#ben chilwell blurb

[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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[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.

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[captainwans]

★ . . . ❛ ━━ BEN CHILWELL x FEM!READER.

( MASTERLIST! )

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sophiaamelia had the best night ever 🤍

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yourbestfriend i will boil your teeth back off chilly 😡

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sophiaamelia it’s true kai’s crying on the kitchen floor 😭

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[mxsonxmountx]

Benjamin James Chilwell ✨boyfriend vibes✨

Part 2

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[valentinajadehill]

ben chilwell masterlist

paris ft mason mount x

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tiktok ranking o

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in his wallet

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hatchy o

oscar's new best friend o

the pains o

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rings o

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celebrity crush o

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the one o

peacemaker o

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i wrote you a song o

champion x

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who's mark? o

two things o

snowstorm o

wet hair o

charlotte's first steps o

the ring o

the famous wife o

sing again o

reunion o

on screen chemistry o

my missus o

leed's festival o

everyone loves you o

dress shopping o

bodyguard o

when did you get so good? o

the simplest of touches o

permanent mark of my love o

little black dress o

in sickness and in health o

in a crowd of thousands o

her biggest fan o

don't forget that you love me once o

dear santa o

all's fair in love and war o

for now and forever o

sex with my ex x

cupid's chokehold o

a love like this o

a little reassurance o

tell me o

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[findingnemosworld]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢'𝐦 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @chilwellspulisic

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐤! 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 :)

The reception party was in full swings after a beautiful ceremony which saw the groom Nate solidify his love for his bride Hayley in front of all their friends and loved ones underneath the beautiful bright skies of Italy, and amongst those in attendance were two individuals that had been trying to avoid one another for the past three years, Y/N and Ben.

Once upon a time, during Ben's days as a Leicester player - the pair were as thick as thieves; so much so that everyone around them had firmly believed that they'd get married one day, only for Ben to up and leave her the minute he received an offer from Chelsea, his claim was that their relationship would hold him back.

And being the prideful woman she is, Y/N had taken that as a sign to cut him off entirely, refusing to answer his calls and messages and going as far as to warn his former Leicester teammate, James Maddison to tell him to stop calling her.

Three years had passed with her dating every now and then, only for the flings to end abruptly or in this case, Y/N refused to admit the real reason every single fling ended.

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" The venue is lovely! " Her date for the wedding, Daniel comments as they sat down in the reception venue, amongst the numerous crowds who were either drinking or dancing on the floor after the bride and groom danced.

" It is, Nate has great taste " She said with a smile, looking around before her eyes landed on him.

He was sitting at the table across from the table she was sitting in, and next to him was a beautiful brunette she'd come to deduce as his date, the pair were chatting and laughing together when Ben looks up to meet her gaze causing her to immediately look away and try to converse with Daniel, making the effort to appear as though she was enjoying her time with him.

A few minutes later, Daniel excused himself when his phone rang leaving her alone before she made the decision to walk to the bar and grab a drink, once she ordered her drink - she felt someone stand next to her, she turns to find Ben standing there with a smile. " Hey love "

" Benjamin " She replied curtly.

" Oh come on, three years pass and you still hate me " He rolls his eyes.

" That's an understatement, I'm only being curt because I don't want your girlfriend to think you're accessible to anyone " She retorts.

Ben chuckles, " She's not my girlfriend, she's just a friend "

" Hm, I bet you say that to every woman " She laughs, taking a gulp of her drink.

" Even if I did, why does it affect you? " He asks. " Jealous? "

" Me, jealous ... yeah, right " She laughs, " I don't have to be jealous of someone that finds it easy to leave the people they care about and besides, I have a date as well "

" Yeah, Bryan, right? " He said.

" Daniel " She responds with a groan, " A very sweet guy I have been seeing "

Ben shakes his head and says with a sarcastic tone, " So sweet "

" What's wrong Chilwell? Jealous? " She asked with a teasing tone.

Ben grows silent, which causes her to look at him with wide eyes and say. " You are jealous! "

" Can you blame me? " He retorts, " You show up, looking insanely gorgeous with him, when you could have been with - " he trails off.

" Could have been with you " She said.

" Yeah " He whispers.

" Ben, you broke it off, not me " She reminds him.

" I know " He sighs, " But I miss you, a lot ... "

She sighs, she would lie to herself if she said she didn't miss him, there was a reason why her relationships never worked out, " I miss you as well " she murmurs.

The confession caused him to smile, " Maybe when we go back to England, we can talk things out " he said with a hopeful tone.

" Maybe " She said.

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[football-and-fanfics]

Beautiful - Ben Chilwell

Who: Ben Chilwell Prompt: "Have you always been this beautiful?" Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

Just a few days ago you had broken your ankle when falling off your bike, so you had your lower leg in a cast and walked with crutches at the moment. You had promised Ben already weeks ago that you would come to Stamford Bridge to watch Chelsea's match of tomorrow against Arsenal. The cast on your leg made that you could only wear sweatpants, though, and suddenly you weren't so sure anymore that going to the stadium was such a good idea. 

"Please, babe." Ben cupped your face between his hands when you told him. "Everyone will understand it’s because of the cast." "But I’ll look hideous," you pouted. "No, you won’t." Ben smiled. "Besides, I’ve got just the thing for you."

He disappeared into the bedroom for half a minute, and returned with a pair of his long-legged Chelsea training pants. "At least you’ll be in style with these on," Ben smirked, handing the sweatpants to you. You eyed them doubtfully. "Oh, I don’t know…" "Come on, have a little faith in me," Ben winked, "I know these will look great on you."

You hesitated for a second longer, but finally decided to at least try them on. "Alright," you agreed, "but if I look like an idiot, I'm not going tomorrow." Ben cocked his head to the side, smirking cheekily at you. "Fair enough."

You returned a few minutes later, showing Ben how his training pants looked on you. They were somewhat on the large side for you, but otherwise, you had to agree, they could look worse on you. 

"So? What do you think?" You asked hesitantly.  Ben looked you up and down with a loving smile on his face. "Have you always been this beautiful?" He grinned, coming over to give you a kiss.  "Stop it," you chuckled.  "No, I’m serious." Ben wrapped his arms around you in a comfortable embrace. "After seeing you like this tomorrow, I'm sure every Chelsea fan will want this look."

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[footballffbarbiex]

i received a dm for this one not an ask but it was from this list.

enjoy. hopefully.

and to give you a heads up, it's smutty.

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you'd felt tense at work every day this week. getting dressed in the morning had felt like far more weighed you down than just the simple fabrics that you'd pulled over your body and you'd found yourself longing to be home and wishing your shift away until finally, the clock hands hit the end of your shift time and finally, you were free for a handful of hours again until your head hits the pillow and you don't have to worry about what happens on shift.

you'd longed for a release, a way to stop you thinking and just escape everything and right now, Ben is achieving that. there's not a single coherent thought in your head as he snaps his hips to the curve of your ass, his dick deep within your pussy with every fluid motion. he fills you repeatedly as his hands hold onto your waist and in turn, holding you in place - not that you want to wriggle out from under his grasp. you want to stay there for as long as you can, feeling every inch that he pushes inside of you.

his fingers stroke over your bundle of nerves once, twice, three, four and many more times until you lose count. until you're unable to count because of the way he fucks into you.

"is this what you wanted?" Ben asks, timing his thrusts with every two strokes of your clit.

you can't answer, your mouth feels as though it's not co-ordinating with your mind, but then again. there's nothing there either.

"i asked you a question," he says, his tone short with you now and all you can manage is a feeble "yes."

"yes what?"

you open your mouth to answer him properly, but in it's place is a whimper that is far too loud.

"Ben, they're in the other room." your words are barely out before you curse and bite down on your lip to try and muffle another low groan. Ben having "boys nights" weren't uncommon but today, you could have done without this. you weren't wrong though, only a thin wall separates you from some of his friends and teammates as they sit in the "man cave". you can hear their laughter, catching occasional words and sentences from their conversations and hear the music playing as your boyfriend continues to fuck you into next year.

you can feel his body covering your back, warmth radiating from him both penetrating you and pressed against you. "you'll have to be quiet then, won't you?" he whispers in your ear, lips so close that as he speaks they brush against the shell of it.

from this angle, he buries himself as deep inside of you as he can, barely pulling more than two inches back out of you before he's pushing back in again, ensuring that you're fully stuffed with as much of his cock as possible.

the combination of his thrusts and the way that his fingers work against your clit is simply heavenly. had you not been bent over the utility room unit, you might have buckled from the way your thighs tremble and your knees threaten to give out from underneath you.

"m'not stopping until you've cum," Ben tells you. "don't care if they hear. don't care how long i have to keep doing this." with each sentence he bottoms out, pushing every inch of his cock into you and pausing there so you can feel him throb against your cervix and sensitive, puffy walls. "gonna need at least two before i leave this room."

usually you'd think he was being optimistic but your first was well on it's way and the second wouldn't be too far behind if he keeps his rhythm the way it is. if he does, he won't be wrong about his friends hearing either but right now, it's a small price to pay to forget about this week.

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[axelakim]

Title: Regret

Pairing: Ben Chilwell X Reader

Content: angst, fluff

You and ben have been a couple for about 4 years now. Both of you really love and understand each other, moreover for the past 1 year, you two can not be separated from each other because you have moved to Ben's house and that what makes you two more and more in love.

The season chelsea have been through was not really good. The club end up in 12th place in pl rank and there are lots of rumour of his teammates gonna go to another clubs, that's the reason why Ben always get home angry and not in the mood for the past 1 month. Like today, the traning session went well but the match wasn't. Chelsea lost 2 points against Liverpool, you've watched the game at home because youre working and got into some of accident when you were buying coffe at the supermarket across the office till your left palm wounded but u said to Ben that u just feeling a bit sick so you can't make it to the pitch. So you just waiting for Benji to reach home in the livingroom.

Not long after that, you heard your boyfriend opened the door and having such a disappointed and tired look in his face.

"Hei benjii, are u okay love?" while hiding ur left hand

"Yea i'm fine" he didn't even give you kisses when you welcome him.

He directly went to the kitchen and open the fridge "Why the hell there is no food in here? You didn't cook?" he asked

"No im sorry, i didn't cook because im feeling unwell and i just wanted to got home directly on my way home"

"Oh yea right" hearing him just responding u like that is kinda hurt but u dont want to make him more stressed out, so you just ignore it

"Should i cook for you? or we just order some food? what do you want?"

"No need, ill order it later by myself" while putting his dirty clothes in the basket

"Eum how are you today? any stories?" you asked wanted to know more about his day

"You still asking me? you saw me lost right, fucking lost and here you are still asking me about how am i, dont play dumb Y/N you already know how terrible i am now, if you want some attention the answer is not now"

this is the first time he snapped at you, his whole face turning red

Your heart was aching but again u just hold it

"Can u chill out? I just want to know more about my boyfriend's day. Is that so wrong?" holding up your tears

"Yes its so fucking wrong, youve already saw me lost today and u still asking me about my day, and always asking me the same annoying questions when i get home" he answered

"Oh so im the one who is wrong here huh?" you replied

"Yeah because you always so chatty about many things, this and that and also annoying"

You continued, "well maybe your decision to asked me move out with you was wrong then huh?"

"Kinda regret it indeed" he said it cold and went upstairs to your shared room

You frozen for a second hearing what he said, u just went blanking and dont know what to do. Your heart is aching so much, the questions youve always asked him that you consider it as an act of caring but ur boyfriend seemed didn't really happy about it. You always have his back and support all of the things he does but seems it is not enough for him.

You decided to put your jacket on and take your car's key. You told your security at home to open the gate and said to him that you just wanted to go to the supermarket.

After ben done showering, he went downstairs to check up on you because he felt guilty about the argument earlier but you weren't in the living room so he tried to find you in the guest bedroom but u also weren't there, he tried to call your name

"Y/N.... Y/N, are u here babe?" all around the house but he didnt find you

Then he heard some knock on the door, he thought it was you but it turned your best friend, Camilla.

" Omg you camilla, i thought it was Y/N"

"What shes not home? where is she ben?"

"Shes home when i arrived then after i showered shes gone"

"You should find her, her car missing i thought u used it but youre here and her hand wounded because of this morning accident, she really need a rest, im so worried rn"

"What? what accident? she didnt tell me anything? oh my lord, i messed up real bad, fuck it"

"Dont you say youve had some argument earlier ben?" camilla narrowed her eyes

"Yes yes we had it okay, and it was kinda really bad camilla, she must gone because of it, ,im so stupid, ill go find her rn"

"Damn it you chilwell, find my friend rn or you dead with me!"

They both go out to the security guard and asked about you, its almost midnight and you havent even come back home. Ben really worried about you and getting more stressed out. He called you so many tjmes but seems you have blocked his contact, then he called all of his friends and bodyguard acquaintances to find you. He also went to all of your favorite places but still he didn't find you. He drove his car with tears coming down on his cheek, he really regret what he have done to you, you didn't deserve to be treated like that. You are his princess, best friend, and also partner in everything, how could he be so mean, how could he let anger overwhelm him.

Its 3.30 am, hes still on the road till he got a call from a guy name Franky his bodyguard acquaintances, he said he found u because u use your credit card to stay in a hotel. Ben directly went to that hotel and asking your room number to the receptionist, glad that he knew ben and knew that you are his girlfriend so he let him to have the spare key.

Ben already there, in front of room 305 your room. He got in and found the silent and dark room. He turned on the light and saw you slept peacefully on the king size bed. He saw your puffy face and traces of tears that still wet on your cheeks. He checked your wounded palm too, looking at you like this made him really felt terrible rn.

Benji checked your silent phone and found so many missed calls from him, camilla, and others. Benji sent text to camilla first to tell her that youre okay. After that he just lay beside and hugging you till he fell asleep.

In the morning you awake and realized youre not home, but u felt someones arm hugging u from behind, u wanted to shout out at first but then u recognize the hand and also the tattooes. ITS MR CHILWELL.

You try to get up and let go his grip slowly, but Benji noticed.

"Hi baby" u just silent at his raspy voice, youre mad at him but also missing him sm at the same time.

"Hey i know you awake love, come here, let me see your face"

You try to hold ur body but u cant, he managed to turn your body to face his. His face looked so calm now not like last night. He smiled at you for a awhile.

He suddenly kiss your lips and u wipe it

"Huftt i know u must be really mad at me rn, im sorryy babe, i messed up"

"Oh you call me babe now?"

"Sorry sorryy Y/N, babe, i really regret what i did to you last night, im sorry, i let my emotion took control of me" he pleaded

"Yea" that was all u said, tried to get up from his tight hands around you

"No no youre not going anywhere" he said

"Huftt... i dont know Ben, im really dissappointed at you right now. The way u treated me last night make me feel like u dont love me anymore. You really know it well that i dont like when people raised their voice on me especially the people i love, you" u said it in tears

"Baby i know, i know you we've been together for 4 years. I really know it well, im sorry that i treated you like youre somekind of punching bag to me. It was just the effect of bad season and the rumour about my teammates, i just really stress and dont know what to do. Instead i let out my anger and bad mood all to you, while all u did for me was just supporting and taking care of me. Im sorry that i called you annoying i didnt mean it. You always such a loving and caring person especially to me , i really lucky to have you in my life. Im the one whos being a dick all the time since the bad season coming for chels" he said it all in tears also

You touched, you know u shouldnt go easy to him after he breaking ur heart like that. But you love him and you know frpm the deep down of your heart that he really didnt mean it. He even put so much effort to find you. You sighs and continue

"I know, you just stressed out but im here as your partner to comfort you, taking care you, hearing you, and loving you okay not a place for you to let out your anger out. I just wanted to support you Ben in every obstacles on your life, dont get it wrong. And ya maybe sorry if im being too much chatty in your house too, ill try reduce it"

"Love noo, its our house not my house. Its ours not only mine, and no youre not chatty im sorry you just wanted to take care of me and please do it for me" he smiled wiping off your tears

"I really regret my act last night, give me one chance to make us better" he continued

"Um noo" you answered

"Baby what do you mean no" he afraid of the possibility of breaking up and losing you

"Are you not gonna forgive and give me a chance?" he panicking

"I do give you a chance but i cant forgive you yet" you said "It was just too much for me, you know it right?"

"Okay okayy, im glad to hear that thank you sweet" he kissed you

"How do i make it up then baby?"

"With a rope and handcuffs maybe?"

"Oh you want to have playtime? thats easy babe. We just need to get home first"

"Yea playtime but this time im not the one whos being tied and hancuffed"

"You mean me?? hell no" benji refused it

"Okay then no sleeping with me for the next 1 week" you threathen

"Noooo, okay okay babyyy im down for it, youre the dom for tonight's playtime" he smiled

"Yayyy and can i ask one more thing again?"

you pleaded with puppy eyes

"Anything for my baby"

"Can you accompany me to watch barbie and going shopping for barbie related things?"

"Yes you can love, its easier than to be a sub for a playtime" he carresed your cheek

"Now can you forgive me now? I need an official statement from you"

"Yeaa kindaaa"

"I take it as a yes princess, and dont ever you call me Ben again, its terrifying"

You indeed never call him by his real name its always Benji, love, baby, babe, etc, because if you call him by his real name he knows it well that he has messed up real bad with you and he didnt like that also.

"And btw why u didnt tell me about thi" ben asked pointing to your wounded hand

"Dont want u to be worried to much at me while youre on the pitch" you smiled innocently

"Love u have to tell me okay, im sorry i didnt even paying attention to it"

"Its okay, im okay now"

"Have you bring it to the doctor?"

"Yes i have, yesterday and she said its totally okay, i just need to treat it well and change my bandages"

"Hmm i see, lets get home right now and take care your wound okay, you also owe me a story of this little accident"

"I will tell u in car, lets get out pf here right now benjii, im hungryy"

"Lets goo, but kiss me first and say i love you baby"

"Why?? u always like it when i call you Benji"

" I like it but baby is more special to me, also just want to make sure you really forgive me :)"

"I forgive you Mr.Ben Chilwell" you kissed him in a passionate kiss, quite long kiss the you two pull out

"And i really love you baby, thats the reason why i cant stay mad at you" rub your nose against his

"But promise me you will never do that again?"

"Promise princess, i will make you happy, im sorry about yesterday alright love? I really regret it, i love you so much"

You two once again pull in for a kiss and then checked out from the hotel and going home.

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[oh-saints]

will you ever write ben chilwell again? another story or part 2 of 'steward'? he's so underappreciated in this platform 😭

this has been sitting in my ask box for too long and since i'm in the mood to write something while arsenal's losing badly and since he came back yesterday (!), here's (mini) part 2 of this!

tired

while every student celebrated the end of the exam week with a mandatory party, scarlett had to stay behind to review the essays submitted. ben had to come to the rescue to make sure his favourite teacher assistant didn’t collapse.

ben chilwell x ta!OC

word count: 1.2k

scarlett swore she loved her job, despite the dismal hourly wage she was getting as the professor’s assistant. she liked it because it provided her space to learn more than she’d had known on a constant basis, and it was always refreshing to see another perspective coming from the students.

the only thing she didn’t like was the fact she had to stay behind to review all of the essays submitted by the students by the end of the exam week. she had to clock in more hours than usual because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t get everything in time for the scores to be published. it drained her to no ends, she’d usually see no sun on particular times like these.

she detested this aspect of her job more because it’d mean she wouldn’t have the chance to go and see benji’s home games. with her working like a normal person and him serving matches on the weekend, she promised her best effort to try to catch her boyfriend in action whenever she could before he’d take her out somewhere for their date, depending on the time of his matches.

somehow, they made it work. and scarlett didn’t want her professional life got in the way to ruin things that were finally working out for her—aka the whole romantic relationship part of her life. call her selfish, for all she cared.

although benji had said he understood her inability to support him from the stands this time and would love her to finish her tasks instead so they could spend more time together during the university’s winter break, scarlett couldn’t help but be restless as she watched the game from the streaming platform. both due to the stress of her job and due to the guilt gnawing on her for not being able to watch the game in person. but if she could pick, she’d choose the earlier.

only when the referee blew the final whistle did scarlett relax a bit, enabling her to focus on the papers stacked on her table she needed to tackle soon if she wanted to come home to benji this evening.

the clock displayed on her lock screen miraculously showed it was only a quarter past eleven. so much earlier than what scarlett predicted herself to be done and over with the essays. the TA couldn’t recall the last time she did something in such an insane dash, as if she was avoiding a loose dog trying to have a bit of her arse flesh.

maybe letting out a mad cry while working on the papers furiously was a pretty effective help in confidence boost.

as if her reflex was programmed to order uber at such late hour, scarlett unconsciously pressed shortcut button. gosh, she couldn’t wait to be a sleeping beauty on top of her plush bed. but before she could place her uber order, though, a text from the devil himself grazed the top of her screen.

benji

finished?

one sentence, and scarlett shivered—and certainly not because of the typical london’s windy, wintery weather. did she date a sorcerer or something?

yesss thank god, sent.

and it didn't even take him a second to send his reply

benji

good because look up

scarlett could feel her heart jumped out of the ribcage as she looked up as instructed and found benji really wasn’t lying when he said he was here, now wrapped in the same black prada puffer as the one he wore when they first met, leaning against his car.

the streetlamp shed a warm light to illuminate the slightly pink nose, growing red due to the coldness of the winter, but enough to soften his strong, rough features. scarlett found this side of him more endearing than the sight she saw last week, when he had just come out of barber with fresh trim.

realising scarlett had seen him from afar, benji threw his hand up, the waving gesture slashed the little ice bits pulled by gravity.

scarlett had never known how delighted it was to see a familiar face welcoming you after a good, beaten day of work. she could feel excitement bubbling up in her, making her giggling uncontrollably as she picked up her pace to cross the empty road laid between the two of them.

“what of earth are you doing here?”

although the tone condemning—because she wanted him to rest after playing a full 90 minute—scarlett was grinning from ear to ear in pure glee as the footballer caught her in his arms. nothing beat the feeling of sharing an after-match emotions with the one you love the most because good or bad, they’d always have your back. “waiting for you, silly. what else?”

and scarlett wasn’t going to complain about the arms snaking on the back of her waist, shedding any last border between the two, because it felt right. this was why she came to the home games. “didn’t i say i’ll be long?”

“i know,” scarlett pulled away at benji’s response,eyes scanning him up and down in disbelief that he was here, in front of her, in flesh and blood. “glad i didn’t listen to you.”

“but why—”

“and let you catch a taxi or something? at this hour?” scarlett didn’t even notice benji’s other hand, the one which wasn’t waving to her earlier, held the signature paper cup from the little café down the street. at the sight, she could only gasp and doubt her eyes because fucking hell; she didn’t know she could use a cuppa now after long working hours on a wintery day. “not happening under my watch.”

“wha—”

“i don’t wish to wonder why you like them so much when it’s not even breakfast, but it’s your favourite english breakfast tea.”

as much as scarlett wanted to wipe off that little smirk benji was sporting, she couldn’t hide the fact that she was utterly touched by both the gesture and the thought behind it. even more at the fact that benji did indeed remember the uselessly thrown trivial of hers, one she did out of wanting to fill the silence between them once an eclipse ago.

it was supposed to be her cheering him not far from the sidelines, as she’d promised, but he was taking care of her instead. she, in all honesty, couldn’t believe how a(n un)fateful night in stamford bridge could lead her to this wonderful man, willing to accept her as she was and committed to making her happy, despite knowing her for a (extremely) short while only before taking her into a tango dance together.

“what’s the tears for, my love?”

only when benji’s thumb brushed clean the watermark did she realise she was letting tears escape her eyes. she was genuinely touched by this man and couldn’t put words to describe how much she loved him. fuck those people who say it’s too fast for them.

“i’m just so happy you’re here, benji,” scarlett tried to smile in between the tears that kept falling down, chuckling at how ridiculous she might look like right then but benji was there, every step of the way, cupping her face in his palm like he’d been bestowed a dragon egg; his way of telling his girlfriend he wouldn’t go anywhere. “i—thank you.”

with the way scarlett thanked him, exhaustion written all over her face and body, benji couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her, kissing the top of her head as she relaxed under his touch. “no need, sweetheart. i'm just so proud of you.”

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[macybeckham7]

Yours and Chillys child getting jealous because he’s giving his attention to the child’s cousin instead of the. Maybe something longer please x

The curly haired Chilwell woke up from there afternoon nap, they notice their daddy playing in the garden with their cousin. They watched how they both laughed and Ben teaching him some tricks and techniques. A little pout appeared on the young Chilwell’s mouth as they weren’t getting any attention. They were definitely a Daddy’s child and adored him and hated when anyone was near him, even if it was fan. They sit down in the middle of the floor, their bottom lip quivering before fake crying. Still nothing. They took it up another level. Ben fell on floor with the child jumping on him and tickling him. They jump up and pounce on Ben and grabbing his attention, Ben finding it funny and hugged the two kids and giving them equal attention.

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[neverinadream]

Forbidden To Me

Summary: You're forbidden to him but a little bit of touching never hurt anyone.

Pairing: Ben Chilwell x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes

Song Inspo: Own My Mind - Måneskin

Warnings: captain!ben, 18+, minors dni, smut, ehhh....you could probably class this as a forbidden relationship, coworkers (reader works as the club's photographer), dom!ben, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl...), praise kink-ish, fingering, eye contact, aftercare, not edited

Notes: that armband made me feel a lot of things!! i apologise for this being short, i haven't exactly written for ben in a very very long time. did we like it? is what you wanted anon??? anyway, feedback is always appreciated

He pulled the cup of your bra and sucked your nipple into his mouth. "Ben," you gasped, his name coming out like a desperate plea as he bit down on the sensitive skin, leaving a mark in spot where only you could see.

"Already so fucking wet for me, baby," he groans, pushing his hand under your panties. His fingers slip between your slick folds and dragged your arousal from your opening up and over your clit. He loved the way you squirmed underneath him, rolling your hips to chase more friction and the cute whimpers that passed your lips. "You just had to come on this trip, didn't you?" His cock twitches in his shorts and involuntarily fucks the hardened length against your thigh, softly panting against your neck as he kisses up it. "Couldn't have said no?" He nips at your ear.

"I go where the boss wants me," you reply, dragging your fingers through the damp strands of his hair, scratching your nails against his scalp. His eyes flutter shut and he quietly groans, the noise rumbling low his chest. "Besides," you mumble, giving his hair a soft tug to make him look at you, "who's going to make you look pretty in that captain's armband?" Your free hand runs over to spot the white band had been earlier that night, and you bite your bottom lip thinking about the way his bare, tattooed skin had glistened with sweat. A whimper passes your lips and your cunt flutters around the single digit inside you at the thought.

He chuckles low. "Liked it, did you?" He teases, adding a second finger. He hooks them to stroke the soft spot at the front and keeps rubbing your clit with his thumb, applying the right amount of pressure that has you crying his name. "Liked seeing me wearing it?"

"Why do you think I was so wet when you came up here?" You whisper into his ear. "Thought about it so much that I had to touch myself in the shower. Cried your name too as I came."

A giggle dances on your lips as he drops his head into your shoulder, groaning against your warm skin. "Don't say things like that."

"Why not?"

"Because we made a promise to each other-"

"-a very stupid promise-"

"-but a promise nonetheless," he talks over you, disliking the 'no sex' promise you had made in the previous season as much as you did.

He could touch you and you could touch him, but he could never fuck you, or ever ask you out on a date, not unless you both wanted a meeting with the club's HR department. And for now, you had stuck to the promise, even if you were both desperate to experience more.

"You thought about me, huh?" He continues to pump you with his fingers, watching the pleasure build up in your face as you climbed higher to meet your orgasm. He frowned as you closed your eyes. "Eyes open, pretty girl," he instructed, holding your chin, "I want to see exactly how your eyes look when you come apart for me." His eyes poured into yours as you opened them, and you both moaned approvingly.

You whimper, taking a deep breath feeling him slipping in a third finger, and you pulsate around them as he scissors them to fill you up more. "Fucking hell, Ben," you cry, thighs shaking and fisting your hands into the hotel sheets.

"Bet it didn't feel this good, did it? Couldn't take your fingers as good as you take me?" He drops to kiss your forehead. That was another rule: your lips were forbidden to be kissed. "Squeezing me so tightly," he pulls away, bringing his gaze back to your eyes, "ready to come for me?" You nod your head and he tuts. "Say it," he encourages, his voice barely above a whisper, "say: 'I'm ready to come for you'."

You loop your arms around his neck and weave your fingers into the back of his hair. His lips rest against yours as you pull him in closer. "I'm ready to come for you," you repeat his own words, your voice shaking as you struggle to maintain control. You never break eye contact as your orgasm rips through you, and you can barely focus on the words that are coming out of his mouth. You make out "good girl" and "you're doing so well for me," but the rest is history to you.

He collapsed beside you, stroking his fingers gently over the outline of your face. "You look so pretty when you come for me," he murmurs, a smile pinching on the corners of his lips. He props himself up on one elbow and dips to kiss your cheek. "One day, I'm gonna break that promise," he whispers into your ear, pulling away to see your reaction as he says, "have you finally come on my cock and fuck you like you deserve to be fucked."

Heat creeps into your cheeks and you try to wash it away with a deep breath. "But not tonight, Captain," you tell him, tapping your finger lightly against the end of his nose. You purposely added 'Captain' onto the end, giggling once more as he groans and hides his face.

He looks over at the door, knowing he would have to leave soon. "Can I stay a little longer?"

"Sure that's a good idea?" You raise your eyebrow, watching him drag his eyes away from the door and slowly back to you. He shrugs his shoulders. "Fine," you give in, with no persuasion at all, "but I get to be the big spoon."

"Absolutely not!"

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[babygirlbenji]

For You - Ben Chilwell

a/n not totally happy with this one but the rq has been in my inbox for literal months (i started writing this fic in jan 2022 so it's been a long time coming but shit happened and we live, we move and we vibe!

You had started to feel a little off a couple days before Ben’s match. Just a little runny nose, sore throat and the occasional cough, nothing serious. You were self-medicating and trying to get as much rest as possible, but you could feel it was getting worse. 

Sure enough, the morning of the Brentford match dawned with you feeling absolutely rubbish. Your throat burned, every muscle ached and your temperature had soared overnight. You were pretty much laying in a pool of your own sweat. The sun peering through the blinds made your head pound. 

Ben stirred next to you. 

‘Morning, babe,’ he mumbled. Even in your foggy, sickly state, his morning voice still sent shivers down your spine. 

‘Morning.’ Your voice was a mere croak, and it made him sit up, concerned. 

‘You don’t sound good, darling, are you feeling okay?’ He brought the back of his hand to your forehead. ‘Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything?’ 

‘I didn’t want you to worry, I’ll be ok for the match, I just need some more rest,’ you replied, trying to stand up. Your progress was swiftly halted when the room started to spin before your eyes in a sudden wave of dizziness. 

‘There is absolutely no way you are watching any match anywhere other than from the comfort of the sofa in front of the TV. I’m going to go and make you a peppermint tea and some chicken soup you can heat up for lunch.’ You would have complained, but your lack of energy prevented you from doing so. Besides that, you secretly liked Ben taking care of you. You were normally a very healthy person, rarely getting so much as a cold, so him taking care of you was a treat of some sorts. 

As you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the sound of Ben rummaging around in the kitchen carried up the stairs to your ears, followed shortly thereafter by the delicious smell of chicken soup. 

Not long after, Ben came back upstairs, armed with Sudafed tablets, a hot water bottle, a mug of peppermint tea and your laptop, which you had left downstairs on the coffee table after doing some uni work. 

‘I feel bad for leaving you like this…’ he admitted as he dropped the essentials on the bed, leaning over to stroke your hair back from your forehead. You shrugged weakly.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll be fine in a couple days. Not as bad as swine flu or laryngitis.’ You couldn’t help but wince at the memory of having swine flu and laryngitis; the two illnesses had got you down less than 18 months apart, and it was the most sick you had ever been. Ben was so worried about you, he called the non-emergency line twice when you had swine flu. 

‘Nothing will ever be as bad as that horrid swine flu. Sure you’ll be ok? Mum is on the end of the phone for anything, Dele and Harry are about 15 minutes away if you need anything, I’ll tell the team what’s going on so if I get a call from you I’ll get subbed off so I can be here…’ You just about had enough energy to giggle and take his hand. 

‘Baby, I am fine. Just a little cold. Go do your job, I’ll be here when you get back.’ He bent down to kiss your forehead, ignoring your protests, before letting you go back to sleep. 

*

When you woke up, you saw that it was just before kick off. You were feeling a little better having had some more sleep, so you kicked back the covers, popped on a hoodie of Ben’s, and shuffled downstairs to watch the game on the TV. 

The team news came through on the Chelsea app, and you were delighted to see that Ben was starting. Even though you knew he wasn’t going to see it until after the match, you sent him a Snapchat of you curled up on the sofa, watching the match. After that, you texted him saying ‘good luck baby, cheering you on as always!!🤍 xx’ 

The match started, but you were only slightly paying attention. Your body had been fighting this horrid cold as hard as it could, and you were exhausted. The match continued and you were only just about able to follow the match in between power naps. 

Just before halftime, however, came the moment both you and Ben had been waiting for all season. 

You sat bolt upright, cheering softly through your croaky voice, as Ben celebrated his goal. The camera zoomed into him, and he made a heart with his hands and pointed at the camera. You sent him a heart back, even though he couldn’t see, and texted him ‘I told you it would come. I am so proud of you. You deserve this! See you soon, I love you🤍’. The halftime coverage started, and you allowed yourself to sit back down on your pillows, basking in the glory of your boyfriend’s goal. You knew it was coming, like you’d said to him in your text, it was just a case of him realising it. 

*

When you awoke next, it was the door closing that stirred you from your slumber. 

‘Darling?’ Ben’s voice was quiet as he padded through the house. You were vaguely aware of him walking over to you, placing a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. ‘You awake, sweetheart?’ 

You fumbled out a tiny ‘yes’, still foggy with sleep and sickness. 

‘Temperature’s gone down, that’s good.’ 

‘You scored.’ He chuckled, knowing you weren’t exactly ‘with it’. 

‘I did, darling, for you.’ Even in your slightly delirious stupor, your cheeks still flushed at his sweet comment. ‘Come on, darling, let’s get you to bed.’ You began to stand up, but soon felt yourself get swooped up into his arms bridal-style, smelling his cologne on his neck as you nuzzled your face into his neck. 

‘Mmm, I missed you,’ you hummed groggily as he carefully manoeuvred you upstairs to your bedroom. 

‘I was only gone for a few hours, darling,’ he chuckled in response. 

‘But when one is sick it feels like much longer.’ Another chuckle left his lips, and you felt him kiss the top of your head. 

‘Does one also go all posh when you get sick?’ You didn’t have enough energy to give him a retort back, just scoffing lightly. 

Ben gently placed you on the bed, pulling the duvet up over you to keep you warm. You heard him in the ensuite next to your room, showering quickly and brushing his teeth. It was oddly comforting to hear him potter about in the bathroom, and by the time he came out of the bathroom, you were nearly fast asleep. 

He turned off the lights, and clambered into bed beside you. 

‘Want a cuddle, gorgeous? Or are you too hot?’ You didn’t have the energy to answer. Instead, you snuggled in close to him. His chest rumbled with a chuckle, an arm finding its way around your shoulders to pull you into his side. ‘Always up for a cuddle, that’s one of the many things I love about you, darling.’ The energy had completely gone, leaving you nothing to reply with. Ben knew, though, that you loved him. You didn’t have to, most of the time. It was in the way you looked at him, the way you went to every match you could even with your busy work schedule, the way you ran up to him after matches with the most radiant smile on your face, the way you always made sure you had a plate of dinner ready for him if it was a late finish… The little things added up, and Ben wasn’t great at maths, but he knew it added up to a whole lot of love from you, and he always made sure you felt it from him. 

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[captainwans]

LOVE IS (NOT) EASY.

 — B. CHILWELL

pairing: ben chilwell x fem! reader

summary: reliving the harsh words that were shared between the pair, she came to a conclusion that love is definitely not easy.

warning: angst, mentions of curse words, brief injury description, and fluff at the end. happy reading, dolls! <3

word count:  1,4k | ( gif not mine! )

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… [Y/N] STARED AT NOTHING IN PARTICULAR, her heavy eyes darting across the room with a vacant expression. Her mind relived back to the fight she had with Ben a few hours ago, lingering inside her mind making her want to slam her head against the wall. To say she was having a hard time was an understatement. Her workplace was a literal shitshow, with her boss always nagging and criticizing her every move. One of her closest friends got into an accident, and her important appointments got canceled last minute. At first, she thought speaking to Ben about her troubles would make her feel better, but knowing his critical state, she wasn’t so sure anymore. She thought her situation would get a little better by his presence but instead got a punch in her gut. His words pierced through her chest—like a knife was being held over a fire.

   “You’re having a hard time? Fucking look at me, I can’t even walk properly.” Ben chastised, his piercing stare making her feel smaller.

   She knew how much his knee injury took a toll on him. She’s been by his side ever since he hit rock bottom. From helping him take on his clothes to carrying him on her back— quite literally, was tough on her too, but she loved him to pieces and knew that he couldn’t handle it all on his own. They had their small moments, but this time his words remained glued to her brain, squeezing her skull and making her want to get on her knees and pour her heart out.

   “Don’t do that. Don’t pull your shit onto me, alright? I’m so fucking sick and tired of you blaming everything on me. I gladly let you get vulnerable in front of me, but why can’t I get the same treatment back? You’re my boyfriend, aren’t you supposed to do the same thing?” [Y/N] snapped, her tone dripped with spite.

   A lump formed inside her throat and she looked up, her eyes glistening from the light above her. She clenched her jaw, aggressively blinking to prevent any tears to fall. A dark cloud entered her chest, squeezing her lungs making her let out a shaky breath. Her lips grew thin and she loudly sniffled, rubbing her face with her trembling hand.

   Her lips emitted another sigh before opening her mouth, “You can enter the kitchen, you know. It’s your house after all,” she spat, her voice hoarse and dry. She leaned her back against the counter, her arms crossed as she watched him enter the kitchen.

    A look of shame was etched onto his features, his eyebrows furrowed along with a clutched jaw, and [Y/N] wondered if his jaw would break by how tight it was clenched. She watched him nearing her, his hesitant steps making her heart churn with every breath she took. His bright blue eyes were replaced with shallow and sunken eyes. She watched him open his mouth, but she shook her head.

  “Don’t. I don’t wanna hear it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but he heard her. She looked into his eyes, her stoic expression slowly turning softer. The corner of her lips pulled down, shaking as she tried to stop the overwhelming emotion from taking over her. She brought a hand over her mouth, her eyes staring through empty space as her mind went into melancholia.

    Ben’s chest tightened, feeling his throat close making him almost choke on air. The guilt was slowly, painfully eating him from the inside and he wanted nothing more than to take his words back, but he couldn’t and that left him with a heavy heart. His brows pulled up, knitting in the middle as he contemplated his next move. He knew she wanted distance, but he couldn’t help but inch closer to wipe away a lone tear from her cheek.

    [Y/N] looked at him, feeling his hand gently drifting to hold the side of her neck as his thumb brushed her jaw. She allowed her body to sink into his warmth, her eyes closing in the process as she reminisced about his touch—oh how much she missed his touches.

   Ben’s lip curved up slightly, slowly inching closer. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and gently titled her head with his hand. He watched her opening her eyes, her glossy eyes avoiding his. He opened his mouth but closed it, his words stuck in his throat. He sighed, his fingers softly drawing circles on her skin.

    As much as she tried to keep it in, she couldn’t and her body betrayed her. She fell into his arms, her arms tightly holding his waist as she let her guard down. She gasped between her cries, making her have a hard time catching a breath. She felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her closer to his body as he slowly rocked them back and forth.

    Ben sniffled, hiding his face in her hair, and squeezed her tighter, afraid if she could disappear at any second. He let her pour her heart out, her cries making his heart clench. “It’s okay, darling. I got you.” he whispered into her ear, profusely muttering his apologies.

    She let out a whimper, slowly pulling away. She met his pained expression, his glistening eyes mirroring hers. “I’m sorry, Ben. I-I’m so so sorry.” she stuttered, her voice cracking making him shake his head.

   Ben cupped her face with his hands, his eyes slightly wide at her words. “No, no, baby. I’m the one who’s supposed to apologize. You’re right, [Y/N], I’m your boyfriend. I have one job, and I can’t even do that. Therapy has been hard, along with training, but that doesn’t explain the argument we had. I’m the one to blame, not you. I acted like a complete fool and didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I know you’re in a rough patch right now and you don’t deserve that—any of it. I’m sorry for not being there for you enough like you’re there for me.” He expressed, his voice wavering.

   Hot tears trickled down his face and he quickly wiped them with his wrist. He looked down, a deep scowl forming on his handsome features. Ben sniffled, “It makes me feel like a bad boyfriend. I feel so guilty and horrible at the fact that you put aside your needs aside to make me feel better. It’s not fair, [Y/N]. It’s not fucking fair.” he blubbered, his chin trembling like a child.

     [Y/N]’s eyes softened, feeling her heart bleed. She reached out, brushing his hair away from his face before cupping his cheek. She leaned his forehead against his, her other hand grasping his trembling hand. She pressed light kisses on his knuckles before turning her gaze to him, already meeting his blue eyes lovingly looking at her like a lost puppy.

   She gave him a tired smile, her other hand caressing his stubbed jaw. “You’re not a bad boyfriend, Ben. You’re doing everything you can to make me happy while you’re managing your injury, and that’s enough. I can’t imagine how hard it must feel to not play on the field. It’s your passion—your dream, and it sucks that you can’t be able to engage in the one thing that matters to you the most. I get that, baby. I don’t expect you to return my treatments because I know, very well, that it’s hard for you to do. But maybe a little extra attention would’ve been nice—just you listening would be enough for me.” she admitted, giving him another soft smile, her teary eyes glimmering in the moonlight from the window.

    Ben clenched his jaw, biting his lip to prevent himself from breaking down. He nodded, his eyebrows knitted together, and inched closer to feel her warmth. “And I will. I will listen to you, sweetheart. God, I love you so much, [Y/N]. I don’t wanna lose you, ” he breathed, closing his eyes with a grimace, feeling his face bruised from all the crying.

    She grabbed his chin, gently tilting it up as she leaned in. Ben’s eyes closed, his lips brushing against hers as he moved closer. “Oh, honey, you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not,” [Y/N] breathed with a small giggle before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, which he responded with a sigh as he rested a hand on the curve of her hips, his other hand holding her cheek.

    Ben slowly pulled away, his forehead leaning against hers. His lips curved upwards, a fond smile resting on his handsome features. He planted a chaste kiss on her lips before voicing his thoughts. “Sounds good to me, gorgeous.”

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[footballerimaginess]

Please could you do a blurb about going on holiday with Chilly?

You and Ben were on holiday, you had both picked a place where you wanted to go and it was your ultimate dream trip. A safari in Africa. You were just so excited, seeing all the animals was your absolute dream. "Ben this is such a dream come true, I can't believe this. Look how close we are" you grinned as you watched the giraffe walk in front of the car. "This is incredible" Ben whispered as he took a video of the giraffe as he watched in complete awe of the animals he'd seen on this trip. "I feel so lucky to be here with you" you whispered as you held onto his arm, leaning your head on his arm. "Me too"

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[alltoolewis]

You’re dating Ben for a while now and his friends adore you because you are very outgoing and not like all the other girls that throw themselves at his feet at all times. Ben throws you a surprise party for your birthday at the club and he can’t stop smiling because he realised you are the one for him xxx

End Game- Ben Chilwell ✨

Thank you so much for requesting!! I've missed writing for Ben so much! Hope you enjoy this sweetie! (This is possibly the worst thing I have ever wrote... sorry haha) 🤍

Summary- After throwing you a surprise birthday party, Ben comes to realisation that you are his end game... (Not proofread)

It was safe to say you weren't Ben's normal type of girl... him normally opting for the Instagram model type, who craves the life of a WAG! & Instead, he found himself you- a quirky university student, who prefers a night in battling his friends with a game of FIFA rather than the glitz and glam of his lavish lifestyle!

Despite being nervous to first meet his friends, you surprisingly got on like a house fire! Loving how laid back you are- not being afraid to banter with their silly behavior or let them know when they getting out of line! But most importantly they loved how happy you made Ben! Never seeing their friend so content with a girl before. Ben knew you were different from the first time you met... that day in the little café outside of Cobham, where you helped a elderly lady pay for her coffee... he knew he had met someone special- making a promise that day that he would make sure he made you feel just as loved as you made him... and that's what he did!

---- "Right baby... I'm off to training..." Ben sang through your apartment, causing your head to pop up from the book you had been reading...

"You're going training today..." you whispered, eyes feeling with tears as you realised he had actually 'forgot' what day it was...

"What's wrong love...? I won't be long..." Ben cooed, wrapping his arms around you, he knew what was getting you worked up, but he didn't want to ruin what had been a 2 month's plan, a part of him feeling guilty for lying but he knew it was worth it at the end of the day "I'm fine..." You sniffled, giving him a fake smile wiping your nose scruffily on the sleeve of his sweatshirt you had claimed "It's just..." Sighing you gave up telling him, instead coming up with the first excuse that popped in your head "I'll just miss you..."

"I'll miss you too gorgeous..." He laughed, pecking your temple gently before grabbing his keys "I promise I won't be long..." His eyes grew wide as he checked his phone the time already being later than he promised them that he would arrive... "I'll see you later baby... got to go!"

"Bye..." You whispered to the closed door, sighing as you threw yourself on the couch! Your phone remained silent as you prayed that someone would remember... someone had to... "Happy birthday to me I guess..."

------

Hours passed as you preoccupied yourself with old re-runs of friends, hoping that Ben would walk through the door, a birthday card in his hand apologizing for leaving you alone for most of the day! But much to your surprise...he never!

"Where the hell is he..." You mumbled under your breath, pulling out your phone to see it was way past the time training normally ended!

"hi this is Ben... sorry I can't come to the phone right now... please feel free to leave a message after the annoying beep!"

"For god sake..." You groaned, as his phone yet again went through voicemail "Where are you!" Not knowing what else to do you dialed Mason... knowing if your boyfriend was going to be anywhere it would be with his best friend!

"Hi (y/n)…" Mason said slowly as if he was trying to catch someone's attention "What's up chuck..." "Mason... do you know where Ben is... he should of finished training now and he hasn't come home... what if something happened... what-" You rambled, eyes tearing up as every bad scenario came into your head. "(y/n)... relax, he's with me.." Mason softly interrupted "I wanted to show him something at mine and we've got carried away... I'll tell him to get his arse home to you!" "No, it's okay..." You sighed in relief, heart slightly breaking at the fact he chose to spend his time with Mason rather than you on your birthday "You guys have fun-"

*bang* You heard over the phone, along with a bunch of laughter... "What was that?" You questioned, pushing the phone closer into your ear in hopes to get a better hearing of it. "Oh nothing..." Mason panicked "I have to go love... bye!"

"Wait Mas-" But it was too late... he already hung up! Leaving you once again on your own to make your own birthday entertainment...

-----

8:30pm... 8:30pm was the time when he came back! Hands ran through his gelled hair as he wore a stressed out expression on his face- which quickly changed to concern as he spotted you curled up on the couch, tears pouring out of your eyes!

"Baby..." Ben mumbled, crouching down in front of the couch as he placed his hand on your thigh causing you to stare at him with hooded eyes "What's wrong doll-"

"Where were you..." You whimpered, tucking yourself further into the cover "Mason said you were with him but that was hours ago and I thought you'd at least call me back... It's my birth-"

"Shit!" Ben cursed, patting his trouser in search for something "I left my phone at Mason's... want to come with me?"

"Are you serious right now?..." You laughed in disbelief, getting ready to throw the cover further over your head until his arms stopped you, lifting you up bridal style, carrying you out of the flat "Yep... come on! How about I treat you to a mcflurry on the way back!"

"I don't really have a choice do I?..." You laughed as you he places you down on the passenger seat, leaving a kiss on your cheek before he hopped over to his... "No baby... you don't!"

---------------

"Are you sure he would have it & he wouldn't have left it at his house?" You questioned as Ben pulled into the fancy club carpark Mason claimed he was going tonight! "Yep... this is the place..." Ben laughed, clipping his seatbelt off "You coming or not?" he chuckled as you remained still..

"I thought you were just going..." You replied shyly, thinking that he was just going to run in and out so you could get home. "Nope.. If I have to go in there baby so do you!" Clipping off your seatbelt for you he whisked around your side of the car "After you m'lady..."

"Look at the state of me..." You groaned, scrapping your feet across the concrete as you did the long walk to the entrance, still dressed in Ben's sweatshirt and a pair of leggings "There's no way they way they'll let me in looking like a tramp!"

Ben threw his head back in laughter, grabbing your hand as he pulled you towards to the front security, who surprisingly let you in without any questioning...it was like they were waiting for you...

Turning your head towards Ben, you raised your eyebrow up "Why is it so dar-"

"SUPRISE!!!!"

Your hands flew to your mouth as all your close friends and family stood in front of you, hats on their heads as huge balloons spelling out your name floated across the ceiling!

"W-what.. what are you all doing here..." You cried, covering your face as Ben wrapped his arms from behind you. "Happy birthday baby!" "I thought you forgot..."

"How could ever forget your birthday!" Mason gasped, running up to you to spin you around "We fucking adore..!" "We even set up a FIFA corner!" Reece laughed, pointing over to the corner where the chairs were already set up...

Ben's heart warmed as he seen the mixture of your friends and his crowd around you! Showering you with love and wishes... The worry of your outfit no longer being a concern as you danced along to the sound of the backstreet boys with his teammates, taking the piss out of Christians poor dance moves...

"You really love her don't you..." Your mother interrupted his trance, putting her own hand around his shoulder. "More than anything..." Ben smiled, watching as you laughed along with Tom. His eyes landed on your ring finger, picturing a shiny band on it!

"She's end game..."

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