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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.

[avenirdelight]

A False Accusation

Anyone You Like

They have a heated argument where she drops an accusation on him. He claims that it’s a false accusation.

⚠️ Curse words

“You don't love me.”

She voiced the words to the room, clearly and firmly. Strangely enough, saying it out loud didn’t make her chest feel lighter like she’d thought it would. It still felt as suffocating as it had been.

“Wow,” he scoffed, his shoulders shook when he did. “That’s a terrible accusation, that.”

She glanced at him, but she quickly dropped her gaze again after she noticed the hurt plastered all over his face. He couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to say such cruel words.

“And also,” he continued, leaning forward on the sofa, propping his body with his elbows on his knees. “It’s a false accusation. That’s terrible from you.”

She was sitting on the other sofa across from him, leaning back and folding her arms in front of her chest. She could feel his eyes boring into her and she couldn’t resist the temptation to stare back at him. So she did.

She gritted her teeth. Those eyes were angry, those eyes had used to look at her in the most special way. She refused to believe that it was just in her head, that she was just making it up, because she had used to easily fall in love all over again every time she looked at those eyes but at some point, she started to feel that they’d changed.

“Really?” She challenged him, giving him a sharp look that matched his.

He scoffed again, pinching the bridge of his nose in stress. He shook his head. He couldn’t quite believe that she truly believed that he didn’t love her. Where did it even come from?

“Are you telling me that I lie every time I tell you I love you? Mind you, I say that every single day,” he said. But she was silent, so he continued. “Don’t I always give you everything? Make sure that you have everything you need, that you’re safe?” He asked. If she forgot about that, he was ready to remind her of all the things he did for her. Everything that he needed to sacrifice. “I give you my world.”

“You give me your money.” Her voice was firm and certain. And it stabbed him right in his heart. 

It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for everything he’d given her. Moving her into his big house, constantly buying her expensive gifts, taking her to travel the world on holidays, giving her a luxury life—but that wasn’t the reason she’d fallen in love with him. She was never in it for the dime.

She had fallen in love with him for who he was. Or at least who he had used to be.

“I’m thankful that you gave me this wonderful life but I really don’t need the latest Prada release or to be on a yacht every holiday. I don’t need new jewellery every time you feel sorry, I don’t need you to surprise me with flowers in the morning just for you to go missing for the rest of the day.” 

“I thought you liked them. Have you been lying, then?”

“I do appreciate them but that’s not the point! The point is I need you!” She sounded so desperate. She honestly had been feeling this way for a while and she hoped that this time he was really listening to her. “I just need a little bit of your time, for you to be with me, and not just physically. You’re with me but your head is somewhere else. I need you to just look at me, I–”

“Well, I’m sorry, okay?!” He cut her off, the tone of his voice rising up. “I’m sorry that my work demands so much of my time, it asks so much from me, I’ve always told you that from the beginning. My career is my life and there would be rough bumps along the way. Things get hard, things–”

“Yeah, that’s the problem, don’t you see??” Her tone was as high now, it was only adding to the tension. “You run away from me when things get hard for you. You don’t even want to share anything with me. You give me gifts and temporary attention to ‘make up’ for it. Every time!” She stood up from the sofa. She frustratingly pointed a finger against her chest, giving him a piercing gaze. “Am I so untrustworthy or unreliable? Am I that insufferable to deal with so you don’t want to open up to me?”

“Don’t.” He shook his head, clenching his fists. “Don’t start making up things now. I never for a second think about you that way.”

“Well, you always make me wonder. Wonder why you shut me out.” She shrugged. “It’s the truth, you can’t deny it. You always leave me out of things.”

“I’m just protecting you!” He abruptly stood up. “I can’t– I’m sorry if it’s hard for me to share things that I know would just hurt you and stress you out!” He moved his hands animatedly and quite angrily. “Don’t you understand?! I am saving you the troubles and the pain!”

“I want the f*cking pain!!” 

Her voice pierced through his ears and he froze in his place, feeling shivers down his spine. He clenched his jaw and gulped. The anger, the desperation, the pain that she had been holding in, she’d just let it all out. She’d gotten so upset at this point, the tears quickly pooled in her eyes and threatened to fall. It pained him even more. He had never seen her like this.

“I’d rather feel the pain, suffer with you.” Her voice was small and timid this time, but there were so many emotions in it. “I’d choose that, rather than feeling left out and not appreciated. I promise you that’s the worst thing to feel. I hate it. I absolutely f*cking hate it.”

He sat back down, burying his face into his hands, trying to compose himself and find the right words to say. He felt her anger, her sadness, but he also needed her to understand that he did everything for a reason.

He let out a little sigh as he looked up to her. Her tears were already streaming down her cheeks. 

“I don't live a normal life and all I’m trying to do is to keep you out of the abnormalities and all the absurd things. The sh*t people say out there, it gets scary sometimes. People are actually willing to do foolish and crazy things to bring me down.” He spoke with a more gentle tone, trying to reason with her. “And if you’re hurt, if something bad happens to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself.”

She wiped her tears away with her shaky hands, before she hugged herself with arms, trying to provide herself some comfort. He didn’t only sound serious, he also sounded sorry.

“What do you want me to do, then?” He stared at her with tired eyes. The anger in his eyes had worn off, it even looked like he was going to cry. “I’m sorry. I really am.” His voice was a bit shaky. “I’ll do whatever makes you happy. Please. I can’t lose you. What am I going to be if I lose you?”

Her heart clenched painfully. She couldn’t deny that it was heartbreaking to see himself asking the question—like he was really scared to lose her, like his world would crumble down in an instant if he lost her. She had never seen him like this before. He’d always appeared strong in front of her, like nothing could ever bring him down, like no one could ever catch him looking weak.

“Every single thing that I’ve ever done is to protect you and to make you happy, to earn your love. Most of the time I don’t think I deserve you, you know. Because you deserve more than this f*cking fool,” he said pointing at himself. “Who apparently doesn’t know how to love. I’m sorry if I’ve done it the wrong way and made you feel the opposite way.”

Without her even realising it, what she’d been wishing to see was happening right in front of her—for him to open up to her and show his vulnerable side. Her tears fell again, but for a different reason this time. She felt his confusion, his sorrow, and she was hurting with him.

After a moment of deafening silence, he suddenly stood up. He approached her, who was just standing with her head down. He grabbed her by her waist and turned her to look at him. He fixed her dishevelled hair, tucking stray strands of hair to the back of her ears. He lifted her head up by her chin, before he continued to wipe her tears again. Every touch was so gentle, every touch felt gave her warmth and comfort that she’d been longing.

“Look at me, please,” he said. She finally shifted her gaze up and stared back at him. His eyes were looking at her fondly. “I love you so much. Please believe me.” He choked up, trying his best to convey his feelings through his voice. “I took you home to my mum and told her you’re the most special person in my life, I try to treat you like a queen, I see you and talk about you like you’re my prized possession, because you are.”

She listened to him. She tried to really listen to him. And honestly, this time it wasn’t so hard to believe him. She appreciated that he was finally opening up, even though it had taken them quite a long time to get there, not to mention all the struggle they had had to go through. But he finally found his courage to be fragile.

“Do you know what? You don’t have to be strong all the time,” she said as his hands fell to her waists and safely rested there. Her voice was almost a whisper. “I’m your girlfriend. You have a responsibility to protect me, but I also have a responsibility to be your partner. So let me do my part.” She held his face and stroked a thumb on his cheek. “We do this together. We’re supposed to go through happiness and sadness together, we go through all the troubles together. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.” He nodded. “I’m really sorry, okay? I love you,” he said again, before she pulled him into a hug.

“I love you too. I love you,” she mumbled against his shoulder. She heard him letting out a sob as his chest and shoulders shook. He held her tight, and it had been a while since it felt like this. She felt heard and seen. She felt loved. It was all she ever wanted.

And he couldn’t describe the wave of relief that washed over him. He really thought that his biggest fear, losing her, was really going to happen. He realised that he’d actually failed her. All this time he had loved her his own way which he thought was the best and the safest way but apparently, it didn’t give her the safety he wanted for her. She was right—they had to do this together, and it meant that he had to listen to her, count her thoughts and feelings.

He would try. He promised he would try his best to see her how she wanted to be seen, and love her how she wanted to be loved. Because she was the most important person in his life, and he’d do anything to make himself deserve her.

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i had this sitting on my draft and i almost forgot about it! i kept switching between john and hendo when i wrote it. tell me who you imagined this! i hope you enjoyed it<3

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You think I want this

“you think i want this?” with dcl please  Dominic Calvert Lewin  Word Count: 282 “What is wrong with you? you have been in a serious mood with me all day. It seems like it is becoming too much” you watched as Dominic shrugged and didn’t seem fussed.  “Nothing wrong with me” you muttered, not looking at Dom.  “So you are just sitting here being quiet, but no course there’s nothing wrong” you bluntly replied.  “I hate this” you mumbled.  “What? if we spoke i’d know what you were on about” he asked.  “I hate feeling like this, shit and not knowing where I am going with life. You seem so certain about everything with life and i am just sitting here listening like i am supposed to care” you shrugged.  “Where has this all come from?” Dom asked as he sat closer towards you.  “I have been thinking about this for a while, just haven’t mentioned it” you sighed.  “you think I want this, i hate feeling like i am worthless and useless Dom” you heavily sighed.  “you aren’t worthless at all, I am so sorry if I have made you feel like this.” Dom scooted over beside you as you cuddled him.  “No Dom, nothing like that. I don’t know if the negativity surrounding our relationship online has really been getting to me.” you pouted.  “Oh darling, that isn’t good. Come on, it’s not worth it. I know that is so easy for me to say that, but I am sorry that you’ve been feeling like this. Don’t ever feel scared to say your feelings babe” Dom kisses the side of your head as you cuddle into him.  “Thank you, I will speak more often about how I’m feeling” you smiled as Dom reassured you. 

[arsenalgbt]

whats ur ranking of trent ships? and what do you think of jude/trent

ok ok ok ok ok hear me out!!

trent/dom really got us in a chokehold huh. really didn't think I'd be invested in any Liverpool ships after gerlonso hendollana and veteran discount caninho (iykyk). been years since the last time I wrote for Liverpool fandom. like I posted earlier; pretty privilege is soooooooooooooour real

ngl it's trent/hendo. the age gap, the slight size gap, my personal view of hendo because I was there when he was young and dumb and clearly in love with Adam lallana LMAOOOOOOOOO. ugh. imagine the lore; academy prospects trent 'competing' with literal soulmate Adam? the amazing trent/hendo fics on ao3 also helped!

clearly im biased because I wrote them already; trent/tyrone mings. have y'all seen such underrated man? tyrone mings... goddamn... he's like Dominic calvert-lewin or whoever his name is, but with the towering height... thus the size gap!!!! and this one video/gifset of trent ovulating I said what I said

im learning about trent/VVD likeeeeeeee . the lack of quality fics on ao3 pushed me off ngl lmao. jfc what's there not to like? size gap age gap clashing personalities... this gif... don't worry anon, I am REDEEMING myself by cooking some plot!! coming 2024 (I think lol)

also, not a fan of trent/Jude cuz both are bottoms. they can always take turns fucking eo silly, but not for me! (now, if we're talking Jude/gio Reyna aka the character swap aka hyper British lad being bff with calm reserved American????? and Jude/erling haaland bvb era...)

teehee~

[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.

[dclsbaby]

Let You Go - Dominic Calvert-Lewin (One Shot) 🦋

Summary: You leave Dom without warning after his mum expresses her disapproval of you and he tries to get you to come home with him. (Massive thanks to @dee192​ for requesting this, I changed it up a tiny bit but I hope you’ll still like it) 🤍 x

Warnings: painful pain angsty angst

Word Count: 2.1k

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“She doesn’t want to see you,” you could hear your friend say. “Please, let me just talk to her, fuck, let me just see her!” Dom begs.

“There’s not much I can do Dom, please you have to understand. Seeing you right now isn’t what she wants, or needs!” your friend replies. “What does she not want? Me? She doesn’t want me anymore?” he asks. “I—I don’t,” your friend sighs, not knowing what to say. “That’s right you can’t answer me, so let me fucking see her,” Dom pleads.

“I need answers! Let me fucking in!” his voice getting louder and louder, your friend unable to contain him for much longer.

You rested your head behind the door, trying to listen in on their conversation. Your emotions were all over the place, you so badly wanted to run up to him, tell him that of course you want him, but your relationship just wasn’t on the cards.

Words of “I’ve seen the likes of you before”, “you will never be enough for him” and “you are just another gold digger trying to rob him of all his money” said by his mother play through your mind over and over. And he doesn’t even know it.

Barely half an hour since that painful conversation, you swiftly packed all your things into two full suitcases and left your shared home to take shelter at your friend’s home.

You wiped the house clean of your things with except for a post-it that says,

I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.

You deserve someone better.

Please just trust me and let me go.

The paper wasn’t big enough to write an explanation, and you weren’t planning to give him one anyway.

Since then, it’s been two weeks of complete silence from your end.

Now, he’s standing in your friend’s driveway, arguing with her after getting a tip from a friend of his on your whereabouts.

***

You are desperate to see him, even for a split second. You needed to see him, just once more, to forever remind yourself of the contours of his face you used to trace with your fingertips, the full lips you sorely miss, and the comfort of his arms you so painfully want to be wrapped in. To remind yourself of your one true love, that no other man after him could ever live up to.

Giving into your impulses, you step behind the window to catch a glimpse of him. One peek was all it took for his head to shoot up to where you stood, as if his senses activated the second you were in sight.

You’ve been seen.

You felt your body freeze, before making a run for the stairs to hide yourself from him.

“(Y/N)...” he whispered. “(Y/N)—No, don’t run away from me!” Dom chases after you. Of course, he beats you to it and grabs your arm, making it impossible to reach the top of the stairs. Reminder to never even be bothered to run away from a professional athlete ever again. There’s no point.

“Don’t fucking run away from me for fuck’s sake!” he yells at you. Catching up to you within milliseconds.

“What the fuck do you want, Dom?” pulling your arm out his grasp, your hostility surprising Dom. You take a step, hovering above him. “What the fuck do I want? I want you to fucking come home! I want you to talk to me so we can work this out like fucking adults!”

“I don’t want to fucking talk to you, I made that very clear,” you tell him. “You left without an explanation, (Y/N)! You honestly think that I deserved that? That I deserved to come home to an empty house, to find the love of my life gone, and a stupid piece of paper telling me that you’ve left? Fuck off,” Dom shakes his head in anger.

“You just have to trust me, please, just leave,” you plead. “I am not fucking leaving until you give me answers.”

“Did you cheat on me?” Dom’s voice barely made it out. “Cheat on you? Of course I didn’t, how, how could you even think that?” taken aback at his question. “I don’t know, maybe you’ve been playing a game this whole time,” his voice gets louder with every syllable.

“A game? You think I’m enjoying this? Fine, the fucking truth is, I am split in two, Dom. I left half of my heart with you in that house that I no longer can function. You haven’t seen what I’ve been like over the past couple of weeks, so you don’t get to accuse me of playing a game,” you retaliate.

“You haven’t seen what I’ve been like!” upset at what you said. “You left for no reason! You barely gave me an explanation! I am so in over my head that I’ve been shit at training, shit at games, I’ve had the entire Goodison yell profanities at me when I got taken off, I’ve disappointed everyone because my mind, my heart, and my fucking soul is set on you!” Dom angrily lets out his thoughts.

“So it’s my fault? Great, another thing that I should take blame for,” you chuckle sarcastically, feeling overwhelmed. “Cheers Dom, nice talk, have a great night,” you proceed to walk up the stairs before Dom pulls you back down.

“I’m not fucking done with you,” he says sternly. “We are working this out now,” gesturing to the floor.

“Fine, not here, you’ll wake the entire neighbourhood up,” you continue your way up the stairs and into your friend’s guest bedroom, with Dom trailing behind you. Dom nearly shudders at the sight of the room, unhappy that you’ve made it into a home with everything so tidy, so in place, so cosy. He briefly wonders if you’ll ever come back.

***

The second the door was shut, you and Dom went back to arguing. And he wasted no time.

“You shut me out for weeks! You packed up your bags and left while I was at training, you don’t pick up my calls, you ignore my texts, you hide out at your friend’s place while we have our own home, you left me with nothing except for that stupid post-it!” he pants. “How the fuck do you think that made me feel? You’ve put our entire relationship in a small piece of fucking paper,” he looks away for a moment. “You couldn’t even say goodbye.”

“Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye to you? Did it ever occur to you that if you ever tried to stop me I would’ve stayed and been with you even though I know it wouldn’t work?” you raise your voice.

“How would you fucking know that it wouldn’t work? You barely gave us a chance to work it out, you just left!” his arms flail in frustration. “I don’t even know what we’re meant to work out, why you even left!”

Silence fills the air before Dom shifts closer to you.

“Why did you leave me?” Dom softly asks, barely making eye contact. You let out a deep breath at his question.

“You don’t get it Dom, you just don’t,” you look onto the floor. “What is it that I don’t get? Tell me, please,” Dom begs.

You’ve been cornered and there is no escape.

“Your mother hates me, and there’s nothing I can do about it,” shaking your head. “My mother? What?” Dom pulls back and sits up straight.

“We had a conversation,” you’re finally about to speak your truth. Dom’s head shot up, confused.

“You weren’t home, she came over and sat me down,” you pause, pressing your lips together, bracing yourself for what’s about to come out of your mouth. “Your mum told me that I am a gold digger, that I’m with you for the money and the fame,” you can feel tears pooling in your eyes. “Wh—what?” Dom takes a sharp inhale in shock. “She sees her as her own daughter and I can’t live up to that,” you refer to his ex.

Dom looks up to the ceiling in disbelief. “Your mom told me she knew I couldn’t make a living for myself with the job that I have, and accused me of preying on you to be set for life,” a tear rolled down your eye to which you quickly wiped. “I—” “And she’s right, in a way,” you look up at him, cutting him off. “You bought us a house, you built us a home, you provide me with comfort, you give me security,” you pause for a moment. “You gave me everything, whilst I gave you nothing.”

Dom stays silent knowing there’s more. And he’s right. “But even if you didn’t have all of those things, even if you barely have a penny in your pocket, I’d still be in love with you. If everything we have, if everything you have would be taken away from you right this second, I’d still be in love with you,” you place a hand on his right cheek, and notice that his eyes have turned bloodshot red.

“But I also can’t handle disapproval. If your mother thinks that you’re better off without me, as much as it kills me,” you begin to cry. “I—I have to respect that,” your voice breaking. “I just want you to be happy, even if that means I’d have to let you go.

Dom pulls you into his arms, holding you, embracing you, harder than ever before.

“I don’t care what my mother thinks, I am in love with you and only you,” Dom assures you whilst trying to process what you said. “You have given me more than I could ever offer. You’ve shown me that I am a man who deserves to be loved. You’ve filled me in with so much love my heart could burst at any given time. You’ve given me more reasons to live and give my all in this world. That is more than anything I could give you.”

“You deserve someone else,” your voice breaks. “I deserve you. I have no interest in reliving my past or even have anyone from my past be a part of my life today, because you are my life,” he says, staring into your eyes hoping you believe him.

You look up to him in shock and relief at the same time, if that’s even possible.

“I love you too much,” he says, holding your face in his hands. “I would marry you right fucking now if I could, I would get eloped with you right now and run away from the world. Just the two of us,” Dom tells you. “We don’t need anyone’s blessing. I don’t care for it,” he confesses. “I just want you.”

“We can’t be together Dom, your mum—” “—I don’t care what she thinks. I am grown enough to know what’s meant for me and what isn’t. She was massively out of line and shouldn’t have made such a despicable accusation,” he says, pissed off.

“Don’t say that, she’s your mother,” you try to calm him down. “I get that, but she’s almost cost me the love of my life, and if I lost you I can’t ever forgive her for that,” he whispers. “We’ll go through this together, you have to believe me when I say that I’m not letting anyone get in the way of us,” he tries to convince you. “You should’ve known that I would do anything to protect what we have.”

“I didn’t want to put you in a position where you had to choose,” you say to him. “I understand, but that isn’t your choice to make baby,” Dom says.

“I love you, (Y/N). No one and nothing can get in the way of that, ever, you have to believe me, please,” Dom begs. “I love you,” you say it back.

Dom puts a hand behind your neck, pulling you close before planting a hard kiss on your tear-stained lips. The kiss was desperate, full of longing, desire, and rage all in one.

It was a kiss that almost went too far, but there was something else you both needed to do.

You broke off the kiss and pulled away from him.

“Come home with me? Please?” Dom asks, hoping you’d come back home and never leave again.

“Only if you help me pack,” you tease. Dom’s face brightens up, dimples on either of his cheeks, his nose scrunching in excitement.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he says, a peck on the lips after every ‘I love you’.

You both stood up, ready to make a mess out of your friend’s guest bedroom.

Dom places his hands on your hips tugging them closer to his, before leaning into your face. “Don’t ever leave me again,” he pleads.

“Never.”

[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 ❤🖤❤

[footballxixstars]

Shopping for Summer Clothes • Dominic Calvert-Lewin

Summer had crept up and you found yourself needing new clothes. Okay maybe you didn’t exactly need new clothes but you wanted new summer clothes considering you had a holiday planned and everything else so you felt like you needed new clothes for it. With Dominic being your boyfriend you thought that it would be a good idea to bring him along with you so you can spend some more time together and you would be doing something that he enjoys as well. Inviting him though you completely forgot how much Dom cares about clothes and fashion. Obviously, you knew how much he likes fashion but you forgot about the amount of help he would like to give you. You should’ve known that he would have a lot of input into what you buy and would also try to pick out his own clothes instead of allowing you to pick up your own clothes. It’s Dom and he has opinions on all kinds of fashion especially on what you and he wears. A right fashionista, that is what he is.

“Can I see you trying on the clothes before you buy them?” Dom asked, wanting to make sure that you buy stuff that looks nice and fashionable. He needs to put his input in since his fashion is so on point so he needs to make sure yours is too. Your clothes need to be up with his fashion he always jokes so apparently he has to have a say in the clothes that you buy.

“I get the final say,” You told him sternly already knowing what Dom is like with his fashion. Not that he has bad fashion, it suits him, honestly, it suits him but if you wore it then it would be a whole other story.

“Of course,”

You walked around the shop together picking up some clothes that you like the look of and think will look nice on you. Obviously, you pick them up in your size if they had them, if not you just made note of what the clothes looked like because you may be able to order them online. You had managed to pick up a bunch of clothes that both you and Dom were carrying. Surprisingly Dom stayed with you not even bothering to try to look for his own clothes however he was looking thoroughly through the women’s clothes and you knew exactly what he was doing. He was making a note of the clothes he would try to persuade you to try on and then later buy them. He was spending longer looking at some of them than you actually were so you definitely knew that this was what he was doing. After picking up a considerable amount of clothes you made your way to the changing rooms to try them all on.

“I’m going to go and try them out and then come out to get your opinion which I may or may not take in,” You stated going straight to get changed in the changing room closing the curtain pretending not to hear what he was saying to you even though it was only a thin curtain between the both of you. He was only saying how you should listen to his opinion especially because he has great taste in fashion. Anyway, you picked random clothes and put them on instantly looking in the mirror so you could style it and see what it looks like yourself before going out to Dom. You need your own opinion before getting Dom’s so he can't unknowingly influence your opinion on the clothes.

“What about this?” You asked coming out of the changing room with some new clothes on. The first of many. He looked at you properly asking you to turn around and everything and do a little walk so he could get a proper look at what it looks like. He can see what it looks like from all angles, how it fits on your body especially when you walk and how it looks in different lighting. Those are some of the most important things to look for when buying some fashionable clothes. He stated the pros and cons of it, what he liked about it and what he didn’t before he sent you behind the curtain to change into another outfit before coming out and getting his opinion again. This went on for a while and you could tell that Dom was getting bored with it and to be honest you didn’t blame him. All he was doing was sitting there giving you his opinion on clothes so yeah there was a good reason to be bored.

“Let me pick,” Dom said to you. You looked at him for a second not really wanting him to pick you some clothes knowing what he would come up with. You also wanted Dom to have some fun though since you were the one who originally asked if he wanted to come with you. You felt like you had to let him do something. If you allow him to pick clothes it doesn’t mean that you have to buy them and wear them and it entertains him for a bit and he may even go and look for his own clothes which you didn’t want but that would entertain him and make him busy.

“Fine, I’ll go and try on these clothes whilst you go and pick,” You stated leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. The smile on his face was wide, boyish almost. It was like picking out your clothes was one of the most enjoyable things in the world. You didn’t think it was that much fun but apparently, Dom thought so. Once you placed the soft kiss on his lips he instantly walked off.

During the time Dom was gone to find you some outfits that he wanted you to wear, outfits that he thought were fashionable and would look fashionable and good on you. You tried on a number of different clothes and outfits, sorting out the ones that you like and the ones that you didn’t like so you could easily pass them back to the worker who was standing at the front of the changing rooms. You wouldn’t have to go through all of them right in front of them. You had just sorted out most of the clothes that you had tried on when you heard a cough from the other side of the curtain so you opened it and saw Dom standing there with a bunch of clothes folded over his arms. From first looks, there were definitely some clothes that you liked the look of but there were others that obviously looked horrendous. Some of the clothes had too many colours on for your liking and colours that clearly clashed as well, stuff that nobody could pull off.

“Pass me one,” You sighed, holding out your hand so Dom could put the first outfit/clothes on your arms. This was going to take hours to go through. You had already been here for hours and now you’re going to be here for hours more. Hope Dom doesn’t get that bored again, actually, he can then you won’t have to try many of his outfits on. You got changed into the clothes before going out to see Dom to get his own opinion on the things he grabbed. He would give you his opinion and then give you some more clothes. This went on for a while and nothing else really got said until he passed you one certain outfit. It was the worst that you’ve ever seen.

“Dom I can’t pull this off,” You said as he passed you something else to wear. It was a flowery playsuit. A horrific looking flowery playsuit.

“Of course you can, confidence is key,” Dom said, pushing you into the changing room and closing the curtain so you could get changed. Reluctantly get changed into it, at least the other stuff actually looked somewhat decent but this no. Once you put it on you looked in the mirror to see what it looked like you were speechless. Usually, there is something about the outfit that you like and even if it is one minor thing there is still something you like but with this, there is absolutely nothing that you like. Absolutely nothing. It may suit other people but you, no way. It wouldn’t fit around your body right and the colours as well. The colours clashed considerably. How did Dom ever think that would be classed as fashionable?

You opened the curtain and walked out with a pout on your face showing Dom how much you hated it. As soon as he saw you, you could tell that he was trying to hold back a laugh. Obviously, Dom knew that this wasn’t a good look either.

“Okay, maybe you can’t pull that off,” Dom laughed.

“You think,” You said, throwing your arms up. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against your lips to shut you up about what else you were going to say about this outfit. Your hands got twisted in his hair as you got lost in the kiss. Dom seemed to remember where you were though whilst you completely forgot.

“Go and put the next one on,” Dom said, pushing you back into the changing room once he pulled away from the kiss.

You tried them all on until there was nothing left and you and Dom could finally go home. You hadn’t even bothered to go out to Dom in the end since that was taking too long and you wanted to get this over and done with now. You picked up all of your stuff and the clothes which you sorted out and as you passed the clothes you didn’t want you apologised to the store worker about how many there were there. There was a lot that they would have to sort out. As you walked out Dom was just sitting there with a bunch of clothes of his own in his arms. Obviously, he had gone to do some shopping of his own whilst you were finishing up. You rolled your eyes but the both of you walked towards the till to buy all of the clothes.

“Never going clothes shopping with you again,” you stated causing Dom to laugh as he laid all of the clothes that he brought on the till as well, also the outfit that he brought you without you knowing. You’ll find out about all of that later though. Never going clothes shopping with Dom again.

MASTERLIST | MORE CALVERT LEWIN

[champagne-coys]

A dcl one, where a friend of yours videoing you both and giving an insider on how funny your guys’ relationship is💙

i have just woken up, apologises these are taking so long 🖤

A few of the Everton lads had come over to yours and Dom’s place just to chill after a relatively hard training session. Mason had caught the two of you sat on the sofa of the living room bantering each other while playing fifa. It had started off as a harmless game of fifa but it was inevitable as you too were overly competitive that it would lead to a fight. After a couple of minute of trash talks you have started the game. You were about half way through the second half and it was 2-2. The two of you were sat in silence to concentrated on the game when you performed a nasty tackle on one of his player. “ref, ref, PENALTY.” he jumped up hand waving around in distress. “nah that wasn’t a pen.” you laid back onto the said praying the ref blew in your favour. At this point Mason had heard the noise and was now stood at the door of the living room filming the two of you. Dom was screaming at the tv as the ref made his decision - no penalty. You sighed knowing you got lucky. “No, no you’re cheating.” You turned around looking at you unimpressed. You raised your eyebrows back at him “and how exactly am I cheating Dominic please enlighten me.” He sat down next to you ready to resume the game not before mumbling “paid off the game.” You laughed at him shaking your head. “Dom.” You got no response his eye locked onto the screen. “Dominic.” You carried on laughing finding the situation way more funny than it should be. “Just start the game.” He sounded annoyed and you weren’t letting that happen putting your controller down and tried to wrestled him on to sofa. He obviously was much bigger and stronger. “Give me a kiss.” You whispered. “Not until you apologise for cheating.” You faked sounded shocked because although you weren’t guilty of cheating you knew deep down it should have been a penalty. “I did no such thing.” You look at him offended before giggling. At this point you were full on having a wrestling match on the floor him obviously winning and you laid on the floor under him unable to control your laughter. Unbeknownst to the both of you mason and tom had both caught the full thing on camera and posted it to their stories with captions along the lines of ‘couples goals🤩😍’ or ‘mum and dad are fighting again 🙄😂’. The fan loving seeing your more playful side.

[emwritesfootball]

Dirty Little Secret | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

It's midnight PST which means I'm so far past the deadline for @footballffbarbiex's Summer Writing Challenge but I don't really care. Please enjoy the millionth version of 'sneaking around with a rival' but with DCL. This one's for the babes: @sweetlikesugar9 @dclsbaby @domspeach

Word Count: 3,610

Warnings: light mentions of smut, sneaking around

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Your phone felt heavy in your pocket. You wanted so badly to pull it out and reread the text you’d been sent an hour ago, but then Jordan would be suspicious and you didn’t want to try to cobble together some half-assed explanation that would ultimately end in disaster.

“Are you listening to me?” Jordan asked, huffing your name in frustration. “I swear, you’ve been spacy for the last week. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lied, rolling your eyes. Jordan gave you a disbelieving look, so you elaborated, “Work has been kicking my ass and I’m annoyed, okay? I know it’ll pass, but I’d just like it if you let me handle it on my own.”

Jordan’s face softened. “I’m sorry. And I won’t, alright?” When you nodded, he continued, “But you know that if you ever need me to step in and use my name, I will.”

“I know,” you said, giving him a teary-eyed smile. “You know how much I don’t want that, but if it comes down to it, I’ll let you know.”

“It’s just...you’re my little sister, and I worry about you.” Jordan wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into a hug.

“Yeah, yeah - I appreciate it.” You paused, finally remembering the conversation from earlier. “Wait, you were saying something about England?”

Jordan smiled, launching into the conversation. “I just got the call from Southgate today. He told me I’ll be part of this upcoming England squad.”

“What?! Jordan, that’s incredible!” You squealed, wrapping him up in a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks. I was hoping I’d get the call-up, but with each camp, you never know. And I get older every year and-”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you scoffed, waving him off. “You’ve done so much for the club and you deserve this. Take the win and move on.”

“I hate it when you’re right, you know.”

You giggled, shoving him playfully. “It feels weird to be the one dispensing life advice to my older brother, so don’t worry, it’s just as weird for me, too.”

You left Jordan’s place a little while later, promising to help him plan an England get-together once the rest of the squad was announced.

Once you were back home, you finally pulled up the text you’d been both excited for and dreading about replying to.

Dominic: When can I see you again?

Just as you started typing, the three dots on his end popped up and you couldn’t help the rush of excitement that pooled in your belly when his latest text came through.

Dominic: I just got good news. Come over and celebrate?

You: I’m on my way

***

The moment Dom opened his front door, his lips were on yours. He pinned you against the door, kissing you hungrily as his hands slid up your shirt. You moaned into his mouth, loving the way his body fit against yours as he swallowed the sound.

“What…” Your thought was cut off as Dom sucked on the sensitive spot on your neck. “What was the good news?”u

“Later,” Dom hummed, nibbling on your earlobe. “I wanna celebrate first.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” You giggled, the sound quickly turning to a breathy whimper as one of Dom’s hands slid between your legs. “Fuck, Dom! It makes sense - please just take me to bed.”

Dom smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. He threw you down on the bed, kneeling between your legs as he started to undress you. It had only been a little over a month since the two of you started sleeping together, but neither of you could get enough of each other.

Your name was on his lips as he sucked a mark into your hip, watching as you dug your heels into the mattress while he kissed his way up your inner thighs before sucking on your clit and making you cry out. “You’re always so responsive for me,” he praised, chuckling as he slid two fingers inside you. “So sexy.”

“Please, Dom!” You whimpered, burying your fingers in his curls. “Please make me cum already!”

He responded to your pleas, flipping you over onto your stomach and driving his cock into you. One hand was around your throat, the other smacking your ass as pure filth spewed from his mouth with every thrust. Dom made you feel dirty in the best possible ways and it wasn’t long before you were cumming around his cock, feeling his cum coat your inner walls as he released his own orgasm inside you.

“So, what’s the news?” You asked as you cuddled with Dom, your head on your chest with one hand tracing patterns across his forearm.

“I can’t believe I almost forgot - I got called up to the England squad for this upcoming run of matches.”

He said it so casually that you almost didn’t register what he’d said. “Wait, what?”

“I got another call-up!”

Your stomach bottomed out and you thought you were gonna be sick. “Dom, that’s amazing!” You said, hoping he didn’t notice how preoccupied you sounded.

“Thank you!” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, a much more intimate gesture than the two of you usually did, but you didn’t question it. “You’ll come see me play, right?”

“Of course,” you promised, hoping you sounded sincere.

When he drifted off to sleep, you were still up, your mind racing as you tried to figure out how you were going to tell Dom that you were Jordan Henderson’s baby sister.

***

Anfield. Last Spring.

You flashed your Friends and Family pass to the staff, feeling a bit awkward as you looked for Rebecca and the kids. It wasn’t often that you used the ticket Jordan purchased, preferring the season tickets you’d gotten with friends ages ago on the off-chance you were recognized. The only time you did was for Derby matches, and today was no exception; the ‘Henderson 14’ burning a hole in your back as you took your seat.

The whistle blew and the match began. You were as nervous as you always were during Derby matches, your heart in your throat every time Jordan got the ball. You were always worried something would happen to him on the pitch, what with the countless injuries he’d had over the years.

You cheered along with the rest of the spectators when Mo put one in the back of Pickford’s net a couple minutes outside of the 20th. Richarlison scored moments before the end of the first half, tying it up before the start of the second.

There was a penalty call early on in the second half and your heart stopped as you watched Jordan step up to take it. He hadn’t been in good form to take a pen all season, having missed three of his four pens so far, and you peeked through your fingers, hoping the ball would slot right into the back of the net.

...

It didn’t.

It didn’t, and you were devastated. Suddenly, you didn’t want to be wearing your brother’s jersey anymore. You felt sick as all the friends and family of your brother’s teammates gave you sympathetic pats and hugs while the match wore on.

When Mo scored his second of the night, you screamed until you were hoarse. It wasn’t long after that and the final whistle was blowing and the match ended 2-1 in favour of Liverpool. You hugged Jordan tightly when he finally appeared, giving him a small smile. “Sorry about your pen.”

He stiffened and you instantly knew you’d hit a nerve. Sometimes, he was able to laugh these things off, but tonight apparently wasn’t one of those nights. “Fuck off.”

“You’ll get the next one, I’m sure.” You winced internally as the words came out of your mouth and Jordan’s expression darkened.

Your name was an angry growl on his lips as he said, “If you’re trying to make me feel better, just don’t. I don’t need your sunshine and rainbows opinion - if I want it, I’ll ask, got it?”

His condescending tone ignited your own nerve and you got in his face. “Go to hell, Jordan,” you hissed, your eyes involuntarily welling with tears at the angry confrontation. You turned on your heel and stormed off, ignoring Rebecca’s pleas for you to come back.

You sat in your car, waiting for the tears to subside. It wasn’t often that you fought with him, and to make matters worse, you’d been staying with him for a bit while you looked for a place of your own, so you couldn’t even avoid him at home.

Instead of going home, you headed to your favourite pub. It was low key, and you knew there probably wouldn’t be too many people in there so you could drink in peace. You changed out of the jersey, throwing on a t-shirt you found in the backseat of your car, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself than usual.

“Can I buy the next?” A man’s voice asked, and you turned to find Dominic Calvert-Lewin sitting on the barstool next to yours.

“Sure,” you said, giving him a small smile. “As long as you let me buy the one after that.”

“You’ve heard, I take it?” Dom gave you a sheepish smile, ducking his head and looking away.

“I was there. Thought you had it for a minute there when that pen didn’t go in.”

“Me, too. I had a couple good shots in there, but none of them ended up going in.”

“I saw.” Dom gave you a look at your comment and the two of you burst into giggles. “Sorry, I just had to say it.”

“Clearly, you know who I am,” he started, his gaze raking over your body. “Can I at least get your name? You look so familiar...”

You debated giving him your middle name or a fake name altogether, but ultimately gave him your real name, conveniently leaving out your surname. He rewarded you with a full-blown smile that you felt all the way down to your toes; a smile that made you think about what it would be like to kiss those lips.

A couple hours later, and you didn’t have to wonder what it felt like to kiss him. His lips were on yours in the back of the Uber as the two of you headed back to his place. Another hour after that, and you were discovering all the other things his mouth and hands could do, loving the way his body felt against yours.

When you left in the morning, you felt like you had a secret that was only yours to keep - and Dom’s, of course - but this was you sticking it to your brother by sleeping with one of his rival club’s players while also getting some much-needed sex.

A week later, you were grinning down at your phone as you read Dom’s latest text.

Dom: So, when can I see you again?

***

Jordan’s House, Present Day

“We’ve got everything we need, right?” Jordan asked, frantically looking around his kitchen. The counter was fully-stocked with all the alcohol he could possibly need, there was enough food to feed an army, and everything was as it should be.

“Yes,” Rebecca confirmed, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a kiss. You shut your eyes and made a face, still not used to seeing your brother be intimate with his wife. “Everything’s going to be great. The team should be arriving in about an hour, so don’t go too crazy waiting for them, okay?”

Jordan nodded and you laughed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do that. “Well, if neither of you need me, I’m gonna go nap in the guest room,” you announced. “Wake me if I sleep through my alarm?”

“Sure.”

You went up to the guest room, setting your alarm to give yourself half an hour to get ready for the party.

***

The party was on by the time Dom walked through the door. Someone put a beer in his hands and he made the rounds, catching up with players he hadn’t called teammates since the last call-up.

“Hey!” Hendo shouted, waving at Dom from his lounge chair by the pool. “Calvert-Lewin, as I live and breathe. How are you?”

Dom brought it in for a hug, laughing. “I’m good, I’m good.”

“I’d ask how you’re coping with losing to us yet again in the Derby, but I’m sure you had no problem finding some willing girl to console you.”

“Now that you mention it, I’ve been seeing this girl for a few months now. Hooked up with her the night we lost to you and haven’t really looked back.”

“Good for you. She coming to the matches?”

Dom shrugged. “Not sure yet. Haven’t really done much talking, if you know what I mean.”

Hendo smirked. “Nice.”

Just as Dom was about to say more, Rebecca came running over. “Jordan, have you seen your sister? I think we’re running out of drinks and she said she’d run to the store if we needed her to and well, we need her to.”

“Is she not up from her nap?” Hendo asked, his brows furrowing when Rebecca shrugged. “Okay, can you go see if she’s awake? I’ve kind of got my hands full.”

“Yeah, I-”

“Mummy!” One of the kids ran up to Rebecca, drawing her attention away. “Dom! Good to see you! Can you go wake my sister-in-law?”

“Sure. Where is she?”

Hendo gave him directions and Dom was off, searching for the guest bedroom.

“Hello?” He asked, lightly knocking on the closed door. When he got no response, he turned the handle and opened the door. “Hendo’s sister?”

***

Shit. You’d slept through your alarm and now someone was waking you up. And to make matters worse, they were calling you ‘Hendo’s sister’. “What?” You asked groggily, shifting.

“Your brother needs you.”

The voice sounded familiar but you were too tired to figure out why. “Okay. Can you turn on the light?” The sound of the switch being flipped and the light hit you. “Oh, fuck, that’s bright!” You covered your eyes, blinking rapidly to try to get used to the light.

You heard your name being whispered incredulously and you realized it was Dom standing in front of you.

***

Dom couldn’t believe it. Here you were, standing - well, technically sitting in bed - in front of him and you turned out to be Jordan Henderson’s little sister. “You’re…” He trailed off, unable to say the words.

“Yeah.” You looked down at your hands, not wanting to see the look on his face. “Jordan Henderson is my older brother.” You heard the door shut and you looked up, not expecting him to still be standing in front of you.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Dom asked, his expression blank as he crossed his arm and leaned against the door. “You’ve had plenty of chances to tell me and you haven’t. Why?”

“I just… I don’t know.” You sighed, looking up at the ceiling as you struggled to find composure. “Everybody treats me differently when they find out who my brother is, so I don’t exactly go around telling everyone I meet that my brother is… who he is.”

“But we’re sleeping together! Hell, I’ve got you in my bed more than half the nights of the week and you still didn’t think to tell me?!”

“Dom!” You hissed, fear coursing through your veins. You didn’t want anyone to overhear him even though you knew they were probably too busy with the party. “I didn’t think to tell you because I didn’t think we were that serious!”

Dom looked furious. His jaw clenched and he stormed over to you, kneeling on the bed and taking your face in his hands. He kissed you hard, pinning you underneath him and all you could do was loop your arms around his neck and kiss him with everything you had. “How’s that for serious?” He asked, breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m here, kissing you in your brother’s house where anyone could discover us, and you don’t think I’m serious.”

“I-I get it now,” you stuttered, smiling at him. “Can we just wait a little while before we tell Jordan about us?”

“Just as long as we tell him before we have to go back to being rivals, okay?”

“Okay.” You gave him one last kiss. “Now you’re really gonna have to leave because I’m pretty sure Jordan didn’t send you here to come into the guest room and kiss me senseless.”

Dom chuckled at that. “He definitely didn’t. Pretty sure Rebecca was saying something about needing you to run and grab more alcohol, too? But the point is that we need to get you out of this bed and to the right people.”

***

You couldn’t stop staring at him. Dom was right across the room, chatting it up with Rice and Mount, laughing with the two footballers. He caught your gaze, giving you a subtle wink before turning back to say something to Rice. You watched him pull his phone out, your own vibrating in your back pocket moments later.

Dom: Meet me in the guest bedroom… Five minutes

You tried to keep the smile off your face, but it was impossible. “Who’s the guy?” Came Rebecca’s voice over your shoulder.

You gasped, hoping she didn’t see Dom’s name at the top of the contacts list before you shut it off. “Uh, nobody? Just a guy I’m sleeping with.”

Rebecca gave you a look. “Just a guy?” She rolled her eyes. “Not with that lovey-dovey look in your eyes, he’s not.”

“Okay, fine,” you sighed. “He’s not just a guy, but I’m not ready to introduce him to you and Jordan, okay? He’s just...not someone I would usually date and I don’t want Jordan to lose his shit, especially with these matches coming up.”

“I see,” Rebecca said wisely, giving you a knowing look. “Just don’t wait too long, because Dominic Calvert-Lewin looks like the kind of man who won’t wait around forever.”

“How did you-?” You asked, incredulous. “Nevermind, I don’t wanna know.”

Rebecca laughed. “Don’t worry - I won’t tell Jordan. That’s something you’ve gotta do.”

***

Two Weeks Later

“We can’t keep doing this,” Dom murmured in-between kisses in one of the empty rooms of Wembley. “Tomorrow’s the last match in this run of friendlies and I wanna catch Hendo on his good side when the two of us aren’t rivals.”

You giggled, the sound morphing into a moan as he kissed your neck. “After the match tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

Dom pulled away, a serious look on his face. “I’m serious. If you don’t tell him after the match tomorrow, I’m not sure I’ll be able to continue this.”

The pit of dread grew in your stomach. You wanted to tell Jordan but you’d never shown an interest in or dated any footballers before, let alone one of his rivals. It was going to be hard to convince him that you were serious about Dom, and for the first time, you realized you were serious about him.

~~~

The day of the match, you were in the stands in your ‘Henderson 8’ kit. The ‘Calvert-Lewin 18’ was underneath, your body tense with the anticipation - fear? - of telling your brother that you and Dom were seeing each other.

All your nerves went out the window the moment Dom came on and scored after less than five minutes of being on the pitch. You were on your feet with the rest of the stadium, cheering on your man as he celebrated with your brother.

The friendly ended England’s way and you were celebrating it like they’d won the World Cup. Without a second thought, you launched yourself into Dom’s arms, both of you giddy as he spun you around before setting you down on the ground and kissing you breathless.

“What the hell?!” Came Jordan’s voice, snapping you and Dom out of your own little world.

“Jordan, it’s-” you started, but your brother was furious.

“No, I don’t wanna hear it. The two of you?!” He glared at Dom. “At my party, were you talking about my sister? To me?! You’ve got some nerve, Dominic.”

Dom held up his hands. “I didn’t know she was your sister at the time, I swear!”

“It’s true: he didn’t,” you backed up your man, threading your fingers through his in a nonverbal show of support. “I knew who he was when I started sleeping with him, but he didn’t know who I was.”

Jordan rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what I hate more: that that’s actually believable or that I’m starting to be okay with this.”

“Really?” You asked, your eyes wide. You and Dom shared a look.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to completely love this - at least not for a year or more - but you better not hurt her, Dominic. I’m serious.”

Dom squeezed your hand, nodding with a serious expression. “Yes, sir.”

You held back your giggle at Dom’s response, not wanting to ruin your brother’s good mood. You let go of Dom’s hand to go over and hug Jordan, a bright smile on your face. “Thank you!”

“Don’t thank me; just make sure he doesn’t hurt you so I don’t have to hurt him.”

An hour later when you met Dom, you couldn’t stop smiling, making sure to stop in front of Wembley to kiss him one more time before he took you out on a proper date in public.

[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.

[travellvogue]

“What?! You’ve never seen a blue Santa?!”- Dominic Calvert-Lewin

12 Days of Christmas- Day 11:

He was up to something, he had to be. He’d been texting you all day whilst you were at work asking you ‘when are you gonna be home?’ and ‘text me when you’re on your way back’, which of course made you very suspicious. 

“Babe I swear to god if you’ve ruined the house just days before Christmas I’m gonna break your face!” you speak into the cars hands free bluetooth system whilst on the phone to him. Your day at work seeming to drag on forever, plus it didn’t help that one of the guys you work with was telling you how he’d covered all of his girlfriends belongs in mini googly-eyes whilst she was away. His stories of being an immature 20-something-year-old was making your mind run away with you, thinking of the worst possible scenario you could be greeted home with.  

“Nooo I wouldn’t dare” he laughs down the speaker. Truthfully, the house was untouched, he knew not to mess with your perfect Christmas decorations. God forbid he moved a stocking out of place or crumpled the sheets in the spare bedroom. “Just hurry up and get home… but drive safe! Don’t hurry! Take your time… but chip chop!” you can’t help but laugh at him, shaking your head and saying a quick goodbye before hanging up.

He sits in the living room, scratching at his jawline. This fake two foot beard surely was made of horsehair, it felt as though sandpaper was scratching at his skin. Plus this velvet ‘suit’ wasn’t doing his body any favours. He felt stupid. He looked stupid. But if it made you smile then he’s done his job. He’d nearly poked himself in the eye several with the fluffy pom pom on the end of the hat.

One thing he’d learnt from this- apart from it being very difficult to find this costume- is that he’s never going to dress up as Santa for your kids. Never. Okay maybe if you beg him, but there’s old men out there that get paid to be put through this. 

He giggles to himself when he hears your car pull into the drive, knee bouncing nervously in anticipation as he listens to the noise of your keys being pushed through the lock. You’re looking at your phone when you push the door open, no doubt catching up on the girls group chat or flicking through Instagram stories of your friends at Winter Wonderland or a boomerang of a Dominos box with the caption ‘coz it’s friday’. 

You look beautiful. He feels even more stupid now. Because look how effortlessly stunning you are, hair falling in front of your face and the tip of your nose sniffling at the coldness of the outside. Even in your work clothes you looked so effortlessly breathtaking, he can’t help but stare at the curve of your thighs, leading up to his favourite part of your body, getting a great view when you lean down to put your bags on the floor. 

“Fuck! You scared-... What the hell are you wearing!?” he’s brought back to reality with the sound of your voice. Suddenly remembering the situation he’d put himself in. Laughing to himself and opening his arms to give you a great view. 

“What?! You’ve never seen a blue Santa?!” his wide grin tugs to one side to become a smug smirk. Standing from the sofa and giving you a fashionable spin. Of course the suit was blue, and finding a blue santa costume was one of the hardest searches of his life. But there was on way he was dressing himself in red, plus the Everton scarf wrapped around his neck paired perfectly with the baggy top and oversized bottoms, he’d even put Everton stickers on the giant stompers that were apparently the style of shoe that Santa Claus wore. 

“You look ridiculous” you hold your hand up to your face as you laugh, “Are you meant to be Santa or Papa Smurf?” you squeal. Dom smiles at the sight of how happy you look. You’d been so stressed with work and preparing everything for Christmas since the two of you were hosting at your shared house this year, that he’d hardly seen that little sparkle in your eyes when you laugh. 

Yes he might look like a knobhead, but he’s made that spark reappear and that was the most important thing to him. 

“Come sit on Santa’s lap” he chuckles, sitting back down and patting his knee. His hand roaming up and down your thigh once you get comfy. 

“This is quite touchy feely for a childhood icon” you tease, rubbing the tip of your fingers over his nails, feeling your heart grow warm at the sight of the black nail varnish that was still there after you’d painted his nails a few days ago. He was hesitant at first, but you knew by the way he looked at the final result that he actually was quite enjoying having his nails looking fancy. 

“Maybe Santa’s on the naughty list” he hums in your ear, kissing along your jawline, the beard making you whine and pull away from him. 

“Get rid of this” you whisper, pulling the fake hair from his chin, stretching the elastic over his head and chucking it to the side, cupping his bare face and pushing your lips against his. Even dressed like a Smurf-looking-Santa he was still the sexiest man on the planet.

tags: @footballdaydream @footballerimaginess @prettylittletrent @evie-pr @hnrfc

[bbychilly]

Dominic Calvert-Lewin:

popcorn and kisses

[jadonsanhco]

‘You wouldn’t act like that if it was just me and you baby’ some smutty DCL xx

some of dom’s friends were explicitly discussing their sex lives, dominic joining in though making sure not to give away details about the fun the two of you had in the bedroom together. your cheeks were bright red as you blushed at what they were talking about, dom’s arm wrapped around you the whole time in a protective way when they were asking a bit too personal questions to you, making you stutter as if you were completely innocent and wouldn’t be dropping to your knees in front of dom the minute you would both get home.

“you wouldn’t act like that if it was just me and you baby,” he whispered in your ear when the lads shifted their attention to someone else. “a lot more vulgar words would be leaving your mouth as you would beg me to fuck you,” he pressed a kiss to your neck while you tried to not burn up too much, not wanting to give away you were getting all hot and bothered by the conversation and the thought of dominic fucking you.

“can we please go home then? so we’re alone and i can beg you to fuck me without trying to play innocent,” you whispered back and looked at him as you bit your lip, dom nodding and quickly making an excuse for the two of you to go home so he could do all he wanted to do to you.

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