#if I start on rúben's legs

[rubenfinity]

Erling & Rúben 💙

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[youandiwerealive]

The only thing you have to say is wow [rd]

Author’s note: y’all this is my first smut attempt ever, so please don’t bully me 🤞🏻 Rúben has a fucking grip on me, I need to be sedated

Warnings: the plot got lost in the middle, this is just straight porn, so MINORS GET OUT!! ☝🏻 Unprotected sex, edging, multiple rounds, some dirty talking, you know the drill. Also, this is barely proofread because there’s no way I’m reading this again

wc: 4236 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

Rúben has been acting up lately. Something about “the way your coworker looks at you” makes his blood boil, and he can’t stop bringing that subject to the table.

So, for the past few days, he’s been sulking, not talking much to you since you said to him that your colleague was harmless, which made the boy go jealous.

Rúben is a possessive man, you know that too well. But, so are you. You get jealous too at the crazy amount of attention he gets from the girls, and he knows it - he’s always showing you how you’re the only girl that he loves and desires. So, now you feel like it’s time for you to prove to him that he’s the only one you want.

While Rúben is at his training session, you get ready for his arrival. You decide to put on your favourite lingerie - dark red, his favourite colour on you.

You decide to cover yourself with your black silk robe, not wanting to spoil the surprise to Rúben as soon as he walks in. So you lay in bed, patiently waiting for your man to get home, already smirking at the dirty thoughts rushing through your mind.

Anxiety pumps in your veins, and you almost gave into the heat between your legs, like your pussy is already anticipating what’s going to happen. As soon as your hands start to travel down your body, almost on their own, you decide to stop, wanting to save all the pleasure for your moment with Rúben.

You take a look at yourself in the mirror. Admiring how beautiful and sexy you look, you feel powerful - like you have the world in the palm of your hand. You can’t help but smirk at yourself while imagining all the possible reactions that Rúben might have once you have him whimpering under you.

Your heart races as soon as you hear the front door open. You get up from the bed and decide to meet Rúben in the living room.

“Hey babe” - you say with a sly smile.

“Hey” - he simply responds, still sulking about that stupid guy, who you don’t even care about.

You look at him while he gets rid of his bag and goes to the kitchen to get some water. He looks so sexy with his jaw clenched, his toned muscles doing inexplicable things to your mind right now. But you are starting to lose your patience with the way he’s acting, and all this just makes you more needy, wanting to feel him inside you as soon as possible - but you know damn well that now it’s all about him, and you’ll have to wait a bit longer for him to actually fill you up like you’ve been dreaming for the last couple of hours.

“Can I talk to you?” - you ask, following him through the house, until he stops in the living room again.

“About what?” - he questions back, while sitting down in the sofa and turning on the television.

The way he’s sitting with his legs open, giving you a perfect view of his bulge and looking oblivious of the things you’ve been thinking about lately, makes you get into action.

You walk slowly to him, sitting on his lap, straddling him. You slowly stroke his hair and he looks at you like he doesn’t know how to act.

“I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore” - you say with an innocent voice, your hands still caressing his hair.

“I’m not mad-” - he complains but you shush him with a finger in front of his lips.

“I don’t want to hear it. You’ve been sulking all day and night, getting jealous of some random guy I don’t give a shit about. Let me prove it to you that you’re the only man that I love and desire” - you say while giving him a provocative kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t want to fight or argue about anything else, I just want you. And you don’t even have to say much…” - you tell him while you slowly undo your robe, letting it fall to the floor, while your entire body and your beautiful lingerie are now in full display for Rúben. “The only thing you have to say is wow” - you bite your lip at his reaction.

He gulps and his mouth is agape now. Taking you in, you already feel as if Rúben is fucking you in his head, just through the divine sight he has in front of him. His strong hands immediately wrap around your hips, travelling to your ass cheeks to grope them harshly.

He misses you too - you know it, and you can feel it by the way he’s a lost for words and how his body is reacting just by having you in his lap, looking so sexy and innocent, yet dominating him like you only did few times. Rúben will never admit how much he loves when you take control.

And so you do. Once your lips land on his, you two start a dirty and raw make out session, clearly missing each other. You were feeling turned on even before Rúben arrived, just at the thought of him touching you. Now, you feel like your body is slowly lighting on fire. The way your mouths talk to each other while roughly kissing, sharing tongues and apologies, does wonders to your neediness. Your mouths separate, still connected by a single string of saliva when you look at your man and he’s smiling naughtily at you - his eyes now full of passion and desire.

You start leaving mouth open kisses on his neck, making Rúben’s breathing get accelerated and shaky when you lick his jaw. At the same time, you start grinding on his crotch painfully slow, making him groan at the feeling, and pushing your hips down so he can have more friction with your - already wet and needy - pussy.

You feel his bulge grow and you feel like you could come right there, just at the dirtiness of your make out session and the way you two are grinding on each other like two horny teenagers.

“Fuck, babe, I need you so much” - Rúben pleads you while getting your hair out of the way, so he can be the one attacking your neck now. His sloppy and wet kisses down your neck, quickly go near your boobs, kissing every space he could find in the way.

He desperately undoes your bra, and takes a second to admire your boobs, now in full display in front of him. He massages one of them needly, while wrapping his mouth around your other nipple, sucking hard like his life depends on it. You moan at the sensation, still grinding on his bulge that now feels huge under you. Your hand moves to grip tightly on his hair, making him groan and lick your nipple non-stop with his tongue.

You push him away gently and get out of his lap. He looks attentively at your movements, and smirks when he sees you getting on your knees in between his legs.

Your hands teasingly travel up and down his tights, getting dangerously close to where he needs you the most.

“Stop teasing…” - Rúben groans as your hand is now palming his dick through the fabric of his shorts. You massage him for a bit and he grows impatient, already undoing his shorts to save you time.

You pull his shorts and boxers down, finally freeing his member. His dick is painfully hard, his tip is swollen and red, and has already some precum on it due to all the grinding you two did just a couple of minutes ago.

You start stroking him gently and slow while making eye contact with him - something about it makes you blush. You feel so tiny and seen in this position. But you want to make Rúben feel good, you’re determined.

You keep stroking him, going a bit faster at the same time as you tight your grip around his cock, just enough to have Rúben moaning.

“Fuck” - he breathes out when you start stroking him faster with one hand, while the other goes to massage his balls seductively.

“You like that, baby?” - you ask in an innocent tone, loving how he is reacting crazy to your touch.

“Yes babe, I love it so much, God” - he moans. “You touch me so well, you’re the only one who makes me feel like this” - Rúben confesses as his hips start thrusting into your hand, so he could get more - more friction, more movement, more of you.

You smirk at him and slowly get your face closer to his dick. Looking at him through your lashes, you allow some spit to spill out of your mouth, letting it fall directly on the tip of his dick. He rolls his eyes at the new found sensation that he hasn’t felt yet today. Then, you let your tongue travel from the base of his cock to the top, feeling every vein and the texture of his member. Once you put his entire dick in your mouth, you start bobbing your head, sucking on Rúben’s cock like your life depends on it. His hand immediately goes to your head, helping you deep throating him while you gag on his dick.

“Fucking hell, sucking my dick so well, taking it all like a good girl” - Rúben is now a moaning mess, holding your head in place has he basically face fucks you now, way too desperate to chase his own release.

Tears are forming in the corner of your eyes, spit is running down your chin. Your mascara is smudged now, and Rúben can’t stop looking at you and think how beautiful and sexy you look, how you are the best thing that has ever happened to him. Just the sight of you on your knees for him, with your tits out and your mouth full of his dick, was enough to make him cum on the spot, and you know that. That’s why you get out of Rúben’s grip, letting go of his dick as well, not allowing him to cum just yet.

“Why did you do that?” - he asks you with a frustrated tone.

You go back to your place on his lap, straddling him once again.

“Be patient baby, don’t you want me to show you how badly I need you?” - your soft tone doesn’t match the way you two kiss right after, with your tongues fighting for dominance, sharing your saliva with Rúben, allowing him to taste his precum that was still lingering on your tongue.

Rúben’s hands roam your body, needy to feel you, to be inside of you. He slaps your ass before moving to your panties and ripping them apart. You stop the kiss and look at him in disbelief at what he just did.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’ll buy you new ones” - he says while smirking.

“I’ll buy you all the lingerie in the world if that means you’ll make me more surprises like this one” - he takes his index finger and runs it through your folds, slow and teasingly. You let out a hiss when he slightly presses his finger on your clit on purpose.

“Seems like I’m not the only one enjoying this surprise” - he looks at you devilishly before inserting his finger in your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

“Good girl” - there’s the compliment that makes you weak. Rúben removes his hand from your mouth and continues his mission to tease you. His fingers travel from your folds, to your clit, to where you need him to fill you up. You quietly moan at the feeling of his fingers carefully touching your cunt.

“You’re so fucking wet baby, is this all for me?” - he questions cockily.

“Ye-Yes, Rúben. I’m wet for you and only you” - you whimper when he inserts two fingers inside you, filling you up like you need and curling them to reach your sweet spot.

You try to bite your bottom lip to suppress your moans, but Rúben encourages you to let your feelings out.

“Let me hear you, sweet girl. Don’t hold back. Tell me how good my fingers feel inside your dripping pussy. Let the whole neighbourhood hear how much pleasure I give you, baby” - it’s like he just ignited a fire inside of you.

“Oh my God, Rúben” - you moan his name. “Your fingers feel so fucking good, fuck- don’t stop” - you plead while he is now moving inside of you faster, his fingers fucking your pussy so good. His mouth is on one of your boobs again, biting your nipple and swirling his tongue around it while you’re a moaning mess on top of him.

You don’t want to cum just yet, wanting to feel Rúben’s dick inside of you first, so you try to hold your orgasm in as much as you possibly can.

But Rúben has other plans in mind.

He’s now leaving wet kisses on your neck - knowing damn well that’s something that drives you feral. His mouth reaches yours and another dirty make out session takes place while his fingers are still fucking you hard and fast.

You moan into his mouth as his tongue wins the battle. “Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum on my fingers” - he says to you.

“No-“ - you moan out. “Need to feel your dick inside me first” - you whimper as his thumb reaches to draw circles on your throbbing clit now. It’s too much for you to handle, you know it, you can feel the bubble forming in your stomach already.

“Oh baby, so innocent of you to think that you’re only going to cum once tonight” - he speaks in your ear with an ironic laugh. His fingers don’t stop nor slow down, and the bubble in your stomach bursts, making you cry out as you cum hard on Rúben’s hand.

He helps you riding out your orgasm while he holds you to keep you balanced. When you’re done, you take deep breaths to calm yourself down, but as soon as Rúben takes his fingers into his mouth - tasting you, you lose all your senses. The sight in front of you is so sexy, so dirty, just what you were needing.

Rúben makes eye contact with you as he hums at your taste.

“Taste yourself babe” - he tells you as his fingers go inside your mouth once again. You suck on them, tasting how sweet and salty you actually are.

“You taste so good, babe. You’re my favourite flavour. Better than any fucking dessert” - he smirks.

“I would eat you up anytime” - he confesses while holding you up as he aligns himself with your entrance. You get the idea and slowly get down for his dick to enter you.

Your pussy is still throbbing from your previous orgasm, but that just makes it more pleasurable when you feel his hard cock filling you up the way you love so much. Your pussy is still so wet and Rúben’s dick is still hard as a rock, needy to fuck you senseless and have is own release inside of your hot and wet pussy.

“Fuck, I missed this so much” - he breathes out. “I missed being inside of you. You’re so wet and warm for me babe, fuck. It feels so delicious” - he moans as you rock your hips up and down his hard on, feeling every inch of him inside of you.

“I missed you too baby, you’re the only one I want” - you whimper as Rúben starts thrusting upwards to meet you. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this good, who fucks me this good” - you continue to moan in his ear while you pull at his hair.

Feeling him raw inside of you makes your legs go numb and your mind goes crazy at the sensations that only he can give you.

“Being inside of you is the closest to touching heaven that I’ll ever be” - Rúben says while locking his eyes with yours, his fingers now bruising your hips as he tries his best to hold you close to him.

You go faster, sinking deeper into his cock, wanting nothing more than another release.

Your legs feel like they’re burning and your pussy is dripping and throbbing on his dick.

Rúben can’t hold back his sinful moans at the way your juices make him slide completely into you so easily, going incredibly deep and fast now.

“Look at us, baby. Look at how perfectly we fit” - you breathe out. “We’re made for each other, I don’t need anyone else” - you moan into his ear, making Rúben thrust even deeper into you, punctuating your words.

Your hands go to his chest, holding yourself in place as you keep going down on his cock, and his hips keep thrusting up, both of you fucking each other crazily, desperate to cum like you two have been wishing since the beginning of the night.

“Touch yourself for me, amor” - the portuguese pet name that you love so much could make you melt now. “Let me see you chasing your high” - he pleads.

Without hesitation, your fingers find your clit - rubbing it anxiously so you can finally cum.

The feeling of your fingers desperately fiddling with your swollen clit and the way Rúben’s dick keeps thrusting faster and harder into you, makes your vision blurry.

“Fuck, that’s it baby girl” - he moans at the way he feels your walls clenching around him already.

You search for his mouth, kissing him hard and passionately again, furiously and silently begging your own body to cum.

It’s hard, raw, and dirty. Exactly how you like it. And as soon as your tongues start another fight for dominance, you lose it as you finally cum on Rúben’s dick.

You throw your head back, moaning loudly as your orgasm hits you strongly, making you see stars.

You keep riding him, as Rúben is also spilling his seed inside your cunt a few seconds later - the sight in front of him being too much for him to control himself.

You stay inside of him for a bit, his dick still spurring his cum on your walls.

You hold him near, not wanting this feeling to end - the sensation of belonging to each other.

When you notice, Rúben is lying you down on the couch. He starts kissing your neck again as you’re taking deep breaths to calm down from your high.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” - he confesses as his hands move around your hips and ass.

“I love you more” - you smile at him and give him a kiss.

What was supposed to be a sweet, innocent kiss, is now turning into another filthy make out session, and you notice that Rúben is still so hard inside of you, even after cumming already.

He starts moving slowly inside of you again, testing the waters to see your reaction. He notices your tired face, he knows you’re worn out from all the previous events. And he can’t stop feeling guilty about it, but his cock needs to cum again - his dick is still hurting, being so damn hard from delaying his orgasm so much.

“You need me more, love?” - you ask him lovingly, the after orgasm feeling hitting you, making you feel softer.

“Yes meu amor, I need a little more” - he says, almost ashamed of what he’s asking you.

You give him a consenting nod, and pull him closer, so you can kiss your man as he is now hovering you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, I can’t help myself” - he explains to you with a smirk plastered on his face.

He rocks his hips at a steady pace into you, wanting to take his time, since your pussy is so sensitive from cumming twice tonight.

Your hands go to his hair, pulling slightly at the feeling of him filling you up like only he knows how to, the tip of his cock brushing your sweet spot every time.

In a matter of minutes, you’re already whimpering at him again. Your bodies are sweaty, almost gluing to each other when they touch, your juices flowing down his dick again, feeling like you’re turning into a puddle of pleasure. You are used to sex with Rúben being always amazing, but the feeling tonight is unmatched. You were hungry for each other, chasing your highs like you’re going to die if you don’t catch them.

If, in the beginning of the night, you were the dominant one, now you’re fully submissive to Rúben’s will.

“Fuck, you look so pretty all stuffed with my cock” - he tells you while going faster, his dick now roaming inside of you.

Your nails scratch down his toned back, the feeling being so overwhelmed to you. Rúben catches your hands in his, and holds them below your head, not allowing you to touch him.

You could cum just by the vision you’re having now - Rúben’s strong and sexy body on top of you, chasing his own high now and punishing you - you won’t touch him, or yourself, for a matter of fact.

“You’re mine, you know that” - he states aggressively, his dominant side now showing. “Look at you, whimpering for me. Do you like that? Does that feel good?” - he asks you as he keeps fucking you fast and hard, not holding back from touching your g-spot with every single thrust.

“Fuck yes Rúben, feels so good, I love feeling you inside of me” - you manage to blurt out, your words not even clear and coherent anymore, absolutely drunk off his dick.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Your pussy makes me go insane” - his shaky breaths and sloppy thrusts letting you know that he’s close.

You moan, scream, whimper. You’re pretty sure your cunt won’t bear another orgasm, feeling like your soul is leaving your body in such a pleasurable way, high off your own orgasms - you wish you could feel like this all the time.

Rúben doesn’t even have to touch your clit to do wonders to you. He keeps thrusting incredibly deep inside your pussy, making your walls clench once again, giving the two of you an immense amount of pleasure.

The more he keeps touching your sweet spot, the more you’re moaning and trying your best to get your hands out of his grip - desperately needing to touch your man, that is now looking like a fucking sex god, giving you pleasure that could last days on end.

You notice the bubble in your stomach again, and you know Rúben feels it too.

He kisses your neck and tits without slowing down, hearing your moans and whimpers is almost making him cum, and the wet sounds coming from your pussy are driving him insane.

“Cum for me now baby boy, fill my pussy with your seed one more time” - your dirty talk doing it for him.

“You want that? Yeah?” - he says breathlessly.

“I do Rúben, I love when you fill me up with your cum, it feels so good” - you moan at the feeling. “Do it for me baby, cum deep inside my needy pussy” - you beg and he complies.

A few seconds later, he is moaning like a lost man. Feeling him cumming inside you, makes you cum again as well. You both ride your highs, feeling absolutely drunk from the incredible sex you just had.

Finally, Rúben gets out of you, lying on your chest to catch his breath.

“Fuck” - the only thing he manages to say in a bit.

“Yeah… that was fun” - you quietly laugh, panting as well.

“That was… wow. Wow, baby. I don’t even know. Just wow” - he says while looking you in the eyes with a shy expression now, the high dying out a bit.

You look at him in a bliss and you’re sure that you just fell a little harder for him - if that was even possible. His hair is a mess, is forehead is sweaty, and his mouth is agape as he keeps taking heavy breaths. And you’re sure that he never looked so beautiful as he does now. And how grateful you are for being the only one who can see him like his, with his guard down.

“I love you” - you blurt out.

He smiles at you. “I love you even more” - he says as he gives you a loving kiss.

“I don’t want to hear any more shit about another guy looking at me or whatever” - you warn him playfully.

He laughs in response. “I promise, that’s already forgotten”.

“Or… I may act jealous more often if that guarantees us more incredible sex like we just had” - he retorts with a smirk.

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[devilishchaos]

girl we need another smut with Ruben PLEASE

Shower | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N and Rúben have soft shower sex.

Warnings: Explicit smut, explicit talk, oral (m receiving), unprotected vaginal penetration (don't do it!!! stay safe!), hair grabbing, swallowing, use of pet names "baby", "babe"

AN: domestic Rúben >>>>>>> <3 I hope that I delivered what you were asking for :) enjoy x

Word Count: 1 841 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

You had it coming for a while, you knew it in the back of your mind. And it’s not like you weren’t looking forward to it, but just that the urges, that were slowly growing stronger for Rúben, inside of you took a backseat as real world deadlines threatened to overcome you.

Rúben had been staying home a lot more than usual since at the beginning of the season they basically have one match per week, the tiredness from all the performances in the last couple of months, coupled with the need to be with you and make up for the lost time, due to his hectic schedule, caused him to not want to leave the house. 

Coming back from work every evening, you were greeted with the sight of him whipping up something simple but delicious for you to feast on, his eyes getting all crinkled up as a smile covered his face whenever he heard you yell “I am home!”. He was playing the part of a perfect boyfriend to the T and you really couldn’t have been more thankful for everything that he was doing for you, even though you couldn’t always say it out loud. 

But behind his loving exterior was something he wasn’t really telling you, for fear of coming across as selfish when he could clearly see the amount of stress you were already in. You weren’t blind though and just like him, you too could see that he was in need of some affection and some attention, was in need of someone telling him he did well on the pitch and was still doing well at home, and you also knew you were that someone. 

You could feel it in his touch, lingering just a second longer than necessary, his fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt to rest against your skin. You could feel it in his kisses, turning hot and fervent despite starting out as soft and gentle. You knew he needed it and you knew he wasn’t going to be explicit enough and say it out loud nor he was going to pressure you into doing something you didn’t have the energy to do. 

Yet upon hearing the slow pitter-patter of water as you came back home, you had found your feet leading you towards the bathroom, your heart picking up its pace at the thought of Rúben taking a shower. The bathroom door unlocked as always, his steamy silhouette could be seen through the glass wall. You couldn’t tell what came over you in that moment, but before you could stop yourself, your hands were moving on their own, getting rid of your clothing piece by piece, until you were naked. 

Your hand came resting against the glass as you peeked inside, taking in the sight in front of you. Rúben looks gorgeous, the water trickling down his body and hugging him at all the right places, his shoulders and hipbones, making you want to lick the wetness away. The sight alone is enough to make you press your legs closer together, a need growing inside of you as you take your time admiring the beauty that is your boyfriend. 

That is, until a voice snaps you out of your thoughts, your eyes meeting Rúben’s as he calls you out. 

“You know you can join me, right?,” he asks, a slight chuckle lacing his playful tone as he sticks his hand out for you to take, pulling you inside and pressing you flat against his chest. He can tell what you’re planning and while it is something he’s been craving all these past days or weeks, now that you were right in front of him, he feels as if just having you so close to him is enough. 

And so he decides to show you, placing the softest of kisses to your crown as his grip tightens around your waist, the sensation making you lift your head up from his chest, a smile on your face. 

“You are so beautiful.” Rúben whispers and that’s all you need to lose your footing. 

Before either of you can realize, your lips are moving in sync with his, a rhythm both familiar and new, being set up as you dance around your desires. You don’t know who started it, but it’s not like it matters anyway. All you can think of in that moment is the way his tongue explores every inch of your mouth, his teeth digging into your bottom lip as you get lost in the love only he can give you. And it’s the same for Rúben, his senses getting overwhelmed as he finds himself getting high on you, on the way you make him feel. You’re all he could ever want and more, and every time you touch him, it feels like you’re reminding him of the reason he’s alive. 

So he takes it in his stride, finally letting go of his fears and his worries, completely losing himself in you, in the love he feels for you. His hands roam all over your water-covered body, from your cheeks to your neck to your breasts and hips, and he takes his sweet time caressing and feeling every single one of them, just like you do too, your own hands lying pressed flat against his toned body. You touch him everywhere, letting your focus shift from his hair to his biceps to the round cheeks of his butt, and as you do so, you also find yourself pulling away from his lips, crouching lower and lower till you’re on your knees in front of him. 

The sight makes something turn on inside of Rúben’s brain, his hands making their way to your cheeks again. But this time, he’s just a little more assertive, pulling you closer to his crotch, because he can tell you already have eyes for his cock. 

“Want a taste?” he asks, his voice hoarse already and a lazy smirk playing on his lips. You can only nod at that, biting your lip as you lean in, placing a kiss to his tip. And from the sigh that escapes from Rúben's mouth at the small gesture, you know it’s just like the first time for him, over and over again. 

“Then suck on it, babe.” his voice calls out again, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

With that, your hands are quick to get wrapped around his shaft as you take him into your mouth, making him throw his head back in the slightest of pleasure. As your tongue begins to roll around his head, you make sure to savor the heavenly taste of his finest delicacy, your teeth grazing against his flesh as you decide to make up for the time and the rounds you've lost out on. 

As you pick up the pace, your surroundings fade away, the sound of the water acting as background music while you continue to give head to Rúben, enjoying the effect you have on him. His hands guide you along, resting at your head, as your own take to massaging his balls, your cheeks hollowed out to the max. Maybe it’s the lack of touch that he’s been forced to go through for the past weeks, or maybe it’s the way you seem so determined on bringing him to his knees, but Rúben can’t seem to control the urge to cum right then and there, his body involuntarily thrusting his dick right down your throat and making you choke. 

“Go faster, please.” he groans, pretty sounds emanating from deep inside his chest as you oblige, going faster and harder as you begin deepthroating him. Countdown from ten in your head and that’s all you need to have him lose it, his seed seeping into your mouth as you lap every bit up. He tastes just as you remember or maybe even better because it’s been so long. As the last drops trickle down your throat, you let out a sigh of satisfaction, licking your lips before gripping his thighs to pull yourself back up. 

Your eyes meet his and you don’t miss the way he smiles at you, and you can’t help but ask, “Was I good?” and make him chuckle at your cuteness. 

“Incredible as always, meu amor.” Rúben says, leaning in to catch your lips in another kiss, his body weight pushing you flat against the glass wall. Maybe it’s you imagining things, but he somehow tastes even sweeter now, the aftertaste of his cum still fresh on your tongue as you make out with him once more. Parting your mouth open with his own tongue, he doesn’t leave a single spot untouched as his cock prods around your heat, silently seeking entrance. 

And you’re only too keen on granting him that, a whimper making its way out of you as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer than closer. 

“I n- need you..” you whine, kissing him harder as you feel yourself grow more needy by the second. Lucky for you though, your boyfriend is a great listener, listening to your demand as he thrusts himself into you, penetrating into your pussy at long last. He feels so delicious like that, moving in and out of you as your thighs squeeze around his, your walls tightening around his length as he fills you up with himself. 

You’re a moaning, struggling mess within seconds, the water making everything foggy and slippery as he continues to thrust in you, massaging all the right places you didn’t even know existed inside of you. Every move of his hips, as they roll against yours, sends you into a frenzy, gibberish rolling off your tongue as he starts speeding up more and more. Your bodies mold into one as you claw at each other’s skin, wanting to be as close to the other as possible. You’re in bliss at that moment, the pent up stress from work and the sexual frustration finally coming to the fore and bursting like a bubble as you make love. 

He cums first, his cock still sensitive from your lip-service as his load fills you up to the brim, his thrusts not stopping as he leads you to your own orgasm. It feels like an eternity and like a single second at the same time, your sense of being completely distorted as you focus only on the pleasure, your nails digging into the skin of his back as he pumps into you one last time, making you ride out your climax in style and leaving you panting for air. 

As a new slew of moans racks through your body, he vows to drown them out in a kiss with his hands holding you in place. When he pulls away, the expression on his face is the most lovesick one you’ve ever seen. 

“Thank you.” is all he says, but it’s enough to fill your heart up with warmth as he pulls away, ready to dry you up and lead you to the bed for another round.

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[findingnemosworld]

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬 + 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!

𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬? )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 … 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

The last thing she had expected when Rúben mentioned a surprise was to find the subject of her fantasies inside of their hotel room – it had been quite a grueling night, Portugal had advanced into the World Cup by deafeating Hungary and while it was quite disheartening to see Dominik’s dejected expression at the end of the game, she was happy for Rùben – however once the pair travelled back to their hotel, he had mentioned that there was a surprise awaiting for them in their hotel room.

And that surprise being none other than, Dominik Szoboszlai.

Flabbergasted, she turns to Rúben with a dumbfounded expression, he smiled in assurance then said, " Dominik and I had an interesting chat before the game " he states.

" He said that you’ve been having some … " Dominik smirks, " interesting dreams "

The way his voice drops an octave when he said the second phrase sent shivers down her spine, her tongue felt arduous - Rúben chuckles, " I told you she’ll be speechless "

Dominik leans in, resting his hand over the back of her neck while the other rests over her waist, his lips capture hers in a bruising and passionate kiss, Rúben on the other hand observed the scenery with a smile across his lips and a deliciously uncomfortable sensation in his sweatpants. " Bite her lower lip, always gets her going " he states, palming his erection through his sweatpants.

Dominik complies, which elicited a whine from her. " Want me to touch you baba? " he cooed, his hand now resting directly over her ass.

" Please " She whines, instinctively leaning closer while his hand sneaked underneath her dress, caressing her inner thighs before finally reaching their destination, his thumb caresssed her clothed clit. " Fuck "

" You like it baba? you like it when I touch you like that " He swiftly turns her around, so that she’d face Rúben who was now seated on the chair, his sweatpants, t-shirt and boxers long discarded, his hand wrapped around his cock that stood erect at the beautiful sight before him, Dominik whispers in her ear. " You like it so much that your man is right there watching us? " he tuts, " Such a dirty girl "

Rúben half chuckles half grunts before responding, " Go on amor, let him fuck you like the dirty slut you are "

Dominik smirks, his digits pushing her panties to the side to graze her swollen pussy and just then, a strangled groan erupts from his lips, he pulls his digits out, which were glistening before he could push them " She is dirty " he chuckles, nuzzling his face in her neck, his other hand creeps up to cup her breasts before he forcefully lowered her bodycon dress, allowing her breasts to spill out - her nipples hardened from the cool air, he tugs on each other while he continued to pepper kisses on her neck.

She tilts her head to grant him more access while her legs quivered the moment he thrusts two of his digits into her pussy, inciting a moan from her as well as a groan from him. " Jesus baba "

The sound of Rúben’s hand thrusting at a rapid pace to match Dominik’s, the scent of sex filling the room coupled with the sounds emitting from her was enough to have her exploding entirely, her eyes were blurred with the orgasmic sensation coursing through her veins. Dominik helps her undress before he quickly undressed himself.

Rúben approaches them, " Where do you want him to start amor? "

Through labored breaths, she said. " I want to have him eat my pussy "

Rúben smirks, he turns to Dominik who’s pupils were dilated, lips parted in complete desire. " You heard her, and I have to warn you Dominik " he grins, " she’s addicting "

Dominik nods, kneeling down and caressing her inner thighs before leisurely licking a long stripe from her clit to her slick pussy inciting a muffled whine from her which was barely audible due to Rúben thrusting his cock inside of her mouth, the sight spurred Dominik on to latch his lips entirely over her pussy, his tongue darted in and out of her slick walls while she bopped her head up and down over Rúben’s cock.

Dominik continues his ministrations, darting his tongue in and out of her pussy while Rúben continued to thrust his cock in and out at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat followed shortly by his loud grunt indicating that he had reached his high, she was quick to follow, he could feel her pussy clenching until her back arched off the bed, and he was hit with her delicious taste which true to Rúben’s word, was in fact addicting.

He pulls back a minute to catch his breath, Rúben chuckles. " Told you, she’s addicting " he hoists her up, " What do you say amor? you get both our cocks at the same time "

She nods softly, a dazed smile adorns her lips as she was now sandwiched between the two of them, Rúben captured her lips in a soft kiss while Dominik nuzzled his face in her neck inciting soft whimpers that Rúben swallowed in his mouth, and suddenly she gasps at the sensation of both their cocks thrusting in at the exact same time, the stretch felt deliciously torturous. " Fuck " she whines.

" Naughty girl " Rúben tuts, " You like feeling two cocks inside of you at once? "

" She does " Dominik grunts, relishing in the way she whined. " She’s squeezing me "

" That’s when you know she likes you " Rúben smirks.

Their thrusts were soon becoming rapid and sloppy in pace all the while each one paid attention to her body, " Oh Fuck " she moans, throwing her head back. " Fuck just like that … just like that, Oh " she cried.

Rúben left a few marks over her breasts before he said, " You’re going to cum amor? "

" Yeah " She whines, " Oh fuck "

" Cum for us amor, show Dominik the cock loving slut I know " Rúben whispered, capturing her lips once again in a kiss. " Cum for us "

She cries out, her arousal seeping through before Rúben lays her down on the bed, he turns to Dominik. " You want to do the honors? "

Dominik nods, taking in Rúben’s previous position while Rúben kneeled down, attaching his mouth to her pussy, Dominik leisurely thrusts his cock inside of her mouth, groaning loudly. " Jesus, her mouth is even more addicting "

Rúben pulls back, " It’s going to be a long night then "

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[pensat-i-fet]

No excuses (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**Another fluffy slightly ansgty request for today. Hope you guys enjoy it ❤️**

Word count: 1623

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Final matchday of the season. And it had been a long season. Especially once the team had nothing to play for and you could only think about what was happening once there were no more matches. It was football wedding season.

When you looked at the stands before making your way to the bench, you saw Rúben there. Last time he attended one of your matches as a fiancé. Next time, he’ll be your husband.

“You’re on”, you heard your coach say when there were only 20 minutes to go. You really expected him to not play you but you’d never say no to any game time.

“Ok”.

City had nothing to play for after a not-so-great season but your rivals were trying to avoid relegation, so the level of intensity was very unbalanced.

“Watch out!”, you said to one of their defenders who tackled you. She was being unnecessarily aggressive.

“Sorry”.

But her apology didn’t mean much when, a couple of minutes later, she tackled you again, twisting your ankle. The pain you felt was so horrible, you fell to the floor and tried to grab your foot. But touching it sent more pain to your ankle and leg, so you let go of it.

The team’s doctors were there quickly and ended up deciding to ask for the stretcher so you wouldn’t have to force your ankle more by trying to walk.

By the time you made it to the infirmary, Rúben was already there.

“How is it? You seem to be in a lot of pain”.

“Always so observant”.

He let your sarcasm slide, listening to what the doctors were saying.

“We’ll need to do an X-ray but don’t have the machines here so off to the hospital we go. You coming, Dias?”

“Of course”, he said, smiling at you but you didn’t smile back.

An hour later, you were still waiting for the results but you had been in this situation before. You knew it was bad.

“It needs surgery”.

The words no athlete wanted to hear. Rúben took your hand to squeeze it, showing he was there to support you.

“Will I need crutches after the surgery?”

“Yes, and a boot. For about…4 or 5 weeks I would say”.

“And if I don’t get the surgery now?”

“What?”, Rúben didn’t understand your question.

“With some rehab, you could move around without them but the longer we wait, the longer it’ll take for you to go back to training”.

“Can I think about it?”, you asked, surprising the doctor and Rúben again.

“Of course. We can’t force you to have surgery. It’s not a life-threatening injury. I’ll leave you alone so you can talk”.

The doctor could read the room well and knew there was a conversation that needed to happen between the couple in front of him. And three was a crowd.

“What are you doing? You need surgery now”.

“The wedding”.

“It’s in three weeks”.

“Yes, do you want your bride to walk towards you waiting at the altar in crutches? To not be able to dance?”

“Is that really the problem? You’re being ridiculous! Your career and your health come first!”

“Rúben! I’ve been dreaming about my wedding my entire life. And about our wedding since you proposed. I don’t want anything to ruin it and we're not cancelling it and waiting another year to get married”.

“As long as you’re there and say yes to the priest's questions, we’ll be fine”.

“Easy for you to say”.

“My love, the boot will be covered by the dress. We can sit during the ceremony and take the crutches away. There are solutions to this”.

“I won’t be able to walk well. How do I walk to the altar with my dad?”, your dad’s health wasn’t the best and he couldn’t walk you there if you were going to have to put a lot of weight on him.

“Mine can help”.

“I want my dad to walk me to the altar. That's non-negotiable".

“Both can do it. One for sentimental value and the other to help”.

When you started to cry harder, Rúben sat next to you to hug you. It wasn’t just the wedding that worried you.

“Stop finding reasons to make me do it”, you said, finally allowing yourself to cry.

“I won’t. I’m not letting you ruin your career for stupid reasons”.

“I can’t do all of this again”.

He already knew what you meant and felt his heart breaking. He should have guessed.

“If you could recover from an ACL injury, this should be so easy by comparison”.

“It took so long to feel confident on the pitch again after that injury. What if I can’t manage it this time? I’m tired of being injured. I’m scared the next injury will be the one that ends my career”.

“It won’t be. And I’ll be there every step of the way, ok? Should we…should we tell the doctor you’re getting the surgery now?”

You nodded, still afraid. And worried about your wedding. The happiest day of your life wasn’t looking to be so happy then.

                                       **

A couple of days later you were back home after your surgery. Rúben and your family had been spoiling you since the day you got injured. Treating you as if you were made of glass and while it was nice…it was also really pissing you off.

“I think I’ll take a nap”.

“Me too”, he saw your expression and it confused him. “Do you not want me here?”

“It’s not that Rúben. I just think I need some alone time”.

“Right”.

He nodded and left but you could tell he had been hurt by your rejection. You didn’t want to hurt him but…you also needed to be able to breathe for a second. Since the surgery happened, there was always someone by your side. And while it was nice to be looked after, your anxiety kept getting worse because of it. That plus all the wedding drama…it was too much.

However, a good three-hour nap did wonders and when you woke up, you felt like a new person. Hearing a light knock on the door brought a smile to your face.

“Come in”.

“Feeling better?”

“Yes, and I’m sorry. I’m a grumpy lady but I just needed a second alone. It’s been a crazy couple of days”.

“I get that. You just have to tell me and I’ll understand”.

You motioned for him to get closer so you could kiss him. “We can cuddle now if you want to”.

“I need to go get some food first. Anything you want?”

“Could you get me a coffee on your way back?”

“Sure”.

“It’s a long order, grab some paper”.

“I’ll manage. Tell me what it is”.

You weren’t sure he’d be able to remember but didn’t want to argue.

“Ready?”, he nodded. “It’s a Venti Salted Caramel Cream Cold Brew with an extra vanilla pump. You got it?”

“Sure. Easy”.

On the way out, Rúben wrote it down on his phone, trying not to forget anything. He was far from being a coffee expert since he didn’t even drink it. But come on. How complicated could it be to order one? Though that order of yours sounded slightly complicated to him.

When he got back, you were itching to get up and go help him put all the groceries away. But you were still stuck in bed. The frustration made you feel terrible again.

“Here is your coffee. And I got your favourite biscuits. Do you want some with it?”

“Sure! Thank you. You are the best”.

Rúben left to find a plate for your biscuits and you took a good look at the coffee he bought you. It clearly wasn’t the one you liked but it could be nice too. Even if the first sip tasted terrible. He couldn’t know you didn’t like it.

But when you needed to go to the toilet, Rúben was there to make sure you were fine and he saw the cup was almost full. You always took your time drinking your iced coffee but it looked like you barely had any.

"Was the coffee ok?"

"Yes, of course", you said, avoiding looking at him. "But I think it doesn't agree with the meds I'm taking".

"I got the wrong one, right?"

There was no point in lying. "Yes, but it's good too. And I always drink the same. It's fun to try new flavours".

"Don't treat me like a child".

"You are doing the same to me", you tried to laugh but he didn't see the fun side.

"Because you're injured. And I can't even look after you properly".

"Where is this coming from?"

"I feel useless. You have all this anxiety and I can't do anything to help. You might not even enjoy your wedding day and what can I do about it? Nothing".

"If you show up, that'd be quite helpful".

"It's not funny".

"It is. And I can't walk to where you are so come here and sit", you waited for him to do that and took his hand. "This injury is a pain in the ass. The timing couldn't be worse but I've made my peace with it. But I need you to relax. Even if I don't want to think about it, it all stresses me. So I need you to be the strong one who pretends to have it all under control".

"I could try and have it all under control too".

"Let's meet in the middle with a fake it till you make it?"

"Deal".

"Also, next time you can write down the coffee order".

"Or you could start drinking cappuccinos. That's easy".

"But I'm not".

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[melanieph321]

could you do one of rúben training in the girl's garden (continuing with the story of the brazilian girl) and her mother and aunts saying that he's hot 😂

As you wish 🤣

Ruben Dias x Reader - No Son of Mine (Part 2)

Enjoy!

The days in São Paulo were hot, especially in the summertime. You were enjoying the sun with your sisters and aunts, whilst your dad and uncles got started on the BBQ. Ruben kept your cousins busy, chasing them around in the backyard, playing football.

"Here, put this on." Your auntie, passed you a bottle of sunscreen. You hesitated at first, considering that you've never had to put it on in England. During the English summers your melanin skin was enough to protect you, however the sun in Brazil had you cooking like a steak in a pan.

"Ruben!" You called him over to put some sunscreen on him as well. He ran towards you and your aunties, sweaty from the energetic game with your little cousin.

"Please go easy on them." You said, waiting for him to pull his shirt over his head so that you could massage some sunscreen onto his back.

"What do you mean?" He grinned.

You rolled your eyes. He was so competitive even with children. You watched him pass the ball between your cousins legs, triping their feet as if this was a real leauge game.

"Just go easy on them." You sighed.

"I am baby, don't worry." He leaned down to peck your lips before running back to the children, leaving his drenched t-shirt on your taning bed. You shook your head with a smile on your lips.

"Where do I get me one of those?" You aunt muttered, watching Ruben running away from you. Your sisters next to her nodded agreeingly.

"I guy like that must be good in bed?"

"Excuse me." You gasped.

"But he's so big, no?"

"I'm not having that discussion with you." Your aunties and sisters shared a look then laughed. "That means yes." They hollered.

"I can imagine." Your auntie removed her sunglasses and started nibbling at it's edge. "One stroke of him and I'd be out for the rest of the day."

"Aunty." You gasped at their unfiltered comments about your fiancés appearance. They clearly found him very attractive, perhaps even more than you.

"What?" She protested. "Y/N, I can't believe the fact that you don't have five children running around with a man like that walking around the house. I'd have him flip me over the first thing in the morning."

The ladies laughed. You blushed.

"Ruben and I haven't thought about having kids yet."

"Cuz you want him all to yourself huh?"

The ladies fell back in laughter again. There was no point in fighting them. They lay half naked and dehydrated in the sun, as drunk as they come. You were just happy that all of your family members seemed to love Ruben, but not as much as you did.

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[canirove]

Granada | Epilogue

Author's note: And we've made it to the end 🙁 This story is one of my favourites I've written so far, and seeing so many of you liking it is just 🥹 So thank you very much for reading it and supporting it, it means a lot 💜 And to anyone who may have seen this story on the tags and has had doubts about reading it or not because it is a period drama, give it a go! People who who also felt like that have told me that they gave it a chance and found themselves really enjoying it 😉

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"Do you have a darker shade of red?"

"Umm… something like this, my prince?"

"Yes, that's perfect" Rúben smiled. "This swimming pool has to be perfect. I want her to look at it the same way she looks at the ceilings in the palace."

"We'll do our best, my prince" the builder said. 

"Rúben! Rúben!" someone called behind him.

"Anne? What is it?"

"It's time" she said, trying to catch her breath.

"Now?"

"Yes, now. Come" she urged him before starting to run again towards the palace. 

"Is that normal?" Rúben asked as they got closer to his room.

"I'm pretty sure I was louder" Anne chuckled as another scream was heard.

"Make it stop!" Rowena yelled when Rúben and Anne walked into the room.

"It'll be over soon, princess."

"Rowena, I'm here" he said, kneeling next to the bed. "I'm here, my love."

"Rúben… Rúben, it hurts so much" she cried.

"I know it does."

"No, you don't! You men know nothing!"

"We actually don't, no" he chuckled. "But you can do this."

"I can't. I am so tired, Rúben. I just want to…" but she wasn't able to finish her sentence, only scream. 

"Can you do something to help with the pain?" he asked the midwife.

"She's already taken as much as it is allowed."

"But it isn't enough!" Rowena complained, squeezing Rúben's hand with such strength he thought she may break it.

"It'll be over soon, you'll see" Lady Rice said.

"How did you do it, mother? How did you do this five times?" she cried.

"We women are stronger than we think."

"I'm not."

"You are, Rowena. You are the strongest woman I know."

"Rúben, this isn't the moment to get chee… bloody hell!" she screamed.

"Princess, it's time to push" the midwife said.

"No, no, no. I can't. I'm not ready. Mother…"

"You are ready. Isn't she, Rúben?"

"I…" he mumbled, flashbacks from his dream coming back. 

"Rúben. Rúben" Rowena said, caressing his cheek and forgetting about her pain for a brief moment. "This isn't your nightmare. I may be hurting like hell, but I'm not going anywhere."

"He is the one who should leave."

"What?" both Rowena and Rúben said at the same time, looking at the midwife.

"This is no place for a man, my prince."

"I don't care. I'm not leaving her" he said.

"My prince…" 

"He is staying!" Rowena yelled as she felt another contraction coming.

"Alright, then" the woman sighed.

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"And? What is it?" Rúben asked. Rowena had been pushing for a while, getting more and more tired as time passed, and the baby still wasn´t with them.

"I think… I think the baby is stuck."

"What?" he said, feeling his heart beating even faster than it already was.

"What can we do?" Lady Rice asked.

"Changing her position may be enough. My prince, I'm going to need you to sit behind the princess."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. Sit her between your legs and hold hers open. I think it will make the pushing easier for her, and the angle will help the baby too."

"Are you sure?"

"I've done it before, though never with the help of a man."

"Lady Rice?"

"Just do it, Rúben!" Rowena yelled again. "I want this baby out of me, and I want it now!"

"You heard her" Lady Rice chuckled.

"Oh, that's perfect. Push, princess. Push!" the midwife said.

"Is it working?" Rúben asked.

"It is. Come on, princess. Another big push!"

"That's it, Rowena. You are doing great" Lady Rice encouraged her.

"I can't… I can't…" she cried.

"The head is almost here, princess. Another push and it'll be out."

"That's our baby, Rowena. You can do it" Rúben said to her ear.

"No… I can't."

"Now, princess. Push!"

"The head, Rowena! I see the head!" Lady Rice said, tears already falling down her cheeks.

"One more push, princess."

"No… Rúben, no. I'm too tired."

"Just one more. You can do it, cupcake."

"Don't… call me… that!" she screamed as she pushed again. 

"You did it, princess! You did it!" the midwife said, a baby with dark hair on her arms. A baby who was moving… and crying. Loudly.

"Those are some nice lungs" Rúben chuckled.

"He is a strong one. Just like his parents" the midwife said, putting the baby in Rowena's arms.

"A boy. It's a boy, Rúben. A healthy boy with his ten fingers and toes. Look at… Rúben, are you crying?"

"I am, yes" he said, trying to wipe away his tears. "I just… You know how scared this made me. And to see you both here, and that everything is alright… because they are alright, aren't they?" he asked the midwife.

"They are, my prince. She now will need to rest, but they both are alright."

"Good, good" he smiled while still crying.

"Why don't you hold him while they finish cleaning her up?" Lady Rice said.

"Me?"

"You are his father, aren't you?" she chuckled.

"Yes, of course" he said, carefully moving from the bed to not hurt Rowena and letting the nurses do their job.

"He looks so tiny on those arms of yours" Rowena laughed. 

"But he wasn't tiny" the midwife chuckled.

"Oh, I know" she laughed again. "Rúben… Rúben, are you sure you are alright?"

"Better than ever" he said as he kissed the baby's head. His son. 

"Mother… Is this why you got pregnant so many times? Because seeing father with us just made you want to make more babies?"

"It may have been one of the reasons, yes" Lady Rice laughed. "Do you have a name yet?"

"We don't. But we thought about something with an R. It's like our letter. Rowena, Rúben, Rice, ruby…" she said, touching the little stone hanging around her neck.

"Rafael."

"What?

"Rafael. He looks like a Rafael, don't you think?" Rúben said, not lifting his eyes from the baby. He still couldn't believe he was real. 

"Prince Rafael sounds lovely" Lady Rice said. "And he seems to like it" she chuckled when the baby started crying again.

"Is that a cry of liking it?" Rúben asked with a worried look.

"And of mother, I'm hungry."

"Oh, I see. Umm…"

"Give him to me" Rowena said, stretching her arms. "Let's just hope he didn't get your appetite."

"Mine? Who is the one who could eat a whole tray of cupcakes in one go… cupcake?" he asked with a teasing smile.

"Shh!" 

"Don't shush me, Romina."

"Mother, I will retract myself from what I said earlier. I don't want to have more babies anymore. I hate men."

"Oh, I also said that so many times, Rowena" Lady Rice laughed. "It didn't work, tho. When you've met the one, there is nothing you can do about it."

"Not even running away?"

"Nothing" she repeated. 

"We are stuck together, Rowena. You said it yourself" Rúben smiled. That smile.

"I guess we are, yes" she sighed, trying to hide her smile and thinking about the girl who had arrived at that same palace a few years ago. 

A girl who could have never imagined that she would enjoy living in that new country as much as she did. That she would risk her life for it and its people. That she would end up falling crazy in love with the stupid handsome boy who couldn't get her name right. A boy who was now a man. Her husband. The father of her son. Her home. The one. Rúben.

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#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[oh-saints]

Star gazing with ruben dias

stars

“pretty people should always be surrounded by pretty things,” rúben likes to say to you. and he stands by it, never giving you less than all the pretty things he thinks you deserve. up until the very end of your life.

rúben dias x you

word count: 2.1k

tw: implied talks about life and death

note: hi hi hi i’m back! finally managed to battle jetlag and post-breakup heartbreak and all the jazz… anyway the summary and the tw might indicate spoiler...👀 so proceed at your own risk. but as usual, i happen to write at dawn so ofc this is not proof-read.

“gatinha,”

you were perched on the stool on the opposite of the kitchen island, on the other end of where he was cooking, watching him stirring the pot that was hosting his favourite dish that night, legs dangling like a kid on a swing.

it was another friday for you two. on fridays where he didn’t have to go for an away match, you held the tradition to be civil and normal by ordering in dinner or he cooked for the lives of you both. the tradition included you indulging him the pleasure of being called with an affectionate portugese pet name, and he’d laugh at how badly you butchered the pronunciation.

and he was about to do just that—chuckling at your terrible but endearing effort—when you continued, eyes were casted down like your feet were more amazing that looking at his eyes.

that was when rúben realised something was off the mark. because you’d declared openly to him that you love his brown orbs so much to the point you didn’t think you could say no if he looked at you intensely with those eyes—the claim was still proven true until now without amiss, by the way.

“can we take the dinner to the backyard?”

with your pursed lips, rúben immediately noticed the nervousness that was hiding behind the strong front.

it wasn’t his first or second rodeo actually, seeing you nervous when asking something. one of the things rúben liked about you was how you almost never asked of him about anything, unless necessary. so different to people he’d met before, asking too much when they couldn’t give anything in return. and that was solidified rúben’s justification to date you already, despite being ordinary person compared to his superstar status, because you made him want to do anything and everything you didn’t ask for.

it started small, at first. trinkets from his away matches, then it grew into sending a bouquet of flowers every week to your small coffeeshop. and still, what you appreciated the most wasn’t the stuffs he brought to your table but the little notes he left behind for you because for you, it was always the thought that mattered.

the same reason you never asked for extravagant dinners, branded clothes and bags, or all these things rúben could’ve easily gotten for you. the same reason you only accepted him entirely into your life—after he sent you a hampers of flowers and fine china mugs, with a hand-written scribbles of pretty people should always be surrounded by pretty things.

so who was he to deny when you, for once in blood moon, asked something from him?

“anything you want, meu anjo,” was always rúben’s answer whenever you had a favour to ask, and he meant it without further question asked. as long as it was within his capacity and capability, he intended to make it real for you.

“thank you,” and you would always grin widely at him every time he responded to your silly requests, so wide it turned your eyes into a pair of sickle moons, and rúben had never looked at whatever orbiting the sky the same anymore since he’d met you. you paled everything else in this terrestrial realm the way the moon outshone everything else in its own reign.

especially when you smile, the way you were doing now as rúben laid down the traditional red picnic mat he’d kept from the last time he had the idea of doing a picnic nearby hyde park. you’re always genuine when you smile, to the point you would rather stir the conversation elsewhere if it required you to fake a reaction, so rúben knew every smile coming from you is precious and he swore he’d do anything to keep them alive whenever you were with him.

but for once, rúben had to question his eyes when he noticed the glint in your eyes faltered a bit, despite the smile still attached to your face, as you asked him, “do you think the stars are alive, my love?”

you were supposed to twinkle like the object in talking, so why did you look so tense?

“i truthfully don’t know,” rúben tucked the freshly-cut short hair behind your ears, so soft against his rough skin, while you laid down on the red fabric. “you tell me, meu anjo.”

“i think they do. it’ll explain why some are bright and some aren’t,” while the smile were still intact, your eyes shut down, and rúben missed them already, for they were so clear the stars could be reflected through them as if you were an extension to the starlit sky. “some are having good days and some aren’t.”

“then do they die, minha vida?”

“yes, i think they do. it’ll explain the fallen stars,” you patted the empty spot beside yours, silently urging rúben to lie down beside you and watch the night skyline together. “what do you think?”

rúben didn’t concede to your whim this time though, because he thought he was looking at his universe already. “why do you think they can die?”

“because sadly, in life, pretty things cannot last forever, rúben.”

however, when rúben was awoken by the loud sound of you crashing down the toiletries in your shared bathroom, only to find you collapsed lifelessly on the floor, things were slowly put into its respective place by Mother Nature.

things you were supposed to hide from him, that is.

it didn’t take a genius to figure out eventually that something had gone terribly wrong with you because you had never fallen down like a paper doll like that. the sight of you lying helplessly unconscious even terrified him to the point he was praying loudly to god—or whoever that might be listening—to save you, as he’d never seen your skin so pale and your lips so blue.

and he’d noticed the nervous, shaking baritone of the ER doctors that had come to your aide when they were about to explain their deduction of your condition.

but he never expected the doctors would be dropping a nuclear bomb on his head.

out of all things he could think of, a brain tumour at the most dangerous part of your brain was definitely not something in his cards. the position was too risky for an immediate surgery, especially with the humongous size you were having, so chemotherapy was what you’d been doing behind his back—and it was only now it made sense to him why you liked to wear scarfs over your head as of late.

but you were racing against time. as an early result, you were losing your hair and eyesight at the same time. the combination of the position and the weight of the deadly mound was slowly eroding your vision, and sudden blackout was actually expected if rúben had known earlier about it.

hell, had he known about it…

good god, he should’ve seen the signs. the scarfs, the constant ponytails around him, the recently short-cut hair… so weird when you know he loves your hair dangling down your back so much.

how could he think of the ridiculous number of meds you were taking as merely vitamins?

so stupid of him.

“i’ll convince her to take the surgery,” was all his response at the end of the doctors’ explanation. how could she think of delaying the inevitable, when her eyesight was what was at risk? when she was at risk?

but of course, he was met by a ferocious response from you. so fierce it actually scared the life of rúben, for you had never been so violent and abrasive around him. you were always calm and collected, the two of you made a rather cold couple from the outside.

“it’s a decision where my life’s at stake, rúben!” you cried out, desperation lingered in the air—rúben from wanting to have you back in pristine condition; yours from the freight of what you could lose entirely, should the surgery go south. “you can’t decide that for me!”

but who was he to deny when you asked something from him, when you’d asked nothing from him?

so rúben conceded to your whims of undergoing chemo. he’d made sure your monthly schedule was right up in his alley, on days where he didn’t have to travel for an away match, so he could be by your side without fail. he wasn’t about to let you go through endless post-procedure vomits alone without help, he would be the one holding your hand before and after the long-hours procedure had ended.

he wasn’t about to leave you behind when the waves were rough, when the most devilish demon in the form of insecurity came knocking on your door. he would be the one swiping your tears away and kissing you breathlessly to tell you that you were still beautiful in his eyes because you gave the meaning of the word entirely different since he’d come to know you.

only pep knew the reason behind his monthly absence, though, for rúben had promised you absolute secrecy from the world about your condition. albeit, still with a sworn commitment that rúben shall deliver every match he was starting.

despite your resilience throughout the whole procedure and diligence in participating every pre and post procedural events, your condition was beyond the chemo’s saving. it had taken rúben numerous days to hold you in his arms while you cried for your life, endless hours to say all the reasons to fight your firm belief you were on the losing ends rather than reaping the possible benefits that might come after the procedure, and abundance of word strings that was equivalent to how much rúben loves you, even if you couldn’t see him anymore.

the last one held the biggest contribution to your final decision to undergo the surgery, as suggested. rúben’s countless declaration of his love, regardless of your detoriating condition, pushed you to take the life-altering procedure because deep down, you wanted to become better—for yourself, for both of you, and mostly for him.

for rúben, who’d been nothing less than a perfect boyfriend you could ever ask for since day 1.

“come here.”

rúben kneeled forward without further ado, bringing himself closer to your arm’s length. your hands immediately reached for his stubbles, stroked the sharp edges along his jaw and cheekbones ever so slowly. your eyes traced where your hands went, and he knew you were back trying to memorise your favourite features of him.

he hated it, the depressing thought you were having—that this surgery might fail and this was your last chance to see him, feel him before complete blackness became your friend. you were one of the brightest, most positive person he’d come across and he hated that this disease were slowly taking the light away from you too.

“i love you,” and rúben didn’t stutter his words. his eyes zeroed down on you, unwavering like his words, and you smiled widely at that because you knew he knew the demonic thoughts you weren’t supposed to be having. had you had the energy, you would certainly laugh at your boyfriend for catching you red.

“i know.”

“good, because i’m going to wait right here, okay?”

you nodded with a rather meek smile this time, and rúben’s heart constricted at the sight because he knew you were mustering every energy left inside of you, yet you still looked so ethereally beautiful as if the disease weren’t eating your life away. “okay.”

“so you must come back to me, you hear me?” rúben brought your flimsy hand to kiss the back of your hand, your knuckles. “promise me that.”

“i will,” your hand slipped away from his, only to reach up to his face and pulled his lips towards yours to seal the deal. “i love you.”

the gentle breeze whispered against his lips were enough of an assurance at that time, for you said it with a tone as resolute as someone of your condition could do. so he let you go after one last kiss—a short one this time as he watched the stars in your eyes were slowly fleeting away, thanks to the meds kicking in—wheeled by the medics into the operating theatre, and already looking forward to see you again in the next couple of hours.

but rúben should’ve known that will was never a stronger word than going to when promising something.

for you never came back to him.

and the stars shone the brightest he’d ever seen that night since coming in town.

#anon asks #oh-saints answers #oh-saints writes #oh-saints writes requests #ruben dias #rúben dias #ruben dias blurb #ruben dias blurbs #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias imagines #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fics #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias fanfics #ruben dias fanfiction #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias oneshot #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias angst #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x reader #footie fic #footie fics #footballer x you #footballer x reader

[emwritesfootball]

Protective Jealousy | Rúben Dias

Can you do a one-shot of jealous/ protective Rúben Dias? Thanksss

A/N: dedicated to @bluemoonstonesy, the love of my (and John's) life &lt;3

Warnings: alcohol, secret relationship, some light smut

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“You’re staring again,” Stones says as he comes up to Rúben from behind, handing him a beer. 

“Can’t help it,” is Rúben’s reply as he takes a swig, his gaze still focused on you as you laugh at something Haaland says. His eyes narrow when Erling places a hand on your arm, though, and John briefly wonders if he’s going to have to hold Rúben back or stop him from taking on their star striker.

“I know what you mean,” John says, catching the eye of his girlfriend Olivia and giving her a small smile from across the room. 

Everyone is out celebrating the end of another great season and because you’re friends with a few of the WAGs, you’ve been invited to attend. The atmosphere is electric and you love being around it. You’d also come to see Rúben, but that was a secret you were trying to keep to yourself. 

You made eye contact with Rúben on your way to the kitchen to grab another drink, disappearing through the door. You were halfway through pouring the alcohol for your mixed drink when you felt a presence behind you, followed closely by hands wrapping around your waist and someone’s hard body pressed against your back.

“Hey,” Rúben murmured, kissing the side of your neck. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” You turned around, taking his face in your hands so you could give him a proper kiss. Rúben’s hands moved to grab your ass and deepen the kiss, but you stopped it before it could get too far. “We can’t - not here.” Both of you are breathing heavily after that kiss and you know just how good it could get if you let Rúben have his way, but you know it wouldn’t be a good idea.

“I know. Season’s almost over and then we’ll go public.” That was the agreement the two of you had entered this relationship on, and in that moment, you couldn’t quite figure out why you’d agreed to it. 

You stepped away from Rúben, trying to focus on pouring the rest of your mixed drink with your body still acutely aware of Rúben centimeters away. You let out a whimper as his hands slid up your sides to cup your boobs and he nibbled on your earlobe. “Rúben, please.”

“I should mark you…”

“But then people would ask questions.”

“It doesn’t have to be that visible. I could make it so only Erling could see it when he’s looking down your shirt.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, knowing Rúben would most likely mistake the response as approval. “He has not been looking down my shirt.”

“He has, but I know you’re mine so that’s okay.”

“Jealous there, Rúben?” You asked, smirking. 

“Not jealous,” he growled, kissing you hungrily. “Protective.”

“Same thing.”

“Absolutely not, Princesa.”

Your giggle was quickly stifled as Rúben picked you up and placed you on the countertop. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as you made out with him while everyone else partied in the next room. 

“Okay, we really have to stop,” you whimpered as Rúben started to unbutton your jeans and slide a hand down your pants. “We can continue this at my place later. Leave separately within the hour?”

Rúben grabbed your hand and placed it against his growing erection. “Make that thirty minutes.”

It was the longest thirty minutes of your life, but now that Rúben had pointed out Haaland’s interest in you, it was obvious to you that he was staring down your shirt when you picked up the conversation from earlier. 

“I think I’m going to head out now,” you said, excusing yourself from your conversation with Erling.

“Enjoy the rest of the night with your boyfriend,” Erling replied, looking over you and nodding to Rúben.

“Wait…you know?”

“Everyone knows - we’re just waiting for Rúben to make it official.”

#Rúben Dias x reader #Rúben Dias x you #Rúben Dias imagines #Rúben Dias imagine #Rúben Dias oneshot #Rúben Dias one shot #Rúben Dias smut #Rúben Dias fluff #Rúben Dias fanfiction #Rúben Dias fan fiction

[julianalvarez9]

author's note: here's a list of the works i loved to read during the month of may that i can't quite recomend enough with just a reblog, so i decided to do a whole post about them!! enjoy them and don't forget to leave feedback, it's always appreciated by writers <3

indicators: (s) for smut, (f) for fluff, (a) for angst.

martin ødegaard

captain's lucky charm by @fallinforerling (f)

martin needs a bit of extra motivation to perfom at his best during training, and taking you with him to the training center is just what he needs (even if his teammates tease him about you being his lucky charm).

make up by @808heartz (a/f)

your jokes about forgetting your date with martin make him more upset than you expected.

to have and to heal by @yellowkitkieran

single working dad martin odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. that’s not to mention football, life and... love?

joão félix

untitled by @yuoluver (f)

joão is your college crush, and you are his. he comes every day, 5 minutes earlier than you, and requests that we have your coffee ready before you arrive.

j’suis sa baby by @minnlix (s)

fwb with joao can never end well when feelings are involved.

white-hot forever by @minnlix (a/f)

you didn’t realize how quickly your life would spin out of control when he leaves to play football in another country, and you definitely couldn’t have predicted his going-away gift either.

kai havertz

trouble by @greykitkepa (a/f)

kai thinks he won’t have a problem having a fwb relationship with tuchel’s niece, since you’re only in town for the summer. he is so, so wrong.

rúben dias

mani joahae by @masonjpg (f)

following his third premier league win, you question the nature of you and ruben's relationship.

selfie partner by @rubendiasatl (f)

finding your neighboord taking selfies in the elevator can be the start of something.

most important by @melanieph321 (f)

you can always count on rúben, even if he knows that you son will always be the most important person to you.

(untitled) by @bluenumbernine (s)

rúben's breeding kink comes to the light.

headcanons: height gap by @oh-saints (f)

princess by @oh-saints (f)

planing to surprise your boyfriend for his birthday. domestic!rúben is good for the soul.

paddock by @oh-saints (f)

rúben was only supposed to enjoy another favourite sport of his over the weekend in monaco and she was only supposed to drag george russell from the william’s garage, for the driver hung around too much with alex albon. but life, as we know it, never made it as simple as it seemed.

2+1 by @808heartz (f)

when you and rúben start posting less of each other, fans start to speculate.

pedri

just best "friends" by @didishawn (s)

even if everyone thinks you two are already dating, you two are keen on mantaining you're just friends. but you two very much like each other, and things scalate when you start playing fight.

secret by @pedrithink (f)

everyone thinks you and gavi are dating, but you have eyes for someone else.

tret alexander arnold

untitled by @judeswhore (s)

dirty talk is what trent enjoys the most, joined by having being between your legs.

gio reyna

more than friends by @808heartz (f)

one second you’re making a pillow fort and the next you’re telling your childhood best friend that you love him.

john stones

(untitled) by @bluenumbernine (f)

you can always count on john to calm your racing thoughts.

it's me, isn't it? by @bluemoonstonesy

riling each other up turns out to be you two's favorite sport.

pablo torre

campeón by @pedriscroquettes (f)

protective!pablo headcanons (especially at the celebrations for winning la liga!)

leandro trossard

for lovers who hesitate by @808heartz (f)

drunken confessions and pounding headaches with a fearful regret in the morning. but at least, he takes your makeup off for you at night.

sure thing by @808heartz (f)

meeting leandro’s teammates isn’t as bad as you thought it’d be.

mason mount

been here all along by @mm-xix (a/f)

mason's new girlfriend is driving him away from you and your friend group, and it wouldn't be so bad (although it is) if he hadn't forgotten to attend his best friend's birthday party.

ben chilwell

(untitled) by @englishfairylights (f)

stealing ben's hoodies comes with a sweet revelation.

#may fic rec tag #football imagines #football imagine

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

between the lines | chapter 04

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

synopsis: isabella is a sports journalist covering the premier league. she has sworn to never get involved with a football player. that is, until she meets a handsome portuguese defender. warnings: incorrect journalism references; timeline of events are not faithful to real life; i have never been to england; mutual pining; romantic comedy;  minors dni.

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Chapter 04 — A game of two halves

rubendias hey feeling better?

Oh no. Shit. What did I do? Of course I would end up doing something as stupid as texting him. I should have gotten rid of this crush a long time ago. Should have blocked him on all social media. Should have moved to Turkey.

It takes me an embarrassing amount of time to come up with an answer. ‘Yes, thanks. Sorry for bothering you last night.’ – that’s casual enough, right? He replied with a ‘No worries’, and I tried to move on with my life.

On Wednesday night, I was at my brother’s house, watching football, as always. It was champions league night and City was in Spain playing Real Madrid for the first leg of the semi final. Sienna was sitting next to me on the couch while Carlos was putting baby Lucía to bed.

“Who do we want to win?” She asked me seemingly super interested.

“The guys dressed in blue.” I say, trying to hide my blushing.

It’s been over a week and Rúben and I havent text or run into each other at supermarkets since last time. Which is good, and it’s not making me anxious at all. I’m definitely not constantly thinking about how much I embarrassed myself after just a few glasses of wine, maybe more than a few. The match was incredible, high quality performance from both teams for the entire 90 minutes. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen for even a second. When the ref blows the final whistle, I have a smile on my face. 

“They should send you on international trips. You covered most of City’s games this season, you should be there for this one too!” Carlos suggests.

“That kind of ruins the whole me being a correspondent thing, if they just send me back to Spain, you know?”

“Bullshit. Free trip to Madrid would be cool.”

He’s right, it would be cool. Instead, I go back to my tiny studio apartment. As I check my phone before bed, my heart beats rapidly and I feel my hands start to sweat. He texted me.

rubendias can i call you if thats okay with you

I replay ‘Yes’ as quickly as humanly possible, not even thinking about what it means or what he wants. I send him my number and after a minute I hear his voice on the other side of the line.

“Hi, Isa.” I can practically hear him smiling over the phone and I can’t help smiling back.

“Hi.” I try to sound cool and interesting, it’s hard to tell if I succeed, especially saying only one word.

“Did you watch the game?” Rúben asks. I’m laying in bed, on my stomach, with my feet up in the air. I’m wearing one of my dad’s old t-shirts, like, older than my brother. Hair is a mess, no make up. I’m in what I call my ‘raw’ state. Just skin and bones. I’m glad Rúben can’t see me now.

“I did, yes. Amazing! Really, top, top performance from everybody today.” I’m truly excited as I speak and he chuckles.

“It really was, I’m very lucky to be a part of something like this.” There’s a pause after he says that. I don’t know what to say, he was the one that asked to call. After a second too long, he continues: “I thought a lot about what you said. That I don't know what you look like when you’re having fun.” He gives a light chuckle again, as if he’s nervous saying that. I’m definitely nervous hearing it. “I want to know.”

“Oh. Yeah? You want to be friends?” I ask, trying so hard not to shove my head under a pillow and scream for two hours straight.

“Something like that. I want to get to know you better.” 

I don’t even have time to answer because right after he says: “Shit, I have to go. But can I call you again? And we could meet up, maybe?”

“Yeah, sure. Yes, call me.”

We say goodbye and I don’t know how to fall asleep after that. This guy is already everywhere I go, how much bigger do I want to make this problem? Does he even know what he does to me? I have work tomorrow and all I can do is stare at the ceiling wondering what the hell does he want from me. What do I have to offer? Is it just sex, is he just trying to sleep with me? And just like that, it’s 3 am, and then 6 am, and I have to get up.

“You look like shit, what happened to you?” Sebastian, as always, so subtle. He’s probably right. We’re doing office work and as a proof I’m not God’s favorite sheep, Seb sits right next to me, staring and evaluating me as a kindergarten would to a baby chick.

“I just couldn't sleep, okay? Fuck off.”

He continues staring at me while he reaches into his pocket and grabs a little bottle, he shows it to me and it reads ‘melatonin’ in big letters.

“I have drops and gummies, which one do you want?” He asks and I sigh, reminding myself that it’s not his fault I couldn't sleep and that we’re actually friends.

“It’s okay,” I wave, denying his offer. “It's not a recurring issue.”

“Oh…” Seb then raises his brow. “I see…”

“Yeah? What do your ‘all seeing’ eyes see?” I laugh at his facial expression, he looks like he just heard the juiciest secret.

“It’s a guy issue, isn't it? A ‘lad’ issue!” Seb points at me and I continue to laugh.

“Nope.”

“No?”

“It’s a ‘man’ issue.” I pronounce each word carefully and it’s Seb’s time to laugh.

“I see, good luck with your ‘man issue’.”

I nod and point at his desk.

“Now let’s get back to work, this is my least favorite part of my day, I don’t want to spend more time than needed here.”

During my lunch break, as if he knew I was available, Rúben called.

“Hi, Isa.” 

I mean, fuck me, right? Will I ever get tired of hearing him say my name?

“Hi. Rúben.”

Does he feel like this too? Should I be calling his name more often?

“What do you think of dinner? I mean, us having dinner together. Tonight.” He gives that nervous chuckle again and the butterflies in my stomach almost make me throw up. Disgusting.

“Well, I was planning on having dinner anyway.” I joke.

"That 's great!” He enthusiastically replies.

“It’s a very important meal.”

“It’s one of my favorites.” Rúben laughs saying that.

“One of? Which one is your favorite?” I ask curiously.

“I really like breakfast. Brunch at second place.”

“Maybe I can change your mind about dinner. Tonight, right? Jump it up a few places?”

“If you can't,” He clears his throat. “Then we’ll have breakfast together tomorrow,” Rúben laughs, joking. “and maybe I’ll change your mind?”

I pause for a second, biting my lips. 

"It 's a deal.”

When Sienna calls me later in the day, I don’t tell her about the dinner. I just listen to her talking about baby Lucía’s shenanigans, and about the new dish she learned using only three ingredients, according to her I will never guess which ingredients it is; when Mel texts me, I don’t tell her about the date either, I mean dinner, shit. Dinner. I don’t tell her. We text about work and how much we hate our bosses, but not really. I want to ask her what color favors me best, what lipstick looks better on me. But I don't, cause it’s not a date. It’s just dinner with a man who’s practically my coworkers and wants to get to know me better. For purely platonic reasons. Because what other reason would he have?

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[youandiwerealive]

You make a mess of me [rd]

Author’s note: this isn’t a request, it’s just an idea that has been on my mind lately 😭 also I’m almost asleep while posting this, so sorry if there are many typos in this, I barely proofread it 😭

Warnings: this is a whole lotta smut, so MINORS DNI!!! Unprotected sex once again because I want Rúben to impregnate me, sex kind of in public? Dirty talking, a lot of cumming. Let me know if I’m missing something

Wc: 2840 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

After a very much tiring season, you and Rúben finally find yourselves on vacation. Travelling to Greece with the man of your dreams means breathtaking views, great adventures, amazing food, crystal clear waters and incredible, hot and unbothered sex with Rúben.

Tonight, you two were getting ready to go have dinner out with Rúben’s managers, who need to talk to him about some sponsorship deals that your boyfriend needs to approve before the both of you can enjoy the rest of your vacation together.

You finish applying your red lipstick and smile at your reflection in the mirror, feeling good and knowing that you look good. Once you step out of the bathroom, Rúben was already waiting for you, sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone. When his eyes land on your figure, his breath hitches a bit on his throat, already having unholy thoughts at the way he could take you right then and there.

He tries to play it cool, but he can’t stop staring at your shiny and tanned legs, due to the short dress that you’re wearing. He can’t stop his mind, already imagining your legs wrapped around his head while he eats you out like he’s been starving lately.

But Rúben doesn’t know that you’re thinking the exact same: how you could kiss him on his neck, down his collarbone, the buttons of his shirt left undone doing malicious things to your mind. You look at the clock, still having 20 minutes until your dinner appointment, and your body tells you to have some fun during those minutes.

So, why not? Rúben’s eyes never leave you as you walk seductively to him, stopping in between his legs. His hands travel up and down your legs softly now, as yours go to his exposed chest, feeling his broad shoulders and muscles, already tensing up a little at your touch.

You slowly kneel down so you’re at his eye level, sharing glances that speak for themselves. You are hungry for each other, and don’t have enough time do to everything that your bodies are begging you.

You’re a giver, so you decide to gift Rúben first, already leaving lipstick stains on his neck as you adorn his body with mouth open kisses. His breath gets caught in his throat, his heart already beating faster under your control.

You love the influence you have on him, his bulge looking huge by now, just by the way your touch feels so soft and yet burning on his skin.

You slowly undo his shorts, bringing his boxers down at the same time, already hungry to taste him. His cock springs, finally free from being conditioned in his clothes. He sighs at the way you gently blow on his tip, the cold air hitting him where he feels hot the most.

You start kissing his tip, coating it with your spit already, knowing that you don’t have much time to tease him like you’d want to.

“Babe, we don’t have time” - Rúben tries to protest against his own will, while caressing your hair softly, seeing your lipstick drawing figures on his dick.

“I’ll be quick” - you wink at him, now getting his cock in your mouth, sucking the tip while stroking the rest of it with your hand. You circle your hand around him, sucking like crazy - putting even more effort into it while you hear Rúben’s moans now. It’s like music to your ears.

His hand is still in your hair, trying to push your head further into his cock, but you don’t give in. Instead, you stroke his dick faster, while your tongue is now circling around his red and swollen tip - tasting his precum, now mixed with your saliva.

Your other hand travels to his abs, making you moan on his dick, the vibrations sending electric waves through his body.

You start bobbing your head further on his cock and faster, while your hands keep stroking his length and balls.

Rúben’s body tenses up as he feels his orgasm approaching.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last long” - you hear him say as you look at the clock through the corner of your eye - 8 minutes left until you two need to leave for dinner.

You deep throat his cock, punctuating his moans with your mouth. Rúben starts whimpering as he now grips at your hair, his breath shaking now as you suck him hard, hearing him groaning as he starts spilling his cum in your mouth.

You let him empty his seed down your throat, swallowing it whole until he’s trying to catch his breath to calm down. You take his dick out of your mouth, and you open it up again to show your man that you swallowed it all.

Rúben smirks at you, breathing heavily as his hand starts caressing your cheek sweetly. You smile innocently at him, like you didn’t just drank all his cum at once.

“We have to go” - he says in a sad tone as he dresses his shorts again, composing himself.

“I know” - you answer, matching his tone and hugging him from behind as you help him cleaning all the lipstick stains that you left in his neck.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you” - he says cheekily before you two leave your room.

You and Rúben arrive a bit late to your dinner with his management team. Your boyfriend made up some excuse that your guests apparently bought, and you two sit down at your table.

Rúben sits beside you, smiling as he talks to the men in front of you two.

While you order your dishes, Rúben is engaged in the conversation, talking about a Nike partnership that he needs to shoot once your vacations are over.

You start eating your food, and some minutes after, Rúben’s hands starts touching your leg, your small dress not helping you covering up your body from him. He caresses your knee, going up until he reaches your thigh, letting his hand wonder there for a moment.

When you notice, his finger is rubbing your wet core. Rúben smiles to himself when he realised that you weren’t wearing any panties tonight. You choke on your food, and try to disguise what was happening by coughing.

Rúben is still engaged in the conversation like nothing happened, his fingers working to find your clit now. You try to close your legs, but Rúben’s hand stopped you immediately. His middle finger travels through your folds, and he looks at you with a cocky smile on his face, his partners oblivious to what he’s doing to you. You fight the urge inside of you to moan at the way his fingers are working on you. He gently opens up your legs a little wider, pulling at your knee carefully so nobody notices.

Then, he manages to put a finger inside of your pussy, already wet from all the previous touching he did, mixed with all the anxiety that this scene is causing you. You could never imagine that being fingered by your boyfriend in the middle of the restaurant would be on tonight’s menu.

Your pussy is now throbbing at the way his finger is going incredibly slow inside of you - needing more of him, so much more. He suddenly takes his finger out of you, leaving your cunt to feel needy and empty. You murmur a whine at the sensation, and Rúben sends you a warning look to be quiet.

His hand quickly touches you again, his fingers now coating your folds with your juices, on their way to your clit - rubbing it furiously now. Rúben coughs slightly because he knows damn well that the men in front of him could hear the wet sounds coming from your pussy, the noise already driving him insane.

His bulge is hurting in his shorts again, and you try to hold his wrist, silently begging him to stop - you couldn’t hold it anymore.

But Rúben doesn’t stop. His fingers continue to bully your clit, and you are breathing heavily now - saying out loud that you feel hot inside the restaurant - trying to prevent the people near you to suspect of what was happening under that tablet.

Doing it in public turns you on even more, the adrenaline rushing through your veins, your pussy throbbing even more at the thought of possibly being caught.

You need to cum, you’re desperate to do it, and Rúben feels your legs starting to close, signalling that you’re close. He keeps working on your swollen and sweet spot until you hold your breath, preventing any sound to come out of your mouth. You cum on his hand, as your legs shake a little but Rúben just pretended that your phone had fell to the floor, managing to help you move around a bit, so you could make yourself comfortable in your seat again.

But, at the same time, Rúben doesn’t care about the dinner anymore. He doesn’t want to talk to any of his managers, he just wants to have you. So, without even giving an excuse, he finishes the dinner sooner than expected. After paying, you get up from your sit, feeling so wet that your juices could actually be running down your legs.

He takes your hand in his, walking outside the restaurant, directly into the beach. Rúben is desperate, looking around to find some kind of place where he could fuck you in, but it’s either the restaurant or the beach itself.

“Fuck it, I’m fucking you right here” - he says as his mouth finds yours, starting an aggressive make out session.

“What are you talking about?” - you worriedly ask in between kisses.

“I’m fucking you here, I can’t hold it anymore” - he explains while he starts to undo your dress.

“Rúben wait, we are not about to fuck in the middle of the beach” - you try to reason with him.

Rúben sighs as he looks around. “It’s empty, you see? There’s nobody here. Plus it’s getting dark already, no one is going to see us” - he grabs you by the hips as he picks you up.

He doesn’t even let you talk anymore. He lays you down on the sand, your dress coming down to your belly, allowing your boobs to be on full display right now.

“You’re so hot, fuck, all mine” - he breathes out as he starts to kiss all over your chest and tits, grinding himself down on your core. Your legs are now wrapped around his torso, while his mouth roams your entire body.

The feeling of his erected dick trying to touch you through the fabric of his shorts is making you desperate to feel him, your cunt already pulsating and clenching around nothing.

“Thank god you chose not to wear panties. My naughty girl is making this so much easier for me tonight” - he whispers in your ear as he starts kissing your neck, while his fingers find your pussy again, working on it a bit more.

“Been thinking about you all night, babe. Feeling your pussy getting wet on my fingers was driving me insane” - he says as you moan loud now at the way his hands keeps touching you so good.

“I didn’t even care about dinner at all - the only thing I wanted to eat all night was you” - he says in a low voice before getting down on you, his face now deep in your pussy, leaving mouth open kisses in your folds, like he’s kissing your mouth.

You can’t stop moaning and whimpering at the sensation of his mouth on your pussy, finally giving you what you’ve been wishing for the entire night.

You bury your hand on Rúben’s hair, griping it tightly as his tongue starts working on you even harder.

He sucks on your folds, taking your juices in his mouth, as his tongue starts devouring you. He licks a long strap along your pussy, until his tongue reaches your clit - now swollen and red from all his touching and getting you so turned on.

His tongue is drawing circles on your clit as he inserts two fingers inside your pussy, curling them to touch your g-spot with every thrust.

You’re a moaning mess, feeling your mind cloudy from all the pleasure that Rúben is giving you. You keep pulling at his hair and pushing his head further into your needy pussy, making him groan at the feeling.

You feel your orgasm approaching, and Rúben doesn’t stop eating you out like he’s starving.

“Ruby, please” - the gentle pet name making him moan into your pussy, sending vibrations through your body.

“Cum baby, let me get drunk off your precious pussy. Please - I need it so badly” - he says before he inserts his tongue inside of you now, desperate for you to cum on his mouth.

After some moments of him fucking you with his tongue, you finally cum again, whimpering at the way your pussy feels like it’s on fire.

Your breathing is shaking while you calm yourself down. You look up at Rúben, now taking off his shorts and boxers, his hand already stroking his painfully hard cock.

“What? Didn’t think you’d get dessert?” - he says dominantly to you, while holding your legs to rest them on top of his shoulders. He aligns himself at your entrance, filling you up at once, making you cry out. Rúben sighs, content that he’s finally where he needed, inside of you.

“You have no idea how good it feels to be inside of you, amor” - he admits while gently thrusts into you. Rúben doesn’t want a quickie. He’s got time, he’s taking his time inside of you, lazily fucking you like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

You moan at his words, not giving him another type of answer. But Rúben is feeling vocal tonight.

“I mean it, princess. You will never understand this feeling, because nothing can compare to the way your pussy hugs my cock so hungrily, you’re so needy for me” - he continues to explain cockily, while his dick keeps fucking you, going a bit faster now.

“God, you are always so wet for me. And so warm and tight. Fuck, your pussy is the best place to be. See how good I slide inside of you babe? Feels amazing to see your dripping juices flowing down on my cock” - his words make you moan out of pleasure, making your stomach turn like you’re a teenager.

“And when you moan for me, fuck” - he lets his head back, like he’s replaying your sounds on his head. “You sound so fucking erotic babe, you have no idea. You drive me wild” - his dick never stopping, going at a constant speed inside of you.

“And you’re mine, all mine. This pussy is mine, just like I always fuck you like I’m only yours - because I am, babe” - he admits as he lets out a small whimper, now picking up the pace to fuck you harder.

“You have no ideia how much I want to cum inside of your wet cunt. Fuck- I’ve been thinking about this all day” - he groans as he is now fucking you hard and raw.

You scream at the crazy feeling between your legs, and you look to your left to see the restaurant where you two were a while ago. The walls and doors of the building - all made of glass. You could see a lot of people staring at you two from the inside for the restaurant.

Rúben notices the same as you, as he keeps trusting like a mad man inside your now sore cunt. “Looks like we’re giving a show, huh babe” - he breathes as his finger goes to touch your clit for what seems like the millionth time this night.

“Cum for me baby, for them. People want to see the end of this movie” - he speaks dominantly as you feel the bubble on your stomach bursting, moaning loudly as you cum on Rúben’s cock. At the same time, Rúben is cumming as well, buried deep inside your pussy.

He empties his juice inside of you as you both rode out your highs. He collapsed on top of you, the two of you breathing heavy.

“Do you think they can see it’s us?” - you ask, now feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Nah, it’s dark now. They probably could only see two silhouettes having crazy sex in the middle of the beach” - he laughs at his words, as you gently pet his hair.

Going on vacation with Rúben means a lot of things, but you never thought that it could turn both of you into two silhouettes that gave one hell of a show to a fancy restaurant full of strangers, in the middle of Greece.

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[devilishchaos]

Heyy idk if u take requests but can u do where the reader have a girl with ruben and they’re celebrating the ucl win on the pitch etc and the their child starts playing with ronny and they assume that the girl and ronny have a tiny crush on eachother yk cute moments etc🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Moments like this | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: pure fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Warnings: use of pet names "babe", "baby"

Word Count: 1 059 words

AN: Hello! idk if I take requests, I received this one and this is my first ever request, I loved it and thank you so much. <3 I unfortunately don't speak portuguese so I used google translate, if you find any mistakes don't hesitate to let me know. On another note - I absolutely love Ronnie and everybody from City! I kind of added a little bit more plot so I hope it is okay and I also made it kinda long, like why am I like this? but hey I loved working on this, so I hope you enjoy it :) x

p.s. while I was working on this Mr. The Sexiest Man Alive posts this picture..like sir, are you trying to unalive me or sth..respectfully tho..Rúben stop playing with me and let me have your kids <3 :p x

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

“Is your missus here tonight?” John asked his best mate Rúben, from across the room, as all Manchester City players were getting dressed in their kits and were preparing to attend the Uefa Champions League final tonight. Rúben turns away from his locker, trying to brush out a crease that had formed in his shorts. 

“Yes, she flew with the kids. They landed, like two hours ago.” He tells him, going to the mirror to begin fussing with his hair, even though he would just be pushing it back out of his face anyway. “This puts even more pressure. I’m basically obliged to perform well.” 

“She flew alone with two kids for what four hours?” Bernardo joins the conversation, grinning at Rúben. “She is a wonder woman.” 

“She definitely is!” John agrees, walking over to pat Rúben's shoulder comfortingly but he shakes his head, already nervous at the idea of his kids watching him. After the loss in the final 2021 and in the semi’s in 2022, Rúben promised his family to win the next time around. And now it was hitting him hard - he never breaks his promises. The pressure was definitely skyrocketing through the roof. 

*

It all happened very fast. You needed a couple of seconds to process that Rodri in fact had scored a beautiful goal. Which meant that City took the lead 1-0. There were approximately 20 more minutes and if City were able to handle the tension, that meant that the guys would complete a treble. You knew what that meant to them, to Rúben. Everything was at a very high stake. Your stomach was in knots and your leg bobbed up and down with anxiousness as you were looking at the clock, counting down the seconds until the end of the match, until the referee's final whistle. 

After what felt like the longest extra time that you’ve experienced in a match it was finally over, when the end of the match was announced everybody in the VIP sector (the families of the players) stood up and raised their arms in joy, cheering in excitement. 

“George. Azlia. Come on! Let’s go congratulate daddy!” you took them by their hands and somehow managed to get down to the pitch. 

The three of you push your way through the crowd on the soccer field. It was hard for you to see the way in the ocean of bodies. Then John taps lightly on your shoulder and points at a gap you can pass through. That’s when you see him. He has his back turned to you, engaged in conversation with a staff member. He doesn’t see you, but it’s like he feels you coming, and turns around, his gaze landing to you. Without looking back at the man behind him, he excuses himself and starts making his way over to you. 

“Papai!” George screams as he breaks away from your hand and runs to your husband, obviously he can't contain his excitement anymore. Rúben kneels down to be on the same level as him and he runs straight in his arms. You picked up Azlia as she was struggling to keep up with your pace with her little feet, because you wanted to get to Rúben faster. 

As you finally reach him you walk right into his open arms, your hands fisting his jersey. It feels so good to be holding him. 

“You did it! I’m so, so, so proud of you, amor! You did so good! I’m so happy for you! A treble, wow..unbelievable!” you said quite loudly in his ear with a smile that hurt your cheeks. 

You raised your head a little and he bent down a little, so you could share a kiss. As you pulled away, you gave him a kiss to the side of his mouth and ran your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Eu te amo, meu amor.” he said to you, looking directly into your eyes wanting to look into them forever. 

Not breaking eye contact you replied just a heartbeat later “Te amo mais.” 

“Da-da,da-..” Azlia babbled in your arms, reminding you guys of her existence. 

“Eu também te amo, princesa.” Rúben said as he kissed her chubby cheeks. 

*

The awarding took place very quickly. You moved away with the rest of the wives, girlfriend and family members of the players and found yourself jumping from conversation to conversation. Everyone was so excited. Except the kids. They didn’t understand what was happening and just ran away the second the ceremony was done. 

You were frantically looking for Azlia when you felt two big, strong hands on your waist, bringing you into a hug from behind. 

“What are you doing, love?” Rúben asked with amusement. 

“I’m looking for Azlia! I can’t find her! George ran away with Roman and Riaan, and I swear Azlia was standing right beside me and now she is gone.” you said while turning in his arms, to face him. 

“Baby she is a one-and-a-half-year-old, with tiny little legs. How far can she go?” he chuckled, as you continued to search for her with your eyes. 

“Oh, there she is. Taking pictures with the other kids.” you finally spotted her, taking a picture with Kyle, his sons and Ronnie. 

“Baby, chill. These kids are having the time of their lives. They can’t stay in the same position for more than 10 seconds. Look at them running around!” Rúben assured you. That made you smile, but not as much as when you watched Ronnie chasing Azlia around and the two pig tails on top of her hair were bouncing with every step she took.

“Aww, look babe, Ronnie is showing Azi his medal. How cute!” you pointed at them for Rúben to see. 

“He is now putting his medal on her..” Rúben stated quite shook “Yo, Foden, watch your son!” he then shouted in Phil’s direction, who stood all the way to the other side of the pitch. 

“Rúben! Oh my God! Baby..they are kids..” you hit his chest lightly, bursting into a fit of giggles. 

“I have a medal, too..I’m gonna go show it to her.” and with that he left you watching him attempt to come close to Ronnie and Azlia, but when they saw him approaching them - they ran away laughing.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐲 - 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐱, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 & 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝/𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞…𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 & 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮! )

𝐩.𝐬: ( 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭 ]

( we love him your honor )

Almost everyone knows quite well that when it comes to the many rivalries, the Manchester Derby tends to be quite hostile when it came to fans that were in attendance; passionate fans on both ends chanting with pure rage - either " MANCHESTER IS RED! " or you hear, " MANCHESTER IS BLUE! ", depending on which side you are from, for Y/N Y/LN; hailing from Madrid she understood the passion that both sides feel seeing as it was what she felt every time she sat down to watch, ElClásico being a longtime Real Madrid fan - aside from that, she'd also began cheering for her boyfriend's team; Manchester City.

You see, Y/N is dating none other than Rúben Dias, the club's centre-back.

Their relationship started off on a rather hilarious note, Y/N was in the stands attending the second leg of the Champions League which saw City defeat the reigning champions to advance to their second ever final - and being the daughter of a well known benefactor that had connections to several football clubs, she was invited to any and all sporting events, and during one of those events, she sat in the corner nursing a champagne glass, observing her surroundings when Rúben joined her at her table without so much of a word.

A bitter exchange lead to laughter and eventually leading to Rúben asking her out on a date.

Eight months into their relationship, Rúben invited her to come and see him play in the Manchester Derby, she had accepted the invite and just as he was about to ensure that she sat in his box, Y/N asked him not to - instead informing him that she'd be more than ok with sitting in the stands with fan, she watched as the concern flashed across Rúben's features, " Are you sure my love? " he asks, " Things can become quite violent in the stands "

" Rúbes, baby " Y/N groans, " do you think I can't handle myself? "

" I'm not saying you can't handle yourself ... meu amor " Rúben sighs, pulling her onto his lap, his palms lay flat across her thigh " I'm only concerned for your safety "

Y/N's heart soars, despite the public's perception of Rúben being a gruff and stiff man due to what they see on the pitch, she'd been fortunate enough to see the other side of him, the softer side that captured her heart almost instantly. " I'll be fine " she reassures him, silencing his doubts with a soft and tender kiss to his lips, " Let me be up close to support you with all the fans, ok "

" I'm still going to worry " Rúben said before a sigh escapes his lips, and he smiles. " Just .. " he trails off, " just be careful ok "

Y/N nods with a bright smile, " I will, I promise "

Rúben wraps his arms around her, peppering soft kisses to her cheek as he mutters, " If I see one person shoving you violently or causing any spec of harm, to hell with the match; my biggest priority is you "

" Aww " Y/N said, " I love you but we both know, that I am in competition with football, so let's not get carried away "

Rúben's chest rumbles with laughter, " I still love you regardless, so please be very careful "

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully, " I'll be close, and you'll have a good view so if anything happens, which it won't; you'll be the first to know "

Y/N sat close by, and during warm ups - Rúben would look at her every now and then causing her to giggle and mouth, focus at him, she shifts her focus to her phone, answering a few texts up until the match began.

The energy of the Derby obviously differed from the ElClásico yet it possessed the exact same passion with fans from each end shouting and chanting for their side to win, the first half was dominated by United who had scored a goal at around the 34th minute, ending the first half with a 1-0, much to City's dismay.

The second half however proved to be a brighter note for City, at the 47th minute Phil Foden was able to even out the scoresheet granting the less than gentle fans of City hope which was then restored at the 70th minute by a stunning header from Erling Haaland.

With the match ending at 2-1 for City's favor, Rúben instinctively looks over to where Y/N was sitting only for his heart to drop at the sight of fans piling up against one another and shoving each other much to his dismay, as his girlfriend was no where in sight; his concern had caught the attention of John who looks at him, " Rúben, mate. You alright? "

" Y/N, I can't see Y/N " Rúben murmurs.

John lays a hand on his shoulder, " Relax ok, she's probably with one of the girls " he tries to assure him, referring to the other wives and girlfriends.

Rúben barely listened as he continued looking around, feeling his heart drop at the many scenarios conjured inside of his mind, what if she's hurt?, he thinks, or worse, she's suffocated by the amount to people around.

Around thirty minutes later, a familiar head of hair appears in his vision and he was quick to run over to her, scooping her up in his arms, " Fuck, baby. I was worried sick "

Y/N smiles, " I'm fine, I ran into a few adorable fans and their parents who stopped me and asked about when I'll publish a brand new kids book " It should be worth noting, that while she was born into wealth, Y/N strived hard to build a name for herself and had become best known for her children's books.

" I'm just grateful nothing happened " Rúben sighs, pressing soft kisses across her face which garnered a unanimous aww causing both of them to look to their left and see a smiling John as well as Bernando, he shot them a glare in response.

" Rúben is not so big and tough when it comes to Y/N " John states jokingly.

" It's so cute, it makes me sick " Bernando laughs, " You two better hurry up and get married "

Y/N hides her face in Rúben's chest as he wraps a protective arm around her, " You two go away " he shoos them away then turns to her, " Let's head home, you're going to be punished for having me worried sick " he whispers with a teasingly warning tone.

The mere warning caused her to give him a doe eyed expression, " I promise I won't do it again "

" You bet that sweet ass, you won't " Rúben said, " You'll be sitting in that box from now on, no more scaring me like this "

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Chats and cuddles (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**I got a request for some cute, clingy boyfriend Rúben and then was totally inspired by my favourite model and WAG posting on IG about visiting her boyfriend who plays in the MLS. Thanks, Luna 😅 and to everyone else, enjoy! ❤️**

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"I'm off to training".

"Ok, babe. I'll finish packing and then I'll wait for you. Do you want to do something special today? Or do you want me to pick up some food for lunch or something?"

Rúben turned to look at you and you could only laugh at the pout on his face.

"I want you to stay. Can you do that?"

"I wish. But I have to travel to Paris for work tomorrow. You know that. And it'll be only 3 days this time. It's a quick campaign shoot".

"One day I'll move the entire fashion industry to Manchester and you won't have to abandon me anymore".

"One day", you responded, laughing at your boyfriend's words.

He sighed, picking up his bag and coming back to give you another hug. Separating because of your job was getting more and more complicated. He was usually only away for a day or two. But you could be gone for weeks.

"Let's just stay home. We can watch a movie and cuddle. And eat and cuddle. And talk and…".

"Cuddle?"

"How did you guess?", he asks, hugging you tightly while you still laugh.

"My sixth sense".

When he left, you started to make sure you had everything you needed for these days away in the French capital. That obviously included stealing one of Rúben's hoodies so you could wear it while on the plane. Which one should you get this time?

Once everything was ready and you could relax, it was time for lunch. But Rúben wasn’t back yet even though he was supposed to have finished training over an hour ago.

“I know I’m late, sorry”, he said when he picked up the phone.

“It’s fine. I just wondered where you were. Everything ok?”

“We had extra training. Pep didn’t like anything we were doing today”.

“Poor you. Come back so we can enjoy those cuddles”.

"On my way!"

Since you now had more time to get lunch ready, you decided to prepare something a bit more exciting than a boring sandwich.

By the time you were putting everything on the plates, you heard the door opening and a bag falling to the floor.

"Hi! Where are you?"

"Kitchen!"

Before you could turn after hearing footsteps getting closer, you already felt strong arms wrapped around your waist. You knew tired boyfriend Rúben was very clingy and secretly loved it when he was like this. You loved spoiling him.

"Hungry?"

"I guess", he said, putting his head on your shoulder and sighing. "You smell so good".

"Thanks. I showered today".

You had to drag him with you around the kitchen while getting the glasses and cutlery to set the table.

"What movie should we watch?"

“I’ll fall asleep the moment it starts so whatever you want”.

That made you laugh. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened.

“Then we can nap. I could use the sleep too. I’ll be working long hours the next few days”.

And so that’s what you did. Putting all the stuff away in the dishwasher and getting ready for a little nap once you were done eating. You didn’t mind getting into bed wearing the t-shirt and leggings you had been wearing around the house. But Rúben, of course, had to take his shirt off before collapsing on the bed.

You had to laugh at how dramatic he was. But also wanted to spoil him some more, especially knowing you’ll be away from each other for a couple of days. So you sat on his lower back, startling him slightly.

“What are you doing?”

“Shhh”, you said, starting to massage his shoulders. He was so tense.

“That’s better than the nap, yeah”.

You laughed and continued to massage his shoulders, moving a little lower, trying to find all the little areas that felt like they needed some help. Honestly, you could spend hours doing that. It was relaxing for Rúben but also for you.

After a little while, Rúben took your hands to stop you and you looked down at his face.

“That’s enough, thank you. Let’s take that nap”.

So you moved to lay down next to him and he brought you closer to him.

“I’ll return the favour when you come back from Paris”, he promised.

And you smiled, closing your eyes and thinking about that. Travelling so much was tiring, but knowing you were going to come back home to Rúben spoiling you made everything so much easier.

The nap only lasted a couple of hours and then you suggested to go watch the movie before ordering some dinner. By the time you went back to the living room, after getting changed, Rúben had everything ready.

“How many blankets do we need?”

“It’s cosy movie night. We need them to be cosy”.

You shook your head, heading to the kitchen. “I’ll get the snacks”.

Bowl of sweets in hand, you sat down on the sofa, allowing Rúben to cover you with one of the blankets before moving you so you were as close to him as possible.

"Where do you see yourself in ten years?"

“What?”, Rúben’s question almost made you choke on the M&M’s you were eating.

“You always say modelling is a short career. And football isn’t that long either. I don’t know, sometimes I think about that”.

“Yeah…I guess I do have a few ideas but I don’t know for sure. I’m just making the most of my career now. I don’t even know if I want to work in the fashion industry for long so…”, you shrugged. “And there is also you as a factor”.

“In which way?”

“Well, you are here now but might not finish your career in England. And for you, it’s easy because you can just play but if we had kids, that’s months of non-work for me…”.

“Sorry, I stopped listening after the word kids”, he said, making you look at him.

You had mentioned marriage and children a few times, vaguely. But it always made you smile to see Rúben looking so happy when mentioning those topics.

The way he looked at you made you turn your body so you could hug him tighter. It wasn’t just him that was clingy on days like today.

“Well, there is work for pregnant models but then the babies are born and they have to be looked after so…you know. It’s something to keep in mind”.

"Our kids will have to look like you".

"Why?"

"You're the model. The pretty one", he said, kissing your nose.

"Yes, you're such an unpleasant sight", you laughed.

"We can guess they'll be tall at least".

"Basketball players".

"Whatever", he rolled his eyes. You loved basketball better than football and always annoyed him with that.

“One can play football and the other one basketball then, so there is no fighting”.

“What if they want to model?”

“I rather they don’t. This industry is savage”.

“You could guide them”.

“I guess…”.

“Well, we’ll worry about that when that time comes. I just like knowing that it's something we both want in our future”.

“Yeah, should we watch the movie now? We don’t want to be here until too late or you’ll fall asleep again and the sofa will undo all the work my massage did”.

“Let’s watch it”, he said, kissing your head and moving you so you could be his little spoon.

The movie you picked was a comedy. You wanted something light for this cosy evening together and you loved laughing at all the silly jokes.

Rúben was laughing too but then he stopped and you just assumed he didn’t find them funny. Your sense of humour was quite different. But then you heard some light snoring and when you looked at him you saw he had fallen asleep…again.

"I guess we'll stay here then".

Another night spent sleeping on the sofa. At least you wouldn't be cold with all these blankets.

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Rúben making you call in sick at work just so he can eat you out in the morning

I'm so sorry I don't know what had gotten in me

No cause can you imagine, maybe he would have a day off and he sees you woke up and before you can try to get up and get out of the bed he wraps his arms around you and he starts kissing your neck and you would be like "baby, I have to get up". And he only grips you harder and keeps on kissing your neck, his kisses trailing down, and maybe he would pull up the material of your shirt up to your neck and he would kiss between the valley of your breasts and he looks up at you and says something about how you should stay home with him. And then you would be like "you know I can't, Ruben" but he doesn't care only tells you that he is gonna make it worth it and he would pay some attention to your breasts before trailing his kisses down your stomach. And you are just whimpering for him, begging him to do something and he is smirking to himself, while pulling your panties down your legs. And he would tease you for a little bit, kissing all over your thighs until you lace your fingers in his hair and basically beg for his mouth, pushing his head to your core. And then he would eat you out like a starving man, and he is looking up at you, admiring the way you throw your head back and the blush on your cheeks and how your little moans slip past your parted lips. And then after he is done with you, he lets you lay in the bed to catch your breath, while he calls your work, saying you are really sick and you are not gonna make it today. And he for sure already has a plan on what to do with all of that free time 🤭

Also babe I don't blame you, you can keep them coming 🤭 I'm so stressed and our talks definitely help take my mind off of things ❤🤭

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