#haaland ones preferably

[square-watermelon]

it's hispanic heritage month and I WANT WALLPAPERS

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[i9messi]

Dating Erling Haaland

Specific things I think Erling would do as your boyfriend

erling's masterlist

Erling is a teddy bear, no matter what others might say

On the field he can be shown as a Viking, as a monster, but in the intimacy of your relationship he is attentive to everything

He's sweet and caring

He gives you flowers on any occasion, without being an important day

"I want to give you flowers. The reason? I love you so much."

He asks you every day how you feel and if he can do something to improve it

He supports you in the moments where you are nervous, as in the days that you are stressed by an exam, or something related to your studies and/or work

Hiding your relationship at the beginning, wanting to maintain privacy, due to his fame and the bad comments people could make about you

"Do you think people are going to find out about us?" "I think we’ve been doing pretty well, hiding our relationship so far."

But one day, it was impossible to continue hiding the love you both had, so you ignored the outside world and decided to spend time together in public

Lots of dates in restaurants, cafes, book shops and museums

You accompanying Erling to buy clothes, knowing that you were going to "borrow it" (steal) later

Sleeping with giant Erling t-shirts or jerseys

He laughing at how you look with his clothes

SIZE KINK.

Erling is huge, regardless of your height, he always bothers you about the huge size difference between the two

"Look at you. So small and cute, huh?" "Shut the hell up."

"You’re like an arm rest."

Erling wrapping his arm around your shoulders whenever is possible; leaving kisses in your forehead

A LOT of physical touch.

No matter where you are, Erling has to have a hand on your body. It doesn’t necessarily have to be something sensual or provocative, he loves to touch your hair or hands

HIS HUGS.

You showing support in the matches, being the one who fights with everyone if they say a bad comment about your boyfriend

Playing football with him

Erling having patience and tolerance with you at the beginning, knowing that with his height and size, he could hurt you

"Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you."

However, at some point, the two of you get to compete and play rough, which leads you to have heated discussions

Neither Erling or you likes to lose

Silent treatment for a few hours, until the two forget that were "angry"

You always find occasion to sit on his lap

His hands are your favorite body part of Erling

Hearing him speak Norwegian with his family is your favorite part of the day

Learning Norwegian just to tell him things that make him blush

[dreamonseems]

hii, if you are open to more writing about dad!erling, i have a request/idea?¿

maybe like, their son is maybe 1.5 years old/2 and is already aware to recognize erling and stuff like that, so one night, when erling is having a game and you and son stay home, baby cant fall asleep until erling is there, so y/n and baby just walk around their apartment waiting for erling to return and all of them sleep together in their bed🤭🫶

Baby's Wish

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Baby Ragnar can't sleep without Daddy Erling.

I love writing about dad Erling 🥺💓

Ragnar had recently celebrated his second birthday, and he had become the ultimate daddy's boy. With his striking blue eyes and a crown of bright blonde hair, he was a mirror image of Erling, his father. It was almost comical how little he resembled Y/N, and she would playfully tease about how disrespectful it was for her to carry Ragnar for nine months, only for him to emerge from the womb looking like a spitting image of his dad.

Ragnar was an incredibly energetic and curious little bundle of joy. He had an insatiable thirst for exploration, always eager to discover the world around him. But amidst all his adventures, he remained deeply attached to Erling. Their bond was unbreakable. It was no surprise when Ragnar's first word rolled off his tiny lips, and it was "Dada." The sheer adoration in his eyes whenever he laid eyes on his father was undeniable.

Erling's heart would swell with pride and love every time he heard his son call out to him. It was as if Ragnar had chosen Erling to be his ultimate hero and guide in life. The connection between father and son was a testament to the special bond they shared.

Y/N would watch in awe as Ragnar followed his father around, mimicking his every move and hanging onto his every word. She couldn't help but be filled with both amusement and affection at the sight of her little family. Ragnar's unwavering attachment to Erling was a beautiful reflection of the love and care that his father bestowed upon him.

But Days like these were particularly challenging ever since Ragnar became more aware and deeply attached to Erling. Y/N found herself grappling with the difficulty of explaining to their young son why his beloved father wasn't always present, especially during training sessions or when he had matches to play.

It became even more challenging during bedtime, as Ragnar preferred to have his daddy put him to sleep. Tonight was one of those nights.

Erling had an important match scheduled, and Y/N and Ragnar watched the game fervently from the comfort of their home. Ragnar's eyes were glued to the television screen, his little face lighting up with excitement as he recognized his daddy's familiar face among the players.

Y/N couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable, witnessing the pure joy and connection Ragnar felt towards his father.

However, when it came time for Ragnar's bedtime routine, everything changed. The usually calm and peaceful transition to sleep turned into a tearful ordeal. Ragnar cried out for his Dada, his tiny voice filled with longing and sadness.

Y/N's heart shattered at the sight of her baby, his messy curly hair tousled and wild, tears streaming down his face as he desperately called out for his daddy.

"It's okay, sunshine. Daddy will be home soon," Y/N whispered, holding Ragnar close in her arms, trying her best to console him. However, the tears and calls for Erling showed no signs of ceasing. Y/N knew that she needed to find a way to ease Ragnar's heartache and longing.

Making a decision in the moment, Y/N gently suggested to Ragnar, "Let's take a walk around the house and wait for Daddy to come home. Maybe we can see the stars together and make a wish for him." She knew it might provide a temporary distraction and help Ragnar feel closer to Erling, even in his absence.

With tears still glistening in his eyes, Ragnar nodded, his tiny hand grasping Y/N's tightly. They walked hand in hand, exploring the familiar corners of their home. She told him little stories and gave him little tickles, making his laugh fill the house, as they patiently waited for Erling's return.

Y/N hoped that the gentle rhythm of their steps and the love that enveloped them would provide solace to Ragnar's tender heart, reassuring him that his father would be back soon.

As the night progressed and the moon cast its gentle glow, Ragnar's tears slowly subsided. His trust in his mother and the anticipation of Erling's arrival provided a glimmer of comfort. They stood together, looking up at the starry sky, their hearts intertwined, sending their wishes into the night.

And just as Y/N's words had promised, Erling eventually returned home, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. The moment Ragnar caught sight of his daddy's tired but smiling face, his eyes lit up with pure delight. Running into Erling's arms, he finally found the solace and warmth he had been yearning for.

Y/N watched the tender reunion, her heart brimming with gratitude and love. In that moment, she knew that even on the hardest days, their family's bond would always prevail.

"What are you still doing up, my little mischief-maker?" Erling chuckled, scooping up his son into his arms. Ragnar's face lit up upon seeing his beloved father, and he mumbled, "Dada, dada home, miss dada," making grabby hands at Erling's face and showering him with sloppy kisses.

Erling's heart swelled with joy as he watched his son, his eyes shimmering with pride and affection. Ragnar's words melted away any remnants of exhaustion Erling might have felt. His presence had been sorely missed, and he knew just how much his little boy longed for him.

Y/N approached the pair, a smile gracing her face as she witnessed the heartwarming scene. She joined them, pressing a gentle kiss on Erling's cheek. "He couldn't sleep. He cried for you," she said, her voice filled with warmth and love.

Erling tightened his embrace, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by his precious family. There was an indescribable sense of contentment that washed over him, as if the world outside their cocoon no longer mattered.

Nothing else in the world could compare to this moment, where he was at home, embraced by the love of his wife and the adoration of his son.

"Let's go to bed then," Erling suggested, his voice filled with tenderness and determination. With his arms wrapped securely around Y/N and Ragnar, he led them towards their cozy haven, their sanctuary of dreams, and shared moments. As they settled down, intertwining their bodies and hearts, a profound sense of peace washed over them.

In the quiet embrace of the night, Erling whispered softly, "I love you both more than words can express." It was a simple declaration, yet it held the weight of a thousand promises, a testament to the depth of his devotion.

Y/N nestled closer to Erling, their love radiating within the warmth of their shared embrace. Ragnar, his eyes heavy with sleep, nestled against his father's chest, finding solace in the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat.

With a gentle sigh and a heart overflowing with gratitude, they surrendered to the serenity of the night, knowing that in each other's arms, they were home. The world outside might have its demands and challenges, but in this sanctuary of love, they found respite and strength.

As sleep finally claimed them, their dreams entwined, painting a picture of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless joy. Together, they embarked on this journey, united in their bond, ready to face whatever adventures awaited them.

[oh-saints]

Erling Haaland alphabet nfsw

i'm sorry i know you all don't see this coming but i'm missing my bf so much... 👉👈

please DNI if you're not 18+ yet!

A for after care

erling’s exactly the way he looks, even on the sheet; beastly giant. but off the sheet, he’s super gentle with you to the point he doesn’t want to wipe you off himself, afraid he’ll break you into two on top of shattering your world minutes ago.

B for body part

there was one mischief moment of his when he was measuring how big his hands were against your body parts. but there was one that fell into the palm of his hands like they were sewn for erling and erling haaland only; your bum. ever since, it’s his favourite part of your body to touch, to (gently) slap.

C for cum

while he likes your bum to be grope, erling would rather cum on your face because he gets to see you so sexily on your knees, tongues out as you wait patiently for his coming, before swallowing him whole after he came because you like to lick him off clean.

D for dirty secret

the sight of you on your knees as he’s about to cum might be one thing, but you doing that with a pair of your black-rimmed glasses perched on your nose? erling can guarantee he comes twice as much and twice as fast.

E for experience

being a virgin before you met erling, you’re the one who takes the initiative to try all these things you’ve only heard of or read from cosmopolitan. erling, more often than not, happily complies every chance he gets.

F for favourite position

erling LOVES anything that he does in front of a mirror because he gets to see your expression every time he hits your lovely g-spot, the way you crumble as orgasm hits you, and the way your body moulds into his embrace when he catches you as you descend from your high.

G for goofy (e.g. are they always serious in bedroom or are they not?)

erling is always goofy, and you always like his gummy smile when he’s being goofy and care-free and all that. although the sight of his eyebrows set firm and eyes shut tightly when he’s about too cum is also tempting.

H for hair

have you all seen erling’s beautiful golden locks on a manbun? especially when untied after every match where he’s left frustrated? yeah, that thing spiked your level of libido.

I for intimacy

the mirror is one thing, but erling doesn’t like exposing you for the whole world to see. so he keeps everything under the wraps as tightly as he can because sharing you means giving away the intimacy.

J for jack-off

you kind of lifted the level of sex and its aftermath for erling so he’s always suffering whenever he has to be away for so long (i.e. euro or world cup). that’s the only time when he seeks help from his hands to relieve the pain, pressure and pleasure.

K for kink

while he can shamelessly admit the mirror thing, he has a secret preference of recording you (with consent, of course) because he can get to see things he sees on the mirror whenever he’s away. sometimes even better because the film also records your heavy breaths, groans, grunts, moans, whims, whimpers…

L for location

always. love. wherever. the mirrors. are.

M for motivation

nothing is better than an extra motivation for a champion. and when your champion is as beastly and as ruthless as erling, you’re more than happy to provide all the reasons why he should win a match, a game, a league, a championship… and most importantly, why he should come home often from the after parties.

N for no (as in what turn him off or something he’d most likely reject)

the whole exhibitionist concept and its execution.

O for oral

erling swears he’s never had anyone whose pussy smells so incredibly floral... he doesn’t know if it’s your feminine wash or what you eat—and frankly he doesn’t care, as long as he gets to bury himself in the field of flowers. combine that with the voice of a siren whenever he goes down on you? really, erling does not relate to anyone who can possibly describe a v-area as bush anymore.

P for pace

before erling popped your cherry, you’d like to think you’re a vanilla person. missionary in slow pace, kind of thing. but who can blame you for coming way early when you have erling haalad ready to piston his dick in and out of you like a madman?

Q for quickie

you’re a very clingy person in general, which results in difficulty to letting erling go for a business trip. especially one where you know he’ll be away for far too long for your liking. so on those days—especially those days—your naughty side comes out to tease him just until he’s frustrated so he can leave the house later than expected, and you’ll have him for an extra 15-30 minutes. it’s effective, you’d say.

R for risk

erling would really rather have you in all sorts of positions you think you’re capable of than risking the privacy and the intimacy you both share. because with erling’s reputation, he doesn’t have much of it left.

S for stamina

you can definitely give erling a run for his money deposited to the account of your personal trainer because girl, damn it, again?

T for toys

do you know the bullet vibrator that can be controlled remotely from your phone? that’s erling’s new best friend lately. the reaction of you gasping or squirming all the sudden as you walk ahead of him when he played with the tempo was another delectable thing to watch.

U for unfair (e.g. how much they like to tease?)

have we mentioned that erling is goofy and mischievous most of the time? his victim includes you, and every time he wants to make you cum by oral ministrations. the more you squirm, the more you thrash left and right, the more you tremble at whether his touch or his tongue, the more erling takes home another achievement.

V for volume

there’s another reason, actually, as to why erling likes it so much to live on his countryside house: he can have you screaming the place down without police dropping by to make sure there’s no murder taking place.

W for wild card (a random headcanon)

“baby, I got us a reservation in a special place. please spare this weekend for me, yeah?” when you ask nicely like that, of course erling would say yes. it was usually a picnic in a garden somewhere or going to a boring museum, or other things he might not like that much. so nothing was registered in him when they checked into a hotel, only to find a jacuzzi installed INSIDE their room. safe to say, no clothing is required during the stay because they all have been used to wipe off some watery remnants from the jacuzzi to the bed.

X for xray

how many times have we seen erling sat with split/opened legs? or budda pose? yeah, no need for further elaboration.

Y for yearning (i.e. how high is their sex drive?)

it’s down to erling’s schedule, at the end of the day, but you always—like always all the time—make sure it’s worth every other day he’s absent.

Z for zzz (i.e. how quickly they’ll fall asleep afterwards)

despite not being able to touch you after sex because of his ridiculous fear to break you off into two, erling always stays behind until you fall asleep first. be it because you take shower first before you head to dreamland, or it can be because he simply wants to cuddle with you while you’re drifting off in his arms…

[highdreaming]

Masterlist

Hello.

This is a blog dedicated for imagines, drabbles and headcanons for football players that I like.

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💕 - Fluff

💥- Angst

🚩 - NSFW

Preferences

✔ Confessing to you (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix)

✔ You being involved in a cheating scandal (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix)

✔ You send a nude before a game (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix) 🚩

✔ You like their sibling (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix) 💥

✔ Protective things he does (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix)

João Félix

➡ So Happy Together (💕)

➡ Dating Headcanons

➡ Needy Boyfriend - You have a girl’s night out and your boyfriend can’t stop being needy over you (💕)

➡ Red Card (💕)

➡ Only yours - João’s ex-girlfriend constant calls make you afraid, but João shows you that he’s only yours (💕)

➡ Greedy Girl (🚩)

➡ Messed Up - João is ready to meet your parents but you’re hesitant in doing so.  (💥)

➡ Nothing that Can't be Solved - After you and your boyfriend have your first real fight, he apologizes in the most romantic way. (💕)

➡ Someone else flirts with you HC

Erling Haaland

➡ Height Difference (short!reader)

➡ Abuse - Your abusive ex is back but Erling is there to protect you

➡ Jealous Sex HC (🚩)

➡ Big Enough (🚩)

➡ Baby's here - Short pregnancy fluff drabble (💕)

➡ Kinks (🚩)

Jude Bellingham

➡ Toxic Jealousy - Jude is always too jealous and you get tired of it.(💥; 💕)

➡ Side Lover -  Jude gets tired of being your side man and gives you an ultimatum (💥)

➡ Handjob (🚩)

Rúben Dias

➡ Breeding NSFW (🚩)

➡ Giving Head (🚩)

Gavi

➡ Asking you out

➡ Love Trio (+Pedri) (💥)

➡ You're insecure about Gavi and Princess Leonor rumors (💕)

➡ You're pregnant and scared of holding back his career

➡ Eyes off her - Your boyfriend gets jealous when someone flirts with you and a fight follows (💥; 💕)

➡ Threesome (with Pedri) (🚩)

➡ Never Again - He hurts you during an argument. 

➡ RM's Biggest Fan - You’re a Real Madrid fan. Your boyfriend plays for Barcelona. His team loses and now you’re the one that has to make up for it. (🚩)

Fake Chats:

➡ He gets worried when you don't answer his messages and calls

Friendship

➡ Being friends with both Pedri and Gavi

➡ Hanging out (+Pedri)

Pedri

➡ Love Trio (+Gavi)

➡ Goal of the Year (💕)

➡ Dating Headcanons

➡ Fluffy Cat

➡ Burning Jealousy

➡ Cuddling Headcanons (💕)

➡ Scare - He gets hurt during a game, scaring the life out of you.

➡ Teaching Spanish

➡ Teaching how to drive

➡ He returns from the World Cup (💕)

➡ Meeting your parents

➡ Becoming a parent (💕)

➡ Goodbye - Your time as an exchange program student in Barcelona comes to an end. Unfortunately, that means saying goodbye to your boyfriend (💥)

➡ Threesome (with Gavi) (🚩)

➡ Enemies to Lovers (🚩)

➡ Bratty Girl (🚩)

Friendship

➡ Being friends with both Pedri and Gavi

➡ Hanging out (+Gavi)

Eric García

➡ He asks you out

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NSFW Alphabet erling Haaland

NSFW Alphabet | Erling Haaland

Based on an request and because a lot of people asked for this , you shall recieve .

Tw : This is an NSFW Alphabet so obviously SMUT and fluff .

I hope you like it ; )

Enjoy < 3

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A = Aftercare ( What they're like after sex )

He is actually very romantic . His love language is physical touch . He will hug you and kiss you . Most of the times you fall asleep right after sex.

B = Body Part ( They're favorite body part of theirs and also their partners )

He likes to grab things , so his favorite body part of yours is your waist , boobs and your ass . He actually loves the sight of his big hands spread out on you . He was a size kink .

He is naturally so big and has a particular liking on his thighs that you apear to like a little too much .

C = Cum ( Anything to do with cum basically )

He dosn't like the mess so he prefers to just cum inside of you and since you apear to like it as much as he does , it's just the way to go . Although if you ask him to make a mess , he will gladly do it .

D = Dirty Secret ( A dirty secret of theirs )

Erling yould probably want you to dominate him in a way . What can we say ? He is a switch .

E = Experience ( How experienced are they ? )

He is actually very picky and dosn't have that much of an experience , but with you . . . we can say that he certainly is a pretty fast learner .

F = Favorite Position ( Pretty self explenatory )

He does everything in his power to show you how much power and strenght he has .

Any position where he can manhandle you actually .

SEX ON THE WALL SEX ON THE WALL SEX ON THE WALL

G = Goofy ( Are they more serious in the moment or not ? )

It depends on the situation . Most of times he just teases the life out of you and is pretty serious , but he can crack some jokes from now and then .

H = Hair ( How well groomed are they ? Does the carpet match the grapes ? )

There's not much to be said about this . He keeps himself preaty well groomed . And yes the carpet does much the grapes .

I = Intimacy ( How are they like during the moment ? The romantic aspect . )

You are his favorite person . He just can't take his hands away from and more importantly his eyes . As I said before his love language is physical touch . He always touches you with one way or another .

J = Jack Off ( How often do they masturbate ? )

He has a relly high sex drive so he does it almost every day , even though your with him and you have a sex a lot of times per week , he still does it . Sometimes you do it for him .

K = Kinks ( One or more of their kinks )

He is actually very possesive and just loves leaving marks all over your body - make sure the others know that you are his .

He has a size kink ( - obviously - )

Choking , grabing and body whorsip are some of his kinks .

SEX IN THE SHOWER SEX IN THE SHOWER phone sex

L = Location ( Favorite place to do the dead )

He'll just lay you down on any available surface of your shared home . Bed , kitchen counter you name it .

M = Motivation ( What makes them turn on and keeps them going )

Your whole being . Just you . Your existence makes him going . You doing literally anything .

N = No ( Something they woudn't do and turns them off )

Erling would never do anything without your consent . He is very thougtfull . Having your full consent before sex is his number one top priority .

O = Oral ( Prefernce in giving or receiving )

He likes both , but he loves giving you pleasure too . He just can't help it . He might not say this , but he loves recieving a little too much .

P = Pace ( Are they slow and sensual or fast and rough ? )

He can be slow and sensual , but most of the times he is fast and rough . Expect to not be able to use your legs for walking the next day .

Q = Quicky ( Their opinions on quickies )

He isn't a really big fan of quickies . Sure he has tried it many times with you to let some steam off , but he still dosn't prefers them .

R = Risk ( Do they take any risks ? )

Well he actually takes risks . He is risky so expect a lot of public teasing . You have done it a lot of times in the car too .

S = Stamina ( How many rounds can they go for ? )

He has a lot of stamina and when I say a lot , I mean a lot . He can go up as many rounds as you want him too . Your top is like 6 and more

T = Toys ( Do they own any ? )

No . He hates them . No . He despites them . He is actually very jealous of them . You both don't need any , because you have each other and that's just enough .

U = Unfair ( How much they tease ? )

He is a teaser . He likes teasing you until you beg for it . Loves overstimulating you all night long before he finally takes you .

V = Volume ( How loud are they and what sounds do they make ? )

He isn't particulary loud , but he is close to his orgasm or when you give him a blowjob he lets out some soft moans that only you can listen .

W = Wild Card ( A random headcanon for the character )

It is an understatement that he loves spending quality time with you . He just needs to be near you , hold you and talk to you about everything .

X = X - Ray ( Let's see what's going on under their clothes )

That behemoth of a man . . . is above average . Stands in 6,5 inches long . It is thick . It slightly bends upwards and a little bit on the right .

Y = Yearning ( How high is their sex drive ? )

Well . . . he has a really high sex drive especially when you are with him .

Z = Zzz ( How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards ? )

He has to hold you or he dosn't sleep . You are just like a pillow for him .

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[libraryofloveletters]

Anj's 8K SMAU Celebration!

hi pookies! thank you so so soooo much for 8k! - I can hardly believe it, it’s like.. crazy to think so many of y’all have been here to listen to me ramble, hop from fandom to fandom, support me, make me laugh - you guys are the best, truly. 💚💚💚

this celebration is for social media aus only!!  

running from: January 29th to February 4th - this is the period to send in requests. 

tagged under: anj’s 8k series

open to everyone! - limited to 2 request per anon, moots can however many they wants :)

simply because the last celebration I did had over 100 submissions - I will be picking in choosing which ones to do as I do have another things and I won’t be able to do all of them 

***preferably send in prompts that I don't usually see!! - ex: sister!reader, pt!reader, baker!reader, etc + they don't have to be drivers or players in the au!!

open for footballers and f1 drivers only! 

list of drivers and players under the cut!

f1 drivers: charles leclerc, carlos sainz jr, daniel ricciardo, esteban ocon, fernando alonso, george russell, jenson button, kevin magnussen, kimi raikkonen, lance stroll, lando norris, lewis hamilton, mark webber, max verstappen, mick schumacher, oscar piastri, pato o’ward, pierre gasly, sebastian vettel, sergio ‘checo’ perez, toto wolff, yuki tsunoda

footballers: alisson becker, achraf hakimi, andrew ‘andy’ robertson, antonie griezmann, ben chilwell, christian pulisic, dominik szoboszlai, ederson moraes, erling haaland, giovanni ‘gio’ reyna, jack grealish, jobe bellingham, joe gomez, john stones, jordan henderson, jude bellingham, ibrahima 'ibou' konaté, kylian mbappe, kostas tsimikas, marcus rashford, neymar jr, paulo dybala, rodrigo ‘rodri’ hernández, ruben dias, sergio ramos, thiago alcantara, trent alexander arnold, vini jr, virgil van dijk, yassine 'bono' bounou, zlatan ibrahimovic 

if there's anyone you don't see and are curious about, please ask!!

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moots: @themandaloriansdiaries @2-fast-2-curious @lovelytsunoda @mev33 @timetorace @diorleclerc @curiousthyme @percervall

[josdelusions]

please NSFW alphabet of haaland<3 love from Galicia, your writing is amazing

NSFW alphabet

[Thanks for asking, hope you like it]

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Erling Haaland

A = Aftercare (how they look after sex)

He likes to see you dressed in his shirt. Usually he doesn't talk much after sex, but in return he is very affectionate, especially when he gets heavier that night. He likes to give you some gentle kisses while you're lying in bed and he likes you to sleep with your back to him so he can smell you and feel your warmth.

B = Body part (your favorite body part and also your partner's)

He likes your ass a lot. When you go to pick something up from the floor or squat down to do something he can't resist and always checks out or even he comes up behind you and gives her a squeeze when you're cooking. During sex he likes to spank her and squeeze her hard with his big strong hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He usually takes a long time to come, but when you don't see each other for a while he comes quickly due to the accumulated horny. He likes to come in different places, depending on the position, he likes to come on your ass when your back is turned for him, on your belly when he's facing you, in your mouth after you give him an oral and inside you when you're hitting hard and hard.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He dreams of being woken up by you with an oral and also of tying your hands so that he can feel a sense of total control and power over you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?)

Despite being very young, he already had some experiences, but not many. However, he likes to give you a lot of pleasure and he knows very well how to do it. Generally everything he does and the intensity he does pleases you a lot.

F = Favorite Position (it goes without saying)

He likes your ass a lot and he loves it when you rub each other in some way. So he loves to fuck you with your back against the wall so he can grab your waist and bump his hips against yours. He also likes it when you sit across from him, he loves holding your boobs when you sit on him and he loves holding your waist and moving you around as you press against his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not the least bit funny or goofy during sex. He takes on a masculine, horny, lust-filled posture when you're making love. His eyes grow darker and he lets go of any shyness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is very careful with himself, but likes to let some hair grow in his crotch, but nothing too big that it doesn't get in the way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He values ​​foreplay a lot, he likes to touch your body and talk about how hot you are and how much he wants you in his ear. He also likes to take your hand and place it on his dick so you can feel how much he wants you. He likes to kiss and suck all over your body until he makes sure you're really wet and excited too.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

When you're away from each other and he likes to facetime or call you to ease the heat a bit. But when he's in a time zone very different from yours and he knows you can't help him with that he prefers to relieve himself by thinking about you two having sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes to bite and suck on your neck and thighs until he leaves a few marks. He loves to wake up and see the tracks he left and he also loves to kiss the marks.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes his privacy. So his room or yours are his favorite places.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He goes crazy when he sees you with the shirt with his name on it and also when you sit on his lap or wear a sexier outfit, especially when you wear a shirt at home without a bra that leaves your nipples showing.

N = NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

No sharing. He loves the idea of ​​having you all to himself and vice versa.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to receive, but he loves the taste of you and enjoys watching you beg for his big, deft ones.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes to start slow until you ask him to go faster and harder. But when he's mad because he lost he skips the slow part and goes hard.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He usually doesn't like it. He prefers to take it easy, explore his body and do several rounds

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He prefers not to risk it, but if he wants to try something new he always talks to you first. However, he likes to continue what he already knows.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He likes several rounds and you always have to be prepared, because he also likes to do it several times a day on his days off. That's why the good thing about dating an athlete, he always has breath for one more time.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope. He likes to be your only toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease you a lot, mostly talking dirty in your ear, touching places he knows you like and pulling you by the waist. He likes to make you ask for more, to go harder and deeper whether it's stroking him in your wet entrance or telling you what he plans to do to you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He likes to moan and say bad words especially when it's more intense, he likes to let you know that you're giving him a lot of pleasure, so he's not ashamed to talk, moan and curse.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves the fact that you are a foreigner and he loves the fact that you are not very sexually experienced so he can be first in many things. He also finds it very sexy that you work/study, he really values ​​and admires the fact of you being smart and hardworking.

X = X-Ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He's big. Nothing scary, but he's a satisfying size and girth that's more than enough to go deep enough to make you come.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Really loud. He's pretty young and he's really hot on you. He is literally obsessed with you and you make him want sex easily, not only because of your body, but even the way you turn him on. He really looks up to you and makes him feel so lucky to have a hot and amazing girlfriend, so it's not hard to make him want you.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes you a while to fall asleep after sex. He likes to kiss you and stroke your hair until you sleep peacefully in his arms.

[footballffbarbiex]

Too Much

Player: Rúben Dias Words: 751 Request: 700+  |  you / your   |  Fluff please! Cuddles after a rough day

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Rúben wasn’t home when you arrived, but it gave you time to try and shake the heaviness of the day from you. Peeling the clothes from your body was something, but stepping under the water seemed to just wash away most of the tension, allowing you to stand under the hot steam and stream until your skin felt numb and had started to prickle. You couldn’t say what it was about the day, but it all felt like a weight resting upon your shoulders which only increased the longer you remained on shift and a pounding at your skull in such a way that made you want to cry. The only thing that stopped you was knowing how such crying would bring on a headache afterwards and you didn’t need or want another ache adding.

The soft fluffy towel that covered your body seemed to act as a barrier between you and the world as you sit on the chair, the chair that seemed to be in everyone’s room which usually became the middle ground between the wardrobe and the laundry basket. You couldn’t pinpoint what had made today so awful but it left you vulnerable and drained. As much as you’d have preferred to have Rúben home when you returned, you’re relieved to have these moments alone. Rúben would have worried, he always does and with Arsenal still points ahead, you wanted him concentrating on their games and not worrying about you.

By the time you’ve pulled on fresh, soft PJs and made your way downstairs, Rúben is opening the front door and stepping inside. The cold spring air seems to swirl over the floor, biting at your ankles and slithering up your body until you can’t fight the shiver any longer, sending your body into short lived convulsions.

“I’m sorry I missed the game,” you tell him, even though it’s a sentence you’ve said numerously in present tense since you received your work rota and were unable to swap.

“Hey, it’s ok. There’s always other games. It’s not as though you missed much,” he shrugs nonchalantly, despite Haaland scoring yet another hattrick and making a mockery of the opposition.

“Clearly not,” the smile you force onto your face is far too transparent and Rúben sees straight through you.

“Hey, what are you not telling me?” He asks, abandoning the shedding of his outer clothes and steps towards you instead. Hot tears well up in your eyes the moment his hands are on you and you’re pulled into a hug by him. They cloud your vision and any attempt at blinking, while sending the existing ones down your cheeks, only brings on more. He doesn’t probe, he simply stands there, wrapped around you and waits for you to open up. Moments or minutes, you’re not sure, pass by before you shrug out from underneath him and step away.

Your thumbs swipe beneath your eyes and the heel of your hands drag down your cheek to dry yourself off as much as possible as you try to compose yourself. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, struggling with those two words alone as the lump in your throat takes over, making it hard to swallow let alone speak. You give him a smile that you hope appears sympathetic or apologetic or one of the etic words of a similar theme, and with the expression that changes his features into one of concern.

“Don’t say anything yet.” He's careful, hand so close to your body that you can feel the warmth from it but he doesn’t touch you again. He’s done this enough to know the simplest of gestures from him can bring on a crying session that neither of you are ever prepared for. You appreciate the distance. “Come get on the sofa. I can make you a drink and if you just want to cuddle, we’ll cuddle. If you want to talk, we’ll talk.”

“You really don’t mind?” The words feel choked out and unlike earlier where the weight of the day rested upon you, now it feels like shame is doing the same.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you stay upset?”

“A normal one?”

“True, but I try to do better. That’s why exes become exes.” he states and gives you a closed lip smile. “Couch. Now.” he says as begins to walk away, “and if you’re not there when I get in that room, I will put you over my shoulder and take your ass there.”

[fxckingmoran]

~ @tartt9 || a lil starter ~

Sebastian Moran's a Richmond fan - For his fucking sins. His support for them had been passed down to him by his father - Not that he really wants anything that reminds him of that fucker, but he's too far invested now to just switch teams. What's he going to do? Trot off to Man City to cheer on Haaland? It screams of effort. So instead, he sticks to supporting Richmond whilst preferring rugby on the side.

As much as Sebastian's opinionated, one thing that really gets on his last nerve is the shit that supporters give the players. Sure, he's been known to take the piss, but never to their faces and it's probably more to do with his daddy issues than anything else. Which is a therapy session he's never going to attend. So, when he's in the club and sees Jamie Tartt getting hassled, he can't help but intervene. It's just so fucking annoying listening to their wittering. "Oi -" He whistles, leaning against the bar. "You - The speccy twat. Why don't you get out there there and show us how it's done, big man? Considering I saw you trip in the door earlier I don't fancy your shot at the league. And don't even get me started on your mate there -" He points to the friend with the tip of his beer bottle. "Least Jamie Tartt can hang onto a football, you can't even keep hold of your hairline. Now fuck off the pair of ye, your shit punditry is giving us all a headache." Eyes finally land on Jamie, gesturing to the empty stool beside him. "What're you having?"

[dybalassunshine]

Chapter 4 - Search Party

They had been rummaging in the cockpit for a while now, all in vain.

Emi and Leo checked the pilot's dead body while Cristiano and Neymar looked around the room. Neymar scrunched his nose in disgust and while trying to cover his nose, nudged Cristiano in the ribs.

"Ow! Are you trying to kill me or what?!"

"Stop whining. I was trying not to die from this God-awful stench."

"Speaking of which, why did it have to be us searching the dead body? Ugh!"

Emi rolled his eyes at that question.

"Would you prefer searching the back part of the plane? Or the toilets? I wouldn't mind", Emi said with a slight shrug.

"Uh, no thanks. I will continue here."

"Oh great!"

The sarcasm was lost on no one.

Neymar raised his arms in defeat and left the cockpit.

"Oi Ney! Come back here!"

"Aw hell no! I feel bad for this dude but I don't want to join him. Uh-huh. I can't deal with the stench. You guys continue. I'll drink some water and join you in a minute."

EMI'S POV

Damnit! What's wrong with these people!

Besides me, Leo dropped the pilot's arm suddenly and rushed out of the cockpit, calling Neymar loudly.

Weird.

Why is everyone so weird? Like what's-

Oh shit. Neymar went to drink water! It might be poisoned!

SHIT SHIT SHIT

I ran out of the cockpit as fast as I could only to see Leo slap the bottle out of Ney's hand, who didn't seem very pleased by that. Thank God!

Cristiano rushed out as well, bumping into me hard, like HARD.

"Ow! Damn Emi! What are your bones made of, stones?"

"Same thing yours are made of!" I replied while rubbing my arm. This bitch is really strong. Might've fractured my arm, this douchecanoe!

"Just because I said I'll help doesn't mean you guys could leave me all alone there!"

"Shut Up Starboy. There was an issue. Neymar was about to drink water."

"Why is Neymar drinking water an emergency? What even-"

"Oh my god! Did you forget to pack your brain among all the protein you packed?"

He just gave me a dumb look in return. ISTG...

"The water, it may be poisoned."

"Oh right!"

I slapped my forehead hard. Idiot.

Neymar threw his hands up in exasperation.

"Why did you do that amigo?"

"Sorry about that Ney, but that bottle you were about to drink from is the one we found near the dead pilot."

Neymar turned to me sharply. At first, I didn't understand but then I remembered.

I threw the bottles down. Shit.

I just gave him my best stupid smile and he shook his head in disappointment.

"Thanks, brother! I could have very well been dead by now!"

"No problem, just be careful."

"Can we go back in? We have to keep looking for the codes."

Before the others manage to find the parachutes and we have to jump out. Nope. Can't deal with heights. Na-uh.

"Sure, let's go. Ney, you coming?"

"Yeah sure."

Cristiano rolled his eyes and followed them back in. Douchebag.

END OF EMI'S POV

Ozil and Dybala were searching the storage room for parachutes while Haaland was looking out the window. Hakimi was still on the verge of crying, just glancing at the other three men from time to time.

"This is useless, we're not gonna find anything here. I'm telling you, whoever planned this is smart enough to remove any way out."

"Dybala, please. We're trying to save our lives, there's no need to be so negative. We'll find something for sure. If there are no parachutes, then Emiliano and the others will find the codes. Don't worry."

"Sure, you waste your energy here. I'll be in my seat, waiting for the good news. Best of luck."

Haaland turned to look at the commotion just as Dybala left the room.

"Huh. Everyone is being cranky."

"Can you blame them? We might be dead any time."

"You're a really cheery guy Hakimi. Nice to meet you."

Haaland left the room, smirking. Hakimi looked at Ozil in confusion.

"Forget it. Would you like to help me find the chutes?"

"Oh sure."

They continued their search.

Haaland emerged in the main body of the plane to find Dybala sitting in his seat, seemingly unbothered. Harry, Ramos, and Di Maria were looking around and under the seats, probably looking for any clues. Meanwhile, Kylian had found a packet of nachos and was busy munching on them. Haaland looked between Dybala and Kylian and decided to sit with the latter.

HAALAND'S POV

"So, uh, Kylian... Hi."

"Hey man", Kylian replied with a mouth full of chips.

"Yeah, so... what are you doing?"

I cringed visibly at that sentence. Conversation starters are not my specialty after all.

Kylian didn't seem to mind, as he quickly swallowed the chips and smiled at me. Weird. I would've roasted him.

"Uh, nothing much. Just found these chips in Emi's bag. Felt hungry so I ate them. Hope he won't mind."

Good luck with that. If I had noticed anything during this painfully long flight, it was that Emi didn't seem to like Kylian very much.

"You find any chutes back there?"

"Yeah, no. That ain't happening."

"Well, shit."

"Why? It doesn't seem that bad to me. I mean, I agree with Dybala. Maybe we should run with it, you know?"

"Wow. You change fast", he said while laughing. What does he mean by that? Weird man...

"I mean, you were the one calling us out on not acting, now you're telling me you want to 'go with the flow'?"

He must've judged by my face that I didn't understand his accusation.

"I thought we could get away easily but Dybala is right. Whoever planned this is very clever. I bet they're not gonna find the codes either."

"WE FOUND THE DAMN CODES!!"

Shit.

[dreamonseems]

TMI

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: A Paparazzi, captures a photo of Erling with his hand wrapped around Readers neck.

Literally, I was thinking about this, so I had to write lol

Y/N and Erling's date night had an air of excitement and anticipation. They dressed up in their best attire, both looking stunning as they stepped into the dimly lit Italian restaurant. The soft glow of the candles reflected in their eyes, mirroring the spark and affection they held for each other.

As they sat at their favorite table, Y/N's hand found its way into Erling's, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. Their connection was palpable, a blend of love, trust, and shared dreams. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, laughter filling the air, as they relished the joy of each other's company.

Erling, a renowned footballer, cherished the fact that Y/N loved him for who he truly was, beyond his fame and success. Their relationship was a sanctuary, shielded from the prying eyes of the world. Y/N's desire for privacy resonated with Erling, who valued his personal life and cherished the moments they could escape the public eye.

Though occasionally spotted by paparazzi during their outings, they reveled in the fact that the world knew little about the intricacies of their romance. They preferred to keep their love story sacred and intimate, away from the scrutiny and speculation that often accompanied celebrity relationships.

Together, they created a sanctuary, a space where their love could flourish and grow, shielded from external influences. They found solace in the moments shared only between them, the whispers of endearments, and the stolen glances that conveyed volumes of unspoken affection.

Y/N and Erling were two souls who had found solace in each other's embrace, basking in the warmth of a love that felt destined to endure. Their journey was one of passion, trust, and the unyielding belief that they were destined to be each other's forever. And on this enchanting date night, as they savored the delectable flavors of Italian cuisine, their love story continued to unfold, a secret world only they knew, and a bond that grew stronger with each passing moment.

Y/N and Erling made their way through the dimly lit parking lot, their hearts still racing from the electrifying energy that had filled their date night. The air was thick with desire, and Y/N couldn't help but continue her teasing antics, her fingertips grazing Erling's arm, sending shivers down his spine.

In the secluded darkness, away from prying eyes, Erling's restraint began to wane. He couldn't resist the allure of Y/N's playful advances any longer. With a surge of passion, he gently pushed her against the car, his lips finding her neck, tracing a tantalizing path with each lingering kiss.

"You're being quite naughty tonight, baby," Erling whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending waves of excitement coursing through Y/N's body. Unable to contain her delight, she let out a mischievous giggle, relishing in the thrilling tension between them.

"What are you going to do about it?" Y/N provocatively challenged, her eyes dancing with a mixture of playfulness and desire. The words hung in the air, charged with anticipation, as Erling's hand wrapped around her neck, exerting a gentle but thrilling pressure.

A pleasurable gasp escaped Y/N's lips as Erling's touch sent tremors of pleasure through her being. "I'll have you begging for me tonight," he declared, his voice laced with a seductive promise that made her knees weaken.

Y/N's moan of satisfaction mingled with the night air, her hands instinctively finding their place, entwining with Erling's firm grasp on her neck. The intensity of their connection heightened as they savored the thrilling intimacy they shared.

As the intoxicating moment lingered, Y/N's eagerness grew. "Let's quickly go home, please. I'm excited," she pleaded, her voice filled with anticipation, her eyes sparkling with a combination of desire and anticipation.

Without hesitation, they swiftly retreated to their car, ready to indulge in the passionate culmination of their night. Unbeknownst to them, hidden within the shadows, a lurking paparazzo had captured a fleeting snapshot of Erling with his hand wrapped around Y/N's neck.

Little did they know, this stolen image would soon become the subject of public scrutiny, threatening to expose the depths of their private desires to a world eager for scandal.

A couple of days had passed since their enchanting date, and Y/N found herself at home, engulfed in the comfort of her surroundings. Erling, on the other hand, was diligently pouring his energy into training, unaware of the brewing storm.

As Y/N watched a talk show on TV, captivated by the host's lively banter, her world would soon be shattered by the unexpected intrusion of the damning photographs.

The images flashed on the screen, accompanied by the host's sensational commentary, painting Erling as an abuser.

Y/N's heart plummeted, panic coursing through her veins. She frantically reached for her phone, only to be met with a deluge of notifications and social media posts, each one more scathing than the last.

The virtual world was ablaze, condemning Erling, branding him as a perpetrator, and demanding his expulsion from Manchester City. Y/N stood frozen, caught in a storm of confusion and despair, unsure of how to navigate this treacherous terrain.

With trembling anticipation, Y/N awaited Erling's return home. Minutes later, the front door swung open, and Erling rushed in, exhaustion etched across his face. "Did you see the photos? I had to leave practice early because of this scandal," he lamented, rubbing away the stress that threatened to consume him.

Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, Y/N couldn't hold back any longer. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she hurriedly approached Erling, seeking solace in his warm embrace. "What are we going to do?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and vulnerability.

Erling's gaze softened as he caressed her face, a weight of guilt hanging heavy in his eyes. "I don't know, baby. I'm sorry we're in this situation. It's all my fault," he confessed, burdened by a sense of responsibility.

Y/N gently pulled away from his grasp, her tearful eyes locking with his. Determination flickered in her gaze, fueled by a love that refused to falter. "No, Erling, it's not your fault," she asserted, her voice unwavering. "We were simply having a private date night, unaware that anyone was lurking. Those accusations are untrue, and those people don't know us or our relationship. They fail to see the remarkable man you are, how you care for me, and the lengths you would go to protect me. I love you, and I won't allow you to blame yourself."

In that moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Y/N stood as Erling's pillar of strength. With unwavering conviction, she vowed to weather the storm by his side, defending their love against the distorted judgments of the world.

As night fell, an air of tension hung heavy in Erling's home. His father and management team had gathered, summoned by the urgent need to strategize their response to the scandal that had thrust itself upon Erling's previously untarnished reputation. The room buzzed with hushed conversations and furrowed brows, reflecting the gravity of the situation.

Erling had always prided himself on being a beacon of virtue in the footballing world, never succumbing to the vices that often enticed his peers. He was a man of discipline, dedication, and unwavering focus on his craft. The mere thought of being embroiled in a scandal seemed unimaginable to him, like a cruel twist of fate that defied his very nature.

And yet, here he was, confronted with the harsh reality that his pristine image had been shattered, tarnished by a narrative spun from a single, ill-fated set of photographs. It was a bitter pill to swallow, an unwelcome intrusion into a life that had been meticulously curated for success and adoration.

But what pained Erling even more was the fact that Y/N, the person he cherished above all else, had been unwillingly dragged into this maelstrom of controversy. He had always sought to shield her from harm, to protect her from the harsh glare of the public eye. The thought of her being caught in the crossfire of scrutiny and judgment gnawed at his very soul.

As the discussion unfolded, Erling sat silently, his face a canvas of conflicting emotions. Guilt gnawed at him, even though he knew deep down that he was not responsible for the invasive intrusion that had led to this predicament. He cast his gaze toward Y/N, her unwavering support and love radiating from her amidst the storm.

In that moment, Erling resolved to weather the tempest together with his loved ones. He would lean on the guidance of his father and the expertise of his management team, as they navigated the treacherous waters of public perception. And above all, he would stand as Y/N's steadfast protector, shielding her from the fallout of the scandal and reaffirming their love against the raging currents of controversy.

After countless discussions and intense deliberation with his management team, a decision was reached: Erling and Y/N would face the glaring media spotlight head-on through a press conference. It was an unprecedented step, one that held both hope and trepidation within its grasp. The stage was set, and the world awaited their truth.

Initially, Erling vehemently resisted the notion of involving Y/N in this crucible of public scrutiny. He feared the repercussions, the potential backlash that could rain down upon them like a merciless storm. He yearned to shield her from the jagged edges of the media's judgment, to preserve her innocence and protect her from the hurt that might ensue.

But Y/N, in her unwavering resolve and unwavering belief in their shared strength, refused to be silenced or relegated to the sidelines. She stood firm, her eyes filled with determination, insisting that they face the world as a united front. Together, they would unveil the truth, dismantling the distorted narratives that had taken root in the fertile soil of speculation.

And so, with their hearts entwined and their resolve unyielding, the press conference was set in motion. It would be the crucible wherein Erling and Y/N would lay bare their souls, unveiling the truth with unwavering honesty. Side by side, they would stand, prepared to weather the storm of questions, accusations, and judgments that awaited them.

In the days leading up to the press conference, emotions ran high. Erling felt the weight of responsibility press heavily upon his shoulders. He grappled with self-doubt, questioning whether he had made the right decision, whether he was leading Y/N down a treacherous path. But Y/N, steadfast and resolute, continued to emanate a quiet strength that reassured Erling and steeled his resolve.

As the day of reckoning arrived, Erling and Y/N stood side by side, their hands intertwined, fingers laced tightly together as if clinging to one another for support. The room was abuzz with anticipation, cameras flashing, and reporters eager to capture every word and expression.

With the weight of the world upon them, they stepped forward onto the stage, their hearts pounding in unison. The room fell into a hushed silence as they faced the sea of eager faces, a collective breath held in anticipation of their truth.

Together, they spoke with unwavering conviction, recounting the events with transparent honesty. They shared their love story, their vulnerabilities, and the unwavering commitment that had brought them through this tumultuous storm.

They dismantled the distorted narratives, their words piercing through the darkness, illuminating the truth that lay beneath.

As the press conference neared its end, allowing reporters to voice their inquiries, the room buzzed with anticipation. One reporter, their voice laced with curiosity and skepticism, posed a question that lingered heavily in the air, demanding a response: Why was Erling's hand wrapped around Y/N's neck?

Before Erling could even formulate a response, Y/N's unwavering voice cut through the silence, taking charge of the narrative with a bold declaration. "Because I like it," she proclaimed, her gaze locked with the reporter's. In that moment, her words resonated with a potent mixture of confidence and self-assuredness.

She stood as a testament to the vitality of their youthful relationship, unafraid to embrace the exhilaration that came from relinquishing control to one another. Her words hung in the air, leaving a trail of intrigue and fascination.

Erling, his heart swelling with pride, gazed at Y/N in awe, marveling at her courage and unwavering support. Her audacity only deepened his love for her, reigniting the flame that burned fiercely within him.

It was in that moment that he realized the power of their bond, the strength of their love, and the realization that they owed no one an explanation or justification for their intimacy.

With newfound clarity, Erling stepped forward, ready to reclaim their narrative, to defy the notion of public scrutiny. "Enough," he declared, his voice resonating with unwavering conviction. "Initially, I believed this press conference was necessary to protect my girlfriend and the club from these baseless accusations. But now, I see that it doesn't matter. We shouldn't have to bow down to public opinion or cater to their thirst for scandal."

His words echoed through the room, shattering the expectations that had constrained them. Erling's gaze pierced through the collective gaze of the reporters, unyielding and filled with unwavering love for Y/N. He continued, "There are only two people in this relationship: Y/N and me. We share a love that knows no bounds, a bond built on trust, respect, and absolute faith. I adore her, and I would never inflict harm upon her. Likewise, she would never be with someone who would abuse her in any way."

Erling's words hung in the air, charged with defiance and authenticity. He refused to be a pawn in the media's game, rejecting the notion that they owed anyone an apology for being young and adventurous.

Instead, he shifted the blame to the despicable photographer who had sold those intimate moments for personal gain, urging them to take responsibility for their actions.

With a sense of finality, Erling rose from his seat, reaching for Y/N's hand with a tender grip. In that moment, he made a bold statement, leaving the room astonished and silenced by his unwavering resolve.

"If you will excuse us," Erling announced, his voice carrying the weight of their love, "I will be leaving with my beautiful girlfriend, and together we will retreat to the sanctuary of our love, where I will shower her with affection and shield her from the cruelty of this world."

Without looking back, Erling guided Y/N out of the room, their departure marking a triumph over judgment, a defiance against those who sought to tarnish their bond. As they walked away, hand in hand, they left behind a room brimming with disbelief and a newfound appreciation for the new power couple.

[i9messi]

I'm in the mood to write ANYTHING about Erling Haaland, Pedri Gonzalez, Pablo Gavi, Ferran Torres, Julián Álvarez, Enzo Fernández, Mason Mount, João Felix, so if you have any cute idea feel free to send them to me. I'll do blurbs, drabbles, one shots, preferences, etc. my requests are open!

[julianalvarez9]

bukayo juli and martin being nominated caught me offguard but got me hyped if u get what i mean!!!! erling for the ballon d'or for me if i'm being fr! honestly happy for every player nominated 🌟🌟

happy for them too!!!!! in my head there's no chance other than messi to win it after what he's done this season but i won't be mad if haaland gets it (although i'd prefer kdb to win it instead? but i know erling is the one with most chances between all the city players)

[bbgmessi]

O!Erling and A! Odegaard enjoying a lazy Saturday Morning:

Martin is frustrated after yesterday's game and feels like he failed his team despite his trying his best. Man City is quickly climbing the ladder behind Arsenal, and Erling(though elated) is understanding of his boyfriend's feelings

He gets up early and makes him a breakfast in bed with all his fav things.

(IDK much about Norwegian food Lefse was very good but I have the weirdest food preferences so you help me w what you think Martin would like but whatever it is Erling makes it)

(do swedish ppl and norwegian ppl eat similar food? Sorry for the proximity bias lol)

Martin is upset at first waking up alone

But he hears his man in the kitchen and calms himself down

I headcannon Erling doesn’t like breakfast food so maybe he makes himself a mini pizza

Erling’s hatred of breakfast would always make martin laugh bc its very out of character for him

Erling bringing up the food 

They are silent until theyre half way done w their meal

Alot to unpack

Some media sources contributing their shit performance due to his “distraction” aka his relationship w Erling

A LOAD of online hate from supporters and opponents

Fans worried Erling is tryng to sabotage him mentally so Arsenal fumbles the league

Opponents just saying this is what happens when you sleep w S*ts 

Live love twitter trolls you know. 

Erling reaffirms that he was the heart of the game and that he did his best 

Real fans still love him and if he wants to do better he needs to keep his head up

Martin in turn checking on haaland bc of the missed pk

Erling’s dm’s always weird b/c 50% normal hate 

Like ppl saying hes a machine and he ran out of oil and thats why he missed the shot (Completely igoring his other goal)

Others saying its an example of omegas craking underpressure

Hyperanlysing the kick and saying its indicative of a bad future 

Despite the fact that its like the only goal he’s missed????

Twats

Some fans want an end to their relationship bc it stresses THEM out as if Erling’s personal life is their business

The Erling are Marting are in love and trolls wont change that 

 Martin is very appreciative of his boyfriend’s gesture  and he show it.

The two usually have such strict schedules but for now they’ll relax with their food and a harry potter marathon (I see them adopting a yellow lab so perhaps their dog is in bed watching with them.

ok before answering the hcs i’m so fascinated by u anon when did u try lefse ❤️ we do eat some similar food but not all but also i like to hand wave around it and claim scandinavian privilege for fic purposes❤️ (sometimes i just make up what fits my ideas best. it’s my universe now)

martin knowing disappointment so well, he’s lost enough games with norway, spent enough time loaned out from rm and all that so arsenal kinda choking is such a dark but familiar feeling for him 😔 so erling tries his hardest to help him relax by making breakfast for him… it’d be so funny if erling was like hey babe did you see what they’re saying about us. and martin is all. you shouldn’t read that you know but erling just finds it funny how much people hate him so he’ll read out loud from his phone about how people think he has an evil master plan to destroy martins psyche so city can come out on top (as if i’d do that to team norway.. fuck up our team dynamic forever just for that… he sighs)

also about the penalty kick.. that was like the first one he’s missed in what two years??? but people are tearing him DOWN over it, and martin can sense that he doesn’t really find it that funny anymore. maybe it’s getting to him a little:(( like erling is not even twenty three and he’s trying and working SO hard and martin makes sure he knows that it’s appreciated but trolls online are SO harsh. they both just need a pick me up lol

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When Kimora Toledo was a little girl, she and her mother Malisha would make the hour-long drive from Albuquerque, New Mexico, to Jemez Pueblo at least once a month. Malisha, who is from Jemez and Tesuque Pueblos, had moved her family to Albuquerque for a better job, but her father was a Jemez medicine man and it was important to her that Kimora be immersed in that heritage. On one of those visits to Jemez, Malisha remembers dancing alongside Kimora – who’s Jemez, Tesuque, Diné and Black – during the feast day celebrations. She hoped it would be the first of many times they’d dance together.

But Malisha battled a criminal record and her ex, Kimora’s father, managed to gain custody over Kimora and her younger brother. The two children would spend several years living at their dad’s house in Albuquerque, without those monthly visits to the pueblo.

When Kimora was 11, the New Mexico children, youth and families department removed her from her father’s home over abuse she was experiencing. Kimora would spend the next three years in and out of group homes and rehabilitation centers, eventually landing in foster care when she asked not to be returned to her father’s.

Kimora had never felt more disconnected from her culture and traditional ways of healing. Her foster mother, a Mexican woman, suggested Kimora take Spanish as an elective in school. But Kimora desperately missed her mother and grandfather, and the language they’d spoken during her childhood. “I missed a lot of my childhood and our traditions,” she said, just weeks before her seventeenth birthday.

Kimora and her mother didn’t know it then, but, as a Native American child, Kimora should have never ended up in foster care the way that she did.

This month, the US supreme court will consider the future of families like Kimora and Malisha’s. On 9 November, the court will hear oral arguments in Haaland v Brackeen, a case challenging the constitutionality of the Indian Child Welfare Act. Designed to keep Native American children in their communities during custody, foster care and adoption proceedings, ICWA was passed in 1978 in response to the mass separations of families that had been customary since the 19th century. Many Native American activists are worried for the future of ICWA, given the rightwing composition of the supreme court. Some – like Kimora and Malisha – are also working to enshrine it in local law.

Remedying a policy of destruction

In 1860, the Bureau of Indian Affairs opened the first of what would become more than 350 American Indian boarding schools, with the intention of “civilizing” Native American children – an assimilationist policy regarded by many as “cultural genocide” today. By the 1920s, nearly 83% of school-age Native American children were enrolled in boarding schools, where a government report found they were malnourished, overworked, harshly punished and poorly educated. As boarding school attendance increased into the 1960s and 70s – peaking at 60,000 in 1973 – the US government rolled out another program, called the Indian Adoption Project. It ended up placing 395 Native American children from western states with white families in the midwest and east coast.

By the 1970s, data showed that 25% to 35% of Native children had been removed from their families during the boarding school era, leading to the passage of the Indian Child Welfare Act in 1978. According to the law, states are required to follow protocols when handling certain custody cases involving a Native child, including involving the tribe in the proceedings. Perhaps most notably, ICWA also establishes a placement preference system, requiring child welfare agencies to try to keep Native children within their communities – by placing them, for example, with extended family or with a foster family in their own tribe – to ensure that they do not lose ties to their heritage.

“I call it a remedial statute because it has been the US government’s policy for hundreds of years to destroy the Native American family,” said Angelique EagleWoman (Sisseton Wahpeton Oyate), director of the Native American Law and Sovereignty Institute at the Mitchell Hamline School of Law and one of 30 professors of American Indian law who filed an amicus brief with the supreme court in support of ICWA.

Despite ICWA’s existence, the law has often gone unenforced. That’s in part because there is no federal oversight agency monitoring compliance. Although the Bureau of Indian Affairs released guidelines designed to improve enforcement in 2016, tribal officials say that state welfare agencies regarded them as suggestions that were not legally binding.

As a result of these gaps, in 2016, a 10-month-old Navajo and Cherokee boy was fostered by a white Texas couple, Chad and Jennifer Brackeen, who ultimately adopted him. When the Navajo Nation was alerted to the case and stepped in to place the child with a Navajo family, the Brackeens sued.

The questions the court will consider as it hears Brackeen v Haaland are twofold: whether ICWA discriminates on the basis of race and whether the law supersedes states’ rights to control child custody placements. The Brackeens and their supporters argue that ICWA violates the constitution’s equal protection clause, discriminating against them as a white family, and imposes unlawful requirements on states. The federal government and Native advocates say that Congress may enact laws that apply to states in order to uphold its treaty obligations, and that Native Americans belong to a political class based on their sovereign status, not a racial group.

With this supreme court showing willingness to upend long-held precedent, many advocates are worried for the future of the ICWA. In 2013, three justices currently on the court – John Roberts, Samuel Alito and Clarence Thomas – sided with the majority to rule against a Native American father who had given up custody rights before changing his mind. Since then, the court’s conservative majority has grown to six justices, including Amy Coney Barrett who is herself an adoptive parent. But that majority has also been joined by Neil Gorsuch, who has consistently supported tribal sovereignty – even when that’s meant going against the conservative majority – and many legal scholars are hoping that the court will not overturn ICWA because of how doing so would reshape the legal relationship between the federal government and Indian tribes.

“It is very difficult to conceive of the US supreme court reframing the entire relationship with tribal governments and tribal children,” says EagleWoman. “We are starting to heal our communities, and it would be a major setback to genocidal policies for the US supreme court to strike down any of the provisions in the Indian Child Welfare Act.”

A state-based alternative

Many states, including New Mexico, aren’t waiting to see how the court rules. Instead, they’re enshrining ICWA in state law. To date, ten states have codified ICWA – and eight have added provisions to augment it. Native-led coalitions in other states, like Wyoming, have begun working to do the same.

When organizers in New Mexico began working to pass the state’s Indian Family Protection Act, the majority of the 500 Native children in foster care were in non-Native homes, says Jacqueline Yalch (Isleta Pueblo), director of Isleta Pueblo social services and president of the New Mexico Tribal Indian Child Welfare Consortium. Since New Mexico passed its own law in March, she says, that number has fallen.

After Kimora was placed in foster care at age 14, a social worker reached out to her grandfather and helped him secure custody a year later. After five years of feeling separated from her heritage, Kimora moved back to the Jemez Pueblo and began relearning the Jemez language. Through her grandfather, Kimora was also reunited with her mom, who realized exactly how much Kimora had missed out on – like participating in coming of age ceremonies, learning traditional recipes and dancing at celebrations. “There were so many times we could have danced together,” Malisha said. She’s hoping as the risk of the Covid-19 pandemic lessens, they might be able to dance together again next year.

Malisha and Kimora said that advocating for New Mexico’s Indian Family Protection Act was a healing experience. “Our children are our future,” says Malisha. “We have to do whatever we can to protect them.”