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bellingham+haaland by bakar82
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love story between footballers ⚠️ everything is fiction
Our Game To Lose by JeccaCantRead
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Jude Bellingham, a 17 year old midfielder from Birmingham, England. Erling Haaland, a 19 year old striker from Bryne, Norway. Great friendship, better lovers.
under your skin | jude bellingham by rcsecolouredboy
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in which things get complicated for hannah elliot when she begins to fall for the guy she thought she hated more than anything. jude bellingham x fem! oc [completed]
In the Closet by toothofthedevil
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As Erling is revealing he's gonna leave BVB for Man City, Jude gets scared and angry, realising how much he cares about him. english isn't my first langage sorryyyyy enjoy !
Wild thoughts: Ray and Madi (RAYDI) by Sunny8996
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Two friends. But one wants more and is having some nasty thoughts and he can't contain them anymore.
In between clips | Raydi by luvsmnm
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An edit of Madi and Ray goes viral and the whole house won't let it go. They play it off like it's nothing, but between the jokes, the stares, and the slow-mo clips, it's getting hard to act normal.
Sallows & Nightingales by planetfay
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In the Realm of Divinia, there are two kingdoms- that of the faeries, the Sallow Kingdom, and that of the vampires- the Nightingale Dominion. Faeries and vampires have been at war since the beginning of time, and hostility continues to run rampant between the two nations. When Dorian Nightingale, the vampire crown prince, is accused of killing a member of the Sallow royal family, war is imminent. He's forced to accept the help of his mortal enemy, faerie heiress Ainsley Sallow, to prove his innocence and prevent the total damnation of both their worlds.
Professor or Lover ? by Austin_mayors
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Liam Carter a varsity student and his professor Damien Sinclair embark on a series of unforeseen romantic circumstances.
His pretty professor (mxm) by yougaymegaywegay
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"I want to fuck you," he said, low and filthy. My breath hitched. "W-what?" "I said I want to fuck you, Professor." He pressed closer, towering over me, his hard manhood grinding slowly against my thigh. "I want to bury my cock inside you and feel how tight you are." Logic screamed warnings in the back of my mind, but they were drowned out by the heavy ache between my legs and the way my hole clenched at his words. I found myself nodding slowly, heart pounding. ____________ Professor Kelly Roman, spends all his time drowning in work; teaching mathematics, tutoring his students, going home and repeating the cycle. There is nothing more to that, that's his life and that's what he is satisfied with. But what happens when a new student comes along and interferes with that daily routine? A student that most teachers tend to avoid, to fear...but why? Kelly doesn't understand but he also doesn't care, all he cares about is work. So what happens when that new student takes a liking to the professor? Will Professor Kelly push him away like he always does with people who want him, or will he be devoured by the mysterious student?
added time // jude bellingham x erling haaland by luchi5851
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"I hate you." He looked at me for a long moment. Then, almost sadly, he smiled. "No." His voice was barely above a whisper. "You don't." Something inside me faltered. "You don't know that." "I think I do." "No, you don't." "I don't think you hate me at all." The sentence landed with terrifying precision. Because I couldn't answer it. Instead, I looked away. Toward the sea, toward the horizon. Anywhere but him. The silence stretched between us. I could hear my own heartbeat. "You don't know anything," I muttered. "I know enough." "You don't." He stepped closer. Not enough to corner me. Just enough that I could hear his breathing over the wind. "I know you haven't looked at me the way you look at people you hate."