#dominic calvert lewin fanfic

[missdollytheog]

Dcl is Dominic Calvert lewin he’s been ghosting for 2 years now does he still play football? His fiancé is a famous clout and bag chaser. She’s been with many footballer and also pretended to be pregnant when serge gnabry broke up with her and stayed at his place but she was not so he called the police on her. She finally got engaged one football girl down 😅 messy story I know but if I was a footballer or a famous rich person I would tape my dick/vagina until I find someone I could trust and give myself to. You can find yourself in court any day.

What in a wattpad fanfic was this? 😂

[football-and-fanfics]

Can you do number 1 with Dominic? x

Thanks for your request. Hope you'll like it :-) 1. Fainting xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx During last night's match, Dominic had dislocated his shoulder. It had been set rather quickly at the hospital and it didn't look like it required surgery, but he was still in a lot of pain. You were allowed to take him home, under the sole condition that you would make him take it easy for a while. Once back at home, your biggest concern wasn't keeping him in check, it turned out to be to get him to take his painkillers. "Babe," you sighed, "please, just take some painkillers. I can see in how much pain you are." "I don't want to," Dominic stubbornly shook his head, "they make me drowsy." "You're not allowed to do much anyway, so what does that matter?" You retorted. "I have to take it easy, I don't need to be sleeping all day." In his frustration, Dominic resolutely stood up from where he was sitting, and you immediately knew this was going sideways. His gaze became unfocused, his hand grabbing at thin air in a vain attempt to keep himself standing, before he limply slumped to the ground. "Dom!" You rushed forward, dropping to your knees beside him and cradling his head in your hands. "Please, babe, wake up." He was breathing okay and you could clearly feel his pulse, but you still worried. Seeing him go down like that, brought all kinds of horror scenarios to your mind's eye. Dominic was out for about 30 seconds at most, when he stirred in your arms. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at you a little bewildered. "I fainted, didn't I?" He mumbled. "Yes, and scared the hell out of me!" You scolded him, but you were also relieved to see him awake and alert again. "What happened?" "I accidentally moved my shoulder when I got up, and that pain... was just too much." Dominic slowly sat upright. You were ready to catch him in case he would faint again, but luckily that didn't happen. "Sweetie." You ran your hand over his back. "Will you please take some painkillers now? You really scared the living daylights out of me, and I can't handle it if this were to happen again." "Okay, I will." Dominic slowly nodded his head, seeing the need of it now. "And I'm sorry for scaring you like that." Tags: @glam-khal, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @mmmufc, @footballffbarbiex

[lxndonorris]

national pride - Dominic Calvert-Lewin

Y/N x Dominic Calvert-Lewin

Theme: Smut (you’ve been warned)

celebrating his first national team call-up x

word count: 1420+

It’s an ordinary Thursday afternoon and you’re sitting on the sofa with your boyfriend Dominic, with his arm gently wrapped around your shoulder, stroking your arm softly. You’re leaning against his firm chest, your hands on his lap, tenderly stroking his thighs beneath his short, black shorts. Cuddling, you’re just enjoying each other’s company but then, his phone starts ringing and vibrating wildly in his pocket, totally ruining that moment.

“That’s yours.” You frown, patting his lap, signaling him to make it stop as soon as possible. “Sorry.” He chuckles, struggling at first to get the phone out of his shorts until he nearly drops it to the floor. Sighing, you watch him looking at the phone screen as in shock of what he’s seeing. “Babé?” You say worryingly, placing a hand on his chest. “It’s Southgate.” He whispers, hesitating for too long before you snap him out of this trance. “What are you waiting for?” You say, nudging him with your shoulder. “Oh, right.” 

Dominic takes the call and you can see what’s happening on his face. His expression shifts between being happy, too confused to tensed and back to happy with him even jumping from the sofa, screaming loudly. Fuck yeah.” He paces through the room, but you’re not sure what to say since you don’t want to interrupt his phone call. “Thank you so much.” Dominic ends the call and slowly turns to you.

“What? What’s up?” You say, feeling your whole body tensing in excitement. “I’m in the squad.” He says slowly as if still processing these words. “You’re in?” You say louder than anticipated, close to falling down from the sofa. “I’m fucking in.” He shouts, throwing his phone back to the couch so you can basically jump right into his arms. “This is fantastic.” Both of you scream and shout in unison, swirling around the room, you cling to him harder than ever before.

Smiling brightly, he puts you down to the ground to kiss you passionately. “I’m so proud of you.” You say, gently stroking his chest through his shirt. “Thank you,” Dominic says, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe it.” He frowns, just realizing what is actually happening. “This is so wild after 2020 sucked so much.” You giggle nervously, your eyes finally meeting his.

“Can you imagine me, in that white shirt, representing our country?” He says, his gaze shifting between your eyes and your lips. “I actually can see you, looking so good in that kit.” You say softly, your eyes now wandering down his body, his chest further down to his shorts. “Trust me, you look fucking hot in that.” Raising your eyebrows you notice him being very excited down there, the dent in his pants being very obvious.

“Just wait till I’m wearing it.” He growls deeply, knowing very well that you are looking at his crotch. Carefully, you run a hand along his chest, down to his shorts, just to tease him a little by tracing the faint outlines of his dick bulging in his underwear. “This will be so good.” You whisper, your eyes slowly finding their way back to his face, catching him smirking playfully. “Liking what you see, eh?” Dominic licks his lips, his burning gaze giving you goosebumps.

“We should celebrate it, don’t you think?” You say, making his eyebrows twitch quickly. “What do you have in mind?” He grins mischievously, his hands now firmly on your waist. “I think we’ve got a bottle of champagne, and maybe we can order some food?” You say, still stroking his crotch gently. “Sounds good.” He kisses you once more, deeply, lovingly, leaving his delicious taste on your tongue. 

While he orders the food, you head into your bedroom, putting on some special lingerie you bought earlier for a special occasion. With one last look into the mirror, you feel the fabric between your fingers, enjoying it’s feeling on your skin. Slowly, you walk back to the living room, where Dominic is just finishing placing the order. “So, I ordered Lasagna, if that’s okay-:” He says, stopping right in his track once he sees you in that gorgeous lingerie, sensually leaning against the doorframe.

“Y/N.” He says breathlessly, letting his arm drop to the side, his mouth opened agape while he seems to be speechless. “Do you like what you see?” You say, running your hands down your body, teasingly biting your lower lip. “Fuck yes.” He mutters to himself as you reach for his hands. “This is all for you.” You smirk, slowly walking towards him. Dominic embraces your hands, watching you carefully, his eyes wandering all over your body and his mouth still open, probably overwhelmed by all of you.

“We have some time to kill, right?” You say, gently lifting his chin up. “Yeah, around an hour.” He says, his eyes shining brightly as you lead him closer towards the sofa and let him sit down right in front of you. “You look so good,” Dominic says, leaning in for another kiss, but you hold him down. “Ah, Nah. This is your present.” You say, gently stroking his cheek. “Let me take care of you today.” Running a hand down his body, his strong chest down to his shorts you can feel his whole body slowly tensing at your sensual touch.

“Oh, fuck.” He growls once you reach his crotch, now stroking his dick again. This time, however, you go even harder, causing him to lean back against the sofa, moaning softly. “You’re my big boy, Dom.” You carefully sit down on his lap and start to kiss him, his lips, his neck, his scruffy beard tickling on your skin. “Yes, yes I am.” He breathes deeply, bending his body against yours. “Part of our national team.” You smirk, your hands now stroking his thighs, towards the dent in his dark shorts.

Dominic just growls deeply, reacting to the pleasure you’re causing him by teasing his weak spots. Carefully, you slide down to the floor, spreading his legs slightly, exposing his bulging dick even more. “This feels good.” He groans loudly as you stroke him even harder, every muscle and every fiber of his body tensing at the slightest touch of your fingers. “Are you ready for your present?” You smirk cockily, licking your lips. “Thank you, so much.” He looks down at you, his expression softening shortly before tensing again.

With a little help of him, you pull his shorts and underwear down at once, gasping at the sight of his fully erect dick. “Fuck.” You mutter underneath your breath and with one last look into his eyes, you grab him firmly and start to move your hands rhythmically, just slowly but steadily increasing the pace and pressure. Dominic lets out a huge groan, leaning his head back again. Speechless, he gives in to your swift movements, embracing all of you.

For a while, you use your hands to make him moan louder and louder but then you stop, causing him to look at you again, his eyes narrowing quickly, but before he can say anything, you take him into your mouth, insisting to make him come closer to the edge now. However, now, you start off roughly, taking up the speed you had before easily as if you hadn’t stopped at all. “Fuck, you’re so good.” He grunts, his hands now on his thighs, meeting yours while you stroke him gently. You intertwine your fingers with him, while you keep on moving your mouth steadily, the feeling of him inside you sending shivers down your spine.

It doesn’t take long for him to finally cum, intoxicating your mind, your body, with his sweet and tickling taste everywhere in your mouth. Instead of saying anything, his body shudders and gets rigid and he lets out a breathless scream, his face frozen for a few seconds. You separate from him, taking a deep breath while he squeezes your hands gently. “You’re too good for me,” Dominic growls as his body relaxes slowly. “I’m just so proud of you.” You say lovingly, helping him to get dressed again.

He opens his arms wide, inviting you to cuddle with him. “Babé, you’re my biggest supporter. Couldn’t have done it without you.” You lean against his chest and he starts stroking your arm tenderly. “I will always be here for you.” Kissing his hand you get even closer towards him. Cuddling even deeper, you wait for the food to arrive before you celebrate his England call-up once more.

[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."

[myrwritesfootie]

So today is a day without something I wrote simply because I’ve been too busy. I hope to get something online or either the day after tomorrow.

I will need some help tho on who to write it on, please comment on this post who you would like to see next;

Kai Havertz

Dominic Calvert-Lewin

Andy Robertson

Jadon Sancho

Someone else you would love to see?

[penguintransporter]

Daisies (a short “anyone you want it to be” story) Part IV

part I | part II | part III | my masterlist

Hello my dear people of Tumblr and anyone who reads this story. And just heads up, there is one more chapter left, and I promise, it won’t end up like Winning The Game Called Love - which you can read here - and which started as a short story and ended up as being my longest project so far. Anyway, this is fourth part, make sure to read the previous three, and tell me what you think. Anon option exist and if you don’t want me to publish it, just make a note of it, and I won’t. Chapter is dedicated to @avenirdelight​ (I am working on that promise, just letting you know), and @footballerimaginess​ just because I feel like it (obviously, other tags will follow at the bottom, and if you want to be tagged, just let me know)

Love.

Unknown, incomprehensible, undefinable.

Many of us have tried, and many of us have failed to give a unique meaning to it, but no amount of vowels and consonants, no matter how tightly-tied together, cannot describe what is truly hiding behind something that is both pain and relief, suffering and pleasure; poison and remedy. Shy and eccentric, confusing and self-explanatory, love can be a complicated aria or a simple melody, all at once – embodied in four individual tones, intertwined together.

Love—four letters; a word.

He’s leaning against the small area of the wall between the doors and a teak shelf packed with random knick-knacks, plants and old-fashioned figurines – a vintage clock, hanging above his head ticking quietly. Familiar faces are surrounding him, their loud chatter filling the small, unfamiliar kitchen, but oddly enough, he feels like a surplus among them – almost as if he doesn’t belong there.

Just a trespasser with a strange feeling that he is not used to.

Small; insignificant.

Invisible. Locked inside his own tormented mind, guarded by his own thoughts.

He can feel his emotions are getting all over the place – stretching and pulling on his heart as if it was some kind of a rubber band containing his feelings, and not even hours later since they arrived at the place she called her home for the past few months, he doesn’t know what to do or what to say.

If he should say anything at all?

Are there words that would make a difference?

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Foolishly, he had hoped that it would be easier – being in the same room with her again, hearing her voice and her laughter; watching her move gracefully around the room, but it is not. If anything, it is more difficult than he ever imagined; more everything.

And what pains him the most is that the whole ordeal feels strained – the way they interacted with one another since they stepped into the small, and oddly decorated house, the way she spoke to him, the way she moved around him – almost like a ghost; afraid to say too much, afraid to make a wrong step.

He looks at his knuckles – dry skin slightly chipped from the wind.

The ring on his index finger is staring back at him, feeling a bit too tight; a bit too heavy, so with a twist, he takes it off and stashes it in the pocket of his jeans before rubbing at the swollen skin that now throbs in pain.

Looking up, he glances back at her – eyes taking in all the tiniest details of her silhouette.

How was he able to miss it when he had it in front of his eyes all this time?

So close, yet so far away.

The look in her eyes is a surprised one as she turns around and gasps at whatever one of their friends had been telling her before she shakes her head in a childish manner. Finally, a simple laughter escapes her lips and she throws her head back in amusement, and he can see the happy tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. A sudden wave of sadness washes over him, and he can feel the knots in his stomach tangling and twisting.

Will he ever be able to hold her, to make her laugh; make her happy?

Will he ever be able to utter the words that float on the tip of his tongue – light as a feather and heavy as the stone at the same time?

I need you.

Suffocating.

With a heavy breath he pushes himself away from the wall and makes his way towards the patio doors that are ajar – small breeze taking the thin curtains out for a dance. No one in the small kitchen, not even her, flinches or says something when he walks out, all of them heavily invested in the conversations about this and that – filling up the blank pages of the colourful storybooks with memories and happenings.

Distant.

Pots and pans; pinch of this and pinch of that – the smell of food filling up the space.

A loud laughter, espresso machine noises; a sound of yet another wine bottle being open – the cork rolling underneath the dining table.

The intense smell of the rain is still in the air, and the breeze that hits his face is crisp and cold, miserable and melancholic at the same time. For a moment, he closes his eyes as he leans over, resting his elbows on top of the wooden railing before letting his mind wander – eyes focusing on a row of cypress trees swaying in the distance.

A passerby walking along the cobbled path – yellow raincoat standing out in a sea of green.

A dog on a leash.

Silence.

He wonders if there is a field of daisies nearby.

He shivers.

Upon arrival, as they stood outside the small airport – drizzle of rain brushing against their faces, she had hugged him; arms wrapping gently around him as if it was a scarf made out of the finest silk. He had missed her so much, that in that exact moment, nothing else mattered and all he could think about was the fact that she was there, in his arms, and for a second, it felt as if everything was okay; as if everything was like before.

As if he deserved her.

He never wanted to let go.

She didn’t flinch as he held her, and instead, she tightened her own hold around him, and let him take a deep inhale of her scent, filling every fibre in his body with it.

‘I am glad you’re here…’

‘I am glad you wanted me here...’

He hears the doors slide open, and without looking, he knows that it’s her because for some reason, he feels it, and when he glances over her shoulder, she’s standing behind him – dressed almost identically as when they first met.

“Rubbish weather, eh?” she jokes lightly as she looks up at the grey sky before stepping beside him. “I thought you might want this.”

He looks down at her dainty hand that hold the familiar dark blue flannel shirt.

The same shirt he borrowed her many, many months ago as they sat outside his house, chatting away their summer evening.

The same shirt she never bothered to return.

Not that he minded or wanted it back anyway.

“Thanks,” he musters up, clearing both his throat and his thoughts before taking the garment from her hands, but instead of putting it on, he looks at her for a short second, meeting her eye. 

She is looking at him – a timid smile on her lips, but he can only see the shadow of sadness glazing over her orbs and it makes his stomach twist in pain, so he turns away and leans against the fence.

She does the same while he nervously wrings the shirt in his hands as they both stare at the ground in front of them.

A watering can and some empty flowering pots scattered around the patio. A chair and a plaid blanket resting on top of it; pair of Birkenstock slippers in the corner.

He had imagined this moment way too many times – but now that they were finally alone, the script that he wrote carefully seemed to be lost, cut into bits; rearranged and scattered around his brain.

He cannot help but wonder why and when did it become so difficult to just be honest with himself; honest with her? 

When did it become so difficult to say what he wants?

“It used to be different, no?” she states, looking at her hands. “And it makes me wonder...Did I say something? Done something wrong? It’s really bothering me.”

His words although unspoken, have a sour taste in his mouth and he feels defeated. He doesn’t want her to think that it was her fault; that it was her who has to carry the cross of his behaviour.

She doesn’t deserve that burden.

“No, it’s just, I—,” he stops himself from speaking because he doesn’t know how to say it. “I know about…” he runs a hand over his face, taking a deep breath, “I know how you feel about me? Or at least, how you felt about me.”

His last words are barely above the whisper, but he knows that they were loud enough, and that she has heard them because she’s suddenly quiet; too quiet. 

And it feels like forever, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself, with his aching heart; with the realisation of what he just said.

“I was aiming high when it was quite obvious that I will fall flat on my face, no?”

“I am one to blame,” he manages to utter, but it’s not what he is supposed to say. It is not what he needs to say; what he desires. “and I want to say that I—“

No.

“No one is to blame,” she interrupts reassuringly, looking up at him with a sad smile. “You shouldn’t beat yourself up for not feeling the same for me.”

But I do.

__

Even more than you think.

🌼

Part V

tagging these lovely people: @rosie7703, @emwritesfootball, @alexajanecollins, @afootballimagines, @footballcloud , @englishfairylights @footballerimaginess , @footballxwrites, @just-imagines, @emwritesfootball, @macybeckham7, @hnrfc @nuestraluzdelaluna​

[footballerimaginess]

FootballerImaginess Recs 2021

Here are all of the reblogged imagines from the past year, I hope you have found some new writers this year. (I hope all the links work lol). Sadly these writers may have stopped writing which is sad for whatever reason. So please keep supporting writers because they can easily disappear and stop writing. My aim for 2022 is to reblog over 100 imagines this year, show all my support and love to my fellow football writers. Thank you to all the writers mentioned for such amazing fics all year. You are amazing and if nobody tells you that - I am telling you because you deserve to be told. You are incredible, even if you write one imagine a year or so many. You are a writer. I love you all!  Click the read more to see what fics featured, tell me were any of these your favourites!! 

Ben Chilwell  Disney Princess Voice - @jamesmaddiscnx  Showing up at your door - @footballdaydream Easter Egg Hunt - @travellvogue  Quit touching - @alexajanecollins  Co parenting - @bbychilly  Daddy my tooth fell out - @hnrfc  You date Ben? - @mwnutd Pretty as mummy @goldenskyeng Am I your lockscreen? - @football-and-fanfics

Mason Mount  And that makes it okay - @goldenskyeng  Mutual friends - @yvessainteng You’re in love with her - @football-and-fanfics Our Future Footballer - @avenirdelight  To Love All Of Me - @footballffbarbiex  Feeling his breath on your back @football-and-fanfics  Brits Red Carpet - @goldenskyeng You Pwomised - @footballffbarbiex Baby Delivery - @masnmounts Insta AU - @alltoolewin Ruben Loftus Cheek  Proud of you - @alexajanecollins  Little LC - @footballffbarbiex  Jack Grealish  Sleeping - @footballxwrites  Sky Sports Presenter - @arrrseeenalfc Antoine Greizmann  Birthday - @footballffbarbiex  Jadon Sancho  Not good enough - @footballxixstars  Co Parenting - @alexajanecollins  Touching - @nuestraluzdelaluna Eric Dier  Sorry That I Think I’m Not Enough - @footballdaydream  The Soft Kiss - @footballffbarbiex  Lately, you’ve been on my mind - @footballdaydream Holding Hands when scared - @footballffbarbiex  Egg Hunts are for kids - @footballxixstars  Ultrasound - @footballffbarbiex Ornaments - @footballffbarbiex  Ruben Dias  Better - @iwriteficsandtragedies  Benjamin Pavard To Kiss A Stranger - @penguintransporter Scott McTominay  Misses a game - @waytoobsessedwithfootballers Declan Rice  Easter Bunny - @goldenskyeng Bedtime Routine - @football-rambles  The Best Dog Parent - @princessdemo  Dominic Calvert Lewin  Water’s Break - @hnrfc Mummy was crying - @hnrfc Dom’s Ex - @footballdaydream  Touching - @nuestraluzdelaluna Julian Brandt  Jealous - @footballdaydream  Trent Alexander Arnold  Valentine’s Day - @hnrfc That’s My Boy - @travellvogue  Pregnant - @footballxixstars  To Love All of Me - @footballffbarbiex  The Things I did - @alltoolewin  Taking care when drunk - @footballxwrites John Stones Father’s Day Scrapbook - @footballffbarbiex  Gossip - @movnts Kepa  Why didn’t you wake me - @football-and-fanfics Jesse Lingard TikTok - @footballdaydream  Son Heung Min  Jealous - @footballxwrites  Dele Alli  Dating Dele - @nuestraluzdelaluna Pregnant - @footballxwrites Giovani Lo Celso  Never - @avenirdelight  Ben Davies  Get Some Rest - @avenirdelight  England NT  Full Masterlist Little Miss Heartbreaker - @hnrfc Anyone You Like The Shy Ones.. - @alexajanecollins  Wreck (this was so emotional) @macybeckham7

[pensat-i-fet]

A Halloweeny date

Anyone you like ❤️

Word count: 2159

When you and your boyfriend were getting to know each other, he asked you about your hobbies. Your answer was anything horror related.

He thought it was cute. Dating a tough girl who wanted to watch scary movies. But he couldn't expect the extent of your obsession. However, he was about to really find out.

A couple of weeks before Halloween, you showed up at his house with a huge smile on your face.

"Someone is happy to see me", he said.

"Oh my God! I have the perfect Halloween plan for us!!"

"Halloween? I've never celebrated it. Do you want to watch horror movies or something?"

Watch horror movies or something? Lame.

"What? No, we could do that every other day. We are going on a trip!", you said, beaming. And then proceeded to show him the leaflet of the little town you had found and that was the perfect spooky escapade for the two of you.

"A ghost town? Are you serious?", he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yes. I've always wanted to do something like this. But all my friends and exes thought it was a stupid idea. You don't think it's stupid, right?", you said, puppy eyes ready to convince him.

"Tell me the whole plan".

He really couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes.

And so you did. You had it all planned to the last detail. 

First, you'll be going on a ghost town tour. Some of the locations looked stunning, and perfect to turn your IG feed into spooky perfection. Then, you'll go to the cabin you had rented in the middle of the woods. That was the perfect place for all the other activities planned. But you didn’t share many of those details with him yet, wanting to surprise him. 

"And maybe we can add a sexy spooky game to the list", you said to him.

"Yeah? What kind of game?", he asked you. Hearing the words sexy and game probably made him forget everything else you mentioned.

"I'll think about it", you said, kissing him. "So, do you want to come?"

He sighed. "Ok, let's do this".

"Yes yes yes!!!", you yelled, jumping in his arms. “You are the best!”

**

“Where is this town? We've been driving for so long”, complained your boyfriend while you drove to your destination.

“Stop complaining! We're almost there”.

“Is it a ghost town because everyone that sets foot here gets killed?”, he said, looking outside at the scenery. “This looks a bit too creepy for my liking”.

“Of course it does. They make it look creepy to fit the theme. You really are terrible at spooky stuff”, you laughed.

When you arrived, you parked near the entrance of the tour. It all looked so good!

“Where are we staying? Near this area?”

“That’s a surprise!”, you said, kissing your boyfriend. “You won’t believe how amazing the place I rented is”.

And then took his hand so he would follow you.

“Ah!”, he screamed for the 10th time when a spiderweb touched his arm.

“Babe, you are overdoing it a bit”, you laughed.

“This is creepy. And I don’t like the feel of spiderwebs. It’s too dark and I can’t see them”.

“You are the one who said this was lame when we went to the first house and now you’re terrified”, you said with a smirk, you loved seeing him being such a baby. He was always the tough footballer. Well, it was your turn to be the tough one today. 

“That sexy game you promised me better be good”, he said, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.

“You won’t be disappointed. Now take a photo of me in front of this. It's going to look so cool".

An hour later, you finally made it out of the last house and reached the shop.

“Should we buy each other Halloween presents?”, you suggested.

“That’s not a thing, love. No one buys Halloween presents”.

“We could make it our thing. Who cares about rules?”

So you ended up buying him a t-shirt, even though you knew it was you who’ll end up wearing it while you stayed at his place, and he bought you a skeleton necklace that you started to wear the moment you got out of the shop.

“Okay then. Time to go to our home for the day”, you winked.

“Should I be scared?”

“Of me? Never”, you said with an evil laugh.

"A cabin? In the middle of the woods?", he said when he finally saw your destination.

"Yes. Here no one will hear you scream".

"Ha ha".

But when you got inside he was actually impressed. The cabin was gorgeous and had a huge fireplace you were ready to use to set the mood and to help with the October chill.

"Aww, they bought everything I asked for", you said, checking the bags that were in the kitchen. “I’ll leave the best review when we leave”.

"What is that?"

"Ingredients for our cooking and some drinks for a game, maybe?", you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Oh, you are getting me drunk before killing me. So nice of you", he said, making you laugh. "This place is amazing. Slightly terrifying because we’re in the middle of nowhere, but amazing. Like you".

His compliment made you so happy. You put your arms around his neck to bring him closer so you could kiss him and let him know how much his words meant to you. 

"This is only sweets?", he asked, checking the bags.

"In the bags, yeah. There is real food in the fridge. Don't worry. I just thought we could make some homemade Halloweeny sweets. There are so many recipes online".

"Sounds fun. And I'm too far away from civilization for my coach to know".

"I'll help you burn the calories later", you winked.

You picked up a few recipes, including the marshmallow ghosts and some simple cookies also in the shape of a ghost that you could have fun decorating with the frosting. Kid's stuff but it's not as if you knew how to do much better when it came to baking.

"We can eat this while watching a movie".

"I thought watching a movie was a lame plan for today", he said.

"Just watching a movie is lame. But of course we have to watch one. I already picked the perfect one", you said, getting the DVD out of your bag and showing him the cover.

"Cabin in the woods? Really? Let me guess. It's about people in a cabin in the middle of the woods who get killed".

"Kinda. But it's not that great. Bit of a guilty pleasure, you know? And it's not that scary either. Oh, and it has Chris Hemsworth in it!"

"Really? Are we partially watching it because of him?"

"Nah, he doesn't even take his shirt off. That's the scariest part of the movie", you said, faking a shiver and making your boyfriend laugh.

"I'll take my shirt off for you", he said giving you a kiss.

"Much much better than Hemsworth".

Once you had your pizza and your sweets ready to be consumed, you moved to the sofa to watch the movie.

“Zombies? Really?”, said your boyfriend looking at you with a big smile. He told you many times before that the only movies he wasn’t scared of were zombie movies, so you picked that one as a thank you to him for playing along with all the other activities you had planned.

“Ok”, you said as the movie ended. “How about you get the fireplace going while I get everything ready for our game?”

“Ok…”.

You could notice his eyes following you. He was intrigued about what you had planned and you were really hoping he wouldn’t find it disappointing.

“So”, you started, putting all the things on the table. “I thought about doing a little quiz. And if we get the question wrong, we have to do something out of a few options”.

“I’m listening”.

“Well, just stripping was going to make the game end too quickly. We aren’t wearing much”, you laughed. “So that’s one of the options, which is highly encouraged if it’s you answering wrong. But also we could take a shot”, you said, showing him the tequila bottle. “Or we can do a little bit of drawing”.

“Drawing?”, he asked you, confused.

“Yes. I got this glow-in-the-dark body paint and thought we could paint each other. And then when we go to the dark for other types of playing…well, we’ll get to see our creations”.

“Only you could come up with that idea”, he laughed. “But I love it”.

Your smile was so big it almost occupied your entire face.

“But”, he said. “It can’t be a horror quiz because you’ll have a big advantage”.

“I thought about that too. I’ll ask you horror movie questions and you’ll ask me football questions”.

“You’re kidding”, he said, laughing so hard you frowned.

“I know. I know…I only know the name of your team and the stadium where you play. I’m the one at a disadvantage. That’s how much I love you. I could easily make it so I win and get to do whatever I want to you”.

“Oh, you’ll get to do whatever you want to me later”, he said, grabbing you by the waist and putting you in his lap before kissing you. “And I love you too. Should we start?”

You went back to your seat and put everything in front of you so it’d be easy to reach whenever you needed it.

“Ok, let’s start with an easy one”, he said, forcing you to make a face. “Kinda. Which team has won the most leagues in England?”

“Manchester City”, you said, remembering that was the team that won the last one. So they at least had one.

“No, Manchester United”.

“That’s what I said. Manchester”, you complained.

“City and United are not the same. It’s like…”, he thought of an example you could understand. “Like an original movie and a remake. Like the Nightmare on Elm Street one”.

That made you shudder. “And who’s the crappy horrible shouldn’t exist remake? City or United?”

“Depends who you ask”, he laughed.

“Ok, as a punishment for missing. Though I was very close, I must add. I’ll choose a shot!”

You licked the salt off your hand, took the shot and then saw your boyfriend with a lime wedge in his mouth. You laughed and crawled towards him to get the lime and then get a kiss too since you were already there.

“Your turn! Who’s the first character killed in the original Scream movie?”

“Oh, easy. Drew Barrymore’s”.

“Wrong!”

“What?”, he said, shocked. “It is her!”

“It’s her boyfriend Steve. Everyone forgets poor Steve. Your punishment?”

“I’ll take my shirt off”.

“Who won the last World Cup?”, was the next question for you.

“Eh…England? No, I would have noticed. Wait! Brazil!”

“Wrong, it was France”.

“Of course it was. Ok…how about you draw something on me?”

And so he moved you closer to him to try and draw a ghost on your thigh. The drawing itself wasn’t great, but he kept on tickling you with the brush and his fingers and made you laugh. He looked so cute all concentrated that you couldn’t help but give him little kisses. Even though he complained about you distracting him, you knew he didn’t mind at all. 

Forty minutes later, you were both sitting in just your underwear, slightly tipsy and with all types of drawings all over your body. After getting a Champions League question wrong, you asked for another glowy tattoo and so your boyfriend got to work. 

“Turn around”, he said.

“But I wanna see”.

“Turn around”.

And so you did. His cold hand moved from your neck all along your spine, making you shiver in the best way possible. When he got to your bum, he took advantage of you wearing a thong to draw on one of your bum cheeks. He gave it a little squeeze and a kiss when he was done.

When you turned back to face him, you stopped him from going back to his seat.

“You know. I’m tired of this game now, maybe we should move to the next one”.

“Should we go see how we glow in the dark?”, he laughed.

“Yeah…and to see how smudge-proof this paint really is”.

**

Hours later, you lay in each other’s arms and you couldn’t believe how happy you were at that moment. Today had really been the perfect day.

"Thank you for being such a good sport and putting up with all my weird tastes. No one has ever made me feel like I’m not a weirdo for liking what I like until I met you. It means so much to me", you said. 

"I have to love all of you, don’t I? Happy Halloween, my love".

“Happy Halloween”.

[kay-peawrites]

Rock.

You stared at the thick packet sitting on the kitchen counter knowing how much your life could change because of its contents. You had spent the past year filling out applications to Master’s level physiotherapy programs all over the country. You’d been offered a spot at all the programs you’d applied to, but your top choice was the University of Southampton, which arguably offered the best program in the country. Now the envelope from the school in question was sitting in front of you and you weren’t sure if you were ready to see the contents.

“Maybe I should wait until Dom gets home…” you wondered out loud to Chief, your shared German Shepherd pup. Chief lifted his head up from the floor at the sound of your voice and stared back at with you his big brown eyes.

You felt like Dom should be there considering he’d been there every step of the way of your academic journey. You’d met when you first moved to Liverpool to attend university. At the time you were and eighteen-year-old first year and he was a nineteen-year-old boy wonder who’d just signed his first deal with Everton. Fast forward five years to celebrating four years together last month.

You looked over to the framed photograph of the two of you from your Bachelor’s graduation ceremony. The smiles on your faces nearly showcased all of your teeth. Dom was so excited that his “missus” was graduating that he nearly invited every player and staff member at Goodison. You smiled at the memory of him hollering after your name was called, you could even feel the heat rise to your cheeks like it did that day.

The sound of the lock turning brought you out of your reverie. Chief immediately got up and ran to the door to greet Dom. Even though Dom was initially against the idea of getting a dog, he and Chief were now thick as thieves.

“Hey boy, you alrite?” you heard Dom greet your dog. You heard his keys hit the bowl you kept on the front table and the quiet thud of his training bag hit the floor. You always nagged him about leaving his bag by the door instead of in the laundry room. You’d even designated a bin for him to put the clothes in to avoid the smell spreading throughout the house.

“Hello, my love,” you felt a kiss being pressed to your bare shoulder as Dom stood behind you.

“Hi.” you softly replied.

“Is that it then? The last response you’ve been waiting on?” Dom motioned to the envelope in front of you with his chin as he walked around the counter into the kitchen.

“Yeah.” you breathed out, watching as he grabbed a water from the fridge.

“I wanted to wait for you to get home to open it. Seeing as you’ve been there through everything,” you continued.

“Aww, kid. I’m honored that you waited for me.” he leaned over the counter and connected your lips for a short kiss before picking up the envelope and offering it to you to open.

“Wait…” you start before pushing it away, “what happens if I don’t get in?,” you question looking into his hazel eyes.

“Then it’s their loss, we’ll be sad for the night, but we’ll move on because tomorrow’s a new day.” he reassures you.

Dom was confident that you’d gotten accepted, you’re the smartest person he’d ever met. He flashed back to the days of watching you pour over your laptop and textbooks for hours finishing an assignment or studying for an exam. Somehow you always managed to fully support him by coming to games and watching the ones you couldn’t make. He never could figure out how you managed to graduate with honors while dating a famous footballer, but he was proud of you nonetheless.

“What happens if I do get in?” your soft voice brought him out of his thoughts.

“Well missy, I reckon you have a big decision in front of you then.” he replied but he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen.

Southampton wasn’t Liverpool. In fact, it was a little over six hours away. You and Dom had never really discussed the idea of a long distance relationship, but he was willing to try if you were. He’s determined to make it work with you, because he truly believes that you’re the One for him. He would miss you greeting him with cuddles whenever he returned from training or a game, the smell of your cooking, and even your nagging about little things he’d forgotten to do.

Across from him, you were deep in your own thoughts wondering how Dom could be so nonchalant about you possibly moving to Southampton. You moved into his place almost two years ago and with you came little feminine touches throughout his house that he welcomed. A decorative pillow here, a pricey rug there. You’d even convinced him to let you keep a snack cupboard for whenever you were having a bad day or on your period. You weren’t worried about losing Dom or cheating scandals, but you were going to miss having him around. Who else would stay up with you all night helping you study for a final even if he had an early training session the next day? Who would eat Chinese and ice cream with you when you bombed an assignment or an exam? Or down three bottles of red when you aced something?

Dominic was your rock, but what happens when that rock was six hours away?

Author's note: Hello friends, I’m back. Took a little hiatus to focus on school, but summer’s here and my course load is lighter so I’m back to writing. I’ve been reading footballer fanfics for a couple of years, but I’ve never written for any player…..until today. Let me be honest, I’m a huge SIMP for Dominic Calvert-Lewin so why not write for him. Let me know what you think and drop some title suggestions. Should I keep this going??

[football-and-fanfics]

I would like to request 2 with Dcl 🤍

Thanks for your request. I hope you'll like it :-) 2. "I said I wouldn't judge, so I'm not." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx For the upcoming Halloween period, the owner of the café you worked at, had decided all his personnel had to wear special Halloween-themed shirts. You found the shirts, black and with the print of a human skeleton, absolutely hideous. "Come on, let me see it." Dominic pressed when you came home from work that evening. "Absolutely not!" You made sure your jacket was covering the shirt you wore underneath. "Oh, well." Dominic shrugged, giving you a mischievous wink. "Than I'll just have to come by at the café tomorrow and see it then." "Huh..." You scoffed softly. He gave you a teasing look, and you knew there was a very real chance he would actually be doing it. "Okay." You gave in, "but promise me you won't judge." "I promise." Dominic answered solemnly, but there still was a twinkle in his eyes. You sighed before you took off your jacket, revealing the ghastly shirt underneath. Dominic did his best to keep in his laughter. "I said I wouldn't judge, so I'm not." He tried with all his might to keep a straight face. "Right," you chuckled wryly, "that response still says it all." "I'm sorry, babe." Dominic pulled you into an embrace. "Yeah, well," you sighed, "you're right. I look absolutely hideous in this." Dominic planted a loving kiss into your hair, pulling you tighter into his arms. "The shirt might be hideous, but you will never be." Tags: @glam-khal, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @mmmufc, @footballffbarbiex

[toomuchchelsea]

Hi, loves :)

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

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

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

All my love x

[myrwritesfootie]

Soooo, it’s time to get preparing for the first Sunday of the month and since I’m new here I just wanted to know from you guys if you have some good prompt challenges that I should write or any themes you would love to see? Drop a comment below or send me an IM

[football-and-fanfics]

19 with Dominic Calvert Lewin pls xxx

Thanks for your request. Hope you'll like it :-) 19. "That wasn't your finest moment, no." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx You and Dominic had been in a fight that morning. You had yelled some stuff around, both said things you didn't mean, and left the house still angry. No matter how bad you had wanted to talk things out before going, you really had to leave for work and Dominic was late for training, so it would have to wait until the evening. That night, when you came home, a huge bouquet of flowers stood waiting for you on the kitchen counter. "I'm sorry, babe," Dominic immediately started when you walked in, "I said a lot of things I shouldn't have this morning." "That wasn't your finest moment, no," you answered, "but I am not off the hook either. I threw some mean things at you, too, and I am sorry for that as well." Dominic came over to you. He hesitated a moment to see if he was allowed, before pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. "So, are we good?" He asked softly. You smiled against his lips. "Yes, we are." Tags: @glam-khal, @donkeykai, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo

[football-and-fanfics]

Dcl and 12 if free still? X

Thanks for your request. Hope you’ll like it :-) 12. Falling asleep somewhere they’re not supposed to xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx You knew Dominic was somewhat tired, due to the busy schedules with both Everton and the English national team.  Even though your mom’s birthday party was anything but a high profile thing, he has insisted on joining you to it.  It was a nice summer day, so it was a garden party with a barbecue.  You had been chatting with some of your aunts and uncles, leaving Dominic by himself for a little while.  You returned to him some 30 minutes later to find him fast asleep in one of the garden lounge chairs. For a few seconds you just looked at him. He sat slouched down low, one elbow on the chair’s armrest and hand supporting his head.  “Babe?” You kneeled down in front of him and rested a hand on his knee.  Dominic startled awake, looking around in confusion for a second.  “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled a little embarrassed, “I must have dozed off.” “Yeah, you did,” you smiled warmly at him, “but that’s okay.” “I blame this nice sun and these comfortable chairs.” He gave you a crooked smirk.  You rose to your feet again and planted a kiss on the top of his head.  “I don’t mind,” you ran a hand over his arm, “actually, I think it’s sweet.” Tags: @glam-khal, @donkeykai, @evie-pr

[footballffbarbiex]

So...Teach Me masterlist.

summary: everyone has that one person who teaches them what they know. who shows that giving can be as enjoyable as receiving. and for him, that person is you.

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more to be plotted soon...

want to submit an idea of what they can do during these chapters? let me know here. 

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