#my writing: dominic calvert lewin

[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

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Ben Chilwell

A continuation of the pillow humping drabble

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

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Ben White

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

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Beth Mead

Celebrating winning the euros with her (leads to smut)

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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

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Daniel Ricciardo 

Cooling down on a hot day only leads to more heat

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Dominic Calvert Lewin

His curls. Playful and dirty pulling of his hair examples

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Emre Can

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

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Eric Dier

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

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Jack Aitken 

Leaving love notes

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Jack Grealish

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

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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

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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

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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?

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Kylian Mbappe 

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

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Leon Goretzka

That first time sex and trying to be quiet

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Marco Rose

An unexpected pregnancy leaves Marco unsure of himself 

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Mason Mount

Mason takes it upon himself to decorate the nursery

Mason being a good egg during labour

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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

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Rodrigo De Paul

Helping her get out of her head (smut)

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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?

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Sergio Ramos

A birthday present for the birthday boy. 

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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

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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

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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

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Virgil van Dijk

Restraining and blindfolding Virgil and having your way with him

Meeting your family for the first time

[new-berry]

obsessed with your blog and fics! i know you write and explore anthony's trysts (lmao for lack of a better term) with his newcastle teammates but i would love your thoughts on how his teammates at everton might have shaped his 'tastes'? the sheer juxtaposition of pickford and dominic calvert lewin being the guys he saw in the shower!

Well I keep seeing him walking into England training ( well I watched two videos) with Jared Branthweight (someone whose name I will likely spell both incorrectly and differently every time, so sorry for that ) so there is a nice Viking look going on there.

Dominic is only 27??? Huh. That was such a messy time for the club right? The board and fans fighting, Lampard as manger, the rumours of a sale and stress of the stadium. Like… I think he tried to do too much and he was ambitious but there is the part of me that wondered about people keeping him the hell away from Frank.

Jordan has about three soft edges and 56532 prickly ones, but I can def see moments when he would be like “kid” (a nickname that was annoying and secret thrill) (also if it is possible that someone with a lesser north east accent could drawl, he would drawl) “you need to find a way of relaxing that isn’t just kicking extra balls at me.” But he would still let him take extra shots just sometimes he would drag him off for blowjobs. He’d be either ruthless “ so my record is getting (he’d imply John) off in a minute, let’s beat that “ or like edge forever.

Dominic makes Anthony curse his pale skin.

[emwritesfootball]

Feelings | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

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

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

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

Warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely,” you murmured, kissing him again.

[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.

[meteora-fc]

🔹️livin' it up🔹️

[avenirdelight]

Swipe Right

Dominic Calvert-Lewin

Written for @footballffbarbiex’s summer writing challenge. Prompt: Her getting stood up on a tinder date but he buys her a drink and asks if he can keep her company.

If only she hadn't fallen for the temptation of getting a boyfriend off of the internet like her friend had done, she wouldn't be here right now. If only she hadn't downloaded that doomed app, started talking to this one person she'd matched with, and said yes when he'd asked her to meet up two weeks later, she wouldn't be here.

But here she was, in a busy café in central London, all alone, because her Tinder date had not shown up.

It had been one hour since their appointed time; her coffee had long gone cold. As the time passed, she felt like it was getting colder. No, it wasn't really cold there, the heater worked perfectly fine. She just envied people around her, sharing joyous laughs, keeping the conversations going as they held each other's hands, leaning their heads together because the stories they were telling warmed their hearts.

She would've told her Tinder date a funny story from high school that she had been wanting to tell him, she knew he would've loved it. They would've been laughing together too right now, if he had shown up.

When she had passed the one hour mark, her own time limit to wait for people, she decided to send him a text again. It was not delivered this time and she started to feel her heart sinking. Five minutes later, she tried to give him a call. His number was not active.

She cursed under her breath, feeling like a complete idiot. She could've been in her room, watching his favorite band's online concert, rather than being here feeling embarrassed. People had probably noticed her sitting alone for a whole hour, looking so miserable on this Saturday night because her date didn't show up.

She was contemplating whether to just go home or stay here and order some food. She couldn't ignore her grumbling stomach anymore, but the thought of going home and crying out this unnecessary heartbreak on her bed was far more appealing.

But a voice, a polite 'excuse me', interrupted her train of thoughts. She immediately looked up to see where the voice came from.

"Hi, sorry. I hope I'm not creeping you out, but you look like you could use a company."

Beautiful curly hair, bright eyes, pretty lips, thick eyebrows, gorgeous eyelashes. And there was a very sweet smile spread across his face, making him look harmless in every way possible.

Okay. If this guy was on Tinder, she would definitely swipe right.

She unintentionally let a few seconds pass as she tried to register his words on her mind, not realising that she was staring at him rather judgingly for a little bit too long.

"Unless you're still waiting for someone," he blurted it out so fast. "I'm sorry. You clearly don't want to be bothered. I'll just—"

"No, no. It's okay. I'm not waiting for anyone. The seat is not taken," she said, glancing at the empty chair in front of her, signalling that he was welcomed to occupy it.

The smile on his face got a little bit wider, before he excitedly took the seat in front of her, his hair bouncing as he moved.

"I don't usually do this, approaching a stranger," he scratched his temple as his nervousness started to finally show.

"I don't usually do this too, letting a stranger approach me," her lips twitched into a small smile.

"Yeah, but, uhm— You look very nice in this purple blouse. I don't even like purple, it's my least favourite colour, but they look good on you. And your hair pin is beautiful."

Maybe what he meant was 'you're so pretty', but well, she'd take it.

"Anyway, what I mean to say is, I don't think I'd miss the chance to talk to someone who can make me like the colour purple."

She felt her cheeks getting warmer, and she knew he would notice it because her cheeks would quickly get as red as an apple every time she got shy. It was proven by the way he slightly pursed his lips, eyes squinting a little bit as he tried not to chuckle.

"I'm Dominic, by the way," he extended his hand and she took it. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt their hands touch as she said her name. "Can I buy you a drink? Or anything you want, really."

"I've got to be honest, I haven't had my dinner and my stomach is killing me right now."

"So rude of that person who let you wait for so long— I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he corrected himself quickly, seeing the swift change of look on her face as the shyness was replaced by embarrassment.

"It's okay, it's the truth," she shrugged, trying to compose herself. "Just embarrassed. I noticed some people staring at me, they must be feeling sorry for me sitting here alone."

"Not anymore now." His infectious smile made an appearance again, bringing back her smile to her face.

Dominic was nice, giving her his recommendations from the menu, claiming that he had been coming here for years and it was one of his favourite places in town. The conversations between them went rather smoothly; he started by randomly asking her about her favourite holiday destinations and fifteen minutes later the discussion changed to their latest watched movies.

Maybe it was silly of her, getting stood up by a stranger from the internet that she had trusted too quickly, but trusted another complete stranger to burst her social bubble right away. But the vibe that this guy was giving off was different. She had had her experiences. From his first hello, she knew that he definitely was not one of those flirty and cocky boys that was just going to dump her after they had their fun. 

As the night fell deeper, they got more comfortable with each other. They were deep in conversations until the closing time was near. The little voices in their heads were wishing that they could spend more time with each other, and they both knew that the choices were in their hands.

So when Dom asked her "Let's go somewhere else, what do you say? I know a nice place not far away from here", she didn't think twice to say yes.

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finally writing for dom! and i’m so happy to participate on this writing challenge! i started writing this a month ago and left it and came back to it a couple of times until last week... i hope you guys like this one🤍

here’s other pieces that i wrote for this challenge: chilly’s protocols & mason’s gaffer’s in law

please leave comments or give me feedbacks through my asks or dms, i’d love to know what you think, i’d really appreciate it! thank you!

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[chilly-me-softly]

Writing of the day (04/10)

Mason Mount -  Wine and holiday

Mason Mount -  Chances

Dominic Calvert Lewin -  A summer fling - Part 1 - Part 2

I now have 0 request in my inbox, you know what to do if you want ����

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[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

[football-and-fanfics]

New prompts list

Here’s the new prompts list! 😃Requests can be sent in via the Ask/Request button. A list with who I write for can be found below.

I’m also keeping the possibility to request for your favorite bromance (no smut). The only ‘rule’ for this is, that at least one of the players must be on my Who I Write For list. If there is a specific scenario or setting you have in mind with a prompts, just add it to your request. All prompts can only be requested once, and that's on a first come first serve basis. When a prompt is taken, it will be striked through on the list. You can see when your request is (roughly) scheduled for posting on the Posting Schedule. Some general rules and FAQ’s for my writing can be found here. If you want to be added to the tags list for when the imagines get posted (for all, or just specific player, club or league), just let me know. So, request away!😁😉😊 PROMPTS LIST: 1. Getting into an altercation with someone from the other team - John Stones 2. "Un-fucking-believable." - Jack Grealish 3. "Everything hurts." - Jack Grealish 4. "When's the last time you slept properly?" - Mason Mount 5. Staring at you from across the room - Neco Williams 6. Snow - Kepa Arrizabalaga 7. "It's alright, I'm here." - John Stones 8. "Will you just hold still?" - Jack Grealish 9. Falling asleep somewhere they're not supposed to - Ben Chilwell // Martin Odegaard 10. "That was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done." - Christian Pulisic // Trent Alexander-Arnold // Andreas Christensen 11. Getting distracted during a team meeting - Jordan Henderson 12. "No, no, your hair looks... unique." - Jack Grealish 13. "I got a bad feeling about this." - Jack Grealish // Kasper Schmeichel + James Maddison 14. "Look at you! You're in no state to continue this match!" - Jordan Henderson 15. "You owe me a kiss." - Jack Grealish // Ben Chilwell 16. "Put your arms around my-- or just fall into me, that works, too." - Mason Mount 17. "Let me offer you some free advice." - Virgil van Dijk 18. "Sore loser." - Ben Chilwell 19. "Your hands are cold." - Kai Havertz 20. "Ease up a little." - Trent Alexander-Arnold // Kasper Schmeichel 21. Getting called up for the national team for a big tournament. - Frenkie de Jong 22. "Zip it." - Ben Chilwell WHO I WRITE FOR (alphabetical order by first name): - Aaron Ramsdale - Andreas Christensen - Andy Robertson - Antoine Griezmann - Ben Chilwell - Benjamin Pavard - Bernd Leno - César Azpilicueta - Christian Pulisic - Curtis Jones - Declan Rice - Dele - Diogo Jota - Dominic Calvert-Lewin - Eric Dier - Frenkie de Jong - Gareth Bale - Granit Xhaka - Harry Winks - Hugo Lloris - Jack Grealish - John Stones - Jordan Henderson - Jordan Pickford - Kai Havertz - Kasper Dolberg - Kasper Schmeichel - Kepa Arrizabalaga - Kevin de Bruyne - Kieran Tierney - Manuel Neuer - Marc-Andre ter Stegen - Marcel Sabitzer - Martin Odegaard - Mason Mount - Neco Williams - Nicolas Tagliafico - Ozan Kabak - Phil Foden - Riqui Puig - Robert Lewandowski - Sergio Reguilon - Simon Kjaer - Thiago Alcantara - Timo Werner - Trent Alexander-Arnold - Virgil van Dijk - Yann Sommer - Zlatan Ibrahimovic Tags: @t-i-l-a

[dclsbaby]

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

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

Warnings: painful pain angsty angst

Word Count: 2.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.

You deserve someone better.

Please just trust me and let me go.

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

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

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

***

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

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

You’ve been seen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

Silence fills the air before Dom shifts closer to you.

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

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

You’ve been cornered and there is no escape.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You broke off the kiss and pulled away from him.

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

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

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

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

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

“Never.”

[penguintransporter]

imagines:

Imagine // Leon Goretzka

Just an imagine, I guess...

Green // Marco Rose  🎄

Green just wasn’t her colour. 

Just a Stranger // Leon Goretzka 🎄

Getting stuck in an elevator with a stranger isn't so bad, after all.

Last Christmas // Héctor Bellerín 🎄

What's got Wham! to do with it?

A Second Chance // Kasper Schmeichel  🎄

A Christmas prank gone wrong. Or maybe not?

To Kiss a Stranger // Benjamin Pavard 🎄

A silly bet is all it takes.

What Do You Think? // Serge Gnabry

How does one smoothly go from lust to love?

Let's Go Home // Marco Rose

There's only one way to apologize. (warning: it gets physical)

Say Something // John Stones

Some things can leave one speechless.

Wrong // Dominic Calvert-Lewin

Sometimes the one thing that's very wrong, feels just right.

After Hours // Reece James

In which she bites the bullet and asks him out. 

Yours // Benjamin Pavard

Benjamin doesn’t want to be her wingman, but her man. 

To Be Real // Tyrone Mings

Sometimes faking it pays off. Or does it?

Tiny Clouds // Serge Gnabry

It's tiny clouds, not sheep. Okay?

For Reals? //  Héctor Bellerín

In which she learns that being Perrie Edwards is not the best thing in the world.

Is that...my shirt? // Harry Winks (hnrfc' writing challenge)

Harry finds out that Sofie has one of his shirts. And he doesn’t mind.

Notes on Gardening // Eric Dier

Eric Dier spends too much money on gardening books. Not that Vee minds. For @avenirdelight

A Sunflower // Leon Goretzka

Sometimes, all it takes is a sunflower.

A Familiar Face // Alisson Becker

Alisson Becker is many things, but is not a catfish.

Letting Go // James Rodriguez

In which Clara and James learn that the hardest thing to do is to let go.

When in Porto // Iker Casillas

Iker likes food. He also likes the woman that makes it

Art of Being Honest // Niklas Stark

Niklas has no clue about art, but he knows a lot about how he feels towards Mia. For @quack-and-yellow

It’s a Date // Virgil Van Dijk

Lou is really bad at giving signals, but Virgil is even worse at catching them.

two-shots:

Please Say Something // Leon Goretzka (hnrfc' writing challenge + sequel)

In which she ask for a second chance. Inspired by the song Love You Twice by Lilla Vargen.

Part I

Part II

Hope is a Heartache // Leon Goretzka

Always ‘almost’, but never ‘quite’ something.

Part I

Part II 

Fade Into You // Leon Goretzka

In the end, he did listen to her; and his heart.

Part I

Part II

8 (eight) // Anyone You’d Like 

Eight months it's all it takes.

Part I

Part II

[trentaafcsblog]

My Favourites 2021

I thought I’d make a post dedicated to the pieces of work I’m most proud of (I hope that doesn’t come across as vain 😅) and I’ll update it as and when I write something that I’m pleased with x

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Baby Is So In Love With Him

Baby’s First Steps

Taking Your Daughter On A Date

Finding Out You’re Pregnant From His Mum

Makeout*

Twisting Your Ankle

Calling You The Wrong Name

Baby Is His Twin

Brushing Your Teeth Together

Singing In The Shower

Trip To The Zoo

Taking Your Makeup Off

Promise Ring

Not Answering His Calls

Putting His Feet On The Coffee Table

Pregnancy Announcement

Bath Time

New Words

After Training Cuddles

Needy In The Morning*

Teddy’s Operation

Daddy Tent

Dominic Calvert-Lewin

Tummy Time

Makeout*

Overstimulation*

FaceTiming His Brother

Meeting His Family For The First Time

Hearing Aid

Edging*

NSFW Alphabet*

Handmade Cards

Holiday Romance

Picnic Goddess

Ben Chilwell

Opposite Twins

Weekly Bump Comparisons

Tea Party Princess

Co-Parenting

Pretty Mummy

Reading To Your Bump

Daddy-Son Date

Baby’s Boyfriend

Pretty Mummy

Not Telling His Friends About You

Shaving Argument

Chilli Tattoo

After School Surprise

Walking Around Naked

Insecure About Your Body

Celebrity Crush

Tyrone Mings

Talking To Your Baby

Treasure Hunt

Marcus Rashford

Morning Cuddles

Jadon Sancho

Silent Treatment

Baby Copies Him

Secret Photo Album

Pouty And Possessive

Noticing Your Bump

Breakfast In Bed

‘Poorly’ Baby

Outfit Preview

Dele

Toxic Friends

Disgusting Dads

Falling Asleep On FaceTime

Mason Mount

Hyping You Up

Daddy’s Mascot

Clingy Toddler

Sandcastles

Clingy

Midnight Memories

Ruben Loftus-Cheek

New Date

James Maddison

Daddy-Son Date

Jack Grealish

Embarrassing Dad

Dad Guilt

Anyone You Like

Aquarium Date

Period Leak

Takeaway Argument

Grabbing Your Ass

Staring At Your Boobs

Reaching For The Same Thing

Untying Your Bikini

[emwritesfootball]

Dirty Little Secret | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

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

Word Count: 3,610

Warnings: light mentions of smut, sneaking around

- - -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dominic: When can I see you again?

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

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

You: I’m on my way

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I got another call-up!”

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

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

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

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

***

Anfield. Last Spring.

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

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

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

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

...

It didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dom: So, when can I see you again?

***

Jordan’s House, Present Day

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

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

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

“Sure.”

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hendo smirked. “Nice.”

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

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

“Yeah, I-”

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

“Sure. Where is she?”

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

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

***

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

“Your brother needs you.”

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

Dom: Meet me in the guest bedroom… Five minutes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

Two Weeks Later

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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NSFW Prompts

Thank you so much for all the requests for my new project! Below is all the prompts with who I'm writing them for!

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1)"mine. Only mine" ~ Charles lelerc

2)"that feel good princess?" ~Jadon sancho

3)"just shut up & kiss me! " ~kai havertz

4)"since I've been good, how about I have taste of you"~ max fewtrell

5)"if you want more... beg for it baby"~ jadon sancho

6)"are those my boxers?" ~ Mason mount

7)“Do you need help with that?”- kai havertz

8)"you know I'm holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don't hold your luck!" ~ Trent alexander-arnold

9)“come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you”- dominic Calvert-lewin

10)"won't you help me? Please?" ~ lando norris

11)“You’re not going out in that outfit.”- Jadon sancho

12)“I firmly believe there’s no better way to start the day than with some nice morning sex.” ~ben chilwell

13)“C’mere. Let’s celebrate….alone.” - dominic calvert lewin

14)“training isn't meant to turn into sex”~ trent alexander-arnold

15)“I’m just pregnant, you don’t have to treat me like glass.” ~ charles lelerc

16) “I need you. Now!” ~ Mason mount

17)“do you think they could hear us?” ‘yes we can.’ ~ mason mount

18)“I’d hold on to something if I were you.”~ Jadon sancho

19)“First one to make a noise loses.” ~ben chilwell

20)“I never knew someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers.” ~ Mason mount

21)“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”    Mason mount

22)“my boyfriend would kill us.” - jadon sancho

23)“what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?) -jesse lingard

24)"That isn't you’re keys in your pocket is it?" Lewis Hamilton

26)“the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh” ~ marcus rashford .

27)“enjoying the view?”- lando norris

28)“We’re in public” “I don’t care” Charles lelerc

29)“Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?” ~ Calvert-lewin

30)“Ride me.”~ lando Norris

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