the cut himself off, swallowing "am I not to your liking…?" He looked like a kicked puppy as he looked into my eyes.

"Erling, how could you say that?!" I asked in disbelief.

"I mean, I know I'm not 'beautiful' at least not the common 'beautiful' by any means…And I know quite a lot of people think I'm ugly and stuff…" he said "like I know I'm like ok looking, I would say, I have a good physique, muscles but like is it my face? Or my hair? Or my accent? Or something that turns you off?" He asked seriously.

"Erling Braut Haaland! How can you say that?! How can you think that?! Of course, you're beautiful, baby, you're absolutely gorgeous both inside and outside. You're perfect!" I hug him so hard that I think this time around I'll be the one leaving bruises. I just love him so much and hearing him saying this bullshit about himself, is just, too much.

"Really?" He asked into your neck.

"Of fucking course yes, and baby you're so hot, you have no idea! I love your face and your hair and your voice and your body, everything! It has nothing to do with that!" I ensured him, moving I can see his eyes.

We looked into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity, only to break into a giggle fit when he whispered "not even my weird northern accent?"

"Of course not, I think it's hot, gives you an edgy feeling, suits you, plus I also have an accent," I tell him after we both calm down.

Oh God, what a day! It feels like a rollercoaster of feelings.

"Your accent is cute though…" he pouted.

"Yours is too, my ex baby bee" I teased him about his old club colours.

"Heyyy!!" He protested but I cut him off with a kiss, and he happily accepted, melting into it.

After a while, he asks "but then, what is it?"

I suddenly feel self-conscious again, afraid to voice it out.

Erling noticed and he moved me closer, taking my hand in his and lacing our fingers together "you can tell me, anything baby, I promise I'm not going to judge" he assured.

"Is it because of your dad?" He asked carefully.

"Partially… you know, -he- really hurt me, well there is also someone else, I'll tell you about when I'm ready. It's just, please bear with me…" I whisper, he frowned but nodded at the end, letting you continue.

I'm sure I'm as red as a tomato.

"It's just embarrassing, I'm like 3 years older than you and like you've got girls throwing themselves at you, and I'm sure you've got more experience-" he interrupted me "baby it's nothing to be scared of! I don't care about whatever girls throw themselves at me, I only want you! And before meeting you it was not much of a difference, I was focusing on football. I don't have that much experience also, I've only been with like a handful of people" he reasoned but I had to cut him off.

"Erling, I've never, you know…" you whispered, looking down.

"You…? You've never.. ?" He asked shocked. He definitely was not expecting it.

You shock your head.

"I'm a virgin"

"Wow," he said in awe. Speechless.

"Are you ok, how are you feeling about this? Does it bother you?" I asked him after what felt like an eternity of silence.

"What baby of course I'm ok with it, more than ok! It's great, just, I didn't expect it at all!" He assured me, making me smile.

"So you don't mind being my… first?" I asked smiling still.

"First and last and anything in between!" He growled possessively.

"I wouldn't mind that, sounds like a plan" I cuddle closer to him, surprised to feel his cock twitching under my butt.

"Fucking God baby, it shouldn't be this hot" he groaned and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Can't wait for you to make me yours, Erling…" I tease him, moving my hips a bit to see his reaction, enjoying seeing him so turned on.

"Fucking hell, baby, you'll be the death of me!" He groaned, adjusting himself.

What a day…

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Harry filming in Italy - 9/23

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Welcome Back From The Friend Zone (32k) by 2tiedships2

“As we are both aware,” Louis began. “You are continuously complaining about not having the kitchen appliances needed when you want to make some of those random recipes you find online. And your precious waffle maker died recently.”

“Where are you going with this, Lou?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I want to help you out, Haz.”

Louis should have thought this through better. Maybe made a proper speech before presenting the idea to his best friend.

“Are you going to tell me the bad idea on how you plan to help me out?”

Niall snickered from where he was seated but thankfully didn’t say anything.

“We need to pretend we’re getting married and send out announcements to rich people. Like billionaires who don’t know who we are.”

Or the one where an idea to create a fake wedding with the sole intent to receive gifts from billionaires took a turn no one, but also everyone, saw coming.

Additional tags: A/B/O dynamics, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Captain Niall, Fluff

Manips by @melmanpur

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Bodyguard AU

🕶 Forever Yours by snarfette (40k)

Louis is a mega-star with a problem. Harry is hired as his bodyguard. Despite an immediate attraction to one another, they clash as soon as they meet.

🕶 Bodyguard by fuckuharold   (17k)

Louis was sure Harry was doing everything on purpose. He just couldn’t find a solid reason why.

If it was to make the singer slightly uncomfortable, it worked. If it was to sexually frustrate him, it worked. And if it was to make him flustered, it worked too. Everything worked and Louis really needed to find a way to wank, his balls were going blue.

or AU where Harry is Louis’ bodyguard and really, Louis was fucked since the beginning.

🕶 King and Lionheart by haloeverlasting  (30k)

Prince Louis Tomlinson is the first out gay monarch in his small country’s history. After facing a failed attack in town, he understands why. Expect the unexpected seems applicable, but nothing could have prepared him for his own mother’s reaction – a bodyguard by the name of Harry Styles. Alternatively titled: A Prince and His Bodyguard

🕶 Bodyguard AU - The Outsider by Turtles (series)

Louis is a popstar, Harry is his bodyguard. As usual though, it’s more about them than anything else. 

🕶 If I Should Stay by gloria_andrews (31k)

Louis is a television actor who suddenly needs a bodyguard. Harry is the bodyguard he ends up hiring.

A fic loosely based on the classic 1992 movie The Bodyguard.

🕶 Not Quite by emma1234 (34k)

Niall gives Harry an exasperated look, nodding slowly. “Okay…so do you want to explain why we’re hiring Louis? And do you want to explain it without making any mention of his soft hair or ample buttocks?”

As Harry prepares for the premiere of his first blockbuster film, his manager encourages him to hire a bodyguard as a precautionary measure. Harry ends up making an unusual choice.

🕶 Without You I’ll Never Make It Out Alive by myheroiscurly (201k)

a Bodyguard Harry/Football Louis AU where Louis isn’t even gay at all but somehow Harry is too gorgeous with his endless legs and bouncy curls and Louis just can’t resist. From there on, chaos and love ensues.

🕶 Worth Dying For by whoknows (44k)

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Louis says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. In the center of the table, a set of three glossy photos stares up at him, mocking him.

“A security detail is non-negotiable, Louis, you know this,” his mum reminds him, tapping the middle photo with two fingers.

Louis doesn’t look back down at the pictures, gesturing towards them wildly, over-dramatically. “This is not a security detail!” he protests. “This is a lanky college student. In what world do you hire someone like this kid to protect me?”

🕶 Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) by Rearviewdreamer (58k)

When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It’s just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can’t get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.

🕶 You Took My Heart By Surprise by LiveLaughLoveLarry (39k)

There is reason to believe Prince Harry’s life is in danger. After a failed kidnapping attempt, Louis is assigned to guard Harry around the clock. He is the best at what he does, but he has a tendency to not get along with clients. Louis and Harry start off on the wrong foot, but it soon becomes clear that neither is at all what the other expected.

~*~*~

Queen Anne met Louis’ eyes. “While your file documents many remarkable accomplishments, it also contains a number of early terminations. Why is that?”

“It all depends on what your priorities are,” he said slowly. “If your primary concern is protection, I’m your guy. If you’re looking for someone polite…” He shrugged. “I don’t generally try to be rude, but social graces aren’t what I’m being paid for. If someone values being sucked up to over being protected, that’s their problem.”

“You seem quite well-mannered,” Anne said, frowning.

Both Nick and Louis snorted at that. “You’ve only known me for ten minutes,” Louis said. “Give it time.”

🕶 It is what it is by aace1234 (37k)

From the outside 21 year old Louis Tomlinson, the Prime Minister’s youngest child and only son has the perfect life. On the inside its a different story.

Harry Syles is The Prime Ministers main Bodyguard, when Louis is threatened and his life is put in danger Harry is assigned to protect Louis.

When the threats become even more sinister and Louis and Harry start to develop feelings for each other, things become dangerous for them both. Can they make it work between them? will their feelings for each other get in the way? They say love is blind but it is what it is…….

🕶 cut your teeth on my heart by turnyourankle (94k)

Louis has worked as a security officer for years, but he’s handed his first opportunity to be team lead. The assignment is nothing like what he expected.

Harry has spent years trying to distance himself from the pressure of the Twist name and legacy. But it’s going to be hard to avoid when his mum hires him a bodyguard.

More Masterposts

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Tired Tired Sea

 by MediaWhore

FAIR ISLE, SCOTLAND. 

“Did you not research the place before you picked us for your…” Louis hesitates, words like holiday on the tip of his tongue. It’s what Harry used earlier, but it didn’t seem quite right. “Your… retreat?” he finally settles for. The way Harry’s body stiffens slightly confirms it.

He shrugs, looking down.“Not really,” he admits. “Just googled ‘most remote place in the UK’ to be honest. And this was the result.”

Louis smiles, a little sadly, at the sight of this tall man and the shadow clearly hanging over his head. “Yeah,” he agrees, voice more raspy than usual. He clears his throat. “That’s us.”

Harry smiles, polite as he fiddles with his room key.

“You really wanted to be far away, uh,” Louis comments gently.

Harry stops moving, stops playing with the keys, and he looks back up, straight into Louis’ eyes. “Is that what you wanted?” he asks and on someone else’s lips, it would sound accusatory. Louis has many distant relatives who have thought similarly and have told him off for it, so he’s intimately familiar with the way his self-imposed exile can be perceived. “Is that why you left England and moved here? Because you wanted to be far away?”

It almost sounds like he’s asking permission to feel this way, like he needs someone to understand and relate, like he’s the loneliest person in the world who came to the loneliest place in the world to fix it. It’s almost enough to make Louis lie, to make him agree with Harry just to make him feel better.

“No,” he says softly. “I wasn’t running away from home. I was running towards it.”

Harry’s eyelids flutter as he looks back down for a second. “I understand.” He turns slightly to face his bedroom door, pushing the key into the lock and turning it. Once the door is open, he reaches down to grab his bag, putting one strap over his shoulder and giving Louis a side glance. “I didn’t want to be really far away,” he admits softly, “I needed it.”

Then, he vanishes into his room.                          

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter. 

part of the @onedirectionbigbang // pairing: harry/louis // wordcount: 113k // rating: M // read on AO3 // art by @harrehleh // Spotify playlist 

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do you have any omega louis hating alfa harry? or just some hate to love without abo? thank you in advance ❤️

Hello! Here you go:

Love is like this; not a heartbeat, but a moan by angelichl:

Summary: “He hates this, more than anything in the world he hates this. His title, his rank, his DNA. Unchangeable. Fated.

And then there’s Harry, born to be unobjectively superior to Louis and all other O’s. Unlike other A’s, Harry doesn’t wear his alpha-ness very well. He’s clumsy with it, like walking around in a pair of shoes a size too big. His life is defined by uncertainty and tentativeness, and those are definitely not qualities alphas should have.

Sometimes, when Louis ponders it for too long, he thinks that maybe Harry resents being an A just as much as Louis resents being an O.”

In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis has been cold to him ever since he presented as an omega at age fifteen.

Eight years later, Louis approaches Harry with a request, and who is Harry to deny him?

Word count: 13,150

The Unsuccessful Promise by trysomecats:

Summary: At the end of the previous school year, Louis swore to everyone that he would return in the fall as an alpha. He made this promise especially to his arch-nemesis Harry Styles, who had already presented as an alpha himself. Unfortunately over summer break, the worst thing possible happens: Louis presents as an omega. Now school is back in session and he has to return and face the consequences of pre-determining his status.

Featuring Liam and Zayn as Louis’ doting and exasperated parents.

Word count: 7,141 

pray for some sweet simplicity by delsicle:

Summary: Louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. Now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the European Grand Prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. He’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow Louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career.

Or, an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

Word count: 237,269

You’ll Hear Me Calling for You by pinky_heaven19:

Summary: “I don’t know, I don’t know you,” Harry said with a shrug, knowing his replies were dumb but not able to think of anything better to say. “You don’t know me either, so I don’t know why you’re acting like this,” he said, slouching on his seat.

“Oh, but I do know you,” Louis replied, raising his eyebrows in a gesture of disdain.His attitude made Harry stare at him in confusion. Had they met before and he didn’t remember? Was that why Louis was mad?

“You do?”

“I know the likes of you,” Louis said with a shrug of his shoulder.

“The likes of me? Excuse me?” Harry was offended and confused.

“Alpha males who enter cock first in any room and think people should bow to them or some shit like that,” Louis answered bitterly.

OR the one where Harry is an Alpha and Louis has a problem with it - until he doesn’t.

Word count: 42,167

I’m On the Hunt Now (I’m After You) by AFangirlFantasy:

Summary: Omegas haven’t been able to shift into their wolves for two hundred years. That is, until Louis Tomlinson changes everything. 

Or…an AU where Alpha Harry and Omega Louis have a lot more than falling in love to deal with after The Mating Ceremony.

Word count: 56,390

No Chance At All by lululawrence:

Summary: As an omega, Louis naturally had the ability to sense alphas, so it wasn’t like this was an unusual situation for him. The difference here was that this man smelled so strong and so ridiculously good. Louis had never been so attracted to someone’s scent before. Add the fact that this worker whose name tag read “Harry” looked like some kind of greek god with his long curly hair and dimples as he chatted up the older woman ordering currently, and Louis was already a goner.

Or the one where Louis just wants to drink good coffee and work on his homework in peace, but the alpha barista is charming to everyone but him, and that just pisses him off.

Word count: 4,505

Like Candy In My Veins by littlelouishiccups:

Summary: “Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?”

“Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.” Louis pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he was explaining himself to Harry fucking Styles. He couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. “Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about bringing you into this.”

Harry snorted. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?”

Word count: 31,880

We were destined to be together by moonpasta:

Summary: In this universe, you somehow meet your soulmate at age 18. (I’ll let you decide how.) Obviously, Harry and Louis are destined for each other. The only problem is they don’t know it. They’ve been enemies since primary school, but suddenly, fate is throwing them together. Maybe they’ve been clashing all these years because they’ve been fighting being drawn to each other. (Not a coming out fic, they’ve known for years they’re gay/bi/not straight) Side ziam is a plus!

Word count: 6,723

The Tale of Two Kingdoms by larriebane:

Summary: Prince Louis of Doncaster finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time as the feared Hijackers from Cheshire come to claim their annual pray of omegas. He is taken away and transported to a strange country that Louis has been taught as the enemies’ land. When unforeseen events take place and even more unlikely savior turns up, Louis’ all previous beliefs are being proved wrong. Will love save the two kingdoms and form an alliance after several centuries of feuds between these bordering countries?

Word count: 24,603

Swim In The Smoke by whoknows:

Summary: “What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

Word count: 101,778

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A/B/O Fics

Updated June 17th, 2018

Symphony Hall Series (137k) Symphony hall was the first place Louis had felt at home in this city, and he always had the box to himself. Until tonight.

Worth Dying For (44k) “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Louis says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. In the center of the table, a set of three glossy photos stares up at him, mocking him.

“A security detail is non-negotiable, Louis, you know this,” his mum reminds him, tapping the middle photo with two fingers.

Louis doesn’t look back down at the pictures, gesturing towards them wildly, over-dramatically. “This is not a security detail!” he protests. “This is a lanky college student. In what world do you hire someone like this kid to protect me?”

A Taste of Desire (104k) “As forward as I have been with you this evening, I am also aware this dinner party isn’t the place to conduct business.” Mr. Tomlinson chuckles quietly to himself, shooting a subtle glance across the table towards their hostess. “And besides, I am sure our hostess would be horribly disappointed to learn that we went away this evening with a business agreement and not a mating one.”

Harry, who had been sipping his wine, coughs harshly at this. He splutters, unaccustomed to such blatant statements about mating.

Mr. Tomlinson continues to laugh quietly, clearly pleased at Harry’s reaction.

“Mrs. Humphreys promised that there was an alpha attending the dinner tonight that I would certainly get on well with,” Mr. Tomlinson continues, voice teasing. “She assured me that we would have much in common since we both work with mills.” Mr. Tomlinson glances at Harry, eyes flashing with mirth. “Little did she know that would be where our mutual interests began and ended.”

Or, a Victorian ABO where Harry is the owner of the most successful cotton mill in Manchester, and Louis is an opinionated social activist about to disrupt Harry’s world.

Cold Little Heart (194k) 💚💙 Louis is a soft omega with an abusive past and an alpha child A few months after getting a divorce, Louis meets Harry, an ex-military alpha wolf that offers him something -odd.

In exchange for teaching him how to cook, Harry will babysit his son, Abraham Louis really could use the help.

Provoked. (52k) “You’re not afraid of me.” Harry had just retired from his study for the night and was getting into bed beside Louis.

His mate chose to indiscreetly cower away from the Alpha’s arms that lay jobless at his sides. “How can you tell?”

“Come here.” Harry had no sense of empathy or gentility; he commanded when necessary and simply took what he needed at other times.

Louis turned over onto his other side, facing Harry with wide and cautious eyes. He regarded Harry’s rigid side profile in the dark with a mixture of emotions. “I am afraid of you.”

You’ll Hear Me Calling for You (42k) 💚💙 “I don’t know, I don’t know you,” Harry said with a shrug, knowing his replies were dumb but not able to think of anything better to say. “You don’t know me either, so I don’t know why you’re acting like this,” he said, slouching on his seat.

“Oh, but I do know you,” Louis replied, raising his eyebrows in a gesture of disdain.

His attitude made Harry stare at him in confusion. Had they met before and he didn’t remember? Was that why Louis was mad?

“You do?”

“I know the likes of you,” Louis said with a shrug of his shoulder.

“The likes of me? Excuse me?” Harry was offended and confused.

“Alpha males who enter cock first in any room and think people should bow to them or some shit like that,” Louis answered bitterly.

OR the one where Harry is an Alpha and Louis has a problem with it - until he doesn’t.

I’m On the Hunt Now (I’m After You) (56k) Omegas haven’t been able to shift into their wolves for two hundred years. That is, until Louis Tomlinson changes everything.

Or…an AU where Alpha Harry and Omega Louis have a lot more than falling in love to deal with after The Mating Ceremony.

But Please, Don’t Bite (122k)  “Melodic little jingle sounded from a bell hanging over the doorframe and warm indoor air curled heavily around his shivering body for the first time in months. Harry suddenly felt a sting in the corners of his eyes and had to force down a broken sob. Fuck, he was a mess. Such a mess. He had to focus.”

Like Candy In My Veins (31k) “Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?”

“Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.” Louis pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he was explaining himself to Harry fucking Styles. He couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. “Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about bringing you into this.”

Harry snorted. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?”

(Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.)

where the lights are beautiful (31k) Harry wasn’t wrong about that, not in a general sense. Lots of omegas did seek out rich alphas and betas, hoping or planning to go into heat at the right time. Plenty of omegas saw this as their duty, especially if their families weren’t well off. Worse, Louis couldn’t honestly say he’d never thought about it. If that had been his life, his goal, Louis would feel pretty good about himself now. As it is…Louis feels like shit.

.:. .:. .:.

Or the accidental bonding a/b/o fic.

The Triplets Mate (48k) 💚💙

Edward, Harry, and Marcel Styles had decided to mate together before they could even decipher the significance of the act; but now, looking back, they think it may not have been the smartest decision.

Each man has a different personality, and different needs that have to be met by an Omega, that have caused difficulty in their search.

Louis Tomlinson has been lusted after ever since he presented. He’s a pure, extremely fertile Omega. He has a steady job, and lives with his best friend, an Alpha named Liam. He’s perfectly content with his life, and doesn’t plan on changing it for anyone.

Until he meets the triplets.

Gentle Autumn Rain (57k)  Louis Tomlinson moved to London with a big heart and a big dream. Harry Styles moved to London, fresh out of the police academy, with the hopes of helping as many people as he could in his eyes. When a deranged alpha forces their paths to cross, their ideas of what is meant to be will never be the same.

Kiss me on the Mouth and Set me Free (but please don’t bite) (41k)  Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

“…Louis wanted him so badly. Wanted Harry to pick him up, bite him, and break him. Make Louis his, make Louis cry, make Louis a beautiful, plump, pregnant omega…”

Promise me (57k)  They were promised to one another when Harry was almost four years old and Louis decided he would be born on Christmas Eve. Anne grabbed young Harry and hurried to the hospital – that was their first meeting. The next meeting would only be 14 years later.

A story about a promised love that has always existed and will last forever.

And I Wait For Paradise (207k) Somehow, as the delirious jeers ricochet around in his skull, Harry’s mobile slides in his clammy palm. Desperate the intensity does not faze his vision as he keys, ‘do you still believe in forever?’ On fire, twitchy and a mess, the Alpha blacks out. It’s only hours into emotional asphyxiation Harry reads the response, ‘I still believe in you.’ Just like that Harry breaks away from the infinite shards of addiction. Dry heaves, “I’m not ruined, I’m not ruined,” into the darkness until he’s not the only one who believes it.

…or, the one where it’s not the Harry who touched Louis’ heart that comes home, but an addict thought to be hopeless. A paradise above addiction when Louis wins so does Harry.

Baby, Sweat is Guaranteed (5k) “You remember the rules, yes, Darling?” Presently, Harry didn’t give any real shit as to what the rules were, or to anything other than the burning ache for that matter. “Harry,” Louis demanded after moments of silence.

“Yes, I remember the rules; no touching and no getting off without you. But Louis-”

“Rules are rules, love. See you tomorrow and sleep well.”

The problem was this: Harry wasn’t entirely sure he could hold off until tomorrow and if he did, he might just die before Louis could get to him.

Alternatively the one where Harry forgets a few doses of his suppressants and, consequently, goes into an unexpected heat at the Eagles concert whilst fulfilling publicity duties with Kendall Jenner. An entire afternoon of sex ensues and Harry just wants Louis to stay. (Inspired by a prompt from underpressure for the HL Summer Fic Exchange and several late night, rather x-rated, wanderings of my mind.)

bite me Series (135k) 💚💙

Silver Series (323k)  💚💙 There are three prestigious Wolf clans: The Styles, The Payne’s and The Maliks. They are ancient clans of Pureblood Wolfs and they are respected and worshipped by other lower-class clans.

Louis is an Omega Fox spending his life mostly hiding because he’s not just an ordinary Fox. Louis decides to go to the most prestigious University in the country where he meets a blue eyed Omega he’ll forever keep in his heart and an Alpha with piercing green eyes. Hiding from his demons and living in a nightmare can he ever show his true self?

Be My Omega I’ll be Your Alpha (49k) 💚💙 When something you fear is what you are, you need to look within and ask yourself why am i so afraid of myself.

Or the one were Louis wants Harry but not Harry the alpha because he doesn’t want to be Louis the little omega. So much miscommunication that Niall may take matters into his own hands.

Before They Turn the Lights Out (24k) Harry feels like he’s absolutely gagging for it and that’s probably because he is, he needs Louis, needs to fuck him, and soon.

Falling into your gravity (28k) 💚💙 The Doncaster tribe has suffered from the increasing attacks of the rogue werewolves for months now and finally their pleas have been answered. The Government has sent them enforcements in the form of a family of high standing, the Styles, whose babelicious son turns a certain omega’s world upside down. Poor Louis is just trying to get people believe he’s a beta as his family’s life depends on it.

‘I’m not gonna let some hot, spoiled rich brat ruin my life. No matter how cute his dimples are.’

friends don’t kiss me like you do (13k) Omega Louis is a teacher at a primary school. He gets a student teacher, an alpha named Harry, to observe his class. Louis thinks they are just friends, but they are much more.

Going Nowhere Alone (153k) 💚💙 Nothing can save you from the night, and if it can then it was born there.

* * * * * There’s Harry, Edward and Marcel. Harry serves as pack leader to the last remaining house of werewolves. Edward, his brother, finds joy in sex and banter with strangers. Marcel plays along for as long as he can before morals corrupt his act. Louis romanticises life so it doesn’t seem as shallow to him. Being Omega isn’t a joyride but three Alphas are determined to change that.

He’s been my Queen since we were 16 (30k) Louis Tomlinson had been best friends with his neighbor’s son, Harry, as long as he could remember. The 16-year-old was small for his age and got bullied for being a weak alpha but Louis was there to help him. However, when the omega graduated from college and left for a university in London, he lost all contact with the Curly One. Five years later Louis finds himself back home, stalking a leggy hottie who looks like something from his wet dreams.

‘When did Curly get so hot?’

I Know You Wanna Leave (So Come On Baby Be With Me So Happily) (8k) AU in which Harry and Louis work together, Nick isn’t what he appears to be and all Louis wants is respect and to maybe hold his alpha’s hand in public.

I will cover my eyes (for if the dark returns) (9k) Alpha Harry asks omega Louis out and things progress from there.

I’ll Be Here Waiting on Forever (46k) Harry made Louis feel like he was walking on air. He was beautiful in every way and it constantly amazed Louis. His eyes could melt Louis’ heart at a single glance, his soft hands made Louis’ heart race with a simple touch, and the words from his cherry red lips were so captivating that Louis held onto everything he said.

There was a constant buzz in Louis’ veins when Harry gave him that look, the look that spoke more than words ever could. It was a soft fond that Louis fell in love with so easily. Too easily.

Louis was in love with the boy he could never have and show off to the world.

Or

A Romeo and Juliet AU where Louis is an alpha prince who falls in love with Harry, an omega prince from the neighboring kingdom

infinitely all for me (10k) The Alpha Louis’ been betrothed to since he was 14 has finally come of age and Louis’ been delivered to his home.

or: the one where they figure it all out.

Into the wild (76k) 💚💙 Red is supposed to be the color of fate, right? Even if it’s annoying right now, it might connect to something good when you least expect it.

Louis Tomlinson, a mischievous and adventurous Omega ends up stranded onto an unknown and mysterious island, after a shipwreck, where he’ll be forced to learn to survive as a wild wolf. Here he’ll meet an Alpha that sparks an interest in him that no Alpha ever could. Not used to the new surroundings, the new social and cultural norms and the wolves will he be able to live in the wild?

keep me safe, keep me sane, keep me honest (8k) Louis is the Prince of England. All past omega princes and princesses have been married and pregnant at age 18, so his parents arrange him to be married to Harry Styles, the royal family’s PR guy.

King and Lionheart (30k) Prince Louis Tomlinson is the first out gay monarch in his small country’s history. After facing a failed attack in town, he understands why. Expect the unexpected seems applicable, but nothing could have prepared him for his own mother’s reaction – a bodyguard by the name of Harry Styles. Alternatively titled: A Prince and His Bodyguard

Light in Darkness Come Through (20k) There’s two parts to it, really. The first part is Louis being an omega and lying about that for years. The second, much more complicated part, is that Harry knew that Louis was lying about something for years, even though he didn’t know what it was.

Louis being an omega is an idea that crosses Harry’s mind more than a few times over the years. He’s pretty sure that he’s not the only person who’s ever had the thought, but he’s confident in saying that he’s the only one who wasn’t thinking it because Louis is tiny.

Like a Timebomb Ticking in Your Head (26k) Louis was sure that Harry would present as an alpha when the time came. Sure that they would be together one way or another. In fact, he was so sure that he staked his entire career on it.

Yeah, that was a mistake.

– Or, the one where Louis makes a deal with management. He can tell the world he’s actually an omega under two conditions. (1) Harry presents as an alpha (done!), and (2) Harry wants him as a mate (oops).

London is well worth a mass (93k) 💚💙 Louis is an Omega prince of France. When he is 13, he is betrothed to Harry of England for politics. The wedding will seal the alliance between the two coutries. This is their story.

Louis Love (67k) In the all-boys boarding school that Louis and Zayn attend an Omega’s virginity belongs to the oldest Alphas in the school. When Louis goes into heat at just thirteen Zayn has no choice but to watch as the top Alphas come to claim him.

But Louis’ much too young for his first heat and his bright and mischievous spirit is crushed under the weight of his desire. Harry discovers that there’s more to being the perfect Alpha than having the biggest c**k. To the surprise of everybody but himself, he becomes determined to protect the vulnerable Omega, helping Louis through the following waves of his heat as they threaten to overwhelm him.

As Louis begins to accept that cool, older boy Harry can be interested in him, he begins to see that the Alpha isn’t as scary as he first thought.

In the weeks following Louis’ heat, as Harry’s interest continues, Louis begins to open up. But as Harry begins to fall for the delightful boy, others turn their interest towards him - the tiny, pretty Omega who managed to tame Harry Styles.

Mark my word (we gon’ be alright) (35k) “He’s always known that there would come a time when Harry would bond with some beautiful, quiet omega, and they would have lots of curly-haired pups and live happily ever after.

Knowing it and living it are two very different things, though. Watching the object of your affection desperately search for a mate and completely disregard you as an option is all sorts of painful, but it is what it is, and Louis is just going to have to learn to live with that.”

Or, an A/B/O AU featuring an oblivious Harry as the pack leader, a pining Louis as his second-in-command, and an entourage of friends and family who are a little too good at keeping their mouths shut.

My Wicked Flaws (31k) Struggling for acceptance in a world of constantly abused and raped omegas, Louis’ only choice is to hide who he is. The only people who know are his sisters, his best friend and the man who makes his life a living hell, his father. Through a battle to find out who he truly is, while protecting his sisters and himself, Louis has to journey through love and loss in hopes of a better life than the hell he currently resides in.

Only You Can Be My Alpha (154k) 💚💙 Louis has never liked being an Omega. As if it wasn’t enough to despise what he was born into, he couldn’t even be what he was correctly. Harry Styles changes all of that.

OR

The one where Louis is banished from his tribe, and lands himself in Harry’s instead. The alluring Pack Alpha makes Louis question his nature and he doesn’t know how he feels about that. But you can’t fight destiny.

Our love was made for movie screens.  (8k) 💚💙 “I don’t know-.” Harry stops and looks over at the omega, wondering what his face looks like. “I don’t know who I am.” He whispers with a shaky breath.

or Harry wakes up and doesn’t know anything about anything and Louis is his omega.

Severed (5k) He would rather have Harry hate him and live, than love him and die.

The Affairs Of Royalty (68k)

“Shh! Do you smell that?” Niall asked suddenly, Louis shutting up to taste the air. “That’s stronger than I remem—”

“—Holy shit,” Louis breathed, almost getting high from the pheromones that were evidently walking down the hallway.

“I’m not ready,” Niall whined.

The Omegas sunk down into their chairs in trepidation, and they simultaneously noticed there was definitely more than one Alpha nearing the room, but before they could even mention it, the Alphas strode into the class and practically stole both of their souls.

~Or~

Being a senior in high school is hard enough. Being one of the only two Omegas in a fully human high school is even worse. Add two secretly royal Alphas from England into the mix…and it’s impossible.

The Bond That Can’t Be Broken (10k) Louis’ an alpha and Harry’s an omega. They never really stood a chance.

The Heat in a Classroom (2k) Louis is harry’s teacher and he is an omega, harry is an alpha and has a crush on louis but doesn’t know that he is an omega. And then Louis goes into heat and Harry finds out and fucks him. Written for a prompt.

The Wolves Den (87k) 💚💙 Louis is the first born Omega in centuries and he doesn’t know this, an important fact. Johanna, Louis mother keeps him ignorant to his status in the wolf world and makes him believe that he’s a regular wolf. She’s scared of the Alphas that may rape and mate her son for the power he possess. She finds it hard to accept herself and her son into a pack but when he’s fed up with moving she settles down. They found themselves in the lovely state of Michigan with one of the most respected packs in the world.

There’s no way to tell that Louis is an Omega unless you were his mother, father, or an Alpha. Harry notices Louis before he’s even met him, smells him in the hallway, in the classrooms, on the seats. Harry doesn’t know what the smell is. He just knows that it’s delicious and makes him weak in the knees. He needs to find the source of the smell before he goes crazy, but the way he finds the tiny Omega may make Harry crazy with anger.

There’s No Way That I Could Share You (37k) Harry had always been possessive of Louis, even before they soulbonded. This is pretty much just a bunch of incidents where Harry, as Louis’s alpha, gets jealous when other people get too involved with his omega. And then there’s part two, dealing with Harry and Louis’ experiences during Louis’ pregnancy. (Natural birth rather than C-Section because I do what I want.)

With love comes strange currencies (16k) One day One Direction will be over and Louis won’t be around Harry every waking moment. He’ll be able to finally get some space, let their bond dissipate as it’s bound to do, if they don’t mess up again. He can move to Costa Rica and forget that Harry Styles popped his first knot inside him. Until then, he’s going to have to deal with this.

or, They’re Accidentally Mated and Dealing With It Rather Badly.