#ben white imagine

[chilly-me-softly]

Can you do something with Ben White, he is in Doha for the word Cup but the two of you have argued and you love him a lot. Y/n and Ben have a newborn son and he has a cold and you are worried.. thank you in advance 🤍 (sorry for my English)

Wrote this before he withdrew from the squad

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Having a baby change everything from the way you think to your priorities; everything begins to be planned with them in mind in order to make them feel good. Or so you thought...

You were happy about Ben's call-up to the world cup, you still are. Yet there were days when bickering was not missing in your house, leading you to be nervous and consequently causing your barely one-month-old baby to be more nervous than usual. Exhausted didn't fully express how you felt.

"I don't understand" and yet Ben misses no opportunity to resume the same conversation that has been going on within those walls for days now.

"Again?" you sigh dejectedly, the only thing you want is to take advantage of the fact that the baby is finally resting so that you can do the same if only for a little while. But he doesn't understand that.

"Yes, again. And do you know why? Because it's not fucking fair"

"Ben I warn you, change that attitude or don't start at all"

"Everyone will be there, everyone. What am I supposed to say when they notice I'll be the only one alone?"

"The truth. That the baby is still too young to travel"

"Because you don't want to"

"You really think you have it all figured out? - your voice drops a tone, defeated and bitter at yet another failed communication between the two of you since the baby's birth - have you ever stopped to think about what it might mean for me, for us, to move with a newborn? I feel like I've just found some stability since he was born and just the thought of having to do it all over again alone in a place I don't know surrounded by strangers scares me... but you don't care anyway. You only think about yourself, about showing your family around five minutes after the game while I'm the one who has to take care of everything else!"

The baby's crying is the only thing in the background after your outburst while he looks at you without saying anything. So you take the opportunity to walk away, to put some space between the two of you as you go to quiet the baby.

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The days before departure are the strangest. Some go by as if you were a normal family that has just had a baby, enjoying every moment ahead of his departure; others as if you were strangers under the same roof, shifty glances and unspoken thoughts.

And that is how he leaves, after a small party with friends and family to wish him luck, to join his teammates almost a week before the start of the world cup. Every evening or whenever he has free time he calls you to see you both; there is always a smile on his face, the focus on the boy, but still on facetime is always easier to hide things.

When he calls you on the third day he can sense that something is wrong just by seeing you. He had just finished dinner with some of the boys but had wandered off looking for a quiet place so you could talk freely.

"He didn't sleep at all last night. He's so fussy. And I think he has some sort of flu"

"Did you call my mum or yours?"

"Yeah, I spoke to them just now. I also called the paediatrician but he wasn't available" the desperation is clear in your voice as you huff trying to push back the tears that are trying to come out.

"Babe - Ben sighs, looking for the best way to infuse you with his closeness - breathe, you've got this under control..."

"He's so little, I don't know what to do"

"Okay now listen to me, ask your mother or sister to stay with you tonight. Just so you're calmer and you can try to get some rest too"

"Ugh I should have listened to you and taken him somewhere warmer" you sigh and really the distance right now doesn't help.

"That could have happened here too. And you're right, probably in a foreign place you would have gone even crazier"

"I'm not going crazy - you reply promptly snatching a laugh from him - I'm just worried about my baby"

"I know" a hysterical cry breaks free in the air just then and you step away for a moment only to go and retrieve the baby leaving Ben waiting. When you return he can actually notice the slightly flushed cheeks typical of a few lines of fever.

"How is he?"

"He doesn't seem any warmer than before" you murmur, resting your lips on his forehead for a moment. "Oh the paediatrician is calling me back. Talk later?"

"Yeah, let me know as soon as you're done" the call disconnects soon after leaving him bitter at what he meant to say, staring at your profile picture picturing you and the baby in one of the many photos he took of you during that period.

Part 2

#ben white #ben white imagine #ben white imagines #ben white one shot #football imagine #football imagines

[oh-saints]

Can you write for Ben White? I know it's like a lot to ask since he's not that much of a popular demand around here but since you're an Arsenal fan and all..

of course, nonny! i hope this satisfies you!

safe

with ben’s consistent business trip, he just wants you to be safe while he’s away.

ben white x you

word count:

tw: mention of sarah everard’s case

note: happy valentine’s day, lovelies! <3 taking a little break from the plentiful of rúben’s request. but as usual, i happen to write at dawn so this is yet to be proof-read.

“have a safe trip, honey.”

and as soon as ben ties up his shoelace, he walks back to the woman he loves, the axis to his presence, the epicentrum to his life. he pecks you one last time before snuggling his way to your neck, burying himself in your smell once more before Qatar deprives him of you.

“please take care of yourself, too.”

ben’s laugh is muffled by his hoodie you always wear whenever he goes for away matches, and the combination of his hoodie and your shampoo dizzies ben in the head because he knows he misses you already, despite still having you in his arms.

“please take care of yourself, too, my love,” he mumbles, before his nose makes his way towards the side of your neck, the back of your ears, and he feels you trembling at his slightest touch. oh how much he’s going to miss that… “but i really need to go.”

you laugh at his words because wasn’t it him that comes back crawling to you just seconds ago?

“and i need you to promise me something.”

ben isn’t a stranger to the word promise, he’d promised you so many things as long as he’s capable of. but this time, his sentence startles you, for he asks you to do something for him. it’s nearly unheard of in your relationship with ben.

“what is it?”

“i want you to use my car everywhere you go.”

now you’re stunned. because it certainly is a big favour to ask, coming from him. because he knows you’re not into this whole concept of driving—you proclaim you’re the worst driver in London and that supposedly says a lot, for you can’t save your patience for the crazy cyclists and those cowboy drivers.

“why?”

“i want you to be safe.”

“but the tube’s sa—”

“no, not that. i’m actually not worried about you riding the tube or buses or else,” ben says, and while doing so he stares you down. he means business, you realise. he only shows that face twice; a) when he’s playing on the field and someone tries to bring him down, b) once when you were harassed in the club. “i’m more worried at the fact you have to walk from the station or bus stop to here. somebody could’ve done unimaginable things to you while walking and i’d be fucked if something happens to you just because i can’t prevent it from happening.”

the reality dawns on you at that moment.

days ago, when you and ben stumbles upon the news of a woman reported lost and found killed at the hands of the police who couldn’t take a no for life, ben couldn’t believe his eyes. he had to ask you the question of which the answer he dreaded for—“have you been in that position? where a man can’t take your no?” “what do you think i carry those pepper spray for?”—and now it seems like the news have been bugging his consciousness.

he just wants you to be safe when you go somewhere and when you come back home. no one in this world deserves that kind of feeling when you’re scared of what happens when you say yes but more frightened at the thought of what might happen if you say no.

“i can’t let anything happen to you,” ben shakes his head at his own intrusive thoughts. “and i won’t. not when i’m still breathing.”

ben white surely loves his cars but he definitely and absolutely loves you more.

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[loveactionsspeaklouder]

i’m not the only one

I have loved you for many years Maybe I am just not enough You’ve made me realise my deepest fear By lying and tearing us up

“My life used to be perfect. I had everything I had ever wanted. A loving boyfriend, a beautiful house and three gorgeous dogs. But that all changed last summer. Two months ago, I lost the person I was. The memories, the happiness and the love I felt were now a distant memory. Now, I was empty. I had hatred, sadness and anger, but that soon left. I was alone, with only my thoughts as little company. I was broken. And I couldn’t be pieced back together.”

“Benjamin William White was the sole reason for my once happiness. He was the reason I woke up with a smile on my face. If he was sad, I was sad. If he was happy, I was happy. If he was angry, I was angry. He was my soulmate, my best friend and my one true love. Until he became a stranger. He became the reason for my illness, the reason I have to speak to someone. He was the person who broke me.”

“If you would have spoken to me two months ago, I would have told you about our wonderful memories; I would have told you how I depended on him, how I missed him when he went training or how I only thought about seeing his face when I finished work. I would have told you how he would never betray me. But like everything else in my life, I was wrong.”

“I remember it was a Tuesday; Ben was due to fly back from Ibiza in three days, his holiday destination after the Euros. When he told me he was going with friends, I wasn’t bothered, I knew he was still upset over the result and needed to relax. I recall it being a sunny day, thinking I could take the dogs on a long walk. I woke up to several messages from my friends and family, urging my response. The next few moments are a blank. I can just hear my heartbeat as I feel my heart-breaking piece by piece. With every word I read, the weaker I became.”

‘England’s Ben White seen kissing scantily clad blonde woman on-board a yacht in Ibiza’

“I sat in silence for an hour. I watched the clock tick by, my phone ring several times, my tears fall quicker and quicker down my cheeks. I didn’t know if I was awake, I thought I was asleep and I was in a nightmare. But I was awake and the nightmare didn’t stop.”

@isabellejones: hey. I know you don’t know me but I have something to tell you…

@daniellej: I’m so sorry, I should have told you earlier...

@millya: I really didn’t know about you, I’m so s…

@jessssjones: I don’t think I’m the only one, it was a one-time thing and I…

“A five-year relationship, instantly ruined in minutes. One girl, two girls, three girls. I didn’t know when the messages were going to stop. In total I had received messages from six women, six different women telling me how they had slept with my boyfriend. How they had fallen in love with him and he had promised them the world; a house, a relationship, his love, everything that I had.”

“I immediately packed up my belongings from the house; I didn’t take everything because I didn’t want to keep remembering the heartbreak I had endured. Walking away from the life and house we shared was hard; five years of memories, every room I stepped foot in rendered me into tears. I blocked his number, his social media, I removed every trace of him from my phone and my life. I called his mum and told her what had happened; she cried, she yelled and she apologised.”

“What happened when you saw Ben after you left?” my therapist asked. Julie was a quiet woman, but she was a woman who listened to everything I had to say. (Probably because it’s her job!) “Is your encounter the reason you came to see me?”

I nodded. She wasn’t lying and I’d be stupid to lie to her. “I really should have come to see you when it first happened, when I eventually broke, but I didn’t have the strength to do it. I sat in my kitchen covered in smashed plates and blood and I still didn’t want to get help.”

I sighed. I knew talking about this was going to be hard and I wasn’t wrong. Reminding myself of every emotion I had faced was tough, but I was determined to power through. “I was supposed to be working a party. I turned up at the address and met the owners, to my surprise, it was Ben’s parents. I didn’t know what to say or how to act. How was I supposed to work their party? Why was I even offered the job? Carole was the one to request me.”

“The night was actually alright. I interacted with the family and guests; they all asked me how I’d been, which I obviously lied about. I couldn’t tell them that a week ago I was in hospital with injuries I had caused myself. I couldn’t reveal the pain I was going through. But they soon realised when I finally saw Ben walk in with his new girlfriend. We had only been broken up for two months but he had already found another girl, a totally different one to the various of others he had been speaking to during our relationship.”

“Did you speak?”

“We did. We didn’t speak for long, I didn’t have much to say. Once I saw him I knew my decision was correct, I just needed to let him know that I didn’t regret it. It was the push I needed to get myself out of this hole I was in. I stopped crying, stopped screaming, stopped being angry. But most importantly, I stopped caring. I can’t start a new chapter in my life if I’m always delving into the previous ones.”

You say I'm crazy 'Cause you don't think I know what you've done But when you call me baby I know I'm not the only one

#ben white #ben white imagine #football imagine #arsenal

[marvelmusing]

White Picket Fence

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Billy and you have to go undercover as a newly married couple in the suburbs, and you’re certain your house is bugged so it’s 24/7 of you two acting like a married couple.

Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, little bit of wife kink

A/N: I wrote this very quickly so sorry if there’s loads of mistakes, also there might be some more from this AU at some point??

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“Come on sweetheart, cum around my cock.” Your grip on Billy slips, as your mind goes fuzzy, and you lose yourself to the sensation of Billy fucking hard into you. “Nice and tight so I cum inside you.”

Your body is practically folded in half, with your entire pussy exposed to Billy as he thrusts into you.

“You gonna hold my cum inside you sweetheart? Gonna be a good little wife for me and make sure it takes?”

“Yes William, fuck please.” He had chosen to use his full name during this mission, to give him a little anonymity whilst still keeping it easy for you both to remember. No one’s called him William in years - and now you’re crying out his name, begging him to fill you up.

There’s tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, and Billy caresses your face as gently as he can. Your lips meet in an all-consuming kiss, leaving you gasping as you tighten around his cock.

“Please,” you whine, your voice breaking as you plead. “Will, please, give me a baby.” His hips stutter at your words, and he all but growls against your shoulder as he increases his pace, drawing a gasp from you.

A smirk flickers over his lips, though he’s soon gritting his teeth as he continues to pound into you.

“Yeah? You want that? Want me to fill you up to the brim? Knock you up with my baby?” You nod weakly as pleasure floods through your entire body.

“God yes.” You moan softly, before adding in a small voice. “Wanna make my husband a daddy.”

Billy groans at your words, he knows he won’t last much longer - not with imagining coming home to you, his perfect little wife with his baby. Even if it’s only for the few months you two will be on this mission - he’s going to take every opportunity he can get to be inside you. He rubs his fingers in firm circles over your clit, and you clench even harder around him as you orgasm with a whimper of his name. A few more thrusts, then Billy is following behind you, filling your pussy up with his cum.

The two of you lie still for a moment, basking in your highs.

Billy adjusts your hips slightly, ensuring that you’re comfortable, before he lies down over you, his cock still buried inside you. You hum contentedly, and Billy smiles at you.

“Gotta make sure it takes, don’t we sweetheart?” You nod, barely even processing his words, just knowing that it’s Billy so whatever he’s saying will be right for you both. He smooths a large hand over your hair, and your eyes flutter closed as you sigh softly. You wrap your arms around his waist, keeping him pressed close against your body.

It’s several long moments before Billy decides it’s time to move, much to your displeasure. You hold tight onto his waist, shaking your head.

“Sweetheart, I gotta pull out eventually.”

Completely unable to see the logic of his words, you whine quietly, the thought of not being full of him anymore seeming awful to you.

Billy pouts in sympathy, pressing his forehead against yours before he leaves several soft kisses on your lips.

“You gotta let go of me sweetheart. I’m not going far, I promise.” You bite down on your lip, before nodding at him. He presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, as he lifts himself up to pull out of you. The cool air of the room creeps over your body and you whine at the lack of contact with Billy. You cling onto him, preventing him from moving any further away.

“Billy, where you goin’?” He smiles at the sleepy slur to your voice, and the innocence of your question. He leaves another kiss on your face - your forehead this time.

“Gonna clean us up, we’re all messy.” You hum in response, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Like bein’ messy.” Billy laughs softly,

“Maybe, but you won’t like it in the mornin’ sweetheart.” You’re too weak to stop him from walking to the bathroom, and he returns with a warm cloth which he runs gently over your body, taking particular care between your legs.

You keep mumbling his name, in a small needy tone that tugs at Billy’s heartstrings.

He tosses the cloth in the laundry hamper, before sliding into bed beside you. You immediately wrap an arm, and leg, around Billy to pull him closer. With a small smile on his face, Billy wraps an arm around your waist to tug your body over his.

You lie draped completely over Billy’s body, nuzzling your face into the space between his collarbones. Billy’s heartbeat is strong beside your ear, and the fuzzy feeling from earlier still hasn’t faded. Your eyelids are heavy, and you press a tiny kiss to Billy’s chest before sleep begins to drag you away.

“Love you Billy.” You mumble quietly. Finally saying the words you had been so afraid of.

Billy tightens his hold on you. Masquerading as a married couple, Billy had prepared himself to hear those words, and to say them back.

But not like this. Not with you so vulnerable, buried in his arms as you fall asleep.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, before his response is whispered against your hairline.

“I love you too.”

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Billy Russo Tag List: @blackbirddaredevil23 @restingbitchsblog @tiredbeebo @rafaelakelley @theysayitscrazy @hummelmi @nyx2021 @skybridgerton @dragon-of-winterfell @profoundme444 @misstimeless @booksandbenbarnes

#billy russo #white picket fence au #billy russo x reader #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #billy russo x female reader #billy russo smut #billy russo imagine #billy russo drabble #billy russo the punisher #the punisher au #marvel au #marvel x reader #ben barnes

[lexusiswriting]

A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 1 of ?

Hi guys! Long time no see.

I missed writing so much and here I am, trying to make a comeback. This will be a Ricky Olson/ Horror love story and we will see together how many parts it will have.

NOTE: Ricky will not be present in the first part, being more of an introduction to the story.

Warnings: none.

I hope you'll enjoy it and by box is open if you think I can put your ideas into something nice.

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“Lexus, you’ve got 5 minutes!”

“Alright, I’m coming!”

I am rushing to the stage while trying to dodge the many people that were on my way. Today was a big day for us, our second studio album being released on the last day of our American tour. We tried to keep it a secret and tonight the fans are going to hear one of the singles.

Being a little nervous is a misunderstanding, because I am terrified. The whole band united to make something better than the first album, where we tried different things to show we can do more. We are not dreaming of going #1 on the charts, we only want to hear our fans saying they are proud of what we want to become.

Now I’m in the backstage, waiting for the guys to prepare my entrance. We always try to do something different and today, Seth, the drummer, came with an idea. He will play a little solo, giving a little hint about the first song on the setlist. After that Andrew, who plays bass, will do the same thing. In the end, Xander, the guitarist, will be the last one to have his moment which will mark my entrance. And that moment is happening now.

I only hear screaming and I can barely see any faces from the lights. But I always feel like home while on stage. In that moment all of my fears disappeared, being replaced with excitement for doing what I love.

“Let’s rock this place out!”

If there is a thing I hate about myself is that I will never be a morning person. My alarm started to ring so loud that I could feel the vibration in my brain. I tried to stop it and I failed miserably when the phone fell on the floor. When I reached out for it I saw a message from Xander:

~ Wake up you piece of sunshine, we have business to do. ~

Getting out of bed was my main business at the moment. I went to the bathroom and saw that I completely forgot to take my make-up off last night. Tried to repair the damage and made myself look a little more presentable I made my way up to Xander’s room.

“Look who finally decided to show up looking like a mess.”

“Such a sweetheart. I’m sorry I did not get all glammed up for your poor little eyes.”

“At least you are not losing your sense of humour when you barely sleep.”

Well, that’s true. About both things, of course. My sense of humour? One of a kind. Sleeping schedule? A completely mess. This tour got all the life out of me but I know now we have a couple of months free to prepare the international tour for the new album.

“The manager called and apparently we are going to play some shows.”

“Where? Last night we finished the tour, isn’t that enough?”

“Don’t give me this attitude cause you’ll love it. It’s about Warped Tour.”

We had a thing that I hate and now a thing that I love. I always loved Warped Tour because I don’t see it as a job I have to do, but as a place where I can hang out with my friends every day. Maybe I will not regret that much the sleep I will still not get.

“Oh and a little birdie told me your boyfriend will be there as well.”

“Then it will be one hell of a summer.”

#ricky horror imagine #ricky olson #ricky horror #miw #miw band #miw fanfic #miw imagine #motionless in white #motionless in white fanfic #chris cerulli #vinny mauro #justin morrow #ryan sitkowski #ben bruce imagine #ben bruce #asking alexandria

[george-mackay-macfine]

I'm back into the writing mood after some heavy shit.

Now opening up the requests for Will Poulter, Jeremy Allen White, Ben Hardy (and their characters) as well as the usual roster.

Will and JAW girlies slid into the DM's

#george mackay #george mackay imagine #george mackay fanfic #georgemackay #george mackay x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x yn #henry cavill imagine #jeremy allen white #will poulter

[macybeckham7]

you and the kids start collect wc stickers and get excited when the find daddy or their uncles from dad's tram

As soon as the sticker book came out you had brought one for each child. You would spend hours sat together opening packs and swapping around with each other. They get super excited when they got their daddy’s sticker and their uncles from team and country. Each of them getting jealous if one got it instead of the other one. ‘Which one is your favourite so far?’. They all agreeing it was getting daddy but then one chirps up that getting their uncle which made everyone smile at how adorable your kids are.

#world cup imagines #footballers imagine #mason mount imagines #declan rice imagines #james maddison imagines #ben chilwell imagines #jude bellingham imagines #jack grealish imagines #ben white imagines #kylian mbappe imagines #neymar jr imagines #jordan pickford imagines #alphonso davies imagines #marcus rashford imagines

[crystaldeclear]

Obsessed with Ben White's continued set piece role of "being a pest." As soon as he steps into the opposition box, he becomes the most annoying man in the world

#imagine being sat down by Jover and told don't try to score just piss off the goalie lol #ben white #like how many of his fouls committed come from set pieces lol #t: epl 23-24 #g: bur v ars

[canirove]

The Nanny Diaries | Chapter 7

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“Ok everyone, gather around. It’s time for our Secret Santa!” our host says.

“They also have a Secret Santa?” I ask Mrs. McKenzie.

“Oh, yes, but it is a weird one where they exchange their gifts, and if you don’t like yours, you can change it for the one someone else has. It’s a bit confusing, I don’t quite get it.”

And after watching it for a while, I don’t get it either, but they all seem to be having lots of fun. At the end of the game, Mr. and Mrs. Kloss have a huge photography book that I must check myself when I have time, and Ben… He definitely didn’t end the night with the present he expected.

“I am so sorry, Ben” Mrs. Kloss tells him. “Luna and I had prepared everything so I would end up with that as my present, but things didn’t work out and…”

“It’s alright, don’t worry” he says with one of his charming smiles.

“You can gift it again, I won’t mind. I’m sure you can think of someone” she says, looking at me and winking. Great. Wonderful. My boss just suggested that Ben should gift me a very sexy pyjama set that probably costs more than all the pyjamas I’ve owned my whole life. “Anyway, gotta go find my husband. I heard they want to order pizza, and I’m sure he will forget to tell them that I don’t like anchovies.”

“That was…”

“Embarrassing” I say after Mrs. Kloss has left and it is just Ben and I. “Very embarrassing.”

“Do you like it?” he says, moving the bag with the pyjamas in front of me.

“I’ve never worn silk pyjamas. Or silk, to be honest.”

“I’m pretty sure you are wearing silk tonight” Ben smirks.

“Oh” I say, looking down at my dress.

“I think it is only fair that you end the night wearing silk as well. So here. For you” he says, giving me the bag. “Merry Christmas, neighbour.”

“Ben, you don’t have to.”

“Oh, we are back to Ben? That’s interesting” he says, taking a step forward.

“I spoke without thinking.”

“Yeah, sure” he says, now just a few inches away from me. “Should we go somewhere a bit more private?”

“Where?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks, offering me his hand.

“I do” I say, taking it and following him outside the house, walking down the hall and stopping in front of his door.

“Here is what is going to happen” he says. “We are gonna go inside my house, and I’m gonna throw this bag somewhere and start kissing you while I take you to my room, where I’m gonna get you out of that dress, throw you in my bed and make love to you until the sun comes out. But only if that also is what you want. Only if you truly want it.”

“I do. I want it” I say, my voice a mere whisper, my whole body already tensing in anticipation.

“I didn’t hear you."

“I want it, Ben. I do. Badly.”

“Love it when you call me Ben” he says turning to open his house’s door and making me follow him inside.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━      

I don’t know what time it is when I wake up, but judging by the sounds my stomach is making, we’ve at least skipped one meal. Though maybe I’m just hungry because the food last night wasn’t that good, I barely touched it, and then… God, I can feel the heat on my face just by thinking everything Ben and I did after the party. Things I didn’t know I was able to do. Or that someone could do to me. Or…

“Blrrrr.”

“I’ve heard you, stomach” I whisper to myself, trying to ignore what happened last night for a few minutes, and focusing on getting out of the bed without waking up Ben.

After leaving the bedroom, I walk into the living room, almost kicking the bag with the pyjamas. I don’t have any other clothes besides my dress, and since Ben said they were my Christmas gift, I guess I can wear them to make myself some breakfast, right?

Once I’ve made some coffee and eaten some cookies I found on a cupboard, I go back to the living room, and for some odd reason, I’m drawn to the piano. To Ben’s piano, the one he wouldn’t mind letting me play. Not the other girls he’s been with. Just me.

I sit down on the piano seat, inspecting it closely and checking every single detail. Like the fact that there is a little plate with a name.

“Eleanor?”

“That’s her name” I hear him say behind me, making me jump.

“Holy shit, Ben! You scared me!”

“Sorry” he says, sitting next to me. He is only wearing his boxers, his curls a complete mess. And I love it. It is a sight I would love to wake up to every morning. “And thank God you had put your mug on the floor.”

“Oh, yes, sorry” I say with an apologetic smile. “Who was Eleanor?”

“My piano teacher, the one who made me fall in love with it. She gifted me this piano just a few months before she passed away.”

“I’m sorry” I say, grabbing his hand and giving it a little squeeze.

“I named the piano after her as a tribute. She played because she loved music, not to be the best or make money out of it. And every time I sit here, that’s what I want to remember. What I want to feel.”

“Would you play something for me?” I ask him.

“Anything special?” Ben says, lifting the keys cover.

“Surprise me.”

“Do you know this movie called “Les Choristes?” he says in perfect French.

“Of course I do! Back in school they made us watch it every single year during our music lessons, and we played some of the songs with the flute.”

“Do you still remember them?”

“I remember one… But not the name. It was something like…” I say, humming the bits of the melody I can remember.

“Vois sur ton chemin” he says, again, in perfect French.

“Oh my God, Ben. I had forgotten how posh you actually are” I laugh.

“Ha ha ha. Do you remember the notes?”

“I kind of do. Where is the do?”

“Here” he says, grabbing my finger and putting in on the key.

“Let me give it a go” I say, focusing and trying to remember the rest of the notes.

“That was great! But wait a minute” he says, getting up and picking a tablet from the shelve next to us. “Do you still remember how to read a sheet music?”

“I do.”

“Then let’s try this. You are doing this bit here and I will accompany you.”

“Ok” I say.

I don’t know for how long we stay in front of the piano, playing, laughing when we make a mistake, Ben kissing my cheek, my neck or my shoulder because I apparently look too cute when I’m focused, and making giggle like an idiot. Like a very happy idiot.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell fanfic #ben white fanfic #football fanfic #football imagine

[oh-saints]

Can you write something with Ben White? Maybe something cute.. like with your little kid.. I don’t have many ideas so you can write what you want with him🤍 Thank you in in advance

since this ask came before we found out he got married, i'm going to entertain you one last time bcs i was so reminded of this gif when i read your request.. hope you like them <3

we see ben's so proactive and provocative on pitch. he'll be the same, if not even scarier, if it concerns his family.

no one touches his family

so ofc naturally he's the one who keeps touching and holding his son everywhere and anywhere

he even panics when his son falls whilst running. he'd fight the ground if he needs to

he's the type of dad who will crouch in front of his son, just to make sure his son feels heard and feels like his presence matters

in line with the 1st point, he's the kind of guy who will shout at the sideline when he watches his son playing football

but will never force his son to follow his footsteps. his son's happiness is number 1

going back to the 5th point, he will always answers his son's question, including but not limited to his tattoos

"daddy, why is your skin like that? did God give them to you when you were born?" and he could only smile because wow, what a question

although ever since then, ben is pretty much convinced his son is a genius and therefore he seeks for other extracurricular activities that can enhance his son's intelligence instead of only doing sports like any other boys in his age

(request still open & you can drop them here)

#anon asks #oh-saints answers #oh-saints writes #oh-saints writes requests #ben white #ben white imagines #ben white blurb #ben white blurbs #ben white imagine #ben white drabbles #ben white fluff

[santicazorla]

🦋 And a new tattoo is a new reason to think 💖

#this is absolutely nothing like i imagined it #ben white #and that purple one……………….hm #butterflies is my fave #things :)

[colorsofmyseason]

color me red

Summary: Every Arsenal player has different taste.

Pairing: None

As usual, part of my supernatural au!

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Sometimes, Leandro wonders what he's done in all those centuries he's lived to experience such luck. He's gone through different identities, various jobs, even multiple clubs in his current life as a footballer, but he's never felt so comfortable, so belonging before. Maybe because there are a bunch of other supers at Arsenal. Maybe because they know and accept him for what he is, and don't even bat an eye when he brings a pack of blood to the breakfast table instead of a plate of beans on toast. Or maybe because they don't mind him taking a sip here and there whenever he needs it. 

Alright, so maybe there are lots of alternatives to feeding nowadays – blood packs, synthesized blood, blood pills – and Leandro will take those without comment. But he also won't refuse the opportunity to get fresh blood if he can. And now he has a myriad of beautiful men to choose from…

Martin tastes like expensive champagne. Light and sweet, flowing down Leandro's throat effortlessly like a warm drink on a cold day, yet intoxicating, making Leandro wish to drink him again and again. Yet he rarely does, because it's too delicious for his own good. He fears he doesn't deserve to experience such taste in his life.

(Also, the sight of Martin's pale white throat always catches his breath whenever he plans to do so, and he doesn't want his fang marks to ruin the beauty of such a specimen, but that's a different story).

Kieran's is different – thicker in consistency, definitely not as sweet as Martin, maybe a little piquant, but it's the aftertaste that leaves Leandro fascinated. The Scottish full-back always gives him the feeling of eating a full course homecooked meal, tasty and hearty and fulfilling, and Leandro always thinks that he won't need to feed for days after he has Kieran for a meal.

Aaron is lemon, lime, orange… anything citrusy really, so fresh and bright, but with a hint of spice underneath it. If sunshine can be turned into a flavor, Leandro thinks it must taste exactly like Aaron's blood, and it warms him up thoroughly inside like the sun coming out after a bad storm. On the other hand, Bukayo is a little too sweet for his liking, since the kid literally tastes like a truckful of cotton candy, and while it isn't exactly unpleasant, Leandro fears he might end up with diabetes at some point if he feeds from Bukayo too often. Okay, well, not literally since he can't really get diabetes, but still.

Mikel has this rich, exquisite flavor that reminds Leandro of fine dining (and yes, he's been to such places, mostly to keep up appearances, but still). And the Spaniard's blood is the closest thing to perfection he has ever tasted. Just the right amount of spice, the right texture, the right level of sweetness. Normally managers are off limits, but Mikel says he deserves it after a string of fine performances, and Leandro believes him. 

The one holding the title for the spiciest blood in the squad must be Granit. Maybe that has something to do with his personality, the vampire doesn't know. But he tastes fiery and strong and sharp, to the point it nearly scares Leandro to feed from him again. But the Swiss midfielder will just brush it off and calmly "persuade" Leandro to feed from him, and rinse and repeat.

Ben is…special. Leandro has fed from him many times since their Brighton days, and his blood always tastes the same – plain, a little dry, completely devoid of any kinds of flavor, like unseasoned food. Perhaps it has something to do with the defender being one of the most nonchalant people he knows, but it's still fascinating how someone can be so effortlessly bland. Not that Leandro doesn't enjoy it, though – he likes to savor the taste (or lack of it) in his mouth, marveling at how different it is from any other kind of blood he's drunk.

There are other guys too, with all their respective flavors and quirks, and Leandro can honestly write a whole book describing all of those, alongside a tier list of the tastiest blood within the squad. He won't do it for real, though. Not that he's scared they will find out – they're all good guys, and often make vampire jokes to him out of fun, but he just enjoys getting various tastes to feed so it won't get boring, and he appreciates his teammates for providing him with that.

And he honestly cannot ask for more.

(Also, if he much prefers the first two people more than anyone else, for reasons other than feeding, that's his personal business.)

fin

#dkm i just love imagining that all arsenal players have different tastes lol #leo is a vampire as i've said #and yes he's dating both martin and kieran #leandro trossard #martin odegaard #kieran tierney #aaron ramsdale #bukayo saka #mikel arteta #ben white #granit xhaka #arsenal #arsenal fc #fanfiction #football fanfiction #fic #football fic #fanfic #football fanfic #arsenal fanfiction #supernatural au #my works

[marvelmusing]

After Work

Part of the White Picket Fence AU

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Billy has a long day at work, and as his wife, you seize the opportunity to improve his day.

Warnings [18+]: unprotected sex, wife kink, breeding kink, fingering, dirty talk, tiny smidge of pain kink?

My Masterlist

Billy rolls his shoulder, tilting his head from side to side in an attempt to ease the tension there as he closes the front door. He can hear the sound of you in the kitchen, pausing whatever it is you’re doing as your ears strain to hear into the hallway. Billy hangs his coat on the hook beside yours, before he bends down to untie his laces.

“Will?” You call out tentatively, as he slips his shoes off before tucking them next to yours.

“Yeah it’s me sweetheart.” He calls back, before he follows the sound of your voice towards the kitchen. You greet him with a smile, hip leaning against the sink as you dry your hands.

Billy curls his arms around you instantly, and you discard the towel you were using as you relax in his hold.

“How’s my pretty little wife doing today?” His voice is low purr against your ear, as his nose brushes along your pulse, his lips an infuriating hairbreadth away from your skin. His hands smooth over your stomach, and your breathing catches as his palms settle there.

“Hm, good.” You hum softly, your eyes fluttering closed in pleasure as Billy soaks up your warmth. “How was work?”

Billy stiffens slightly, before he steps even closer to you, as if he’s trying to bury himself into your body.

“Shitty.” He remarks. “Fenwick’s been hounding me again.”

Alex Fenwick is the agent tasked with securing updates from you and Billy. Even when there’s little to report, Fenwick often asks for painfully specific details. Meetings with him are usually headache inducing at the best of times.

“Anything I can do to help?” You ask earnestly. Billy groans softly, dropping his forehead to the crook of your shoulder as his thumbs trace circles over the fabric of your dress.

“God, you’re too sweet on me.” He lifts his head back up, turning his face to brush his nose against the side of your face. The stubble on his chin prickles against your skin, and the thought of it scratching at the inside of your thighs has you shivering in his arms.

Billy nips lightly at your jawline, and you tilt your head to offer him your neck. He takes the invitation, pressing a line of kisses down to the neckline of your dress. His hands move along your body, from your stomach up to your breasts.

From his position behind you, he slides one of his legs between yours, settling his thigh against your ass. You can’t help but grind back a little, and Billy breathes out a smirk at the sight of you so needy already.

He sinks his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder and you whine at the small sting of pain, only to moan softly as his tongue traces over the blooming mark.

“Look at you,” he murmurs against your skin, a prideful note to his voice that makes you keen. “Not even five minutes and you’re a needy little mess for me.” He squeezes your breasts, and you arch into his touch as he nods down at your outfit, “Dress is pretty.”

“Thought you’d like it.” You manage to tell him through small gasps. Billy groans at your words, and the thought of you picking something out that he would like when you were considering your outfit this morning. You’re right too. He does like it. He hums in agreement,

“It’s the perfect height for me to do this.”

He slides his hands under the flowing skirt of the dress, textured palms over the soft skin of your thighs. He squeezes them gently, drawing a moan from you, before he reaches your panties.

“You know,” he remarks casually, as his fingers trace along the waistband of your panties. “I don’t think you should wear panties when you’re in the house.” You whimper at his words, your hips bucking of their own accord. Then he pulls your panties aside, and slides one finger against your slit. “Not when you’re going to ruin them by getting this wet. It’s a waste really.”

Your head drops back against his chest, and you can only whisper,

“William please.”

That’s all it takes for Billy’s teasing to stop. He slides his finger into you, and you moan instantly. One hand working into your pussy, the other fisted into the skirt of your dress, holding it above your waist so that he can see what he’s doing to you. Billy’s arm is wrapped tight around you, holding your back firmly against his chest. He can feel every twitch and shake that runs through you.

“You hear how wet you are sweetheart?” He asks, your face burning as the lewd sounds fill the kitchen. You can only nod in response, which doesn’t satisfy Billy. He adds another finger and you grit your teeth in an attempt to muffle your cries and moans. “Your husband asked you a question, be a good little wife and answer him.”

There’s a smirk on his face, he knows what buttons to press to rile you up, and there’s an edge of command in his voice that has you answering,

“Yes William. Oh fuck.” His thumb catches against your clit and he’s soon rubbing circles over the bundle of nerves there which has you clenching around his fingers.

“This is what you needed wasn’t it?” You can feel Billy’s erection digging into your back, but no matter how hard he gets he doesn’t relent his dirty talk. “Poor little thing must have so needy all day, waiting for her husband to come home and fill her up.” You whine, your toes curling in pleasure as Billy picks up the speed.

“Will please, I’m so close.”

“Yeah?” You nod hurriedly, before adding in a blissful whimper,

“So so close.” Billy grins as he dips his head back down to kiss along your neck. Your entire body shudders when he runs his tongue along your thundering pulse. He can practically taste how close you are.

“You gonna cum all over my fingers sweetheart? God, what a perfect sight, cum running down your thighs. I’ll have to get on my knees and lick it up.” You cry out, tightening around his fingers as you near the edge of your climax. “You like that sweet girl? Want my tongue on your thighs?”

You can’t respond, there isn’t a coherent thought in your mind. The only thing you can focus on is Billy. As a result, whimpers of his name and small pleas are the only words from your lips. Billy can feel your body straining towards your release and he curls his fingers, hitting the spot that has your legs shaking erratically.

“Go on sweetheart, spill your cum all over your husband’s hand.”

“William.” You breathe out, eyes rolling back as your orgasm overtakes you.

“There we go.” He coos, his fingers slowing their pace as he draws out your climax. You’re gasping and shaking as you cling to him. Once you lift your head away from his chest, Billy captures your lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

Then he pulls his fingers out, causing you to whimper slightly. He holds his fingers up to your lips.

“Lick up the mess you made sweetheart.” Blood rushes to your cheeks, but you do as you’re told, taking his digits into your mouth and sucking them clean. Billy watches intently as you lap up the last of it with your tongue. His voice is much deeper as he praises you, “Good girl.”

He presses another kiss to your lips, and you can’t suppress the blissful smile on your face.

“Is there anything else I can do for my husband?” You ask coyly, batting your lashes at him. Billy groans, claiming your mouth instantly. His hands grasp hard at your sides, pulling you closer.

“Need to be inside you.” He tugs at your dress, sliding the fabric up over your head. His eyes darken at the sight of the light pink lace bra you’re wearing. His hands reach out to cup your breasts, fingers squeezing at the fabric and you can feel the warmth of his palms from under the material.

Billy looks around the room wildly, and you’re about to ask him what’s wrong when he interrupts your thoughts.

“Need to bend you over something.”

“Couch?”

“Fuck you’re perfect.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, before he scoops you up into his arms.

Billy walks you both into the living room, and sits you down on the back of the couch. You tug his jacket off, while Billy works on undoing his belt. Your hands shake with anticipation as you unbutton his shirt. He’s wearing a white vest underneath, and you pull it up over his head as he kicks his pants and boxers aside.

He dips down, capturing your lips with his in a need-fuelled kiss. His hands squeeze your hips, sliding up your body before he unclasps your bra. You whine when he pulls away, frowning when he leans a hand on the couch to reach at his feet. Then you realise he’s yanking his socks off.

“I’m not fucking you with just my socks on.” You breathe out a sharp laugh as Billy smiles at you. Then you look down at your own feet.

“I’m still wearing mine.” Billy looks down at your feet, his smile widening when he observes the pink trainer socks with sunflowers on them.

“Oh I wanna keep those on.”

“William!” You scold with a pout. He grins at you, bending down as he takes one of your ankles in his hand. He presses a kiss to your inner calf, before slipping your sock off. He does the same with your other leg, eyes not leaving yours for even a moment. You breathe out his name softly and he leans forward, cupping your face in his hand as he kisses you.

You rock your hips against his, seeking any sort of friction, and Billy guides your hips closer until you’re on the edge of the couch. He has one arm supporting your back, and you cling tightly to him as he fists his cock before pushing inside you. You both moan, pressing your foreheads together as you adjust to the feeling of Billy in you at such an angle.

His hands run over your thighs, rubbing soothingly before he spreads them open. Your feet don’t reach the floor and you wobble slightly as he begins to thrust into you. You want to arch your back and take him deeper, but you’re afraid of falling and making a fool of yourself. Billy kisses you again, before making you meet his eyes.

“I’ve got you.” He insists. You nod in acknowledgment, leaning forward to kiss him. Billy shifts his hips against yours, pulling you closer to drape you over the back of the couch.

Your head skims the seat of the couch, as Billy pulls out. There’s no time for you to whine at the emptiness, because Billy’s beginning to set the same brutal pace as the very first night. You bite down hard on your lip, and Billy pulls at it with his thumb as he shakes his head.

“Wanna hear you scream for me.” You moan loudly at his words, and Billy smirks. “That’s it sweetheart.”

He continues to pound into you at a toe-curling rate that has your mind slipping into a daze. You can only cry out his name, and stare up at Billy as his hair falls over his forehead, a light gloss of sweat shimmering at his bare chest. He grips tightly onto your hips as he groans.

“M’not gonna last much longer sweetheart.” He reaches a hand down to rub your clit vigorously, which has you clenching hard around him. You whimper his name, your senses totally overcome by Billy. “Can I fill my pretty wife up?” You squeeze your eyes shut, and nod.

“Fuck yes, Will please.” You’re both moaning and panting as you approach the end.

“Yeah?” He muses, his mouth loosening as he feels you gripping his cock. “This little pussy wanna be filled?” Your release your hold on the couch, grasping at Billy’s hips as he continues his motions. “Yeah she does, squeezing my cock so tight. Don’t wanna let go do you sweetheart?” You shake your head, tears prickling in your eyes as you near the edge of your climax.

“Please Will.”

“Come on sweetheart. Cum for me so I can fill this pretty pussy up.”

Your nails dig into Billy’s hips, as your own stutter and rut against him. A pleasure-filled cry escapes your lips as you reach your peak, and that’s all it takes for Billy to follow behind you.

You drop your head back against the couch, as bliss settles into your body. The only sound in the stillness of the room is the two of you breathing heavily as you come down from your high.

Billy leans forward, pressing kisses along your body, and you let out a few contented hums and sighs from the feel of his lips on your flushed skin. After a long moment, Billy shifts, before pulling out carefully. He helps you sit up, holding his arms around you as you lean against his chest. You glance down.

“Did we ruin the couch?” Billy breathes out a laugh, before he examines the fabric beneath you.

“Surprisingly not.” You follow his gaze, observing that the majority of the mess is on you and Billy - not the couch. Billy smirks, pressing his hand against your pussy, which draws a whine from you. “Think most of it’s still inside you sweetheart.” You go still, blood rushing through your body, and Billy chuckles at your stunned reaction.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Shower or bath?” Breathing out a small laugh, you remark,

“I can’t feel my legs.” He grins with a resolute nod.

“Bath it is.”

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Billy Russo Tag List: @blackbirddaredevil23 @restingbitchsblog @tiredbeebo @rafaelakelley @theysayitscrazy @hummelmi @nyx2021 @skybridgerton @dragon-of-winterfell @profoundme444 @misstimeless @booksandbenbarnes @blanchedelioncourt @chickensarentcheap

WPF Tag List: @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @noirrose21-blog @aikeia @oeuryale

#billy russo #white picket fence au #billy russo x reader #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #billy russo x female reader #billy russo fic #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine #billy russo smut #billy russo the punisher #the punisher au #marvel au #ben barnes

[vaticinatrix]

if the original winx club cartoon premiered in 2023 it would become bullshit culture war fodder faster than you could say alfea

#liv stop talking #anyways #please do not take this as slander #i consider it a glowing review #but if you think about it #only 2 of the main cast are obviously white #(already woke in the eyes of fox news) #the main cast are all women #who have magic powers #and almost none of the men do #the women do just as much #if not more of the fighting #than men #can you imagine the length of the ben shapiro video? #jeepers #anyway #shitpost #winx club

[inkblotsinkblotsinkblots]

as it stands, these are my favourite albums and ep’s! (in no particular order) //

hippo campus - bambi little comets - in search of elusive little comets white lies - friends everything everything - get to heaven foals - what went down the neighbourhood - i love you 

hippo campus - landmark everything everything - raw data feel hippo campus - warm glow courting - guitar music peace- happy people enter shikari - the mindsweep peace - ep delicious foals - total life forever white lies - to lose my life everything everything - a fever dream enter shikari - a flash flood of colour bad sounds - get better  wolf alice - visions of a life  alfie templeman - colour me blue foals - antidotes hippo campus - south foals - everything not saved will be lost (part one) little comets - life is elsewhere sad boys club - four shades of the transitional phase bears in trees - every moonbeam, every feverdream peace - in love the neighbourhood - wiped out! enter shikari - common dreads enter shikari - the spark twenty one pilots - vessel ben howard - i forgot where we were the 1975 - i like it when you sleep imagine dragons - night visions  two door cinema club - gameshow swim deep - emerald classics 

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#hippo campus #little comets #white lies #everything everything #foals #the neighbourhood #courting band #peace band #enter shikari #bad sounds #wolf alice #alfie templeman #sad boys club #bears in trees #twenty one pilots #ben howard #the 1975 #imagine dragons #two door cinema club #swim deep #indie music #music

[macybeckham7]

You are the new host for Lions Den and all the boys have a crush on you. Do one with Mount, Rashford, Ben White

As soon as you got introduced to the team, you had got a few admirers. They were all excited to go onto the Den just so they could sit and talk to you. Ben and Marcus melted as he watched you smile and wave around the room at everyone and telling them how excited you were to be with them during the journey. Most of the guys were eating at the palm of your hands as you talked about yourself. The rest of them grumbled when Mason was your first guest, he made sure to bring his A game and made sure to be funny, he had you laughing all then time and you both were flirting which neither of you cared about the millions of people watching. Marcus came in next and you both were so competitive with the challenges, he constantly always touching you. Whether it was a little nudge to put you off or holding your hand or your feet touching as you sat opposite each other. Ben was shy and you had to bring him out of his shell alittle, he lets out under his breath ‘You are even more prettier up close’ he says making a little giggle come from you. Behind the scenes the three of them would always come and check you were ok and if you needed anything. Kalvin, Declan and Raheem all shaking their heads at their mates and how besotted they are by you.

#mason mount imagines #marcus rashford imagines #ben white imagines #mason mount #marcus rashford #ben white