#Dominic Calvert Lewin Blurb

[emwritesfootball]

Feelings | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

I saw this jealousy prompt the other day and would love to request it with Dcl.

“ do you have feelings for me? “ “ what? “ “ do you have feelings for me? “

A/N: god knows how long it’s been since this was requested but I hope whoever asked me this is still around. Making this take place right after the 15 April loss to Fulham. This does not mean requests are open again - I am just doing a lil bit of writing to get back into it and trying to see what I can fulfill from my asks. Enjoy xo

Warnings: none

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All of your friends had been telling you for months that Dom was into you, but you refused to believe it. “If he really does have feelings for me, he’ll tell me about it and we can go from there,” were words you’d repeated so often you were beginning to think you should have them tattooed across your forehead. 

There were glimpses here and there that made you think your friends were right, but since Dom had yet to approach you about it, you were going to vehemently deny it. The moments were especially prominent when other men flirted with you or you leaned into a guy that wasn’t Dom. 

It all came to a head, however, after Everton’s latest match. They had lost yet another match, and Dom was in a mood since he still couldn’t play due to his injury.

You were about to try to say something to Dom to console him but you were cut off by someone shouting your name. Your face lit up the moment you saw Antonee Robinson making his way over to you with a big smile on his face. “Jedi, hey!” You said, enveloping him in a hug. “Good game. I hate that we lost, but I’m glad I get to see you.” 

“You, too.” His gaze raked you over. “You look good.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you teased, giggling a little. Antonee had always been a little flirty with you, but with Dom’s eyes practically boring a hole in the back of your head, you were inclined to push the limits a little more. 

“You ready to get going?” Dom appeared out of thin air, putting a possessive arm around your shoulder. 

Antonee took the hint, giving you one last hug as the two of you promised to keep in touch more before he headed back off to celebrate the win with his team.

“He’s had a crush on you for a while,” Dom commented, practically seething as the two of you headed down the tunnel. 

“I’ll believe it when he tells me,” you rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear another word from Dom about all these men in your life that your friends were convinced he was jealous of. “How am I supposed to know if someone is into me if they don’t say anything?”

You felt Dom still beside you, but you were too annoyed to pause, continuing your walk through the tunnel. Dom called out to you but you didn’t respond until he caught up to you and grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to face him. 

“Do you have feelings for me?” The question left your mouth before you could think about the implications. You stared up at him, your eyes wide and your breathing heavy.

“What?”

Your heart was racing and you felt like you had just made a very big mistake, but you knew there was no turning back now. “Do you have feelings for me?” You made a point to emphasize every word, your gaze searching his as you waited for his answer. “Everyone’s been telling me you do but I just need an answer.”

“Yes.” Dom nodded, his serious expression telling you he was telling the truth. “I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to tell you but-”

You cut him off with a kiss, shocking both of you. You’d been harboring your own feelings for Dom for months now, fully aware of your hypocritical stance about him telling you how he feels when you weren’t planning on doing the same. 

He was the first to break the kiss, pulling away with a smile on his face as his forehead rested against yours. “Does this mean you’ll finally go on a date with me now?”

“Absolutely,” you murmured, kissing him again.

[macybeckham7]

You work for Everton, and DCL has been flirty with you for a while. One day you have to take YDN to work with you and Dom is all over her and you watch how good he is with her

No matter what he was dealing with, his mood always shifts when he spots you. He would make sure that he was in your path as you were going from A to B so you would talk to him. His teammates all rolling their eyes as he was super flirty with you, you got the job at Everton at the start of the season, and you both bonded as you were from the North. You would constantly push it off as he was just being nice and not flirty but everyone wasn’t convinced. This morning your three year old wasn’t feeling well, you called in sick to her nursery and tried to call family but none of them could have her, you called friends but they were the same. So you had no choice to go into work with her, ‘I can make her comfortable in my office and I’ll do all my work in there’ you say to your boss as you drove to work. You hold her hand as she cuddles her toy and her water bottle and walks into the building, Dom was at the reception and smiles when he sees you, his eyes double when he spots the little one. ‘And who is this little princess?’ he jumps up and walks over to you. ‘YDN’ she smiles. He shakes her hand, you explain the situation, as you play with her messy hair that you couldn’t even get her to agree to do her hair this morning. ‘I can look after her, and let you do your work without being worried about her’ he smiles. He kneels down to her level and was talking to her, the two already pretty much good friends. He puts her on his back and takes her away. From your window you watch them, you see Dom laying on the floor with her cuddling him, you see her stroking his cheek. You feel your heart melt as they interact with one another.

[footballffbarbiex]

this is what i'm hoping to come back with

these are on my first to write hit lists but that doesn't mean i won't be writing anything else too.

i know i have some more blurbs on here to write but this cold has knocked me on my ass so i'll get on them ASAP.

anything below you're looking forward to?

Antoine Griezmann

Antoine knows you’re watching at home (and there might be a sex ban bet) and plays up for the camera a little. 

Baby daddy anto and his little girl braiding one another’s hair. 

Watching a scary movie where one is terrified and the other can’t stop laughing

Enjoying some wine after a hectic day

What a better way to brush up on your french than a quick oral lesson?

A clear penalty that wasn’t given leaves a bitter taste in anto’s mouth so you take matters into your own hands and holes.

Baby it’s cold outside so you need warming up in the best way

Tracing his tattoos becomes a form of foreplay…

The only way to ensure you get what you want is to make sure it’s on his mind

Whoever cums first loses

He’s up for a threesome until he realises he doesn’t want to share

He’s thinking about what he wants from you while he’s alone in a hotel (smut)

Anto plans to edge you for as long as possible, even if it takes all day

________

Ben Chilwell

A continuation of the pillow humping drabble

“You’re not the man I married” angst. 

________

Ben White

Ben really wants to show you how much he loves the new lingerie

________

Beth Mead

Celebrating winning the euros with her (leads to smut)

________

Charles Leclerc

Charles is left to handle several children by himself, making him one stressed boy.

Enemies to lovers. Slightly AU - he’s an old money prep boy

Secret dating is about to become public

________

Daniel Ricciardo 

Cooling down on a hot day only leads to more heat

________

Dominic Calvert Lewin

His curls. Playful and dirty pulling of his hair examples

________

Emre Can

Walking in the summertime with his little girl. Playing with the flowers.

________

Eric Dier

Eric and your daughter are putting on a magic show and he’s the assistant

________

Jack Aitken 

Leaving love notes

________

Jack Grealish

Showing Jack just how confident you’re now feeling and dressing up for him 

________

Jadon Sancho

Jadon’s ex is causing trouble and their relationship is on thin ice.

Jadon’s dressing up your son to look like him

________

John Stones

Finally having untprotected sex with John. 

Unwinding at home with John after a long stressful week (fluff)

John likes to get handsy after some sun, sea and sand. 

Over protective baby daddy John

Out and about with the newborn

________

Kepa Arrizabalaga

They split when he was leaving Spain and though things didn’t end bad, it felt like there was little closure. Now they’re back in the same city, are those feelings still there?

________

Kylian Mbappe 

Dating Tuchel’s daughter in secret … until it’s no longer a secret. (smut)

________

Leon Goretzka

That first time sex and trying to be quiet

________

Marco Rose

An unexpected pregnancy leaves Marco unsure of himself 

________

Mason Mount

Mason takes it upon himself to decorate the nursery

Mason being a good egg during labour

________

Paulo Dybala

She’s a belly dancer and practices a new routine for him

Lazy day in after he’s been to training

Celebrating his birthday with a meal and dessert 

Drunken sex headcannon

________

Rodrigo De Paul

Helping her get out of her head (smut)

________

Rúben Dias

1 of 2 - they meet and bond over both being new to Manchester and not having many people around. One thing leads to another and ….

2/2  even though they’re just friends, jealousy gets in the way during a night out and there’s only one way to get rid of that. 

A bad mood of yours leads to cockwarming

Rúben doesn’t like that your ex is sniffing around again

You really shouldn’t have sent those nudes while he was away

A new on the pitch agreement leaves him feeling competitive (smut)

Trying to make a baby

You get a tattoo of his jersey number

Watching porn together

NSFW alphabet

She’s his neighbour and drunkenly locked herself out. He’s there to rescue her

You’re home late from work and he’s doing the baby’s bedtime routine

Spending the first night at his (fluff)

Ruben is all manly out of the bedroom, but you’re in charge between the sheets

Squirting for the first time

She’s not there at the ballon d’or with him but he sees what she’s up to and he’s not impressed (smut)

Being manhandled by Ruben

John’s challenged Ruben to No Nut November but can he last?

________

Sergio Ramos

A birthday present for the birthday boy. 

________

Trent Alexander Arnold

Sexting quickly escalates. 

When a switch meets a switch, who will come out top? (smut)

Your son has only just started walking but Trent’s determined to put a ball at his feet

Trent is trying to be her tour guide in another country but she knows more

________

Threesomes and moresomes

Poch’s daughter has caught the eye of several Liverpool players… ft Joe Gomez / Trent Alexander Arnold /  reader  / reader’s best female friend /  Virgil van Dijk

Thigh riding becomes more -  Kepa Arrizabalaga / reader / Mason Mount 

3 Lions aren’t just on shirts, they’re also inside you. Dominic Calvert Lewin / reader / Mason Mount / John Stones

________

Unnamed

Making you watch yourself cum + aftercare

Needing to make you forget about the shit day you’ve had

You receive texts throughout the day about what he wants to do to you

You’ve begged for him and he’s not giving you attention. But you’ll take what you want and pay the price later

Public teasing only gets you so far

Sub!player being made to watch and beg to touch you

________

Virgil van Dijk

Restraining and blindfolding Virgil and having your way with him

Meeting your family for the first time

[toomuchchelsea]

Can you do a DCL imagine? One where you're having a pretty darn heated argument out on the streets and you go to walk away, not noticing the car approaching as you cross the road and Dom just merely pulls you off the road and into his chest, peppering you with kisses and all scared that you almost got hurt. You're pretty shaken up but still in a salty mood towards Dom but he's not letting you leave his sight after that. Thx!

You and Dom were on a night out with friends when your night took a sour turn the moment you saw Dom spending much of his night talking to the same brunette, eyes barely meeting yours over the few hours you two were there. Sure, you weren't exactly his girlfriend but you figured you were owed some kind of decency, seeing as nearly everyone knew you two were together, even if it wasn't official.

What drove you over the edge was when the bartender turned to you and let the secret slip. "She's an ex-girlfriend."

Before that moment, you never understood people when they talked being so blinded by their anger, they saw red. But that moment, you swore you saw red, too. Your ears were fuming, your face went flush with heated rage and you could feel your blood boiling.

It was almost as if Dom knew you were mad at him because at that precise moment, he chose to make eye-contact with you over the brunette's head. You couldn't even imagine how angry you looked but you didn't want his gaze on you a moment longer. You turned around on your heels and made a bee line for the exit.

It took seconds for your ears to perk up when Dom shouted your name, chasing after you. "Where are you going?" he asked, trying to catch up with you.

"Home."

"Why?"

You snapped then, turning around to look at him so you could make your emotions as clear as possible. "Because I'm not just gonna stand there looking like a fucking fool while you chat up your ex."

"I wasn't chatting her up!" he defended.

"Of course not. I mean, even if you were, it's not cheating if we're not together, right?"

"What are you talking about? Of course we're together," he fought.

You scoffed. "No, we're not. Not officially."

"Is that what this is about?!"

You shook your head in disbelief before turning around and walking across the street to get away from the situation. What you didn't see when you took a step out onto the road was a car hurtling towards you at full speed, dead-set on making the yellow light.

You were frozen in fear, not that you even had any time to react anyway. Thankfully, Dom reacted quickly and wrapped his hands around your waist, rushing to pull you off the road and into his chest as the car passed by.

You were breathing heavily, eyes staring out at the road before you where the car had previously been but was now driving away into the distance. Your adrenaline had blood rushing to your ears. You didn't even hear Dom as he kept asking, "Are you okay?" and turned you around to look you over.

"I--I'm fine," you mumbled as he peppered your face, head and hair with kisses.

"Oh, my God," he muttered against your skin, pulling you into a hug. "What the hell was that guy thinking, driving that fast? Are you sure you're okay?"

You tried to shake your head of what had just happened before your very eyes, trying hard to remain focused on what had just happened back at the club.

"I'm fine," you mumbled once more, pulling out of Dom's grasp. He speechlessly watched you do so, letting his grip fall. "I have to go."

And, then, after checking both sides of the road, you were once again making your way across the road. And, Dom was once again following you. "What are you doing?" you asked. "Go back to the club. I'm sure your date misses you."

"My date is right here and I'm not letting her out of my sight after what just happened," he said, now walking beside you. After a moment, he added, "I shouldn't have left you standing there while I was talking to her." You gave him a side-eyed glance. "I shouldn't have been talking to her at all. I don't want her, babes. I want you."

"You sure have a funny way of showing it," you mumbled, letting him pull at your elbow to stop you from walking and turn to him.

"I'm sorry," he apologized and just by the sorrow in his tone, you could tell he meant it. "I should've made you my girlfriend. I should've made it official a long time ago. But I'm not going to let you slip through my fingers now. I'm sorry I'm just pretty stubborn. I get it from my girlfriend."

Your ears perked up once more and your eyes finally met his. "Your girlfriend, huh?"

He nodded, taking the bait. "Yeah, I don't know if you saw but she actually just nearly got run over and I basically saved her life. Definitely stubborn because she hasn't thanked me for it yet."

You finally let out a chuckle. "Keep dreaming," you commented, patting his chest. "Might be a while before that thank you comes out." You reached out and interlaced his fingers with yours before pulling him back to continue walking towards your flat.

"That's fine," he replied. "I don't mind waiting one bit."

[chilly-me-softly]

HEYY GIRL! I see you're back around, writing away some delicious requests! XD Good to have you back! I don't have a request in mind but while I'm here I might as well come up with one.

How about one with DCL just cos why not? Maybe one where the reader is short and all but super talented at basketball. Dom, not having a clue, wants to play basketball and teases the reader about having no chance cos shes 'a short little girl' and she practically hands him his ass. You know we like super fluffy endings so that's down to you.

Thanks and hi again :)) !!

Hi! Glad you're still around 💙

Dom enjoyed seeing you struggling, when you couldn't get somewhere because of your height. You were too proud to ask for his help but you always ended up begging him, mumbling under your breath and making eyes at him. And he would smile sweetly at you, pleasing you after teasing you.

Even in heels you were shorter than him, but that didn't bother you except for a few little moments. Because you felt protected, because it was your way of bickering, because it was you and no one outside could understand this or that joke.

It was a beautiful day and you were out in the garden enjoying it, you in a deckchair almost ready to get a couple of hours sleep cradled in that silence. Dom couldn't sit still though and had been dribbling for some time now, going back and forth in his garden with the ball between his feet.

Suddenly the sun coming over your body is covered by a shadow and Dom's smile makes way for your view.

"What?" you murmur sleepily as you hear him chuckle.

"Come play with me little girl"

"Hmm" is your only reply as you settle yourself better in that lounge chair.

"Come ooon" he moans as you hear the sound of a ball hitting the ground rhythmically.

You barely open your eyes seeing that he's holding a basketball and is dribbling a few steps away from you waiting for you to get up and join him.

"Basket" you murmur getting up and stretching trying to pull yourself together and wake up from the nice slumber you were in.

"Do you want to play?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Come on I'll go easy on you little girl" Dom leaves a quick kiss on your cheek before heading to the hoop.

"Shall we make this more fun?"

"Oh come on do you really want to humiliate yourself like that?"

"Excuse me?!" you put your hands on your hips indignantly as he walks back towards you with the ball under his arm. "You're not a professional player either as far as I know"

"Yeah but I do have one thing in my favour..." he looks at you waiting for you to connect the dots, eventually mimicking your obvious height difference which makes you raise your middle finger to him.

"So do you want to bet or not?" now becomes a matter of fact to defend your pride as he looks at you like you're a child having a tantrum.

"Do you really want to-?"

"Yes or no?" you press and he shakes his head throwing the ball at you. "What do you want to bet?"

"Best of 10. If you win you pick whatever you want, I don't care what. If I win instead-" a chuckle from him makes you stop dead in your tracks, throwing the ball back at him forcefully, "if I win instead - you retort gritting your teeth- you're going to tell everyone you know or stop to talk to" a flash of fear passes through his eyes as he tries not to let it show.

"Are you sure you don't want to get with something else?"

"Are you scared Dominic?" you challenge him with your gaze and he tosses you the ball getting into position.

"I'll give you a head start" oh god... he really doesn't know what he's gotten himself into.

Dom is athletic, there's no denying that. But you have years and years of training behind you, despite your short stature. Nobody can really tell basketball was the sport you practically played for years. And he's obviously dumbfounded, increasing in intensity from the moment he realises you played him.

"That's not fair" he continues to blubber when you obviously beat him fair and square, sulking in the chair you were in earlier.

"I think Tom's calling you" you tease him laughing at his expression when he realises how you've played him.

[footballdaydream]

Hey if you're still taking requests can you write something for mbappe where you're both famous and paparazzi is takinf pictures of your date, like nice ones

You were laying on your sunbed, aimlessly scrolling through the Instagram App, when you suddenly saw something interesting on your explore page. It was totally normal for you and Kylian to be photographed yet sometimes it still surprised you to see some of these pictures online.

The two of you were currently on a quick weekend getaway in Monaco and last night Kylian had taken you out to one of your favourite restaurants for date night. You had an incredible time. You loved talking with him about everything that was currently going on in your lives and seeing as though the two of you hadn’t had a date night in a long time, you felt more than happy at that moment. What you didn’t notice, were all the photographers who were lining up outside the restaurant as well as everywhere else, all of them hoping to catch a glimpse of you and take the perfect pictures. You couldn’t help but smile at the pictures that you had found on your Instagram explore page. In all of them, you and your boyfriend had huge smiles on your faces. In some of them, his hand was on top of yours, in others he kissed your cheek or the back of your hand. He was a true gentleman and it really showed in these pictures.

“What are you smiling at?”, Kylian asked you as he joined you outside on the sunbed you were currently laying on. “Did you notice some paparazzi yesterday night?”, you asked him. Your boyfriend thought back to last night but couldn’t really remember anything. “I don’t think so. Why?”, he asked and soon you held your phone up and showed him the pictures from last night. “I didn’t even notice they were there.”, he said surprised as you nodded your head, leaning over to put your head lightly on his shoulder. “I like them. You look stunning there.”, Kylian mentioned when he saw a picture where you just got up from your chair, your dress on full display. “Thank you.”, you stated, kissing his cheek lightly before you got your phone back. “I might post them on my Instagram as well. If they all looked that good and if all the paparazzi would stay this far away from us then I might enjoy them all.”, you said, making the two of you laugh as you started to save a few of the pictures on your phone.

Tags: @footballerimaginess @champagne-coys @footballxwrites @donkeykai @ana-maa

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

I can sort of picture Jack Grealish for number 6 (the arctic monkeys one) or DCL (mainly because he’s from Sheffield!)

“hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

hi 3:00AM

can i call you ?

He squinted his eyes as he stared at the bright screen of his phone, who would have thought that he would be one to pick his phone up at 3am just to talk to a girl. Pressing the little green button he smiled as your voice reached his ears.

„can i ask you something? why do you only call me when you’re high?“ he whispered, not being able to raise his voice at the fear of getting his hopes shattered.

„how‘d you know i’m high?“ you pouted, listening to the chuckle on the other side of the line.

„s‘cause i need courage to talk to you, you know? s‘hard to talk to the guy you like sometimes“ you spoke the words you were surely going to regret in the morning.

[dclsbaby]

...What Are We (Part 2) | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

(part i)

(masterlist)

Summary: you’re in a situationship and wonder if you’ll be in this phase forever

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: smutty smut, swearing, and a whole lot of spelling/grammar mistakes lol sorry </3

More weeks go by of doing the same routine. Everyday, innocent touching turns into ripping each other’s clothes in a matter of seconds, no matter where you are. At this point, the pair of you have probably christened every room in his house. Every night, your body is pressed against his under the warm duvet. You face the wall as Dom spoons you from behind, his tanned and toned arms wrap around your body, his hand hanging by your stomach.

He craves this closeness. The warmth of your back on his chest, the sound of your soft breaths, the smell of your hair he wants made into a scent he could spray on his pillows whenever you’re not around. Dom has become accustomed to your presence before he sleeps, that his brain has forgotten how to rest without you next to him.

Wanting to feel closer to you, Dom gently flips you over so you could face him, lifts your leg, and wraps it around his hip. “Go to sleep,” you whisper, and softly peck his lips, knowing what might come next. “I don’t want to,” gently pulling your chin and kissing your lips, subtly inserting his tongue in your mouth. 

What started as an innocent peck turned into a full blown make out session. Within a matter of seconds, he’s pulling his brunette locks out of his face and tying it into a bun and shuffling out of his boxers, while you’re stripped down to nothing. Desperate to get your hands on each other, the pair of you go back to the same position, your leg hooked over his hip while he tugs your waist to fit the curve of his body. You place your hand on the side of his neck, feeling his hair on your fingertips.

Dom slips inside of you, your wetness allowing for a smooth thrust, causing your breath to hitch. He holds your leg up as he slowly moves in and out of you, going deeper and deeper by each thrust. Your breath gets shorter and shorter, as Dom tries to contain his own moans upon watching your brows furrow in pleasure while trying to withhold your whimpers.

“Don’t do that,” you look up at him. “Don’t hold it in, let it out baby,” he tells you as his pace quickens, leaving you to be a whimpering mess. You bring your free hand to his face and pull him towards yours, Dom leaving long kisses on your lips as he listens to the soft whimpers coming out of your mouth. “If you keep doing that I won’t last for much longer,” he says upon feeling your walls clench on him, squeezing him further. Even though it felt good, too good, he didn’t want the night to end just yet.

Dom pulls out of you slowly with only his tip inside you, and flips himself over to hover over you. Without warning, he pushes himself in, fast and hard, so deep you feel him in your stomach.

“Fuck, keep going,” you moan, your arm reaching for the bed post for some control. The notches under his bed are on the verge of breaking as Dom increases his speed. The sounds of skins slapping and uncontrollable moans echo through the room, his massive hand gently wraps around your neck, while the over grips the side of your hips to push you onto him. Dom closes his eyes in pleasure and buries his neck in your collarbone, feeling his hot breaths on your neck. He gently nibbles at your skin that will surely leave a purple mark in the morning. You bring your hands down to his back pulling him closer, scratching your nails on his back as he hisses, wanting to feel more. 

“I’m not going to last,” his voice breaks.The building pressure Dom feels in his groin becomes harder to contain by the second, all his senses blur as it is replaced by an overwhelming electric sensation. “Fuck!”, you could feel his cock twitch before dispensing himself in you. Your legs shake from the pleasure. He laid his head on your chest for several seconds before pulling out, causing you to feel a rush of cold air between your thighs, contrasted by his warm juice oozing out of you and down to your thighs. 

Dom lifts his head off you and holds himself up with his elbows, his eyes on your reddened lips, taking the moment in for a little while. His large hands hold your head as he places a kiss on your forehead, then your lips, before rolling off you and dropping on to the bed. “How do you do that, woman?” he says, lying breathless next to you. “I don’t share my secrets,” you tell him, satisfied. “Let’s get you cleaned up then,” he says as he carries you to the master bathroom.

After the passionate events of that night, the morning after, you’d go home like nothing ever happened. That’s how it’s always been. This sums up your entire relationship with Dom. Months of passionate sex and acting like a couple without a label to define your relationship. With each passing day, you begin to question if you’re even worth anything to him. If you’re nothing but a quick and easy fuck, just to pass the time.

***

After first being introduced by a mutual friend, you and Dom remained part of the same friend group. Crossing paths with him all the time was inevitable. It was hard to avoid him and give yourself time to reflect on what you truly deserve. Wherever you went, he’d be there to consume your every thought. He was inescapable, and you hated it.

The pair of you never knew how to act around each other in front of your friends as they were unaware of what goes on when the two of you are left alone. They don’t know about the late night visits or the quick trips to the restroom. No one batted an eye. It wasn’t exactly a secret, you both just never told anyone.

So tonight was particularly awkward.

“You coming tomorrow?” he asked this morning, whilst putting his shirt back on after ripping it off him just hours before.

“To Luke’s? Yeah, of course,” you reply, strapping your bra back on.

Dom nodded his head, “Guess I’ll see you there then,” he tells you before taking off.

Weird, you thought. You knew something was off. Dom would almost always offer you a ride, considering you’re going to the same place, for the same event.

***

Tonight you had a mutual friend’s birthday dinner planned at a fancy fine dining restaurant and you two came separately. You were running a little behind, but you’ve always thought it’d be wise to be fashionably late than to come early and look sloppy. So when you came, you walked into a room full of people, with the only available seat next to Ben, diagonally across Dom. 

The man you shared a bed with last night in an olive green, button-up corduroy shirt is sat next to a blonde in a blue dress. You didn’t think much of it, until you saw his body shift towards her, his eyes locked in hers. You could’ve sworn you saw his ears twitch as he listens intently to whatever it is she was telling him. You didn’t like what you saw, the growing uneasiness in the pit of your stomach forces a sharp inhale, like a shock throughout your body. You know better than to let yourself overthink or act silly, but it didn’t feel great to have to watch Dom cozy up to another girl, or engage in a conversation you’re not a part of. But it’s not like you had the right to feel this way, he’s not yours.

You walk towards the vacant seat next to the brunette in a tartan jacket, avoiding any eye contact with the other brunette you’ve just spent the night with.

“Hi gorg, you okay?” Ben stands up as you lift the chair out and pulls you into a hug. “Hiya love,” you give a friendly peck on his cheek. You thank Ben for pushing in your chair for you.

You know Dom saw you walk in and sit next to his teammate just over a metre away from him, but he didn’t say anything. He completely ignored you and for whatever reason, just refused to acknowledge your presence.

A high-pitched giggle pierces your ears from where Dom is sitting, the girl next to him laughing at something he said. How obnoxious, you thought.

“Bit loud over there isn’t it?” Ben whispers in your ears. “Yeah just a little,” you respond, chuckling.

“So, how’ve you been,” the brown eyed boy asked. “The usual,” you turn to face him, your fisted hand rests underneath your jaw. “Work’s been a pain but we push through, you know? Also been looking for a place in the city, boring stuff,” you fake a smile. “Yourself?” you ask him back. “The same, nothing particularly interesting, just been training for the new season,” he replies. “Not too hard, I hope,” you tease, not wanting his club to place above you on the league table. “I’ll be sure to invite you to my celebratory party when we win the league,” he jokes back. “You’re trouble, you,” you laugh at him, shaking your head as your body shifts into his space. As Ben was about to move on to another topic, he noticed Dom’s eyes linger to where you are.

“I know you two are a thing,” Ben says, nudging towards Dom’s direction, causing you to turn back and look at where he’s gesturing, prompting Dom to shift his attention elsewhere. “You and Dom, how long have you been together?” he pries.

“We’re not together, absolutely not,” you cleared your throat, and took a sip of your drink.

“You aren’t? That’s not what people have been saying,” Ben alleges, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in response. “I didn’t know people were talking,” you said, clearly unaware of what’s being said behind your back. “We see the way you look at each other,” he pauses. “You two may not be eating each other's faces in front of us but, there’s no denying that there’s some odd sexual tension there,” he gently nudges you.

“Well they’re wrong, there’s nothing going on between us,” you tell him. “We’re just friends,” your voice coming out small.

“Well that’s a relief,” Ben says, causing you to raise your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?” you ask.

Ben takes a sip of his drink and places the glass back on the table. “This isn’t how I want to ask you but, if there really isn't anything between you and Dom, I would love to take you out on a date if you’ll let me,” he flashes a cheeky grin.

“Ben Godfrey, at your friend’s birthday? Really?” you laugh at him. “I thought I missed my chance! I don’t want to miss it again,” shrugging his shoulders. The shy boy said jokingly but he was serious. “Say yes? Please?” he asks again. “Of course I’d go on a date with you,” you assure the full-back, gently gripping his upper arm.

You are pleased to be asked on a date by someone you’re already comfortable with and enjoy to be around. You and Ben have been friends for a while and you get on with him the most.

That satisfaction however failed to ignore the clashing emotions you’re experiencing. On the one hand, you’re happy. Ben is a great guy, there is no doubt that he is a stunning man who is kind, cheeky at times, and can make you laugh. You two share the same dark humour and love for crime documentaries and pineapple on pizza, something no one else will understand. On the other hand, you’re confused. Actually, to be confused is an understatement. Your mind is fucked. How would Dom feel about you going out with his teammate? Should you even consider his feelings? You two aren’t even together. He did bring a girl along to dinner who looked to be his date.

***

After an hour or so of small talk with other people on the table and the brown-eyed boy on your right, it was time to leave. Still no interaction with Dom whatsoever. No eye contact, no “hello”, no nothing. The after party leads your entourage to a club not far from the restaurant. Upon entering the door, you accidentally brush past his shoulder as you walk into the club, causing goosebumps down his arm. At that moment he wanted to say something, anything, but he wanted to prove to himself that he could go a night without talking to you. It was scary to know the effect you had on him. It dawned on him that he was in love with you when he couldn’t go minutes without seeing your face, when he found himself putting songs that reminded him of you in his playlist, and when he began to miss listening to you rant about why Rachel and Ross were on a break. He wasn’t used to this feeling. He denied and denied the feeling, with the fear of ever losing you overpowering his love. So he brought a girl to the party, hoping to find some connection to put his feelings for you at bay. But you didn’t know that.

The table your friend has booked was massive. The half moon sofa could at least fit 15 people, and the round table in the middle could hold bottles and bottles of alcohol and cocktail glasses. The music blasted through the speakers several metres away from you, causing your heartbeat to match the bassline. To your dismay, Dom sits at the end of the sofa, with his friend squeezing in beside him, his arm on top of the sofa just above her head.

Refusing to let him consume your thoughts, you try your best to ignore your emotions and focus on the sweet boy who’s actually interested in you. Drinks started coming to the table and you down whatever’s been given to you.

“Woah, slow down, you’ll choke,” Ben says, casually putting his hand on your lower back, taking the glass off you and placing it on the table. You put your hand on his cheek, your lips inches away from his. “More drinks,” you smirk, and pull away from him. “Little Miss Tease,” he smiles at you, impressed at the effect you have on him. Dom watched the interaction from the other side of the sofa, eyes shooting daggers at his teammate.

Several rounds of shots of an alcohol brand you’ve never even heard of later, Dom was completely out of your mind and all the frustration and confusion were replaced with total bliss. All you wanted to do was let loose and dance with the gorgeous boy next to you.

You saw some of your friends leave the booth for the dance floor. Wanting to join them, you stand up and extend your hand to Ben, “You wanna come?” you ask. “Let’s go,” he takes your hand and you two make a move for the dance floor. Ben puts his hands on either side of your hips as he leads you to the centre.

Dom felt sick. It didn’t feel right to see another man’s hands on you. He saw nothing but red. Seeing the girl he has feelings for and his mate practically fucking with clothes on on the dance floor made him sick to his stomach. His stature completely changed as his legs started to become restless to shake off the anger.

He knew this was coming. You were bound to meet someone who could give you everything he couldn’t. He knew that Ben always had a thing for you, and why wouldn’t he? He’s your natural match. You two get on the most out of everybody. There had been a conversation about setting you and Ben up, to which Dom shut down. Wonder why.

Dom’s body completely takes over him as he gets up and heads to where you are, ignoring the “where are you going?” pleas by his blonde friend.

The next thing you knew, Dom dragged you by the elbow, causing you to stumble and trip over the platformed dancefloor, and led you towards the bathroom behind the double doors where it’s a little quieter.

“What the fuck was that?” Dom tugs on your arm and pins you on the wall adjacent to the doors. “What the hell, Dom!” you squirm out of his grip. “I saw you with him, dancing, grinding on him for the world to fucking see. After I fucked you last night you’re already on to the next lad yeah? Nice one,” he scuffs, walking around in circles, clearly frustrated. “Excuse me?” You walk in front of him, causing him to halt. “You do not get to fucking call me a whore,” shoving his chest.

“You’re the one seen out with your little friend, if that’s something you would like to do then that’s completely fine by me,” you shrug your shoulders. “But why is it an issue when I choose to do the same with other guys?” you ask.

“I don’t do the shit I do with you with any of them!” he retaliates. “They don’t make me feel the way you make me feel, they mean nothing,” Dom sighs. “You only get close to people when you really care about them, I know you,” he says. “I saw the way you look at Ben.”

“So what if I care about him? You made it perfectly clear that we aren’t together. I have asked you way too many times what we are, what I mean to you, and you’ve managed to pivot every single time,” you shook your head in frustration.

“For fuck’s sake why do people have to put a label on everything? Why do you have to fucking care so much?”, his frustrations getting the best of him. “I fucking care because my feelings are on the line! You can make me feel like I’m the sixth person you’ve fucked this week and feel no remorse whatsoever because you’re a heartless piece of shit,” you argue.

“I haven’t fucked anyone else since the day I met you, so you don’t get to accuse me of that!”, Dom says angrily. “I have every right to accuse you of anything I want because we aren’t together,” you argue back, pulling away and shaking your head as waves of disappointment take over your entire body. 

“All I ever wanted from you was to be given some clarity on where this is going, and you gave me nothing. So you don’t get to be upset when I start looking for someone else who will give me what I want from you,” you put him in his place.

Silence fills the room as Dom hasn’t got a clue on what to say.

“That’s what I thought. Still nothing. I can’t do this anymore Dom,” you shook your head. “This, us, was a fucking mistake and I should’ve known the second things went further than planned,” you say with tears rolling down your cheeks. It nearly killed him to see you so upset.

You grip your hands on the door handle but Dom places his hand on it before you could have the chance to pull.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, did it ever occur to you that I never wanted this to begin with? You think I had planned to fall for you?”, he raises his voice. “Then leave!” you tell him. “I can’t!”, he yells, causing you to jump a little. “Fine, you want me to say it? I’ll say it,” he says frustrated.

“You drive me fucking insane when you don’t make your side of the bed before leaving me in the morning, and I stay annoyed until I realise that it won’t be long until you’re back in it, next to me. I hate knowing that you’re perfect for me and I’ve been pushing you away this whole time,” he says frustrated, and pauses for a little while. “I want you. All of you, and not just halfheartedly, but wholly. I don’t want just 3 nights of rough sex every week, or only ever seeing you when our friends hang out. And maybe that’s selfish, but I don’t care. When we started this I didn’t plan on falling for you, but I did, and I’m terrified as shit. I may be fucked but don’t care,” he says all in one breath. You were left speechless and didn't know what to say.

“I love you,” he cups your face. “I know it’s taken me a while to say it and I’m sorry, but I’ve been in love with you for a really long time and I can’t stand another minute of you not being mine,” his voice became softer.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you whisper. “Because I’m a coward who’s scared of fucking up. I don’t know if you would ever leave me from the attention, the gossip. All I knew was if you did, I don’t know--I don’t really want to think about it. I was protecting myself, but I hadn’t realised that I was doing it at your expense,” he confesses.

“You’re an idiot,” you shake your head. “What?” Dom asks in surprise. “You heard what I said.”

“I poured my heart out to you and the best thing you could say is “you’re an idiot”?''he asks, confused.

“It took you seeing me with someone else for you to want me,” your voice is small, looking up to his green-hazel guilty eyes. “I’ve always wanted you,” he assures. “More than the sex and the affection,” his hands on your waist.

“I can see a life with you,” he says in a serious tone, before closing the distance between you two with a lasting kiss he hopes would make you realise how sorry he is.

“So you don’t want 3 nights of rough sex, eh?” you joke, pulling away from him. “Are you kidding, I want rough sex every night,” he pulls you back. “Alright pipe down, I haven’t completely forgiven you yet.”

[trentaafcsblog]

Dunno if happy hour is over yet… but Dom seeing you in a bikini for the first time and you ask him to help you apply your sunscreen 🥺

“Can you put some sun cream on my back please?” you’re asking as you come walking out of the bathroom, Dom mumbling a ‘mhm’ before he’s putting his phone down and looking up, and you swear he takes all of the oxygen from the room from how much air he’s just inhaled when he realises that you’re wearing a bikini, the shape of the material making your body look incredible as you sit on the bed beside him, “I haven’t finished admiring you yet” he’s saying, making you get back up so that his eyes can scan all of the places they missed, a blush coating your cheeks as you twirl around in front of him, something about how obsessed he is with you making you feel like the only girl in the world

[footballerimaginess]

Fluff blurb for dcl, sitting on the sink in the bathroom, him standing between your legs while you help him trim his beard. Just exchanging kisses and loving looks and then he decides there’s not a more perfect moment to ask you to be his wife

Word Count: 196  "Babyyyy" you turned around as you saw Dom in the frame of the door with his trimmer, pouting at you. "Help please" he asked as you nodded, jumping off the bed. “Help me trim my beard please” he asked as he plugged the beard trimmer in. “Sure” you smiled as you sat on the edge of the sink. Dom got closer to your body as you started to gently trim his beard for him. You laughed as you held his face as he laughed. “Stop moving Dom, I don’t want to hurt you” you told him, trying to stop yourself from giggling. He kissed you gently on he lips. “You are such a tease, you can’t keep your eyes off of me” you laughed as you finished trimming his beard. “Will you marry me?” Dom asked you, catching you completely off guard. “Really? You are asking me to marry you right now?” you asked him. “Yes? Perfect moment right?” you laughed. “Oh my fucking god Dom. Yes I will marry you. I can’t wait for you to be Mrs Calvert Lewin” you kissed his lips as you grabbed his freshly trimmed beard. “Love you so much” 

[alltoolewis]

Sleeping at his house for the first time with Dcl🤍 Thank you

"I've made you some room for your face thingies near the sink" dom says while ushering you in the bathroom to show off his effort of trying to make you feel at ease, knowing this is a huge step on in your relationship.

"Thank you my love" you whisper, heart melting at the kind geture of the giant in front of you.

Dom left you for a moment so you could get ready in privacy, knowing that you were already quite nervous about this step in your relationship although you both knew that this was the right time.

"Come on then" dom laughed as he seen just your head pop out of the bathroom, noticing your hesitation of joining him.

You carefully made your way over to the empty side of the bed, hesitating whether you should just get under the covers. All of sudden you felt arms pulling you down, throwing the cover over you pulling you into his chest.

"You know I don't bite right?" Dom chuckled as you playfully slapped his chest, quickly relaxing into your boyfriends embrace, pushing your head into his neck.

"Goodnight my (y/n)" dom whispered kissing your head gently not wanting to startle your half awake self.

"Goodnight dom"

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All requests are open! Players/drivers I write for are here ❤🖤❤

[emwritesfootball]

Domestic Fluff Prompts | 13 with Dominic Calvert-Lewin

going to open houses in rich areas just to see nice houses

Warnings: just fluff xx

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“How’s this for a disguise?” Dom asked, appearing in quite possibly the simplest outfit you’d ever seen him in, aside from the suits he’d worn for match days.

“Oh, my god, Dom!” You giggled, covering your mouth as you tried to contain your laughter.

“What do you think?” He twirled around, striking a pose that made you laugh harder.

“You look unrecognizable, but that hair has to go.”

“Not my hair!” He pouted, grabbing the curly locks in an exaggerated show of surprise.

You walked over, soothing him with a quick kiss. “Just put it up and put a bucket hat over it or something, otherwise the people are going to recognize you - but with that face, I’m sure they’d recognize you regardless.”

“Well, it is a handsome face,” he joked, giving you a side profile of his face.

“It is, but after our last house disaster where you spent most of the time signing autographs and taking selfies, I’d like to just pretend to be someone else for a moment.”

Dom’s face softened. “I know and I’m sorry. It’s gonna be better this time, I promise.”

***

Dom pulled up into the long drive, both of you sharing a look at the massive estate laid out before you. It had been an out-of-the-way-drive filled with foliage and a peacefulness that neither of you were able to find in the city. Your eyes went wide when it came into view. It’s perfect, was your first thought, but you and Dom had agreed that you would split the cost of a house 50-50 and this was most certainly out of your price range. Dom’s price range, no, but yours…? Yes.

It was an open house, so people were milling about when you walked in hand-in-hand. Nobody batted an eye as the two of you entered and you shared a secret smile with Dom. You signed a fake name into the guestbook, putting your very real contact number down just in case you decided to take a leap and buy the house.

“Next time, we should ask for a private tour,” Dom murmured, his hand on the small of your back as the two of you wandered from room to room.

“Next time? You want a second look at the house?”

“Maybe.”

You gave Dom a smile and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Guess we’ll just have to explore the rest of the house.”

The house was as gorgeous inside as it looked outside, you and Dom falling more in love with the house after each room. “How will we ever afford this together?” You asked wistfully, looking longingly in the master bedroom.

“What if I buy it and we figure out the details later?” Dom mused, half-serious.

“R-Really?” You bit down on your bottom lip, overthinking. “Dom, I...I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

Dom gave you a lopsided grin. “You didn’t ask - I offered. Besides,” he gestured to the house, “we both love this place - I say we get it.”

You stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. “I say we think on it, at least on the drive home.”

Dom sighed, pressing his forehead against yours. “I hate to say it, but you’re right. Can we come back and look next weekend and if it’s still available, we get it then?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

[macybeckham7]

You date Dom and all the england guys kids love you

Whenever their dads team come up against Everton they were always looking out for you. You always running over to them and embracing them and having a good catch up from the last time you saw them. They telling you how they have lost their first tooth and they got money, or how you are invited to their birthday party. They would often sit with you even though you are cheering different sides. And when it comes to England games, they all be looking for you to arrive, all the girls smiling as their little one’s absolutely adore you. Dom joking that he has no chance in competing with them.

[toomuchchelsea]

Hi, loves :)

After a much-needed break over the past year due to school, covid, work, etc. I'M BACK!

It's been a hell of a year (for all of us) and I logged back into this account a few weeks ago when I wanted to read some imagines and get back into the Tumblr football community. I can't believe I missed it so much and I think I'm ready to make a slow comeback. I'll try to post on a regular basis (no promises b/c school is kicking my ass) but please send in all your football blurb/imagine requests!

I missed you all so much, thank you for all the wonderful messages you sent looking out for me and sending me all your love :) I can't wait to chat to you all again and get back to writing about the sport we all love.

All my love x

[chilly-me-softly]

I'm back with the weird-ass scenarios! Can I get a DCL one where you're a feisty, sassy girl with tonnes of attitude enough to fight an army with words and Dom absolutely loves it. Something along the lines of you're out without Dom and hear a group of guys talking bad about Dom and you put them in their place, passionately defending Dom and effortlessly taking all of them down with only your intelligent words and they basically have no option but to leave. Then later that day when you're with at your shared house with Dom, he just peppers you with affection and you're all confused as to what's got him swooning over you suddenly and he shows you a video of when you were defending him. Thank you! Xx

You sigh after stopping the car, your house in front of you. Right now you can't wait to get inside and lose yourself in Dom's arms, your boyfriend. You haven't seen him since that morning and you honestly couldn't wait to hold him.

You don't have time to close the door before he arrives at your side, leaving a sweet kiss on your lips, a smile on his face just like yours. "Hi, how was your day?"

"Good, despite everything. It was nice chatting with the girls for a while" you reply taking off your backpack and jacket and placing them on the back of the couch for a moment before heading to the kitchen in desperate need of a glass of water. "What about you, have you been here long?"

"No" he replies leaning towards the doorframe, "I was with Tom for a while after practice and then I stopped to get dinner"

"Oh good, what did you get?" your mouth is already watering at the thought of putting something in your stomach and he smiles softly before nodding towards the oven where there are some white bags. As you pick them up, he starts grabbing glasses and cutlery, carrying them to the coffee table in the living room. Whenever you took takeaway you used to have it on the coffee table in the living room, sitting on the floor facing each other.

"You know, you're the best" you say around a mouthful of it, "I've wanted this for days"

"You could have said that"

"But that's the beauty of it, I didn't know"

"What?!" he chuckles wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at you amused as you shrug. "I just I don't know I've been looking for something lately but I couldn't figure out what. Now that I know, I feel at peace"

"You are..." he murmurs shaking his head, looking at you in a strange way. Different than usual.

"Why, is there any particular reason for this?"

"No, I just wanted to see you smile" he shrugs as you smile biting your lip.

"Really, then why do you keep looking at me like that?" he picks up his phone in response, crawling towards you. You're confused to say the least as he fiddles with the phone before extending it towards you.

You look at him for a moment, confused, before shifting your gaze to the phone with curiosity. He presses on the screen starting what is a video and your confusion grows.

"But that's me" you say at the realization, as he shushes you by telling you to keep watching. But you don't actually have to pay that much attention to figure out what it is. You had been out with your friends that afternoon and were relaxing in the park when a small group next to yours had started talking about football as if they owned certain teams and only they knew how to improve their performance.

You had your back to them and at first you just listened to their arguments, rolling your eyes at the nonsense or holding back a few laughs. It was amusing most of the time to hear different opinions and how far they could go, but when the judgments drifted away from the performance on the pitch you couldn't just stand there in silence. Especially if one of the topics was your boyfriend.

The video starts when you are already in the middle of a discussion with those guys, but you are as calm as you can be. You move your glasses over your head while you are talking, shrugging your shoulders while what you are saying is not very clear due to the distance of the person recording. But you can still pick up something to understand the meaning of the speech.

"He's out of form as you like to call it because he has a foot problem. But he's playing anyway, for the good of the team" you say, pretty clear to Dom what you're talking about and who especially. "So before you blast away at someone's poor form, maybe I'd think twice. You don't need to know there's a problem to show some empathy"

"Where did you find this?" you ask Dom turning your head slightly towards him as he leaves a kiss on your temple.

"Someone DM's it to me"

"Why are you looking so... in love!? I didn't do anything, I didn't kick them even though I wanted to" he laughs resting his forehead on your shoulder genuinely amused.

"How great is it that my girl can fight a bunch of guys just with words" his tone of voice is certainly full of pride and you can see it even when he raises his head crossing your gaze with his. You don't understand why that thing is so exceptional for him, in short if it was for you you wouldn't have even told him, or rather you would have done it but without giving it too much importance because for you it's normal to defend him first of all. And then this misconception that because they are paid billions, you can ignore the human beings under the players and fill them with insults so freely demanding always the best.

But you smile, finding his behaviour quite adorable; enjoying those attentions to that thing that obviously means more to him than to you.

[footballdaydream]

I would love to request number 8 with Dom

8. Tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face

Cooking and Baking was something you really enjoyed. It helped you relax, and it was something you did whenever you felt bored, just like now.

It was a rather cold and foggy late afternoon; Dom was still at training, but you still wanted to prepare dinner for later. You looked online and in one of your cookbooks what you could prepare for the two of you. When you finally settled for a dish, you walked around the kitchen and got all the ingredients you needed and put them on the countertop.

As soon as you got everything you started chopping a few vegetables, put a pot on the stove and started making dinner.

You were in your element hence you didn’t even notice that Dom came back from training. Only when he walked inside the kitchen and announced himself, you turned around and looked at him with a bright smile.

“Hey, love. I’m making dinner for us. I hope you’re hungry.”, you said as your boyfriend made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind, leaving a light kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m starving.”, he stated, making you laugh lightly as you nodded your head. You quickly turned around and pressed a loving kiss on his lips.

“I would love to kiss you a bit more, but I still need to chop a few ingredients.”, you told him, leaving another kiss on his lips before you walked over to the countertop again, taking the knife in your hand and chopped a few carrots.

Dom leaned his back against one of the other counters, watching you with a loving smile. He noticed the way your hair kept falling into your face and he knew exactly that you didn’t carry a hair tie around.

He walked over to where you were, taking the knife out of your hand while you looked up at him. Confusion was written all over your face before you saw his hand which gently tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Turn around.”, he stated as you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

Not really thinking about what he could want from you, you turned around until you felt him grabbing your hair.

Dom took his little hair tie, the one he always had around his wrist whenever he came back from training and tied your hair up into a little ponytail.

You turned around again and looked up at your boyfriend. “Thank you.”

Your boyfriend leaned down and pressed his lips softly on yours, kissing you lovingly. “No problem.”, he whispered against your lips as he wrapped his arms around you. You did the same, deepening the kiss until you heard the water boil over.

“Oh no, dinner.”, you said, pushing yourself away from Dom who couldn’t help but laugh, quickly starting to help you with everything.

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