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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.

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[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.

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[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

[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.”

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[bbychilly]

Dominic Calvert-Lewin:

popcorn and kisses

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[jadonsanhco]

One w DCL where you’re pregnant so a bit clingy and he’s talking to Tom on the phone and says that he wanted some space or whatever and you overhear it and you have an argument about it. You say that with your hormones and the fact that you’re literally carrying his child, wanting to around him more and wanting some extra but of attention was understandable but since he can’t get it and wants to be selfish and not understand it, you’ll give him space. So you start doing a lot of things without him and keeping your distance even though your hormones clearly want him but you’re too mad. As a days pass, he starts to feel like a crap partner since you’re going through so much bringing your baby into the world and he’s being an asshole about you just wanting the comfort of your husband and baby daddy. Slowly by steadily he makes it up to you.

if you weren’t pregnant you would have said you’re overreacting, and maybe you were, but you were also hurt after overhearing dominic calling you clingy, wishing he would be a bit more considerate towards you and spend the time with you that you needed. he noticed you being distant after the argument you had, not entirely sure how he should approach you now, scared your pregnancy hormones would just make you angry at him all over again so he had to be a bit more careful. he started by kissing you more, whether on the lips or cheeks, forehead, bump or even your shoulder. he came home from training with flowers and bought some cute outfits for your baby, knowing that would bring a smile on your face, slowly making progress with making it up to you, and he understood you needed him to be a bit more present know, feeling lucky when you eventually allowed him closer to you again and forgave him, both of you admitting where you were wrong and working from there.

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[trentaafcsblog]

Midnight Memories

Mason Mount

This isn’t like him at all. Trapped in a crowd of drunk and disorderly people who are staggering around to the beat of the music, sloshing their drinks all over one another when the pink and purple strobe lights descend upon their bodies and start flashing in a series of random patterns, enhancing their alcohol-induced illusions and perceptions of the world as they flail their limbs around and claim they’re flying or walking on clouds - a stage that Mason isn’t willing to reach tonight, or any night, for that matter. 

A sea of girls in overly tight dresses and heels that barely support them crowding around him and slurring things in his ear. Running their fingers up his bare arms and begging for another drink as he awkwardly shakes his head and tries to break away from them, only for another person to grip onto him from the other side and smear their cheap sticky lipgloss all over his neck in an attempt to add ‘I kissed a footballer’ to their CV. “Just kiss meee” they whine, pouting in his face and trying to pull him closer before giving up and making a move on the next available man, one who’s willing to explore their mouths and buy them endless rounds of multicoloured shots for the rest of the night without gently shoving them away or not-so-subtly avoiding their alcohol-coated lips.

This isn’t your type of place either, although you’re five cocktails deep into the stack of pornstars that your friends insisted on ordering. A stain down the front of your white bodycon dress thanks to an escapee half a passion fruit that decided to leave your triangular glass in order to explore the vomit-tainted floor. Your lips all patchy now that your lipgloss has migrated to decorate the rim of your empty glasses with sparkly nude smudges, although you’re slightly relieved because it means that your hair won’t get coated in it anymore, and it minimises the evidence if you end up kissing someone too, not that you came here to do that, or risk putting yourself in the same category as the girls that are now trying to climb into the VIP section with a bunch of semi-famous people, all because they want a drunk kissing video to plaster across their social media, hoping that it takes them to the front of the papers in the morning for being such-and-such’s ‘mystery girl’.

You’re looking up at the VIP area cordoned off by security guards in black puffer jackets and walkie talkies in their hands, feeling an overwhelming sense of empathy for all of the people that have to tolerate that kind of behaviour. Your eyes start scanning across the section of the club that is far too expensive for just a few hours’ stay, wondering if you can recognise any famous faces, but it’s just the ‘I lasted one day in the Villa and still managed to secure a Pretty Little Thing brand deal’ Love Islanders and the friend of the friend of the friend of a semi-professional footballer that made one twelve minute appearance for Arsenal back in 2010 and thinks he’s God’s gift. All of them either eating each other’s faces or taking boomerangs of them cheers-ing their margaritas before having to retake the same video five times because they’ve lost several lime slices in the process and it’s ruining the aesthetic. Your focus sharpening on someone with their back to you and at least ten girls around them, taking it in turns to have a drunken selfie or begging him to buy them a bottle of champagne with one of those fancy sparkler things on the top that gets brought out by women wearing elaborate carnival-inspired feather headbands and very revealing dresses. And you can’t help but feel sorry for him because you can tell just from the back of his head that he’s incredibly uncomfortable, even more so when he gets offered a blowjob from a girl who’s now threatening to get her boobs out in exchange for a whole bottle of Don Julio, in a bucket of ice, just how she likes it.

He’s turning around to face the rest of the club just as you go to look away at the menu that’s being wafted under your nose by one of your friends, and you can’t help but do a double take at his familiarity. Squinting your eyes so that you can get a better look at his features. ‘Nice drink’ you think when your eyes catch the glass of Diet Coke in his hand, quite obviously not accompanied by a swig of vodka going by his incredibly tense frame and stiff dance moves. Well, it’s not really dancing, it’s more of a ‘I’ll just copy what my friends are doing so I don’t look awkward’ move, aka a two-step shuffle from one side to the other. You can’t help but giggle as you watch him from across the room, your friends completely giving up on trying to entice you with a selection of expensive cocktails as they leave you to stare at some random man on the other side of the club, their need for a second stack of bright coloured drinks clearly overriding the want to look out for their friend.

You’re watching him for a bit longer. Becoming completely fixated on this familiar stranger who you can’t help but sit and giggle at. Part of you wanting to cringe with him at how hellish this night has become, but at the same time, it’s kind of funny watching someone who should be so used to having a large following blush and laugh awkwardly if anyone happens to recognise him. Okay, maybe it’s slightly uncomfortable to sit and watch a swarm of girls attack him with their overdrawn lips whilst he does everything in his will to not shove them into next week, especially when his friends start laughing and taking little videos of the awkward encounters, clearly ready to embarrass him at a later date. But regardless, it’s nice to know that fame hasn’t gone completely to his head, unlike an ex-reality TV star who’s screaming ‘do you know who I am?’ at one of the bouncers who won’t let her hang out with her ‘friends’ in the VIP section.

But you’re quickly forced out of your trance when you feel somebody shoving something into your hand. Looking down at your palm and clocking the ten pound note before your eyes are lifting to the hand that it’s been given from. “Go and get us those cocktails” your friend slurs before slumping back in her seat and falling to one side slightly, her pink lipstick slathered all over her chin from where she’d tried to apply it without a mirror when a man wearing an extremely tight fitting top happened to settle down in the booth next to you, obviously hoping that he’d look her way. “Hurry up, I’m thirstyyy” your other friend whines, making you sigh and mutter something under your breath in reference to them being lazy and ruining your evening, as you slide out of the row of pink arched seats and stand up. Having to grip onto the back of the chairs when your legs go all warm and fuzzy from the one too many cocktails you’d already consumed, pulling your dress down to a more appropriate length before heading off in the direction of the bar. Trying to catch a glimpse of Mason as you swerve in and out of the sea of dancing bodies, but you just end up feeling as though you’re going to fall to the floor when the strobe lights start spinning on the ceiling before dispersing their blue and green beams around the room at the most ridiculous speed. Everybody around you swaying from side to side and elbowing you in the ribs as you try your best to dodge them, kicking yourself for wearing the most stupid pair of heels as your toes crush into each other more and more with each step, cursing when you skid in a puddle of what looks like - or at least you hope is - vodka, and you have to grab onto a stranger’s arm to steady yourself, much to their dismay until they catch a glimpse of your apologetic face and suddenly want to make out with you.

You’re breathing a sigh of relief when you finally make it to the bar, setting your bag down on the counter and ordering what you think your friends want, although you probably should have double-checked with them first considering you were too busy having a nosy at someone across the club to pay any sort of interest to their alcohol preferences. “What?” you’re shouting at the barman when he tells you the total of the drinks, hoping that you’ve misheard him but ten pounds clearly isn’t going to cover the cost of sixteen cosmopolitans with added shots of vodka. Panicking when he repeats the price and turns his back to get started on making them, your hands now frantically searching your bag in the hope that you manage to find the extra money before he starts yelling at you for ordering things without being able to pay. “Fuck” you’re hissing as you turn the contents of your bag out onto the countertop, checking the inside of your phone case and a pressed powder incase they happen to house the remaining money. Your heartbeat pounding louder in your ears the closer it gets to having to admit that you’ve actually only got a quarter of what you need. 

“I’ll get it” someone’s saying, clearly sensing the tension between you and the barman as you shrug your shoulders in response to him sticking his hand out for the money. “I’m not a charity” you snap back, your slightly tipsy state giving you a rush of confidence as you continue to search your bag in the hope that the money has magically appeared just so that you can laugh it off and shut everyone up. “I know, but it’s on me” they’re saying again, leaning forward and tapping their card on the machine before you can even consider fighting back a second time. “Thank-” you’re starting before realising who it is that’s just saved you from an incredibly awkward situation. Surely not. Surely Mason Mount hasn’t just bought you, of all people, a load of cocktails for your mates.

“It’s okay” he laughs nervously, making your heart melt because clearly he’s just as awkward around you as he is everybody else in this club. “Prices have gone up, haven’t they?” he smiles as he takes a step closer to you, propping himself up on the countertop with his elbows before asking the barman for a lemonade, with ice, just so it isn’t too fizzy. “Yeah, I don’t normally come out so I underestimated it a bit” you laugh shyly before looking off in the other direction, simultaneously cursing and thanking your friends for leading you to believe that you could get sixteen cocktails for a tenner, because without their stupidity, you wouldn’t be talking to the boy that you’ve been watching all night. “Prefer to stay at home then?” he asks as you turn back and nod your head. “Me too” he’s saying, “I’m normally in bed by now” he giggles as his gaze rises to the clock above the bar, the time reading 00.04am. The slight dark glow under his eyes letting you know that he’s normally tucked up by 9pm in his pyjamas. “What are you doing here then?” you ask. Stupid question really. He’s here for the same reason that you, and probably half of the people here, are - he’s been dragged along and forced to pretend that he’s a right party animal whilst he sips his non-alcoholic drinks and fights off every woman in sight. “My mates made me tag along, I’m kind of glad they did now though” he’s telling you, the second part of his sentence almost becoming inaudible as his voice quietens just as the volume of the music rises with the chorus of ‘My Yé Is Different’, ironic since you’ve just spotted the twenty grand watch decorating his wrist whilst you’re stood there in a passion fruit stained dress. But you’re still managing to hear it, and you can’t work out whether that’s in reference to you, or the fact that he’s been able to drink fizzy drinks when he’d normally only have water. Except you’re not stupid. 

“Bet you say that to everyone” you tease, gaining his attention again as he laughs nervously and shakes his head. “Only the special ones” he replies, which is true, but now you can’t help but wonder if his drinks have been accompanied by a few shots of something or another because those words and the sincerity of his tone aren’t a reflection of the awkward man you spotted ten minutes ago, let alone the fact that he clearly considers you to be one of these ‘special ones.’ “Yeah, yeah” you’re saying back, flicking your hair over your shoulder before taking a sip of one of the cocktails that are sat before you, still waiting to be taken back to your friends. “Got quite a few drinks for somebody that doesn’t go out much, no wonder you needed me to pay” he winks as you roll your eyes and blush at the thought of somebody having to give you a helping hand with the price. “This is my last one, I’m off in a minute cose I can’t keep up with everyone else” you’re shouting over the music, watching him throw his head back and laugh because he thought he was the only one in that position. “I’ll join you” he’s replying, thanking the barman for his drink before taking a sip through the straw. “Not the sort of thing you say to a girl after only knowing her two minutes, Mason” you’re teasing, studying his face as his eyes blow wide slightly and he shakes his head, quickly swallowing his lemonade before stuttering on his words. Unsure whether he’s panicking about you jokingly misinterpreting his comment, or if he’s uncomfortable over the fact that yet another girl knows his name, but either way, he’s laughing awkwardly when you tell him that you’re only messing. 

“I wouldn’t mind though” you say smugly, causing another nervous giggle to escape his lips. Your alcohol-induced confidence only adding to the butterflies that are already batting their wings against his rib cage, something about your slight feistiness and sarcastic sense of humour attracting him to you, even more so when he takes in how beautiful you still look despite being on the verge of your alcohol limit.

“Where are you going afterwards?” he’s asking once the lights have swivelled around in the opposite direction and the blush on his cheeks isn’t so evident. “I’ll just go to the chippy down the road and then get a taxi home” you’re telling him, looking down into the fluorescent pink concoction in your glass and feeling your stomach churn at how rough it’s going to make you feel in the morning. “Mind if I join you?” he’s asking as you look across at him in disbelief, watching as he downs the last few sips of his drink and stands the glass back on the countertop. Is this a dream or something? “Sorry, that was a bit forward...again” he panics, feeling a surge of anxiety run through his body incase he’s greeted with newspaper headlines in the morning about him unintentionally trying to latch onto girls that aren’t interested in him, even if half of the club know his name. 

“No, it’s fine, of course you can” you laugh, your cocktail glass almost slipping out of your grip thanks to the layer of sweat that is now developing across your palm. “I’ll just take these over to the girls and then I’ll be ready” you smile, looping the strap of your bag over your shoulder and grabbing as many glasses as you can, which really isn’t a wise move since you’ve partially lost all sense of coordination thanks to Mason’s ability to wipe any drop of confidence out of your body and replace it with nervous butterflies. 

“I’m off” you’re announcing once you’ve made your third trip back to the booth your friends are sitting in, their drunken reactions to your words making you giggle as you reach over them to grab your jacket. “Where are you goinggg?” one of them whines, gripping onto your leg and pouting before another one is drawn to the verge of tears at your confession. “I’m just tired” you nod, blowing them all a kiss and ensuring that they text you when you’re home as you turn around and head off towards the exit, not wanting to keep Mase waiting any longer. Praying that he’s stood just around the corner outside as he’d promised as you stagger across the dance floor and dodge a sea of flailing limbs and slurred shouts of ‘can I get your number?’. A sigh of relief forcing itself out of your nostrils when the ‘exit’ sign hanging above one of the fire doors becomes within touching distance and the bouncer in charge anticipates your departure, pushing down the grey bar across the middle of the door and letting it swing open, enabling you to step out into the night.

“There you are” you smile as you approach the back of his figure, his head kept down and a cap adding a nice accessory to his outfit, although it’s definitely worn as some form of disguise. “Hi” he’s smiling nervously when he realises that it’s you, a swarm of butterflies invading his tummy again when you link your arm through his and gently rest your head on the top of his shoulder - a move that you’re aware might push you into the same category as the other girls that have been after him all night, but your crippled feet and wobbly legs are grateful for the extra stability, even if your motivation to make that move takes you both by surprise. 

“Let me get this” you’re saying once you’ve made your way into the kebab shop, your arm dropping away from his as you gesture towards the table up against the front window. “You sure?” he’s asking, dipping his hand into his back pocket ready to pull his wallet out just incase, but you’re nodding and confirming that you’re more than capable of paying four-pound-fifty for a kebab and a couple of drinks - just as well really after the events earlier this evening. Giving him a small smile as he turns and heads off towards the table in the corner, his celebrity instincts kicking when he takes the seat right in front of the glass, conveniently covered by a sticker of the menu, and some extra protection offered from the back of his body. 

You’re setting the gold foam kebab box down on your table for two, along with two plastic forks, a bottle of water and a Fruit Shoot because you noticed him eyeing them up in the fridge when you came in. And it turned out to be one of the hardest decisions of your life trying to work out what flavour he wanted. Maybe it was the alcohol that was messing with your brain, making you think that he was more of an citrus guy than a berry one. Or maybe it was the fact that you were buying a child’s drink for a fully grown adult, a famous one too, who probably hasn’t had one for ten years, which only added to the pressure. Or maybe it was because you liked him and you didn’t want to ruin your chances by getting him the wrong flavour. But after flicking your gaze between the stack of bright coloured bottles and his body cowering away in the corner, you settled for the blackcurrant one, just because he looks like the type of person to play it safe - well, he is the type of person to play it safe, going by his Diet Coke and lemonade choices tonight. 

“This for me?” he’s asking as he picks the purple bottle up, smiling when you nod to confirm his answer. “How did you know this was my favourite flavour?” he’s questioning, a smug look appearing on your face as you shrug your shoulders and reply with ‘only the ‘special ones’ know that kind of information’. A giggle escaping his mouth at your words before he’s pulling the plastic lid off the drink and taking a sip, humming at the familiarity despite not having one since his seventh birthday party. “Still as good as they used to be” he’s saying, something about the additional happiness that’s now surging through his body after a drop of blackcurrant juice making your tummy fill with butterflies because he really is just the cutest, biggest child.

You’re both sitting in a comfortable silence as you pick at your shared kebab, trying to eat from separate ends so that you don’t cross any boundaries or run the risk trying to stab your forks into the same piece of chicken. But the fuzzy filter that the alcohol has brought to your eyes and the slight delay that it’s caused between your thoughts and your actions means that you find yourself diving into the last piece of pitta bread just at the same time that Mason does. And from his side it’s a poor judgement call. The sugar from his Fruit Shoot clearly giving him an extra boost of energy and causing his arm to extend outwards towards the polystyrene box, clouding his mum’s reminder that ‘you need be a gentleman and let girls eat whatever’s left, even if you want it’. And truth be told, he doesn’t really want it, which is why the pang of anxiety as soon as his plastic fork clashes with yours is stronger than ever. His cheeks turning a violent shade of crimson as he quickly pulls his fork back, leaving just four little holes from where the prongs had been as you panic and do the same.

“Sorry, no you have it” he says quietly, nudging the box towards you in the hope that you get the hint. “No, you eat it” you smile, pushing it back towards him. The two of you just repeating the same movement as the box moves two centimetres one way, and then two centimetres back the other. “Mason, just eat it!” you whine as he sits opposite you and shakes his head. “I said you could have it” he smiles nervously, subtly wiping the sweat off his palms and onto the material of his jeans when he realises that you’re staring straight into his eyes. “Why are you getting all nervous for? Just eat ittt” you groan, a giggle escaping his lips because there’s no way you’re backing down on this one. “Fine” he huffs, stabbing his fork back into the little holes that it made earlier before slowly moving it towards his mouth. Your eyebrows raising more and more as you watch it edge closer to his lips. And then he’s doing the unthinkable and quickly changing the direction of his fork so that it starts heading towards your mouth instead. Involuntarily parting your lips whilst you wait for what’s just happened to register, and the next thing you know, you’re swallowing the piece of pitta bread. 

“What a fuss about nothing” he hums as you roll your eyes at him. “You’re quite romantic, aren’t you?” you tease as his eyebrows furrow in the middle, waiting for you to clarify your comment. “Is that all of the alcohol that’s made you so desperate to share the last piece of food with me?” you question, another layer of blush painting itself across the tops of his cheeks. “Oh, sorry, you didn’t have anything to drink, did you? Lightweight” you smirk, making him roll his eyes this time. “I’m just being a gent, plus you’ve been drinking so you need something to sober you up, maybe it’ll stop you being so rude next time I offer to buy you a drink” he says smugly, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in the chair. A wave of composure washing over him now that he’s left you slightly speechless and he’s matched your sense of humour. “Next time? You’ll be lucky” you sass as he scoffs at you. “You’re the one that needs to buy me a drink to apologise for snapping at me, so there will be a next time to call it quits, thank you” he smiles, his sudden burst of confidence talking to you allowing his real personality to shine through, and you can’t help but start to get lost in it. “Was I really that rude?” you ask, secretly dying as you think back to your ‘I’m not a charity’ comment at the bar. “No, I’m just messing” he laughs, eliciting the same response from you as you erase that memory out of your brain. “You’re just confident, I like it” he’s saying, the last part of his comment getting lost when a group of people come staggering through the door, drowning out his words for the second time tonight, but you’re ninety-nine percent certain you managed to catch it. And now you’re the nervous one.

You’re quickly moving the conversation on to something else when you feel your chest starting to heat up with anxious prickles. Mason going all funny inside because it’s clear that he has the same effect on you as you do him, but he’s trying to push that to the back of his mind as he listens to you rambling on about your favourite breed of dogs, and how you had a fish finger sandwich for tea before you came out tonight, and how you actually know quite a lot about football but you’re reluctant to bring it up because you don’t want to embarrass him, although your drunken state causes you to let a few football facts slip out, all of them relating to Mase but you’re too caught up in your fuzzy alcoholic state to even recognise. But he does, obviously. Finding it sweet how you know exactly how many appearances he’s made for Chelsea, and what minute he came on in his debut against Manchester United, and what colour boots he wore against last season’s match against Newcastle. Just sitting back and letting you talk in between the occasional swig of water, hardly being able to get a word in edgeways because the alcohol is well and truly running through your veins now, making you come out with all kinds of mismatched comments and slurs. But he doesn’t mind, which takes him by surprise a bit, especially as he’s secretly scared of drunk people and he can count the amount of times he’s felt a bit tipsy on one hand, but there’s something different about you. Maybe it’s your sense of humour and how you’ve got him in stitches, or how your drunken state leads you to be more concerned about the welfare of a stray cat outside than it does anything else on the planet, or maybe it’s how deep beneath that strong outer shell you’re protecting yourself with that he knows you’ve got a heart of gold, an inside of ‘pure mush’ as his mum would say. 

“What time is it?” you slur after knocking back your last swig of water. “Nearly one o’clock” Mason’s replying, glancing at his overly-expensive watch as you sit there and wonder how he actually knows what hour of the day it is when all of the numbers have been replaced by diamonds. “Better head off” you mumble, staring blankly into the empty kebab box and trying to process what move you need to make next in order to get yourself back home in one piece. “I’ll order you a cab if you want, or I’ll walk you back, I don’t know how far away you live” he’s saying, forcing you out of your trace as you look up at his tired, bloodshot eyes. Knowing full well that as soon as you’re gone he’ll be running home to bed with a glass of water to tone down the bubbles in his tummy from his fizzy drinks, paranoid incase they give him a fizzy version of a hangover. “I live about half an hour away and I can tell you’re ready for bed so I’ll go with the cab” you smile, making him giggle nervously at the fact that his tiredness has been uncovered, although it’s not difficult to pick up on the fact that the only other time he stays up this late is on New Years Eve, and even then he normally sets an alarm for 11.57pm so that he can wake up from his nap in time.

You’re letting him help you put all of your belongings back into your handbag after you insisted on showing him your favourite lipgloss midway through your earlier conversation. Linking your arm through his and stepping out into the coldness of the night, a breeze nipping across your legs and causing you to let out a little squeal as you start pulling your dress down to try and hide your goosebumps. “Here” Mason’s saying, taking his jacket off and draping it over your shoulders. “Mase” you’re replying. Mase - he likes that, and he likes how naturally it’s left your mouth too. Trying to give it back to him but he’s adamant that you keep it. “Gives me another reason to see you in order to get it back” he winks, making you roll your eyes as you stand snuggled into his side on the edge of the pavement. 

“Did you want my number?” he’s asking, already taking his phone out of his pocket and holding it out in your direction before you even have chance to respond. “You’ve not really given me an option have you?” you laugh, making him giggle as he shuffles awkwardly from side to side, waiting for your digits to appear on the screen. “Only because I need to give your jacket back, there’s no other reason for this” you tell him, smiling as he nods his head but you both know that’s a little white lie. “There you go” you’re saying, passing his phone back to him as his eyes study the new contact in his hand. A new number written beneath Y/N. 

‘Shit’ he’s thinking. He didn’t even ask for your name before this. Awkward. 

“Pretty name” he smiles, trying to play it off cool, but you’re not drunk enough to not notice his mistake. “So pretty that you didn’t even know that’s what I was called until now” you reply, making him giggle and let out an awkward ‘oops’. “I’ll let you off this once” you’re saying as you look up at him stood beneath the lamppost that’s towering above the two of you. A golden glow adding a filter to his face and making him look even more gorgeous than he did when he was sipping his lemonade in the club and shoving lettuce and chicken into his mouth. And you’re desperate to just kiss him, especially since he’s got a bit of dried Fruit Shoot in the corner of his mouth and you know his lips will taste all sweet like they do in the movies. But considering he’s only just learnt your name you don’t think it’s the right time, and there’s also a bunch of Tottenham fans making their way up the street, not wanting to have to make him endure any teasing, especially when he’s already stayed up late in a part of town he wouldn’t usually be seen dead in to spend time with you. 

“Thanks for tonight” you whisper as you briefly rest your head on his shoulder, pulling it away when the taxi he’s ordered for you appears at the side of the curb. “My pleasure, thank you” he’s saying back, removing his protective hand from the small of your back and stepping forward to open the back door of the car for you. “Told you that you were a gent” you tease as he mumbles ‘shut up’ and pretends to shove you into the back seat with a giggle. “See you soon for that jacket, yeah?” he winks as you reply with ‘yeah yeah, whatever’, making him let out a little chuckle as he closes the door on you. Giving you an awkward little wave as you head off down the street, standing and waiting for your car to turn the corner before heading home himself. Leaving just a message of ‘thank you again, can’t wait to get my jacket back cose it’s freezing without it ;) x’ that’s just appeared on your screen connecting the two of you. And even if you have been slightly tipsy tonight and now can’t remember half of the things you spoke about, there genuinely doesn’t seem like a better person to sit in a kebab shop with in the early hours of the morning after stumbling across him by pure chance a club that neither of you particularly wanted to spend the night at. Thanking your lucky stars for allowing your paths to cross because you already know this is the start of something special. Very special.

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[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."

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[nuestraluzdelaluna]

Can you do an “anyone you like” for my horrible hip dips pls 😔❤️

baby don’t call anything that is/on your body horrible, you are absolutely beautiful and no beauty standard or whatsoever should make yourself question that.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

insecure about hip dips

‘why’d you change out off the leggings?’ he spoke against the skin of your neck as he stood behind you, his hands gently running over your waist down your hips. however the little uncomfortable shifting you did, did not go unnoticed by him.

‘put them back on gorgeous, you looked so good in them’ he whispered against your neck pressing a kiss to the skin before landing a joking slap to your butt telling you to hurry up. truth is he loved to see you in leggings, he loved to run his hands over your thighs up your hips and he especially loved when his hands hit that little curve of your hip dips. he loved pressing kisses all over the skin in the bed room and did his best to show you how much he appreciated them.

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[alltoolewis]

December Schedule 🎄

Here is my schedule for this month!!! As you can see some of the days only have 1 thing for them, this is just so I can make room to either write Christmas blurb requests (which you can send in now) or for me to catch up on any if needed!!! I will be writing more, but this schedule is mainly just a request one!! When they are crossed out they have been posted & I am creating a little master list for all of them so keep an eye out for that!!

My requests are open!! so feel free to send in any festive ideas!!! Love you guysss!!! (BIG DELAY ON THE PROMPTS DUE TO UNEXPECTED VACATION!)

December 1st

“I thought you said you didn’t celebrate Christmas…” mason mount

Christmas stream Lando Norris (REQUEST)

December 2nd

“You’re wearing this sweater and you’ll like it.” max Verstappen

December 3rd

“Flour and sugar are a good look for you.” Trent Alexander Arnold

December 4th

“So, you’ve never been kissed under mistletoe?” “Actually, I’ve never been kissed at all.” Lando Norris

December 5th

“If you can’t get home for the holidays then I won’t go home either” Jadon Sancho

December 6th

“What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?” Pierre gasly

December 7th

"Oh my God, what did you do to that poor Christmas tree?" Trent Alexander Arnold

December 8th

“Have you ever wrapped a present before?” “…Why do you ask?” Max Fewtrell

December 9th

"Throw that snowball and I swear to god you’re sleeping on the couch!" Mason Mount

December 10th

“In my defence, ice-skating always looked romantic in movies.” Lewis Hamilton

December 11th

“I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve and I’m stuck in a snowstorm with you.” “There’s worse company.” “Doubtful.” Marcus Rashford

December 12th

“Come sit on Santa's lap.” “No, weirdo” George Russell

Exile (Taylor Swift) Jack Grealish (SONG REQUEST)

December 13th

“I can’t do another family Christmas alone…can you…will you come with me?” Ben Chilwell

Baby, it's cold outside Lewis hamilton

December 14th

“If you carry on this hall won’t be the only thing getting decked.” *Proceeds to hit person A with decorations* Daniel Riccardo

Carry you (Ruelle) Trent Alexander Arnold (SONG REQUEST)

December 15th

“Wait, reindeers are real animals?” Jadon Sancho

December 16th

“Ho-Ho-Hold on one minute there, Santa." Daniel Ricciardo

Diamonds (Talia Mar) Lando Norris (SONG REQUEST)

December 17th

“I didn’t have a star so I just-” “Put a photo card of [BLANK] instead" Trent Alexander-Arnold

December 18th

"Setting the Christmas tree on fire doesn't count as a way to get warm, ok?" Charles Leclerc

Still the one (Shania Twain) Daniel Ricciardo

December 19th

“Come decorate this gingerbread house with me!” ben Chilwell

December 20th

“Don’t tell me you ate the whole- YOU ATE THE WHOLE TIN OF COOKIES?!” Max Verstappen

Cowboy in LA (LANY) Marcus Rashford (SONG REQUEST)

December 21st

“Did you just pour Egg Nog on your Cheerios?” Charles Leclerc

December 22nd

“Please open the door. It’s cold out here.” Lando Norris

Motivation (Normani) Kylian Mbappe (SONG REQUEST)

December 23rd

“All I want for Christmas is you.” “Don’t quote Mariah Carey at me.” Jadon Sancho

December 24th

“Stay. You can’t spend Christmas Eve alone.” Trent Alexander-Arnold

Hopeless (Aine Deane) Lando Norris (SONG REQUEST)

December 25th

“So…do you still hate Christmas?” Lewis Hamilton

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[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

- - -

“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.”

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[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.

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[dclsbaby]

...What Are We? - Dominic Calvert-Lewin

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

Word Count: 900

part ii

masterlist

Given the circumstances

I won't ask you to stay

Given the circumstances

I would get it if you walked away

It’s the almost that kills you the most. It’s the touching, the affection that suggests so much love between you two, that will never be spoken into words. At least you don’t think it will. Given the circumstances of no labels and no exclusivity, you know you don’t have the right to ask him to stay. To not leave you for someone better. You cared about him enough to understand if he walked away.

But all my life, I've been looking for this

It seems fitting that things go to hell now that I've found it

You have been searching for a love like this all your life. You remember every line from every romance movie verbatim, in the back of your head, forever wishing one day those declarations of love will be spoken to you.

A luckless romance, some call it. Now that you’ve found someone who’s shown you everything you need to know about love, who’s shown you more attention than any man has ever done in your years of being alive, he can’t seem to put into words how much he wants you.

I don't think we're wasting time, but if you do, I'm sorry

I can see a life with you, but if you can't, I'm sorry

The comfortable silences, the staring into each other’s eyes for hours without speaking, just sitting in the other’s presence, mean more to you than a quick session of exploring bodies and reaching highs. Time spent with him is never a time wasted.

At first, you didn’t think you’d fit in his lifestyle. Jet setting into a tropical island every summer, girls throwing themselves at him everywhere he went, the designer clothes and private chefs you did not grow up with. But the more you spend time with him, you realise that he’s nothing like how the media portrays him.

The man fast asleep mere inches away from was given so much freedom the second he turned 18, subjected to intense media scrutiny, treated like a God by his adoring fans. It was only natural that people had preconceived ideas of him. Dom was not exempt from the footballer stereotype of money, women, fancy cars and private islands. Though behind it all, he is a family man with a loving family who humbles him, surrounded by a close circle of friends he’s known since his school days. A man who is unapologetic for who he is, enjoys his fashion outside of football and regularly sees children from a charity he works with back in his hometown.

He is a man with baggage, but also a man you grew to love and see a life with. You could see yourself cheering him on from the stands under the Goodison lights, his name and jersey number on the back of your shirt. Meeting him in the tunnel after the match, finding him all sweaty and cold, but you wouldn’t care--you’d give him the biggest hug anyway. Then, you’d take him home, letting him rest in the passenger seat after a successful shift and 3 points. You could do the whole thing, the strict routine, the media scrutiny, the temptations, the getting stopped by fans on a trip to the store. You would do it all for him.

If four months mean nothing

If none of it counts for something, then I'm sorry

It’s taking everything in you to not ask him where you stand in his life. Four months of acting like lovers, showing each other love without actually saying those three words. You can’t tell if you mean to him as much as he means to you. What if this counts for nothing? You often ask yourself. What if I am just someone to pass the time? Your insecurities getting the best of you.

Little did you know, the only thing stopping him from saying those three words is fear. Fear of losing you to rumours and speculations, fear of not being there for you due to his demanding schedule. He is terrified of not being enough.

Oh, if spending every night in your bed

Has no meaning, then what are we?

Dom has grown so attached to you that he struggles to sleep if you’re not next to him. Hours of shuffling and turning on his bedsheets before picking up his phone to text you. “Are you up?” he texts, coming across like a booty call--but his intentions were nowhere near. “I’m picking you up,” he says once you reply, jumping out of his bed, throwing on a sweatshirt and hopping into his car. Other days, it's a simple, “Why are you not home? via text whenever he walks into an empty house when he gets home from training, implying that his home is yours too.

You’ve spent every night in his bed since that first text, and adopted his sleeping habits as each night goes by. Early nights before a match day, late nights when he has the day off, making up for lost time with comfort movies and a whole lot of love.

Despite all that, still nothing. No “I love you”, or “I don’t want you seeing anyone else.”

But you push through, for the sheer possibility that he feels the same way.

Maybe I am just a sorry excuse for love.

(part ii)

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[bbychilly]

3 for Dom

3. cuddles on the first date

“I'm nervous, to be honest” you looked at the guy in confusion and bit your lower lip.

“Don't be” Dominic took your hand. You were taking a walk in the park at sunset. It was your first date and you didn't lie - you were really nervous. “For instance, I'm not nervous” the guy smiled.

“But your palm is wet” you giggled.

Dom looked at you seriously, but then both of you couldn't help laughing. You ate ice cream and went for a ride on the rides. You laughed like children on not scary rides, but when Dominic suggested going to the chamber of horrors, you doubted.

“Are you scared?” he asked slyly.

“Of course I’m not! Umm...” you hesitated.

“What?” Dominic was smiling slyly and hugging you by the shoulders. You walked slowly towards the chamber of horrors.

“It's just kind of weird to go to the chamber of horrors on the first date” you shrugged.

“But you're not scared, are you?”

“Of course I'm not scared!” you said, but your voice trembled treacherously. “Let's go!” you tried to look bold.

In fact, once you got inside, you regretted not admitting to Dominic that you were afraid. You were so scared and you squeezed the guy's palm more and more. At the very end, you even noticed that your hands were shaking.

When you went outside, you could hardly restrain yourself not to cry, because you were really scared.

“Dom, do you have some water?”

“No, but I can buy if you need. What happened?” he came up behind you and wanted to hug you, but as soon as he lightly touched you, you jerked and jumped to the side. “What’s wrong, babe?” he quickly came up to you and hugged you, stroking you on the head. “Why are you shaking?” Dom sighed. “We shouldn’t have gone to there. I’m sorry.”

“Dom...”

“What?” he kissed the top of your head.

“Keep cuddling me, please” you muttered and your palm involuntarily squeezed his T-shirt.

“Of course,” he hugged you even tighter, continuing to stroke you and kiss the top of your head. “Forgive me.”

tags: @luc-57x @words-for-marcus @emwritesfootball @glam-khal @kkim120 @scottmctominbae @sanchos-dream @sweetlikesugar9

#cuddles prompts #dominic calvert lewin #dominic calvert lewin imagine #dominic calvert lewin imagines #dominic calvert lewin blurbs

[jadonsanhco]

can you do the jadon necklace one with dom please? i think it would be lovey x

“close your eyes,” he told you as he reached for the box in his pocket, checking to see your eyes were really closed before placinh the necklace around your neck and fastening it, the little diamonds engraved in the D sparkling from the light hitting them. “dom it’s beautiful,” you gasped, looking down to see the pendant with his initial. “thank you so much, i love it,” you smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him, dominic smiling proudly, glad you loved the gift, and he definitely loved that you wore the necklace every single day, to him it was almost like a sign that told everyone you belong to him.

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[footballdaydream]

everyone, your girl has got a bit of baby fever right now so if you want, you can send some baby/kid requests in :)

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