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you can't expect a striker to defend (it's wrong, but it's right) by Anonymous
Fandoms: Men's Football RPF
23 Aug 2026
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"Thing is," Jude says, licking his spoon and pretending it's the reason his voice sounds so hoarse, "sometimes it's like you are my boyfriend."
Erling snorts and put his bowl on the coffee table in front of them, stacking Jude's neatly into his, their spoons gently resting on top of each other. His hand comes to rest on Jude's knee.
"But we're not gay."
Jude drags his thumb and index down his cheeks, suppressing a yawn as he stares into the rain. "Honestly? Sometimes I'm not so sure."
Erling defends Jude in an interview. This is how it starts.
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24 Aug 2026
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—Lo siento, de verdad. —Suelta.
—¿Por?
—Porque te la he liao gorda. —Se lamenta el chico. —Y me sabe fatal. Si lo hubiera sabido, no te lo hubiera pedido.
Unai frunce aún más el ceño; se había convencido de que su compañero le estaba gastando una broma.
—¿Pedir el qué, Yéremy? —Insiste. —No sé de qué me estás hablando.
—Lo del beso, Unai, lo del beso.
Unai se ríe una vez más, su humor aflojado por el alcohol.
—Ah. —Dice sin más. —Joder, qué susto, pensaba que había pasado algo gordo.
Los labios de Yéremy se entreabren en una mueca a medio camino entre la sorpresa y la incredulidad.
—Ah, que no te has enterado.
o,
Unai besa a Yéremy en la rúa.
A él no le importa.
Pero puede que a otro sí.
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23 Aug 2026
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“Please, just call me Sergio.” Ramos still smiled at him, wide and wolfish, though not without a decent dose of good-natured honesty. “If it’s possible, could I too - ?”
“Sure.” Luka answered absentmindedly as he surveyed his features closely; a long face, the spot high up on his cheekbones that was faintly colored pink, roughly cut overgrown hair that Ramos pulled back with a hair tie, a long nose that perhaps was originally meant to be straight but by now must have been broken at least once. He was handsome in that weirdly warm, inviting way that seemed to say; ‘you can tell me anything and it will be fine,’ that Luka found typical of Spaniards.
If he hadn’t seen him out on the field, Luka would think he looked sweet.
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It was fine. Luka told himself that he could do it. He could tolerate being attracted to his twenty-three-years old colleague.Bookmarked by ComradeLux
22 Aug 2026
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in which Sergio Ramos has a jinx, and Luka Modrić is there to help him.
At some point, it’s really hard to blame the Spanish culture on why he has to suck his dick right before a very important match.
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20 Aug 2026
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"I found something," Sergio said. "Online."
Luka went very still.
"The stream," Sergio said. "Luka underscore 9. That's you."
The color drained out of Luka's face and came back all at once, a flush so fast it reached his ears. He looked at his own hands in his lap.
"I found it by accident," Sergio said. "The bruise on your thigh. From my coffee table. I recognized it." He exhaled. "I should've just closed the tab and not said anything. I know. But I didn't. I watched. And then I watched again." He stopped. "I made an account. I tipped you. guest4392. That was me."
Luka was quiet for a long moment. The clock on the wall ticked. Outside, someone was riding a scooter too fast.
"Every tip?" Luka said, finally.
"Every tip."
"Do you like watching me," Luka said after a long silence. "Do you like seeing me like that. All spread out, taking that toy, moaning for strangers."
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19 Aug 2026