#ben chilwell

[neverinadream]

Six Months Apart - Part One

Summary: Y/n Maddison has a deadline to meet and six months in Paris might just help her, but it might just jeopardise her relationship with he brother's best friend.

Pairing: Ben Chilwell x Fem!Reader (Fem!Maddison Reader)

Requested: Nope (Originals Here & Here)

Song Inspo: You're Gonna Go Far - Noah Kahan

Warnings: smau, 18+, minors dni, nsfw, angst, pre-established 'relationship', the reader is james maddison's younger sister, sneaking around, dom!ben x sub!reader, rough!ben, dirty talk, pet names (baby, princess, good girl...), praise, degradation, the reader is called a slut and refers to themselves as a fucktoy, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), mentions of spit, not edited...

Notes: so this is a rewrite/fusion of two old fics (both are already linked above), i've been wanting to rewrite some of my old ben fics so here it is. part two is already planned and i will start writing that once i've finished something else that i've got planned. anyway....did you like it?? feedback is always appreciated!!

y/n_maddison

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y/n_maddison: just found out i'm moving to paris...

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madders: uh what?!

madders: sorry?!

madders: this is how i find out?!

> y/n_maddison: surprise...

> benchilwell: bro this is how we're all finding out

user578: y/n's writing the sequel in paris???

> y/n_maddison: can neither confirm nor deny this 🤐

harper_xo: i can't believe you're leaving me for six months 🥲

> y/n_maddison: the longest we'll have been apart for 💔

> harper_xo: what will i do without you?! 😭

> y/n_maddison: water my plants??? 👀

> madders: SIX MONTHS?!

user245: why paris?

> y/n_maddison: it's a secret 🤐

> user288: research for the new book, right??? damon promised he would take her to paris one day...

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"Get on your knees."

"Excuse me?"

He brushes his thumb along the seam of your mouth; your lips, soft under the calloused pad of his thumb, parting for him.

"You heard me," he murmurs, two blue orbs fixated on how far back he could push his thumb before you would start to gag. His cock twitches, feeling the first bit of resistance, his thumb covered in spit as you splutter and gag. "What are you waiting for? A please?" He withdraws, wipes it around your mouth, smudging the lipstick you had picked out for today's game. "Get on your fucking knees!"

"But what if someone catches us?"

You feign your concern, sliding your hands down his thighs as you drop to the ground. The family box floor was cold against your knees but it didn't bother you. You had done this in an alleyway beside a nightclub when it had been raining all day and the ground was still damp. The risk of getting caught appealed to you, turning you on more than you would like to admit. It was going to be something you would miss.

You tip your head, meeting his eyes. "Wouldn't be good for either of us."

He hooked his knuckle under your chin, showing you a smug grin. "Really need me to say it?"

Sliding one hand down the front of his shorts, he palmed himself through his briefs. You were beautiful like this, sitting on your knees, large eyes gazing back at him, waiting willingly for his next move. How many times had he had you like this? Too many for him to count. But every time you looked the same. Perfect.

Ben grins as you lick your lips. "Look at you," he hums, stroking your face with his free hand, "just waiting for it, aren't you? Like a good, obedient pup."

"Please, Ben!" You were itching to touch him, to hold his steely length in your hand and wrap you lips around him.

He fists his hand into your hair, wrapping your ponytail around it, and forces you to look at him. "Come on, princess," he tightens his grip making you whimper, "you can do that better than that."

Bending over, he touches his lips against your temple and kisses you. In one breath, he breathes in the scent of your shampoo, a concoction of coconut and vanilla, and squeezes his cock tighter. Six months without that scent was going to be hard.

Against you, he whispers, "Be a good, desperate, little slut and tell me how much you want this hard cock in your mouth."

Without permission, you curl your fingers around the waistband of his shorts and pull them down with one sharp tug, bringing his briefs down with them. His cock springs free, standing to attention, the tip leaking a pearly bead of precum. You lick your lips and moan like you could already taste him.

"Ah," he tuts, shaking his head, "touching me without permission, baby? I'll have to punish you for that later." He knocks your hands away, wrapping his own around his shaft, jerking it a few times to ease some of the ache. Your wild eyes follow his movements, a desperation in them that makes him snicker. "You want it?" He trails it over your lips, teasing you. You flick your tongue out and he shudders. "So beg for it, tell me how much you want it."

"Please, Benji," you whine, opening your mouth, a soft sigh leaving as he sits the crown of his cock against your flattened tongue.

He pushes forward, guiding himself deeper into your mouth, letting your warmth engulf him as you wrap your lips around him. Your tongue swirls around the tip, licking up his precum, and you suck on him with a loud, slightly over dramatic, moan.

"Fuckin' perfect," he grunts, pulling out with a sharp pop, a string of spit still connected between you, "but I'm not satisfied; tell me what you want. Want me to fuck your throat baby?" You nod your head, inching closer on your knees. "So fucking say it!" His tone is harsher, sending a shiver running down your spine. "Tell me you want me to use your throat for the hole that is, to have me slide in and out of that slutty fucking mouth!"

Licking your lips, you break the string of spit, wiping it off your chin. "Use me," you whisper, nuzzling your face against him, your sultry smile pressing into him as he lets out a groan, "fuck my throat right here in my brother's family box - treat me like I'm nothing more than a fucktoy."

"There you go," he grins, gushing praise as he pumps himself a few more times, squeezing his fingers tighter around the tip on every upstroke, "tere's my good, little slut. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

You shake your head. "Can I have it now?"

"Poor, poor Madders," he murmurs, tapping his cock against your cheek, revelling in how you smiled up at him, "doesn't even know how much of a slut his baby sister is - wanting to get her throat fucked in his family box, where anyone could come back and catch us. Are you that desperate that you can't even wait until we're home?"

Your head shakes and your cheeks twitch. "Been thinking about it all day." A glob of spit lands on his cock, your hand jerking it up and down his shaft, adding it to the rest of the mess, before your mouth dips and slurps on his tip. "How are you going to live without this for six months?" You break away and suck on his balls, listening to the guttural groan that rips through him.

"The same thing I used to do," he answers, pulling on your hair, making you look up at him, "just pretend my hand is you." His response makes you smile. "Now, no more playing around," the softness of the moment was gone, "open your mouth and take it like a good girl."

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y/n_maddison

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y/n_maddison: alexa play little black dress by one direction

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harper_xo: mommy 🥵

> y/n_maddison: 😏

> harper_xo: i can't believe paris is gonna get all of this for six months 😭

> y/n_maddison: pfft the hot french boys are nothing compared to you 😉

madders: you're wearing the wrong size, right?

> y/n_maddison: no

> madders: then you're at least wearing a coat, right?

> y/n_maddison: no

> madders: i'll bring you a coat

benchilwell: 🥵

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user357: you're not sneaky, chilly 🤭

> user179: you saw his comment too?

> user539: what comment?

> user357: he commented 🥵 but then quickly deleted it

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Alone outside the restaurant, Ben stepped behind you, wrapping both arms around your waist. "I don't want you to leave," he whispers, too scared to say it any louder.

He buries his face into your neck, drifting his warm lips across your cold skin, the tension releasing from his shoulders as you relax back into his chest. You weren't safe out in the open like this, your brother and the rest of your friends were still in the restaurant, any one of them could come looking for you, but for once you didn't care. Both of you needed this.

"Change your plans," he attempts to persuade you, drifting his mouth higher up your neck, kissing the soft spot behind your ear, "stay here with me."

"I can't-"

"Yes, you can," he mumbles, cutting you off.

"No, Ben, I can't."

Turning to face him, you brush his hair away from his eyes, distracting yourself from the tears that threatened to fall. Of course, you wanted to stay, just thinking about being separated from your friends and family for six months made you want to cry. But you had a deadline to meet, a generous advancement, and a promise that you'd try anything to rid yourself of your writer's block to keep. Even if that meant moving to the location of your next book.

"I'm getting nowhere with my book, they think a change of scenery might do me some good-"

"But fucking Paris?" You wince as he raises his voice and he quickly apologises under his breath. "They couldn't have suggested Cornwall, maybe? Or Manchester?" He rattles off, his voice cracking as his own emotions get the better of him. You watch him tip his head back like it could send his tears back to where they came from. "Why does it have to be another country?"

You brush your thumb lovingly over his beard, your tummy filled with nervous butterflies feeling him leaning into your touch. "It's just France, Benji," you move to cradle his face as he presses his forehead against yours, "not the other side of the world; you can always come visit me."

He gives you a watery smile. "Promise you won't fall for some hot French guy who makes smoking look cool?"

You giggle and wipe his cheeks. "Who needs a hot French guy when I've got myself a sexy English lad with questionable tattoos?"

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[football-and-fanfics]

England NT Inside Access, 28 March 2024

[dannyricsmirrorball]

everything is papaya? • ln4 part 1 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairings || lando norris x m.mount gf!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au

ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || y/n and mason have been together for three years, they’re the picture perfect couple. what happens when they get swept away by the world of formula 1 and a certain papaya driver?

alt. y/n is in love with her boyfriend, chelsea golden boy mason mount, but what happens when she meets another certain golden boy?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || cheating, reader is not the best person ever

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || title is inspired by colours by halsey if you couldn’t tell LOL i thought it was kinda funny like everything is blue (chelsea) but then papaya (mclaren) idk if it is tho hahah. also i know everyone wants p4 of tying the knot and i promise it is coming.

NOT PROOF READ

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yourusername you did it baby! world champs 💙

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username18 LIVE BLUE BLEED BLUE DIE BLUE

username82 obsessed w them

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masonmount we did it baby ❤️💙

masonmount my luckiest charm 😍

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username63 BEST WAG

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jazbenham 😘😍💙

username18 literally the cutest couple ever

username63 my parents fr

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yourusername bleed blue forever

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username13 i actually cant

username45 mase w kids 😭

username22 THE MATCHING FITS IN CHELSEA BLUE 🥹

cartiamallan 😍

username18 chelsea princess

username2 she’s the biggest chelsea and mason supporter 💙🥰

masonmount my favourite things all in one 🤩

⤷ yourusername 🥹

username17 this is a mason mount fanpage and i love it

chelsea our girl in blue 💙

username64 the only wag to ever exist

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yourusername little dump 🌷💐🌸

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username18 I HAVE JUST DIED

username63 dec and mase bts 🥹

username3 MUM AND DAD

username85 love her friendship w chilly and dec

benchilwell did me dirty mate

⤷ yourusername your best pic me thinks

username16 her photo dumps are always so iconic

masonmount in love with you

⤷ yourusername in love with YOU

⤷ declanrice gag

declanrice thanku for getting this photo of me and the loml… what’s ur name again???

⤷ yourusername permanent thirdwheel 😭

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masonmount f1 debut 🏎️

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username18 omg my worlds colliding

redbullracing great to have you mase 🙌

username83 need to know if he met any of the drivers

⤷ username14 he was w rbr so i think he met checo and max

declanrice 😍

landonorris great to meet ya mate 🤝

⤷ masonmount mega drive pal 👏

username27 OMG LANDO AND MASON??!

philfoden mega weekend

yourusername cutie

⤷ masonmount love u baby ❤️

mclaren our garage next time 🗣️

⤷ username72 YES PLEASE I NEED A LANDO MASON INTERACTION

username19 aww that selfie is so cute

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yourusername watched cars go vroom with my best friend ❤️🏎️

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philfoden aw thanks mate ur my best friend too 😍

⤷ yourusername love ya ronnie 😅

username87 omg they’re so stunning together

username4 she would make a perfect f1 wag

⤷ username73 too bad her and mase are never splitting 🤷‍♀️

masonmount the best time with you love

username17 omg lando liked??

⤷ username4 aw i hope he and mason+y/n actually hang out

username27 my queen at the monaco gp 😍

username74 immediately need y/n at every gp purely for the fitssss

declanrice he should wear a helmet every time he drives

⤷ yourusername agreed 😀

⤷ masonmount oh 😕

username16 the way he’s looking at her in the last slide 🥹

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maxfewtrell monaco 2022 🇲🇨

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username17 who’s the girl on lando’s right

⤷ username15 probs their friend lol?

username93 y/n liking?

⤷ username11 we are witnessing the merge of the mason mount circle and ln4 circle and i’m living for it

riabish fun times 💕

quadrant fresh 💚

username62 to be in monaco playing volleyball w landonorris and his mates

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ln4_updates lando is back in the uk after the monaco gp 🏎️

sources: landonorris ig story, maxfewtrell ig story

username17 yay finally back home

username73 awww quadrant reunion 🩷

username92 missed seeing lando w the team

username63 not for long LMFAO

username4 home for five seconds apparently 😭

username71 guess he was home for a layover 💀

username13 mans was back for all of 12 hours 😀

username02 i’m so confused what everyone means by not for long

⤷ username4 check the latest post

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lm4_updates lando seen with new mystery girl in croatia. many believe her to be the same girl from the photo previously posted by maxfewtrell. has our favourite papaya boy finally found love 🧡

username17 lando finally got a girl

username6 tough day for the ln4 girlies

username83 awww they look so cute

username01 he looks smitten!!!

username3 i refuse to believe that he has a girlfriend

username16 there goes my paradoxical relationship

username24 another gold digger

⤷ username7 stay mad he’s not gonna fuck u

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masonmount my baby 🩷

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username17 god i have seen what u have done for others

username83 somebody sedate me they’re so cute

declanrice whipped

yourusername mine 💖💘🤍💕💞💗

⤷ masonmount miss u sm baby come back 😕

⤷ yourusername 🥹 counting down the days masey 🩷

username62 THEYRE SO CUTE

username17 never met any couple as whipped for eachother as y/n and mason

⤷ benchilwell neither

username61 the it couple

username19 them being so cute in the comments i literally cant

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wagsworld BREAKING: y/n y/l/n photographed today with mystery guy in the balkans, all we know is that this is not y/l/n’s long term boyfriend and chelsea starboy mason mount… have the pair broken up? or is this a matter of infidelity?

username18 NO FUCKING WAY

username55 love is dead

username64 i can not see 👩‍🦯

username71 cheap slut. always knew she wasn’t good enough for him.

username16 I DONT BELIEVE IT

username1 NO FUCKING WAY

username92 no no no NOOOOO

username17 this is crazy but u know what’s even crazier… the fucking comments she left on his post?!?

⤷ username78 RIGHT? what level of psycho do u have to be to tell ur boyfriend u love and miss him so much and quote on quote ‘counting down the days’ whilst CHEATING ON HIM

username62 yk who else was spotted in the balkans with a mystery girl just yesterday…

⤷ username7 dead could u imagine lmao

⤷ username49 there’s no way tho

⤷ username72 is kinda random that they’re in croatia at the same time…

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wagsworld following cheating and break up rumours, it seems chelsea golden boy mason mount and model girlfriend y/n y/l/n have repaired their relationship.

according to sources close to the couple, the couple were not broken up and were in a good place. mount asked his girlfriend of 3 years if he knew the guy (see photos on our page), and if not, he didn’t want or need to know who it was. y/n says it was not someone either he or her knows, calling it the worst decision of her life.

username21 i knew mum and dad wouldn’t give up this easily!

username16 i’m sure there’s an explanation but the important thing is they are getting through it together 👏

username14 i’m gonna be real… y/n does not look like she could care less

⤷ username5 literally she’s like ‘ok yep soz cool’

username2 why does it look like mason is apologising when y/n is the one that cheated lol

username16 nah no way he’s taking her back

⤷ username26 don’t think they actually ever broke up

username7 bro is spineless

username18 i too would forgive my stunning supermodel gf even if she cheated on me

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masonmount always ❤️

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username18 this is so so cute

username52 crazy how she cheated and everyone just pretends it never happened

⤷ username28 it’s been 4 months get over it she obv regrets it and they’ve worked out everything

cartiamallan awww this is so sweet babe

judebellingham i made it into the dump! 😎

username16 the ones of mase are so 🥹

jackgrealish 🤘

england the gang is who we trust 🩵

sophiaaemelia ahhhh ily

masonmount film DUMP

masonmount love u baby

⤷ declanrice mwah 💋

⤷ yourusername oh…?

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usernams44 fave chelsea girl

ameliadimz friends!!!! 💕💕

⤷ yourusername get mase on csd so i can crash!

⤷ ameliadimz let’s just have our own date 😘

sophiaaemelia star girlllll

masonmount my girl 💙

username16 poor y/n always thirdwheeling mason and dec

⤷ benchilwill a struggle most of us face

⤷ yourusername it’s even worse when ur there mate 🤨🙄

username17 her game pics and fits are unbeatable

username62 once again may i say 🗣️ chelsea princess 🗣️

⤷ chelseafc louder for the people in the backkkk

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username17 mason’s biggest supporter 🤩

england 🗣️🗣️

masonmount yeah babyyyy

masonmount can u wear that everyday?

⤷ yourusername we’ll see how u go and if it brings u good luck then maybeeee

username47 her little england set WHAT 😭

username73 girl drop the link i NEED

jazbenham cutest 🌸

riabish 😍

⤷ username18 random?

username62 the most stunning wag

username5 RAHHHH 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🍻

declanrice lfg mate but was the second pic necessary

⤷ yourusername just jealous aren’t ya dec?

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masonmount proper thanks to mclaren for this amazing opportunity. so so very cool to finally meet landonorris (properly), doing big things mate 🧡

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masonmount also look how cute my baby looks 😍

⤷ yourusername you’re so cute baby 💖

username17 TECTONIC PLATES SHIFTED

username4 my worlds colliding omfg

username91 big day for annoying people (me)

username67 mans cant go anywhere without his emotional support girlfriend

username62 y/n and mase are literally attached at the hip

mclaren so great to have u champ 🧡

declanrice formula 1 lad

landonorris cheers mate, mega time 🧡

⤷ username62 NOT OKAY

⤷ username72 scremainf xrying theiwing up

⤷ username17 THEY CANT JUST SPRING THIS ONTO US

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landonorris mega day at the factory with this champ in the house 🧡 we’re rooting for ya 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

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username17 i will never shut up abt this

username63 big win for the lando mason girlies

masonmount great day brother 💙

username72 obsessedddd

username16 f1 and football’s certified pretty boys

username8 need the vids from today

mclaren 🧡🧡

chelseafc love to see it 🤩

username37 need them to become best friends IMMEDIATELY

maxfewtrell 😶

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yourusername on the green ⛳️

declanrice acting like you didn’t get absolutely trashed

⤷ yourusername omg fight back?!? masonmount

⤷ masonmount he’s not wrong love

 ⤷ yourusername third wheel in my own relationship smh

username17 awww they went golfing how cute

username64 i love that y/n always goes golfing w mase even tho she finds it so boring bc she said that being w him makes it fun

masonmount my fave caddie ❤️

⤷ yourusername foreverrrr

landonorris what’s ur handicap? 😳

⤷ yourusername 😶😬🫨

⤷ username55 lando y/n bestie agendaaaaa

⤷ username13 this also reaffirms my mason lando bff agenda

lilymhe we should play!

⤷ yourusername OMG YES 💖 but for both our sakes maybe we should just hit the town instead 😬

⤷ username18 ummmm WHAT??

⤷ username6 lily and y/n are friends…? since when?!?

⤷ username83 the lore is going crazy

⤷ alex_albon yeah if she’s as bad as last time i think that’s a good idea too

⤷ yourusername wounded

⤷ masonmount when did u guys play? 🤣😅

⤷ username36 😶🫨

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username15 so so proud of the boys 🫶

username54 this post is so sweet

declanrice family 🩵

username16 the second pic 🤣

username46 i love her relationship w the boys so much like mase isn’t even in the third pic but she’s just that close w everyone

jazbenham 💖💖

england big moves 💙🤍

username26 tough loss but mega plays throughout the cup

masonmount i love you i love you i love you x100000

⤷ yourusername so proud of you love 💗 a million kisses for u 💋

username35 fave wag fave team

judebellingham love ya y/n/n 💙

benchilwell just the start

⤷ yourusername so proud chilly 🤍

username72 mason mount w kids p273636 makes me explode every time

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yourusername monaco you beaut 🥂

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username16 all hail y/n y/m/n y/l/n

username72 slowly becoming queen of the paddock as well

username19 i am FLOORED

username82 holy ferrari red

username18 omg above lando’s garage? so cute

⤷ username47 fueling my lando mason besties truthhh

username79 is mason going to man united??

username17 THE LANDO AND MASON PICCC

masonmount the most beautiful girl in the world ❤️

username71 people died

riabish pretty gal 💕

landonorris big ln4 fan?

⤷ yourusername huge

cartiamallan we are going to monte-carlooooo

⤷ yourusername but what abt our crap tour?! 😉

username12 were her and mase not w redbull tho? why is she at the mclaren garage lol

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masonmount thank you redbullracing for this amazing opportunity! had the best time with the best people.

congrats on the win maxverstappen1, and big shout out to landonorris - mega proud 🧡

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username17 the pic of y/n he’s fr her biggest fan 🥹

username47 i just keep winningggg

username88 and the lando mason universe expands

yourusername 🩷

benchilwill great time mate

declanrice yes max family good??

username71 are u going to man u?

redbullracing 💙

landonorris great to see ya mate 💚🧡

username16 TRAITOR

username72 the last photo I HAVE DIED

username14 “chelsea is my blood” rumours better not be true mate or u have another thing coming

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ln4_updates new couple alert? model y/n y/l/n, notably football star mason mount’s longtime girlfriend, has been spotted with lando a handful of times in the past couple of days following the monaco grand prix (which both mount and y/l/n attended together). y/n and mason’s recent posts don’t allude to any break up or fallout but rather affirm their ‘strong’ relationship. is this a mere friendship or is there something else going on here…?

username4 welp wouldn’t be the first time…

username71 no fucking way

username8 lando and mason are literally friends. he was probs with them or going to meet up with them in all of these.

username62 not again 🤦‍♀️

username37 yk what they say. once a cheater…

username18 or maybe just MAYBE they’re fucking friends?

username27 this makes a lot of sense tho

username62 not her literally hanging out w lando and his friends while on holiday w her BOYFRIEND

username26 no way she’s doing this to him while he’s going through all the chelsea man u shit

username2 my man has ENOUGH going wrong for him already

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yourusername you’ll always be my babyyyyy

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username18 parents fr

username73 they’re beating the cheating and broken up allegations!!!

username1 girl-

masonmount my girl ❤️

⤷ yourusername forever 🥰

username72 not y/n trying to save her ass from the cheating allegations 😭

⤷ username13 well she obv didn’t bc her and mase are still together

declanrice sickening but cute

lilymhe cuteeee

⤷ yourusername 😘

⤷ username17 THEYRE FRIENDS??

username62 icl they’re so cute even if she did cheat

username17 the orange flowers tho HAHAHA

ig stories - yourusername, landonorris

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masonmount forever yours. forever mine.

tagged yourusername

username7 when we go crashing down we come back everytime!

username62 beating the cheating allegations!!

username73 best couple

username12 she’s chelsea princess FRRRR

⤷ username3 repping the blue even at tennis matches 😭

⤷ username8 wonder how she’s gonna take his move

⤷ username92 he ain’t moving!

yourusername my love ❤️

username4 i cant believe we thought hey were over

username91 the legendary miss y/n y/l/n and the unstoppable mason mount

username82 modern day posh and becks fr

username53 they’re forever 🩷

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f1.wags BREAKING: y/n y/l/n and lando norris spotted getting close in spain just days after denying cheating rumours. wonder what y/n’s boyriend, chelsea wonder boy mason mount, thinks about this…

part 2 coming x

[httpsuniverse]

mr lover [ ben chilwell ]

— right where you left lover girl sequel, this takes place two years later!

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — ben chilwell x singer!reader . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °.   *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — romance, mentions pregnancy, google translated french . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °.   *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ clearing my drafts again 😵‍💫 if you ask me, i’m obsessed with singer!reader fics lol

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

benchilwell

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benchilwell family time

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user am i reading this right ?? ‘family’ time ??

user his dog clinging to y/n is the cutest thing ever

user they’re such dog parents 😭

yourusername my babyyy my babyyy

benchilwell which one?

yourusername one of you will be in a lot of pain if i say who

benchilwell 🙄

yourusername

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yourusername look at me, i am the favourite hooman now.

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user not y/n quoting from captain phillips 😭

benchilwell once i get back home, i will take my title back

yourusername NONSENSE! you cannot dethrone the current favourite hooman

user y/n saying hooman instead of human 😭 that’s so dog momma of her

yourusername i birthed this child

benchilwell huh

yourusername huh

user pls he looks so comfy on y/n’s lap, he’s obviously not a lap dog

yourusername if he fits, he sits

user agreed 🤝

user why did all this time i thought y/n was a cat person

user she literally loves any kind of animal 😭 she adopted a ferret when she was a kid

yourusername omg !! mr fuzzy wuzzy was my childhood pet 🥹 maybe i should adopt another ferret

benchilwell what? no way

yourusername heheheheheheheeh

benchilwell

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benchilwell home is where the heart is.

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yourusername but god i love the english

benchilwell you know i love a london boy

yourusername 🫣🫣

user ben at this point, you really are the extra hooman

benchilwell i cant blame him

yourusername i told you i birthed this dog

benchilwell 😂

yourprivate

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yourprivate hehe oops

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mikaspriv what the fuck is this how i find out ?!?!?!!

yourprivate heheheheheheheeheh

mikaspriv IM PACKING MY BAGS AND HOPPING ON THE NEXT PLANE

benspriv little chilly 🔜

masonspriv i never wouldve known if i hadnt opened this account

reecespriv me too mate

christiansprivme three

jackspriv me four

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benspriv what

yourusername and benchilwell

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yourusername we’re getting him a human in a few months 🙈

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benchilwell babe i thought we already agreed what the caption will be

yourusername mines funnier

benchilwell 🙄

masonmount who thought that covering his eyes would be cute

yourusername mine. do you have any problem with that? 😀

masonmount i don’t maam, it’s a great idea, very very cute!

user this is the cutest announcement 😭

user as a fellow dog mummy, i approve of this post!

weratedogs 100/10 for being such a good boy and will be the goodest big brother!

user as a y/n fan since debut, i feel OLD (we’re the same age)

yourusername omg since debut album?!?!?! 😳 we have to meet like RIGHT NOW

user y/n went from writing how she’s stuck in the past, to loving herself and loving a new person 🥹 now she’s probably gonna write something about her baby ... just thinking about it rn makes me emotional

— ❤️ by yourusername

england congratulations benchilwell and yourusername! 🤍

chelseafc shall we make a onesie for baby chilwell?

yourusername omg YES PLEASE

benchilwell 🤦🏻‍♂️

yourusername JUST IMAGINE HOW CUTE OUR BABY WILL BE ON THAT ONESIE

benchilwell

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benchilwell eleanor chilwell is here 🩷👨🏻‍🍼 you did good mama, i’m proud and grateful to you, yourusername. i love you both

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yourusername thank you dada, we love you too 🩷

yourusername

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yourusername the happiest i’ve ever been 🩷 merci pour tout mon benji. je t'aime toi et eleanor de tout mon coeur. (thank you for everything, my benji. i love you and eleanor with all my heart)

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benchilwell 🩷🩷

user several chapters missed but i’m glad to see you so happy y/n 🥹

user i was surprised when they announced she was pregnant, bit i was more surprised to know that they’re married now 😭

user the hand placements of ben 😭

user i’m so alone yall

user AAA y/n 🥺

user literally went from being dog parents to real parents 🥺🩷

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ─────────────────

yourusername and benchilwell

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yourusername darling, don’t you ever grow up... just stay this little. happy birthday my sweet eleanor🩷 mama (with the help of dada) wrote a song for you baby, me and dada loves you sooo much. never grow up out now ✨

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benchilwell growing up too fast, my ellie bear 🥲

user ellie bear... 😭 bens such a girl dad

user stopp im emo im not even a parent

user omg eleanor looks so cute!!

user milks expensive, im too young to be a mum

user my daily mantra every time i see ben or y/n post eleanor

user they have a little ballerina 🥺

user 4 years old already? 😭 time really flew by omg

yourusername i know right 🥺

user y/n and her happy ending 🥺 CURRENTLY TAKING A BATH WITH MY TOASTER RN

[sunny44]

We don’t like it

Pairing: Dad!Mason Mount x wife!reader

Warnings: nothing I guess

Summary: Where Mason’s wife and daughter didn’t like when he shaved his beard.

Today I decided to do something I didn’t do for a long e time.

Shave my beard.

I’ve always been proud of my beard, It was my personal signature and something he'd nurtured for years.

The thick, well-groomed facial hair had become an integral part of him. Yet, there was one recurring scenario that made me hesitate every time I think of shaving it off - my wife and daughter reaction.

So today as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, razor in my hand, I couldn't help but wonder how the girl’s would react to this. My wife, Y/n, was undoubtedly the most vocal critic.

She claimed that it made me look hot and super attractive so she obviously didn’t like when I shave.

As the shaving foam covered my beard, I remembered the countless times my wife had protest when she sees me without the beard.

My daughter also didn’t like me without it but it was annoying me so much that I could wait any longer to shave it off.

But I had been contemplating this change for a while now. I knew my wife and daughter would initially be surprised, maybe even upset. However, I also believed they would eventually adjust to me with a clean face.

With a deep breath, I began to shave. As the beard disappeared bit by bit, I caught glimpses of my face that I didn’t even remember how it looked since I was with this beard for months.

Once I finished, I examined my clean-shaven face in the mirror and It felt strange, almost as if I had lost a part of myself but it was also liberating in a way I hadn't anticipated.

When I walked into the living room, I was met with a mixed reaction.

My daughter chocked, not sure how to react to this sudden change in her dad's appearance. But my wife, on the other hand, looked surprised but then broke into a smile.

"Wow, you look so different!" she exclaimed.

My daughter Lily got out of my wife’s lap, after a moment of uncertainty she came running to me and I took her in my lap and she began to run her little hands over my face, feeling my face without the beard but with a look of curiosity.

“I don’t like it.” She says after taking of her hand of my face and my wife started laughing.

“What, why?”

“I just don’t like it daddy.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know.”

“And what about you babe?”

“Well I didn’t like it either.” She says coming towards us. “You look hot, don’t get me wrong but nothing looks better on you than the beard. And you look so young that people may think your under 18.”

“Oh come on, I don’t look that young.”

“Yes you do Mase, your face used to look like this when we met 7 years.”

“I don’t look like I have 18.”

“Yes you do and you know that.”

“I’ll remember not to shave next time since my two girls hate me.” I said being dramatic and Y/n laughs while my daughter looks scared.

“No, I don’t hate you daddy.” She’s says hugging me tight.

“I know you don’t baby and I love you for that.” I kissed her cheek.

“Well don’t shave it next time please.”

“Yes daddy.” Sebe agree with her mom.

“Okay girls I won’t.” I kissed my wife and we sat on the sofa to watch a movie.

Bonus scene!

Masonmount Instagram stories

“My girls didn’t like me without the beard.”

[sl0wdiver]

The Footyblr Political Matrix

Welcome to the thing that has consumed my life for the last few months. I've decided to plot every footballer and manager this site loses their shit for on a political matrix.

Not a political spectrum - I really can't be arsed to guess their left/right leanings. Instead, we have a matrix, measuring:

Political Ideation (vertical axis) - How do they see the world? Do they have good ideas or bad ideas?

and

Political Intelligence (horizontal axis) - Do they have a clue what's going on? Could they make an argument for anything?

These judgments are based on their actions both on and off the pitch.

Disclaimer

This document is the result of years of careful, thorough analysis. It is 208% accurate. If you disagree with it, cope. I have a degree in Politics. The position of your favs on here does not affect you.

A lot of women's football players are left out of this as I don't want to pit them against men. The ones that are on there are there for a good time!

Best viewed on desktop!

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Edits 05/03/24: amended Bounou's description to say "Emerging Arabian figurehead"

[20-th-centurygirl]

suprise

ben chilwell x fem!reader

summary: everyone thinks your Mason's girlfriend but they're in for a suprise

a/n: another ben fic yay!!!

masterlist

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

yourusername

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yourusername: date night ❤️🌹

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masonmount: wonder who that is 🤨

yourusername: it's a mystery

user268: her and mason are 100% dating

user27: yess it's not just me who thinks this

mas0nm0unt: they'd be so cute together 🥹

chelseafan1: am i the only one who thinks hes actually Ben chilwell?? look at his hand tattoo

user19: yeah it looks like a 21

user25: wait ur onto something

user9876: and that's why Mason's always in her comments

benchilwell

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benchilwell: bts

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masonmount: who's that girl

benchilwell: ur mum

user173: y/n and ben confirmed ???

user193: has he got a new gf

user329: he's so cute omg

user195: who's the girl

yourusername

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yourusername: been very spoilt lately 🤭🫶🏻

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masonmount: spoilt by who??

yourusername: you might know him 🤭

benchilwell: nice flowers

yourusername: they're from my luverr

user202: wait those flowers are the same as that girl on Ben's insta !!

yourusername

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yourusername: soft launch who? @benchilwell

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masonmount: my best kept secret

yourusername: don't think so

user032: called it

user: they're so hot

yourbestfriend: y/n as a wag confirmed

benchilwell

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benchilwell: ❤️ @.yourusername

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yourusername: love you 🫶🏻

benchilwell: love you too angel 🫶🏻

masonmount: pretty sure she's my girlfriend actually

benchilwell: funny one mate

yourusername: only in secret 🤭

benchilwell: since when??

yourusername: since forever 😘😘

user79: i knew it

user22: they're so cute omg

user383: the way he looks at her !!!

[chelseachilly]

falling for you

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: as a reporter for chelsea and england, you and ben have always been friendly - and sometimes a bit flirty - but you never imagined a fluke injury while filming a youtube video could lead to something more warnings: mentions of minor injury, mainly just fluff ☺️ word count: 6.4k

author's note: hope you like this one! it was a lot of fun to write and definitely my longest one-shot yet hahah. fc is olivia buzalgo obviously lol

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As a reporter for both the England national team and Chelsea, you’ve always tried your best to remain professional and not show favouritism towards any of the players.

For the most part, this hasn’t been an issue. While you do spend a lot of your time with incredibly fit guys around your age, they’ve never been anything other than colleagues or, at the most, friends.

Except for Ben Chilwell. 

He had been on your radar professionally for some time before you met, as he was an up and coming talent at Leicester and for England. You always thought he was good looking when you watched him play on television, but you didn’t really know much about him.

It wasn’t until he signed for Chelsea in the summer of 2020 that things changed.

You were tasked with conducting Ben’s first interview for the club, and the two of you hit it off immediately. You felt like you had known him your whole life within the hour you spent together in a small room at Cobham, chatting about his career and his goals at Chelsea. 

You also learned quickly that Ben wasn’t just attractive - there was something magnetic about him. You felt instantly at ease around him, yet he also made your heart rate triple with a quick smile as you passed in the hallway or a glance in your direction while he’s on the pitch.

While you would never dream of pursuing him, partly because it’s unprofessional and partly because there’s no way he feels the same way, the connection between you two hasn’t exactly gone unnoticed. 

Every time you post an Instagram story of you working with Ben or a video of you interviewing him is released, the comments and replies are flooded with fans speculating about whether you two are dating. You always feel a bit embarrassed, wondering if he’s seeing these responses too, but you continue to post the content for two reasons:

One, because your content with Ben always performs the best, meaning your bosses are always encouraging more of it;

And two, because you’re super into him and you’ll take any excuse to work with or spend time with him.

So, despite all the speculation, you continue to post pics with Ben whenever you’re working together, and the occasional borderline-flirty comments he leaves certainly don’t help matters. 

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liked by benchilwell, masonmount and others yourusername Always a pleasure with the best left-back in the league @benchilwell ☺️ view all comments benchilwell High praise from the best reporter in the game 😉 chelsfan1 ooh i think chilly has a crush on y/n benfan2 they are never beating the secretly dating allegations 🤨

The seemingly flirty comments he sometimes makes in person don’t help matters, either - certainly not for your growing crush on him. You find yourself both looking forward to and dreading every opportunity to film something with him, loving every minute of your time with him but wishing deep down that it could lead to something more. 

You’ve hung out a bit outside of work, too, sometimes grabbing something to eat after a shoot or partying together after Chelsea have won a big game. You’re friends, but that’s all you are. You’re painfully reminded of that every time you read about the latest gorgeous model he’s dating. 

That doesn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat when your boss emails you your next assignment, a video with Ben and Conor. They’re two of your closest friends on the team, so it should be a dream day of work for you to film a silly video with them for the club’s socials, but you’re more nervous than usual. 

Ben’s been a little bit flirtier than usual lately, bringing you coffee when you’re working at Cobham and sending you funny TikToks throughout the day. You’re not reading too much into it, but it’s definitely going to make it harder for you to ignore your feelings for him.

But you’ll at least have Conor and the camera crew there, so it won’t be that bad. You hope.

You arrive at Cobham bright and early that day, already dressed and having done your own makeup as per usual for a shoot like this. You meet up with the cameraman, Brian, who you frequently work with, to go over the plan.

“You nervous?” Brian asks when you walk into the office, a small smirk on his face. 

You can feel your face go pale and your eyes widen. “What? Wh-why would I be nervous?”

“Because of the shoot,” Brian says blankly, raising an eyebrow at you. “You know, how you were saying you’re awful at football…”

Ah, yes. The normal reason for you to be nervous. 

Truthfully, your mind has been so taken up with thoughts of seeing Ben that you haven’t worried too much about the video itself. The premise is that the boys will demonstrate some football skills and you’re supposed to try to replicate them. You’re hardly a footballer, so it’s really just meant to be lighthearted, funny content for fans who like your dynamic with the boys. 

“Oh, right,” you say with a small laugh. “I’m sure it won’t be too bad. How hard can it be?”

Brian just laughs, ignoring your slightly odd behaviour from before. “Yeah, you’ll be fine.”

A little while later, you make your way out to the training pitch where you’re meeting the guys, and you smile when you see Ben has shown up early and is kicking the ball around and scrolling on his phone. He stops and smiles when he sees you approaching.

“Y/N, hey!” he exclaims, pulling you into a quick hug. “You alright?”

“Hey, Ben,” you reply, in a bit of a trance as you pull back from the hug. “I’m good. How are you?”

“Great,” Ben grins. “You ready to learn a few things?” 

“Oh, yeah, it’s not every day that I get a free football lesson from the stars of Chelsea FC,” you tease. 

“Yeah, you basically won the lotto,” Ben chuckles.

You raise an eyebrow with a smirk. “You’re comparing a morning with you to winning the lottery?”

Before your banter can continue, you see Conor and the rest of the video crew approaching and you’re brought back to reality - in which Ben is your coworker, not your boyfriend, and you have a job to do. 

You quickly hug Conor hello and chat for a minute while the guys set up the filming equipment. You can tell they’re in high spirits from the recent winning streak they’ve been on, making the atmosphere around Cobham better all around. 

Once it’s time to get started, you get into position and begin your intro, explaining the premise of the video. 

You start off with some easier skills, watching Ben and Conor demonstrate before attempting them yourself. You’re definitely not a professional, but you played a bit as a kid, so you can handle a few kick ups and headers. 

As things start to get a bit more complicated, you’re definitely struggling more, but the boys are very sweet and encouraging. Honestly, you’re not too concerned with showcasing your abilities - it’s just a funny video, and it’s part of the job. You don’t think any of the fans are expecting you to be the next Leah Williamson or something, but you still try your best for the sake of the challenge. 

The final skill you have to do is a bit of a trickier one, a crossover. Ben shows you how to do it with ease, obviously, before encouraging you to give it a go. 

After a couple failed attempts that you hope the video editor cuts out, you finally manage one, and both Ben and Conor cheer for you like you just won the Champions League.

“You’re a pro, Y/N,” Ben grins. “Wanna go again?”

With a sudden boost of confidence, you nod, and Ben kicks the ball back to you. You kick it up a few times and meet Ben’s gaze with a small smile before jumping up and swinging your leg around the ball again. 

Only this time, instead of landing perfectly on your feet, you land directly on the side of your left ankle and fall over.

There’s a shooting pain up your leg, but that’s overshadowed by the immediate embarrassment you’re feeling. The moment you catch your breath and sit up, Ben is already at your side with his hand on your upper back, asking if you’re okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you insist, before you’ve even had time to assess if that’s true. “Just give me a sec and we can keep going, sorry guys.”

“Are you sure?” Brian asks, setting his camera down on the tripod after he stopped filming. “It looked like you twisted your ankle pretty bad.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” you say, though the pain has begun to settle in and it definitely doesn’t feel like nothing. “Ben, can you help me up?”

Ben looks hesitant, his eyes flitting from your ankle back up to your face, but he nods and grabs both your hands to help lift you to your feet. 

You’re determined to soldier on and finish the video with minimal humiliation, but the moment you put the slightest bit of weight on your left foot, you wince sharply and feel tears begin to brim in your eyes. 

Ben immediately catches you and carefully lowers you back to the ground, keeping a hand on your back.

“Y/N, you’re hurt,” Ben says, eyes full of concern. “It’s your ankle?”

You nod, afraid that if you speak, your voice will tremble from the pain.

“We should take her to one of the physios to get it looked at,” Conor suggests. 

“I’m sure they have more important things to deal with,” you mumble, feeling a bit more grounded by the way Ben is gently rubbing your back, giving you something other than the pain to focus on. 

“Not really, we don’t have training today so most of the boys aren’t even here,” Ben assures you. “I’ll take you there now.”

You’re about to ask how you’re going to get all the way up to the physio offices if you can’t even stand, but you don’t have to wonder for long before Ben is carefully slipping his arm under your knees.

You let out a small gasp as you’re swept off your feet, suddenly finding yourself in Ben’s arms. 

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks quickly, misinterpreting your surprise for pain.

“No, I’m good,” you say quietly. Despite the shooting pain, this is partially true - how could you not be good when you’re currently being carried bridal style by the guy you’ve had a crush on for years. 

“Sorry, guys,” you say to Conor and the crew. “Maybe once they look at my ankle we can continue-“

“There’s no way you’re walking on that today, and we have enough content for the video,” Brian tells you. “Go get checked out and let us know how you’re feeling, alright?” 

“I will,” you smile. “Thanks.”

“Good to go?” Ben asks you, and you nod. 

You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you with ease up to the physio department, feeling strangely comfortable in this position you never expected to be in. You love the feeling of being in his arms, how safe and protected you feel even in your vulnerable state. 

Once you arrive at the physio rooms, Ben sets you down gently on one of the beds and runs to grab someone. He returns moments later with Billy, who you’ve met a few times around the club. He’s a kind man who you know is particularly close with many of the players, including Ben.

“Hi there, Y/N, let’s take a look at that ankle,” he says gently. “Ben, mind grabbing some ice?”

“Of course.”

Ben goes over to the freezer and grabs a bag of ice while Billy carefully removes your shoe and sock, the action alone making tears form in your eyes once again. 

“Let’s ice it for a few minutes first,” Billy suggests after seeing the state of your rapidly swelling ankle. “I’ll go get you something for the pain.”

After he takes the ice pack from Ben and gently places it on your foot, relieving the throbbing a little bit, Billy leaves the room. Ben pulls up a chair next to you and lightly touches your arm. 

“You doing alright? That looks like a bad one,” Ben says, his voice impossibly even softer than before as he sees the pain you’re experiencing.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You sigh, shaking your head. “I’m just so humiliated, to be honest. Leave it to me to injure myself on video, and in front of my coworkers and two professional footballers.” 

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, love, that could’ve happened to anyone,” Ben insists, making your heart jump at the tender nickname. “It’s my fault, I encouraged you to go again. I’m so sorry you got hurt, I feel awful.”

“No, Ben, absolutely not,” you say quickly. “It was just a dumb accident. I think I got a bit too confident in my football abilities.”

“Well, you were doing great,” he smiles. “I think the fans will love the video. Just like everything else you do.”

You’re grateful that Billy walks back in right in that moment, both because of the pain meds he has for you and because it diverts Ben’s attention from your now flushed cheeks. 

As Billy begins your assessment, you turn back to Ben.

“You really don’t have to stay, I’m sure you have better things to do with the rest of your day.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N, I’m not going anywhere,” Ben says definitively. 

You’re sure you’re blushing again, but it’s quickly overshadowed by your grimacing in pain as Billy gently rotates and palpates your foot. Ben’s presence calms you down massively as Billy runs some tests to determine the extent of your injury.

After it’s determined that it’s just a bad sprain, Billy puts you in a boot and gives you crutches to get around for the next few days. He says to go for an x-ray if it doesn’t improve in the next two weeks, but that you should be walking fine by then. 

Once you’re cleared to leave, Ben offers to grab your stuff from the media team offices as you rack your brain to think about how you’re going to get both yourself and your car home. 

He returns with your bag slung over his shoulder and another gentle, heartwarming, completely irresistible smile on his face. 

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I just need to call my parents and see when they’ll be able to make it,” you tell him. “It might be a while, but I’m fine to wait here. I’ve already taken up way too much of your time.”

Ben just furrows his eyebrows. “Don’t your parents live in North London?”

You just blink at him for a second, completely surprised that he remembers this detail you hardly remember sharing with him, before nodding.

“That could take hours with traffic, I’ll just take you,” he insists.

“That’s really nice, Ben, but I also have to get my car home somehow.”

“So I’ll drive you home in your car, then Uber back to get mine later,” he says nonchalantly. 

“Ben-“

“Please just let me do this, Y/N,” Ben pleads. “I swear it’s no trouble.“

After a moment of deliberation, you find yourself agreeing with him. It could take hours for your parents to get here, and you’re really looking forward to being home on your couch after the day you’ve had.

He helps you down to the car park, matching your slow pace and opening all the doors for you, and then helps you get into the passenger seat of your car. You feel mildly embarrassed that he has to drive your tiny little vehicle that probably cost only a fraction of his weekly pay, but he immediately tells you how nice it is and cracks a joke about how much cleaner it is than his own, putting you at ease. 

You play some music while he drives, chatting about some of the recent changes at the club as you give him directions to your flat. About halfway there, you notice how his phone that he placed in the drink holder between you is incessantly buzzing.

“Do you need to get that?” 

“No, it’s alright,” Ben shrugs. “Probably just the boys. I was supposed to go to my mate’s house after we wrapped up, but I’ll text them and explain. He won’t mind.”

You instantly feel terrible for keeping him from hanging out with his friends on a rare day off from training. 

“Ben, I-“

“Y/N, it’s really no big deal,” he says, looking over at you now that you’re stopped at a red light. “They’re not going to care that I bailed on playing FIFA to help my injured friend.“

You nod and smile at him, holding his gaze until the light turns green and the person behind you is honking at you to drive.

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The next few days pass fairly uneventfully as you’re laid up on your couch icing your ankle and watching Netflix. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have any in-person work commitments this week, and you’re able to do some prep for next week’s interviews from the comfort of your own home. 

Although the injury is certainly a disruption to your routine, the most significant change is the sheer amount of attention you’ve been receiving from Ben ever since.

After he helped you get home and learned that your flatmate is on holiday for two weeks and you would be home all alone, he insisted on staying and making you something to eat. He only left once he was confident that you were comfortable and had everything you needed. 

Since then, he’s texted you way more than he ever has before, constantly checking in and asking if you need anything. As much as you would love for him to come over every day and watch movies or have dinner with you, you have a nagging feeling that he just feels guilty about your injury. You like him so much, even more so for how sweet and attentive he’s being, but you don’t want to take advantage of that kindness.

After the third day of being bored at home, though, you’re starting to go a little stir crazy, and it’s hard to resist when Ben texts you. 

True to his word, Ben shows up at 5:45 with Nando’s for both of you, having remembered your order from one time you went together after an interview he did for Sky. 

After teasing him during dinner for never having finished the films, you decide to watch the fourth Harry Potter movie, Ben helping you settle in on the couch with your leg up before sitting right next to you. 

As time passes, he gets progressively closer to you, until his arm is resting on the back of the sofa. He’s not quite touching you, but after he selects the next film, silently looking at you to see if you want him to stay, you feel a bit braver. After nodding with a smile, prompting Ben to hit play and settle back into the cushions, you shift slightly closer to him and lean into his body. 

“You’re warm,” you say, suddenly feeling the need to justify your closeness when you feel his muscles tense slightly.

When you feel him shift away from you, you’re completely humiliated for misreading the situation. What on earth were you thinking trying to cuddle with him? You don’t cuddle with your other friends.

But these thoughts are quickly shut down as Ben grabs the blanket from the opposite end of the couch and drapes it over both of you, then raises his arm to invite you to lean back into him with a smile on his face. 

You hesitate only a moment before curling back up to him, your head now resting on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you. 

You’re so comfortable and at ease in this position, despite it being completely new and a bit terrifying, that you can feel yourself drifting off less than halfway through the movie. You swear you feel Ben press a kiss to your forehead, but you’re not sure if it’s real or you’re already dreaming.

When you wake up again, the credits are rolling and Ben is half-asleep with his head resting on top of yours. 

“Sorry I fell asleep,” you murmur with a small yawn, reluctantly extracting yourself from his embrace. 

“It’s okay, you needed the rest,” Ben says softly, his voice a bit gravelly from lack of use.

God, you want to kiss him so bad. 

“It’s late, do you have training in the morning?” you ask.

“Yeah, at nine,” Ben confirms. “So I suppose I should get going. Do you need anything before I do?”

“No, thank you, though,” you say. “For everything, Ben. You’ve been so amazing, I really cant thank you enough.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Ben says softly, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “You’ve always been so nice and supportive when I was injured, whether you’re interviewing me about it or we’re just chatting privately, and I don’t think I ever told you how much I appreciate that. How much I appreciate you.”

Your cheeks are growing hotter as you hold his gaze, his bright blue eyes staring into yours with a new kind of intensity you’ve never seen before. 

As much as you desperately want to lean in and press your lips to his, or even tell him how you feel, you’ve grown to treasure your connection with him too much to risk anything. You have to be sure. 

“You’re welcome, Ben,” you say. “I’m glad I could help. I’ve always hated seeing you go through that.”

Ben nods, squeezing your hand once more before letting go.

“I’ll text you tomorrow, keep taking it easy and feel free to call me if there’s anything you need. At all.”

“Thanks,” you say once again, rising and grabbing your crutches to walk him out and so you can lock the door behind him. “I’ll be okay. But I will probably have to miss the game on Sunday, not sure I’ll be up for the journey to Newcastle.” 

You hate missing Chelsea games, whether they’re home or away, but even if you secure a spot on the team jet and you have a comfy spot in one of the boxes, it would be a lot to navigate on crutches. 

“Of course, we’ll all miss seeing you, though,” Ben says. “Won’t feel right doing the interview with someone else after we win.”

“I love the confidence, but you speak with other interviewers all the time,” you tease him gently. 

“Yeah, and I always wish they were you,” he admits as he slides his shoes on. “Good night, love.”

He steps forward, cupping your face and pressing another kiss to your forehead - this one definitely not a dream - but pulls back much too quickly for your liking. 

“Good night, Ben,” you’re barely able to choke out, your heart rate nearly triple its usual pace.

The moment he’s gone, you crutch back over to the sofa and flop down, letting out a long exhale. 

Surely, he would’ve kissed you when he had the chance if he fancied you, right?

But, at the same time, no matter how nice of a person he is or how much he treasures your friendship, you doubt he would spend his whole evening cuddling with you if he didn’t want to. 

As you settle in and press play on yet another movie - the perks of not having work in the morning - you try to put all thoughts of Ben out of your mind. This proves difficult, considering the blanket you’re using still smells a bit like his cologne, and because you haven’t really stopped thinking about him since the day you met. 

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The next week, after Chelsea defeat Newcastle 3-1 with a spectacular assist from Ben that you really wish you could’ve seen in person, you’re back at work. 

You’re doing an interview with Pochettino this afternoon to talk about the win and how the season is turning around, which is a great opportunity for you, career-wise.

You just wish that it hadn’t happened on a day when you’re still hobbling around in a boot and Brian is stuck in traffic, meaning you have to set up for the interview yourself. Thankfully, you’re no longer on crutches, but by the second trip down the stairs from the media office to the room where you’re doing the interview, your ankle is really starting to protest all the walking.

Just as you’re taking a break in the middle of the stairwell, propping the tripod you were carrying up against the wall and taking a seat, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching and mentally prepare yourself to explain what you’re doing just chilling on the stairs.

“Y/N!”

The sound of the familiar voice calling your name relaxes you a bit, your shoulders slumping as you see the same smile that has been imprinted in your brain for the past week. 

“Someone told me you were in today but I couldn’t find you in the media office,” he says, the smile on his face fading as he notes your slightly pained expression. “Are you alright, love?”

Since your injury, he’s called you “love” more times than you can ever recall him saying to anyone before, making your stomach fill with butterflies every time. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you insist. “Just…taking a break.”

Ben narrows his eyes, and you know you aren’t fooling him, as much as you don’t want any more pity or guilty looks from him. 

“In the stairwell? Wait - you aren’t carrying equipment yourself, are you? Y/N-“

“Brian’s stuck in traffic, and I’m interviewing Poch in an hour. I’m not going to waste his time because we were late to set up.”

“Y/N, there’s no way I’m letting you carry anything else down these stairs,” Ben says seriously, reaching out to carry the tripod under one arm and offering you a hand with the other. 

You take his hand and let him pull you to your feet, but you still can’t help but protest.

“Don’t you have training right now?”

“Nah, just finished,” he says, beginning to walk down the stairs and keeping a hand hovering behind your back as if he’s afraid you’ll topple over. “We have a break for lunch now before we hit the gym.”

“But-“

“I’ll have plenty of time to help you and eat,” Ben says, now countering your arguments for accepting help before you can even make them. 

Once you get down to the room of the interview, Ben insists you sit down and elevate your leg while he grabs the rest of the stuff. On his final trip, he comes back with your folder of notes in one hand and a bag with lunch and drinks for both of you in the other. 

You don’t know how he keeps continuing to surprise you with his sweet gestures, but somehow he’s one-upped himself yet again. You sit on the floor and eat the sandwiches he grabbed from the cafeteria together while he helps you review your talking points for the interview. 

He doesn’t get up to leave until Brian arrives to finish setting up, ensuring that someone will be there to prevent you from doing any more physical labour.

“Can I give you a ride home today?” Ben offers as he helps you up off the floor. “You still can’t drive with that on, right?”

You glance down at the cumbersome boot. Unfortunately, you did injure your driving foot, which means you had to get an Uber here today. You’re about to tell him you can get another one home, not wanting to inconvenience him any more, but you know that he’s just going to refuse.

“That would be great, Ben, thanks,” you smile, squeezing his hands before letting go. “I should be done here in about an hour and a half.”

“That’s perfect,” he grins. “Good luck with the interview, I know you’ll smash it.”

He jogs away to head to the gym, which you suspect he’s now late for, leaving you in a bit of a daze with a completely lovestruck expression on your face. 

“Someone’s got a crush,” Brian says a moment later with a smirk, snapping you out of your trance.

“I-I do not,” you insist quickly, your eyes wide.

“I was talking about Chilly,” he says, chuckling a bit at your frantic denial. “But now that you mention it, you have always gotten on particularly well with him. No wonder the fans are always commenting about the vibes between you.”

“Oh, shush,” you roll your eyes. “There are no…vibes. He’s just being nice because of my ankle.” 

“Right, I’m sure that’s the only reason,” Brian retorts sarcastically. 

You pull out your phone and see that the Instagram stories you posted earlier are garnering lots of attention, your replies full of fans commenting on how sweet Ben is - something you’re well aware of.

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Thankfully, Brian can’t tease you much longer before Poch shows up for the interview. You say hello and settle in before getting started. 

About 30 minutes later, you have everything you need from him and thank the coach for his time and a great conversation. You and Brian head back to the media offices to get to work on early edits of the video, a part of the process that you’re not really required to help with, but you always enjoy being as involved as possible. 

You’re wrapping up and sending the file to the media team for final edits when Ben appears in the doorway, freshly showered and now wearing grey sweatpants and a hoodie that really look unfairly good on him instead of his training kit. 

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “I’ll just grab my bag-"

Ben is already walking over and grabbing it for you so you don’t have to carry anything, and you both say goodbye to Brian before heading for the car park. 

He opens the door to his car for you, even though you’re definitely capable of getting in yourself now, and then he begins to drive to your place, no longer requiring any directions.

“So, how was the interview?” Ben asks after a moment of comfortable silence.

“It was great,” you say. “He speaks very highly of you, you know. Not that I blame him after that assist on Sunday.”

“You watched?” Ben asks, his eyes lit up with joy as he glances over at you. 

“Of course, I wasn’t gonna miss it just cause I couldn’t be there in person,” you smile. “You were brilliant.”

You can’t tear your eyes away from Ben’s gorgeous smile as he continues to drive - improved only by your compliments being the reason for it. 

You continue to chat about the game and other things until you arrive in front of your building. It’s hard to keep the slightly sad expression off your face when Ben pulls into the driveway and you know you have to say goodbye to him again. 

All you want is to drag him inside with you and never let him go, but you know that isn’t realistic. Sure, he’s been wonderful and caring and attentive all week, but you’re sure that as soon as your ankle heals, everything will go back to how it was. 

“Are you okay?” Ben asks once he puts the car in park and notices the look on your face. “Is it your ankle? Is it bothering you?”

“No, no,” you say, quickly dissuading his worries. “It’s nothing, I’m all good.”

He nods, but the concerned expression doesn’t quite leave his face. “I’ve been worried about you. You know, being here by yourself and stuff.”

Though your stomach flips once again at his soft tone, you try to ignore it. He’s just being nice. He’s a nice person. That’s why you like him so damn much. 

“It’s okay, my mum has come around a few times and my flatmate will be home on Saturday,” you tell him. “Besides, I’m completely fine. I know you feel a bit guilty, but it’s just a sprained ankle. You’ve been so sweet looking after me, but I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

Ben blinks at you for a moment before letting out a sigh, running his hand through his hair. 

“It’s not…I mean, I did feel a bit guilty, but that’s not why I wanted to take care of you. It’s because I care about you.”

You frown in confusion. “I’m not saying you don’t care about me, Ben, I care about you too, but-“

“Y/N, for gods sake,” Ben cuts you off, taking a deep breath. “It’s not just that I care about you, okay? I care about the boys, but I don’t exactly turn up with dinner and cuddle with Reece or Trev when they’re injured.”

As you realize what he’s implying, your breath catches in your throat and you find it hard to speak at all, let alone say the right thing.

You’re not sure what comes over you, but the only thing you can think to do in the moment is the thing you’ve been dreaming about doing for the past three years - you lean across the console and press your lips firmly to his.

You have a brief feeling of terror that you’ve misunderstood what he was saying, until Ben starts to kiss you back and you no longer have any thoughts in your brain that aren’t of his lips.

He parts his mouth slightly and you kiss him harder, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair. You sigh into his mouth, in pure ecstasy as he kisses you like his life depends on it. 

You only part when you both need to come up for air, and even then, you’re reluctant to pull away from him, lingering close. Ben brushes his nose against yours, and you watch as he slowly opens his eyes.

“Y/N,” he breathes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to do that.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to,” you murmur, slowly pulling back from him. “Why…why didn’t you ever say anything?” 

“I wasn’t sure if you felt the same, and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable since we work together a lot,” Ben admits. “I thought about bringing it up every time we hung out outside of work, but I always chickened out.”

“Oh,” you exhale, your mind whirring with a million different thoughts. “I never knew you felt that way about me.”

Ben raises an eyebrow. “I flirt with you all the time! There’s a reason the fans are always posting about us online, saying I fancy you and stuff. I thought it was obvious.” 

You could nearly scream at your own obliviousness - if only because it delayed what was just most definitely the best kiss of your life - but you never thought in a million years that Ben would choose you over all the other options he has available to him, over all the perfect girls you’ve seen fawn over him at games and parties.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve told me now, even if it took me falling over and injuring myself for us to get here,” you laugh under your breath, making him roll his eyes at you with affection.

“I’m definitely not glad you got hurt, but I was happy to have an excuse to spend more time with you,” Ben admits. “I just…always want to spend time with you.”

You’re blushing like crazy again, but this time, you don’t care that Ben can see. When he reaches out to cup your face and stroke your cheek with his thumb, you don’t shy away from him, your bashful smile mirroring his. 

“Are you free tomorrow night?” he asks. “There’s this amazing French restaurant in Richmond, I would love to take you if you want.”

You’re giddy at the thought of an actual, romantic first date with Ben, though you’ve felt more romance eating sandwiches on the floor and chatting in crowded stadiums and walking to get coffee with him than you have on any “real” first date you’ve ever had. 

“I would love to,” you smile. 

“Okay,” Ben grins. “I’ll pick you up at seven, then?”

You nod, feeling pure elation as Ben begins to lean in to seal your agreement with a kiss. It feels so natural, it’s hard to believe your first one was just minutes ago.

“Can I help you inside?” Ben offers once you’ve pulled away again. 

He knows full well that you’re completely capable of walking to the door by yourself, but you’re not offended by his chivalrous behaviour, especially now that you know he has a very good reason for it. 

“Only if you kiss me again at the door,” you respond, smirking at him playfully, and his eyes light up with delight.

“I can definitely do that.”

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[neverinadream]

Whatever The Captain Wants

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Summary: Whatever the captain wants, the captain gets...even if it means getting it in an empty closet.

Pairing: Ben Chilwell x Fem!Reader

Requested: Chillycepts

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, nsfw, forbidden relationship, ben chilwell x co-worker!reader (club photographer!reader), sneaking around, slight sub!ben, pet names (baby, my captain...), praise, oral (male receiving), talks of cum, not edited, its a short one

Notes: so this is like an unofficial part two to an unofficial part one that can be found here. it's a small one but ben looked fucking gorgeous today!! feedback is always appreciated 🫶🏻

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"We haven't got long," you rush to speak, Ben's breath coming out ragged as you take charge, pulling him into the empty closet. A rush of excitement fills you both at the thought of being potentially caught by one of his teammates or another member of staff, leaving a giggle to slip unexpectedly from your lips. "I think there's a switch somewhere," you mumble, blindly searching the for a light switch, your fingers scraping against the wall with no success.

"Forget it," Ben mumbles, cupping your face to pull you closer. A concoction of smells like rain, sweat, mud and wet grass all clung to what little of his kit remained on his body, but you didn't care. "Like you said," he pecks the corner of your mouth, teasing you with a kiss you knew you could never have, "we don't have long and I don't want to waste any more time looking for a light switch when I could be using that time to fuck this pretty little mouth." He smooths his thumb over your bottom lip, the little gasp that escapes shoots through him, pulsating along his cock and leaves his balls feeling tighter. "So. Fucking. Pretty."

Kneeling to the floor, his hand follows you, his thumb stroking your cheek as he waits for your next move. "If that's what my captain wants," you purr, moving your face closer to his bulge.

"Say it again." He fists his fingers into your hair and pulls your head back. "Say it."

You give him the dirtiest grin you can conjure up. "My captain." He groans, never knowing two words could make him as hard as he is right now.

His free hand untucks his cock, the thing practically springing out to meet you and pumps himself a couple of times. He tries not to moan too loud as he thumbs the tip, rolling the bead of precum about until it covers the whole head. "Ah," he gasps, his cock meeting your soft lips and feeling them part for him.

Your hand replaces his, wrapping around the base, pumping the lower half of his shaft as your mouth teases the other half. "My captain," you repeat, offering him tiny licks that send shocks of electricity up his spine. He shudders, biting his bottom lip to trap the moan that rockets up his throat faster than he had anticipated. "My sexy, talented captain," you emphasise the 'sexy,' giggling at his lack of patience as Ben pulls your head closer, encouraging you to give him more.

"Fuck-!" There's nothing he could do to stay quiet as you open your mouth and let half of him slide between your lips. He only chuckles at his inability to talk as the wet warmth of your mouth surrounds him. "You're amazing," he finally manages to say, goosebumps breaking out along his arms as you remove your mouth, slurping lazily on the head, before licking along the underside. He shudders. "Do that again, baby." And you do, making him groan louder.

"You're gonna get us caught," you giggle, pumping your hand languidly along his length, before taking him back into your mouth, sucking gently and licking at his tip.

"Can't help it," he bites his bottom lip, trying to cage the guttural groan making itself at home in the back of his throat, "you're just that good!" He squeezes his eyes and tips his head back, slowly rocking his hips to make the moment last. "Oh, fuck-!" He croaks, his grip tightening on the back of your head as you swallow him deeper into your throat. He pulses in your mouth, taking a quick peak in the dark to see your lips wrapped perfectly around the base. "Shit, I'm gonna come."

You moan around him, the vibration running along his shaft and pulsing in his balls.

He bites down on his hand, trying to stay quiet as he finally reaches his orgasm, but a few moans slip out as you keep bobbing you head. His knees buckle together and he has to reach out to touch the nearest wall to stop himself from falling. You take everything he gives you and it's a lot, some of his cum leaking from the corner of your mouth as you try to keep it all in your mouth.

"Fuck, y/n," he whispers your name, panting to catch his breath. His body shudders as you give his cock one last stroke and stand to your feet. Without thinking, he cups your face and crashes his mouth down against yours. The kiss doesn't last long and he pulls away, mumbling, "sorry."

You frown, hoping he doesn't see it. "It's fine," you mumble, blindly searching for the door handle. "It was just one kiss," you try to make up an excuse for him, "done in the moment, it doesn't have to mean anything." You push the handle down, the metal cold against your palm. "I'll go first," you suggest, slipping quickly out of the closet.

He tucks himself back into his shorts and fixes his appearance. "Right" he echoes, running a hand through his hair, "it doesn't mean anything."

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[foot-tea]

Guys please this is not hate or anything. Just read till the end.

After all this ruben dias stuff lemme just explain a few things. Footballer players are not known for being very smart or educated.

They sacrifice their youth and never actually live a normal life. Their thinking does not always evolve with their physical age. Not gonna baby them but they literally live in a cocoon of the locker room type of talk. Ofc they will not be normal or well adjusted to adult life especially girls. I am not calling these women golddiggers or whatever but if you see the wags you know they have a very clear fetish -white, skinny, blonde with boob and butt implant influencers.

Locker rooms are echo chambers. The footballers like to fit into their teams. This leads to cookie cutter wags at best and a lot of other dark stuff at worse. Wags are not always gold diggers but it kind of hard to see what endrick's gf, who is an adult, saw in him when he was even younger than he is now.

These men just want a pretty girl to be their arm candy while they sleep around with other women and the wags want the stability and money. A perfect two way street. Not gonna blame the women who look past the cheating to stay in the relationship (there are several reasons why like kids, lack of stable income due to being dependent on the bfs) , but this just reinforces the idea that wags are gold diggers in both the public as well as the footballers.

I know I joke around a lot but the wag lifestyle is kind of very lonely and stressful. Your income depends on your bf playing well and reduces because he is gonna age. Plus the cheating, transfers and the fear that once you age you will be replaced is always present. Stay safe girlies and keep being independent.

[canirove]

Chelsea Vs. Liverpool | 13.08.2023 | Post-match interview

[leviscolwill]

i can see you

pairing: ben chilwell x fem!reader

summary: after you lost your hotel room key you're forced to ask your friend ben to share his bed with you (wc: 1k)

contents: fluff, coworkers au / workplace romance, idiots crushing on each other, one use of y/n sorry 🏃‍♀️

notes: please be indulgent w this,, i haven't written in 2 years so i'm a bit rusty. also english is not my first language so my apologies for any grammar mistakes that will make you want to gouge your eyes out. reblogs & feedback are very veryyyyy appreciated as always <3

ps: i tried sum with the dividers tell me if they're ugly asf and i'll delete bc idk how to feel abt them 💀

now playing: i can see you by taylor swift (speak now)

"are you sure you don't mind me staying here tonight ?" you didn't want to force ben into sharing his room, but as soon as you noticed your hotel room card was gone, he offered his room for the night.

"i wouldn't offer if i did."

he had a point. not that you would ever say it out loud, so you simply kept silent. truth be told, today was exhausting, you had to run left and right while every player fulfilled their media duties, and everything felt 10 times more intense in the heat of the summer.

you still felt anxious at the idea of sharing a bed with ben. the line between 'coworkers-that-get-along-well' and 'something more' blurred a little bit too much whenever you were with ben. you'd find yourself looking at him a little bit more than you'd look at other players and thinking about him in a way a friend shouldn't, let alone someone who works for his team should.

"i can practically hear your thoughts you know ?" ben chuckled, he got to know you well throughout the last two seasons you worked at chelsea, well enough to feel you hesitating over the proposal.

"i can sleep on the floor if that makes you more comfortable."

"i'm not making you sleep on the floor when i'm the one who lost my card in the first place" you sighed. you were both adults that could share a bed and not make it weird, right ?

"do you have any spare shirt i could borrow ?" after ben searched through his baggage that seemed untouched since touchdown, he handed you a t-shirt and some shorts.

you made your way to his bathroom after muttering a quick 'thank you'.

you came out of his bathroom battling against his shorts that were still too big even after adjusting them, ben couldn't hide his smile when you walked out in his clothes. he'd imagined you in his shirt more times than he'd like to admit.

"i'll get ready for bed, make yourself comfortable." he said pointing at his bed. thankfully it was more than enough for two people, actually, his bed was probably bigger than yours, perks of being a football player probably.

after staying on your phone to distract yourself from the fact you were sharing a bed with your crush, a very shirtless ben came out of the bathroom and laid on his side of the bed. the only thing that you could do now was hoping for the red on your cheeks to fade as quickly as humanly possible.

to you, it was obvious, he was not nearly as nervous or embarrassed as you were, it almost seemed like he'd done this a million times before. he was laying casually on his phone while you stayed close to the end of the bed, so close you were afraid you might fall at any moment.

but if you could read his mind, you'd find out ben was torn between overthinking about how he better not mess it up, and thinking about who he would tell first that he slept in the same bed as the pretty girl from work he kept rambling about.

"goodnight ben." you said in an almost whisper.

"goodnight y/n" he answered while he tried his best to fall asleep, although all he could think about was how lucky he was.

when you woke up in the morning, you were confused about the unfamiliar setting for the first few seconds but quickly remembered the events of last night. you don't even know what awakened you. was it the sun peeking through the curtains ? the light snoring you could hear coming from above your head ? or the heat of the body laying right next to you ? then you silently panicked sensing how close you were to ben, his head resting on top of your hair, his features soft as he was still asleep.

but you took the time to fully appreciate the moment that was definitely too intimate for two coworkers, or even two friends. listening to ben's heartbeat and tracing his features after freeing yourself from one of his arms that kept you close to him.

after a few minutes he opened his eyes, and stretched, while pulling you right next to him.

"slept well ?" he asked with a tired smile on his face, while his fingers traced up and down your bare arm.

you almost wanted to tell him that you had the best sleep of your life, in hopes that he'll keep you this close for longer, but chose against it.

"yes, slept well, maybe i would've slept even better if you didn't snore this loud"

he faked a offended expression and attacked you with his pillow, messing your hair even more.

"no, no, no, i'm sorry, please stop, i didn't mean that." you tried to plead out of breath.

ben was feeling merciful, he helped you seat up on his bed and you spent about half an hour talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

"i better go to the reception to get a new card." you said while ben watched you collect your clothes with a lovesick smile attached to his face.

"let me know if you lose your new card, i'll gladly share my bed with you again."

with that, you closed ben's door with one last look at him, his messy hair and his (very) unmade bed, smiling to yourself for the rest of the morning.

[ballsbalb]

ben and christian have an unhealthy hold on me right now

your honor theyre in love

the lil ‘chilllyyyy 🤗🤗’ i’m sorry i cannot

[sunny44]

Are you pregnant?

Pairing: Mason Mount x wife!reader

Warnings: sickness, pregnancy test, pregnancy talk.

Summary: When Mason and y/n find out they're pregnant with their baby.

I had been extremely tired these past few days.

I was tired of the job that I used to love because after my boss left and an idiot took his place and he’s a jerk.

The projects he was making us do are getting bigger and the time shorter and I was exhausted and today he just let me go home earlier because I almost threw up on him that was so discussed that send me home.

Mason was in training and I didn't want to disturb him so I went back alone and decided to stop by the pharmacy and see if I could get some sickness medicine because I hate this feeling.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"I've been nauseous for a few days and have been vomiting all morning and I'd like some sickness medicine please." She smiles and I was confused. "Is something wrong?"

"Sorry for this but have you had sex in the last few weeks?"

"Oh, uhm yes I have."

"Have you ever considered the possibility that you might be pregnant?" I widened my eyes and at the same time I felt the nausea once again. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to butt in but your symptoms are the same as a pregnant woman."

I haven’t thought about the possibility of being pregnant but now that she mention it all made sense.

The symptoms, the vomiting and my Kate period that I just realized that was late now.

"Where are the pregnancy tests please?" She gives a half smile and takes one and hands it to me.

"This one is the best one of all. There's a bathroom over there if you want to use it." I agreed and walked to the bathroom.

I took the test but I didn't want to find out the answer in a pharmacy bathroom so I put it in the box and after paying I went back to our house.

As I set foot inside the house I could hear laughter and one of them was Mason's, I felt paws on my legs and looked down to see Milo our Golden Retriever puppy jumping on me.

"Baby? What are you doing home?" He asks and comes over to me and his smile disappears as soon as he sees my face. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I am, don't worry."

"Were you crying?"

"It's nothing, I just have stomachache and you know I don't handle pain very well.” He agrees and kisses my forehead. "I'm going upstairs to take a hot bath and try to get some sleep."

"I'm going to ask Ben and Reece to leave and..."

"No need love, I'm going to sleep anyway so you don't have to send them away."

"Fine, but if there's anything let me know, okay?" I agreed and kissed him as I walked up the stairs and being followed by Milo.

The whole time I was in the hot tub, Milo was lying on the floor there with me and when I went to bed he climbed on the bed and laid his head on my belly.

“Do you think there’s a baby in there?” I asked him that close his eyes when I put my hand on his head. “I think you would like to have a brother or a sister.”

He bark in a low tone and went to sleep.

…

When I woke up it was already 7 o'clock at night so I put on my slippers and went downstairs, the boys were still here as I heard more than one male voice.

"Good night boys."

"Good night Mrs. Mount." Ben jokes and laughs going to hug him.

"Feeling better?" Mase asks and I say just a little. "I made soup."

"Correction, I made soup." Reece says and I laugh.

"Hey, you said you would let me take credit." Mase replies grumpily and they laugh.

"I changed my mind."

"Well thanks for soup Reece." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and started eating and soon I heard my cell phone ring. "Ben can you get it for me please? It's in my purse."

"Yeah, I'll get it." He comes out of the kitchen and takes too long but soon comes back with my phone and a strange face. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just took a while to find it." He answers awkwardly.

Time went by, Reece had to leave and it was just the three of us until Mason went upstairs to take a shower and as soon as he got out Ben came to my side.

"I need to ask you something and I want you to be honest with me."

"You're scaring me Ben, is everything ok?"

"Are you pregnant?" He asks, and I widen my eyes. "You are, aren’t you?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Because I saw the test when I went to get your cell phone."

"Did you see the results?"

"No, I didn't. Did you look at the result?" I silently denied. "Do you want me to look along with you?"

"No, you look I’m scared" He agrees takes the test and looks but I can't decipher his expression. "Ben?"

"It says positive here." He looks at me and at the same time I start to cry.

I didn't know what I was feeling, I didn't know if I was happy or sad or even how Mason would feel because we always joked about having a family but never had a serious conversation about it.

"It's going to be okay, you’re gonna be the best mommy ever" He hugs me from the side and I just cry into his shoulder.

"What happened?" Mason runs up to me and hugs me. "Ben what happened?"

"I'm going home and let you guys talk." He kisses my forehead and just smile at Mason.

"What happened? You're crying, is your stomachache again"

"No, I came home earlier because I spent all morning throwing up and I thought it was because of stress with the big projects I need to finish in an impossible amount of time. So I went to the pharmacy to buy some sickness medicine and I came ou that I’m not sick."

"What's wrong with you then?"

"I'm pregnant Mase."

I felt him go rigid on my side, I really hoped he would stay calm about the situation because if not I would freak out too.

"Pregnant? Are you sure?"

"The test is over there." I pointed to where Ben had left the test.

"How are you feeling?"

"I don't know what to feel."

"Aren't you happy?"

"You know I've always wanted to be a mother but I always thought we'd plan it slow and I'd have time to get used to the fact that I'd be growing a child inside me but it's happening too fast and I'm just not knowing how to handle it." He kneels in front of me and holds my hand.

"Let's make it work okay? We're a team."

"Are you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy my love, there's no one in the world besides you that I wanted to have a family." He cupped my face and cleaned the tears from my eyes with his thumbs. "I love you and our baby so much."

"I love you too."

…

The next day I called my doctor who made an appointment to confirm the pregnancy but according to her from the symptoms I described it was almost a 100% chance that I was.

Today was the day of the appointment and Mason and I were waiting our turn, there were some other women there and one of them had a big belly and a little blonde girl with her. I noticed that the child kept looking at him but Mason was too distracted to notice.

I called out to her with my hand and she smiled and came running over and hugged his legs, who was startled but smiled as soon as he saw the little girl.

"May I?" He asks her mother who agrees and Mase puts her sitting on his leg.

The two of them stood talking until the doctor called and Mason took Mary back to her mother.

"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Mount, you can lie down over there." He pointed to the Stretcher. "How are you feeling?"

"I've been pretty nauseous but it's gotten better since yesterday."

"Morning sickness is normal in these first months. Do you feel a lot of tiredness, pain in your body, or even sensitive breasts?"

"Yes, I'm very tired even though I don't do much.”

"Have you been feeling anything worrying?

"No, I think that's everything.”

"All right, I'll lift your shirt and pass this gel so we can do an ultrasound." I lifted up my shirt and she put the cold, clear gel on.

The blurry image appeared and after she showed us where the baby was she asked if we wanted to hear the heart and as soon as we said yes the loud sound filled the room and it was at that very moment that we realized how real it was.

Bonus scene!

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Y/nmount life lately have been pretty busy but I’ve never been happier 💕 thank you for being here for us, we love you so much @masonmount

@masonmount I love you both very much baby, I’m the lucky one

@sophiaaemelia congratulations mama, you’re so sexy pregnant

@y/nmount you’re the sexy one babes

@masonmount are they really flirting in front of us?

@kaihavertz yes they are and you’re wife is pregnant, I think they’re going to run away and raise your baby together

@sophiaaemelia great ideia babe, let’s do it? @y/nmount

@y/nmount yessss, let’s move to Hawaii

[whorekneecentral]

Snowflakes On The Glass

Ben Chilwell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: morning cuddles, ben acts like a child, reader works her magic, teasing, it's giving sub!ben for like 0.2 seconds, penetrative sex (p in v), breeding kink, one like sorta misogynistic comment if you squint, creampie.

Word Count: 1,532

Author's Note: this was a last minute change, decided to the anon who asked about benji :)) this ones for you babes

merry smutmas series

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Ben insists on having a snowball fight when he wakes up to the massive snowfall but you want nothing more than to stay in bed. 

The cold air hits your bare skin when Ben gets out of bed, tossing the duvet off of him. You grumble something, tucking it in under your back so you could warm up again. There's a silence in the room, seeing that it was barely 7am when Ben got up from bed.

You knew for a fact that he didn't have training this morning, he had always just been an early riser - something you definitely weren't.

It was barely a few moments after he got up that he jumped back onto the bed, shifting the duvet once again and waking you from your sleep, or rather, your attempt to fall back asleep.

"Babe," he nudged your side. "Babeeeee, babyyyy, my loveeee." He sung off key into your ear.

You groan, rolling over to pull Ben into you. Your arms wrapped around the man, his face buried in your chest to shut him up. That usually worked but this particular morning, he managed to escape your grasp.

"Darling, get up!" He says excitedly; annoying you already considering how early on a Saturday morning it was.

You yawned, finally sitting up. "What is it? What's going on?"

"LOOK!" He says, pointing to the frosted over window. "It snowed."

"You woke me up to see snow?" You huffed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "I've seen snow before, Benjamin."

"No," he rolled his eyes, "come on baby, let's go make me a snowman."

You're half asleep, you're not sure if you're still sleeping or dreaming. "Babe, you're not serious," you scoot on the bed, laying back down.

Ben huffs, a pout on his lips. "C'mon!" He pulls on your arm and you roll your eyes, shrugging him off.

"Pleaseeeee," he leans down, whining like a child when he puts his chin on your shoulder. You sigh, "give me 10 more minutes and then we can go down, okay?"

He was tempted to say no, he would drag you out of bed if he needed to but you looked so cute curled up under the blanket, cuddled into him. Plus the fact that you were now kissing all over his face, attempting to sweeten the deal was the cherry on top.

"Fine, but only 10 minutes."

"10 minutes of silence," you tell him, and he nods. Ben holds you close, his arms wrapping around you and you cuddle into your boyfriend, your head tucked away under his chin.

Ben's warm, you fit against him like you two were made for each other. It was one of your favourite parts of your relationship; Ben holding you. You loved him, sure, but his hugs were the best thing in the world; you forgot about everything else when you were in his arms.

Well, except for one thing.

You two had just woken up and now that Ben's back in bed, pressed up against you, you can feel a certain.. something.

Ben shifts a bit when you wiggle your arm free from underneath you. He doesn't think anything of it, his arms still wrapped around you. The next thing he feels is your hand pressed to his bulge, your fingers rubbing along him.

"Babe-" he groans, reaching down to hold your wrist. You bite back a smile, "hm? What's wrong?"

"Stop that." He whispers through gritted teeth.

Your brows furrow, "stop what?"

"Y/n," he breathes, exhaling as his own hand wraps around yours.

"What? Does that feel good?" You whispered, leaning up to kiss his jaw. Ben nods, knowing if he speaks he'll only dig himself into a deeper hole. "Words, Benjamin." You glance up at him and he clears his throat, his eyes fixed on you when he speaks.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes," he swallows, "it feels good."

"Then let me make you feel good," you whisper to him, reaching up to kiss him.

Ben pulls you flush against him, his lips on yours; there's a hunger, something you can't figure out. You aren't sure what's come over him but you liked it, so fucking much.

He watches as you pull away from him, groaning and grumbling under his breath about how you never give him enough time to kiss you and you laugh. You ignore his grumbling, making your way down to his chest, your hand following the trail down to his stomach.

You had barely begun undoing the knot on his joggers when he stopped you, his hand on yours. "What?" You glanced up at him through your lashes.

God, you hoped he wouldn't bring up this stupid snowman right now.

"C'mere," he pulls you back up towards him, kissing you again.

A hand pressed to Ben's cheek, you mumbled between the kisses. "I'll let you kiss me later, lemme just-" your hand slipped between the two of you, rubbing along the obvious bulge in his joggers.

The man groaned, "as much as I want that, I wanna feel you."

You let out a shriek, the sudden smack to your ass making you laugh. "Benjamin!" You smacked his arm, the man smiles and kisses you once more.

"Turn around, love." He whispers, nudging you to flip around, facing the window now.

Ben's shuffling about behind you, he moves the blanket leaving you cold. His hands replace the blanket as a source of heat, pulling your leg back and hooking it over his. You feel his hand between your legs, pushing your panties to the side before his cock brushes along your slit. 

His name tumbles from your lips as he pushes into you, his hand resting firmly on your hip, holding you in place as he settles behind you.

It takes you a minute to adjust, Ben's hand caressing over your bare leg in the meantime, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

He pulls your leg back into his a bit more, moving closer to you but in doing so, he pushes into you a little more. You whimper and the man apologizes. “Sorry love,” he squeezes your hip when he hears the whimper leaving your lips. 

“Do that again,” you tell him, leaning back into him. 

Ben smiles, pushing his hips towards you again, the tip of his cock hitting exactly where you wanted it. 

“More,” you mumble and Ben could never say no to you.

He rolls you two over, pulling you up by your middle onto your hands and knees, your back arched and your face buried in the pillows. 

It was needy and messy; feeling you around him drove him mad, hearing you ask him for more was the cherry on top. Ben's hand slid down the curve of your spine, resting between your shoulder blades. 

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby.” Ben says, his words sweet like honey but his actions aren’t. 

He pulls you up by your hair, your back arched and his hand now on your chin.

“C’mon pretty girl, let me hear all those sounds you make.” He says, the angle you were at puts him deeper than before.

The slightest movements and you can feel it in your stomach. It’s like he can hear your thoughts because his hand moves from your chin to your stomach. An arm wrapped around your torso, his big hand spread over your stomach.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" He taunts, leaning over you so his lips were by your ear.

You can feel him everywhere; every part of you belonged to Ben and he knew as much.

Ben lets you fall back onto the bed, both of his hands on your hips. Your moans are muffled by the fact that your face was buried in the sheets. Ben's thrusts are rough, his hips digging into your ass with each one.

“Maybe I should fuck a baby into you, hm?” He asked no one in particular, he wasn't expecting an answer. "Let you stay home and be my pretty little housewife, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

You mumble something, neither of you catches it. Your thoughts are all fuzzy, the thoughts blurring together into one and you feel yourself slipping over the edge.

You were close enough that you could taste it, a few more thrusts and you’re over the edge, his name falling from your lips. The way you were clenching around him causes him to follow behind you, the man falling onto your back.

The two of you are laying there, Ben on top of you still and you let out a laugh.

“What?” He asks, confused.

“Nothing,” you hum. “I love you,” you tell him.

You lay there for a bit, Ben untangling himself from you to get comfortable. The man looks over at you when you push the blanket off of you.

"Where are you going?"

"Didn't you want to go outside?" You asked, brows furrowed. Ben rolls his eyes and leans over, dragging your arm to pull you back into bed.

You tucked into his side, the two of you cuddled into each other. "The snow will be there later, won't it?" He asks.

You shift a bit, looking up at him. "And if it all melts? And you don't get to make your snowman?"

"It'll be worth it." He smiles, leaning down to kiss you.

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