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I want a baby — Ruben Dias
Meeting his friend’s baby triggers Ruben’s desire for a baby, turning him into a cute, baby fever-filled mess.
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It all started when one of his friends had his first child. You and Ruben went to meet the baby for the very first time and both were practically fascinated with the child. Your boyfriend held the baby in his strong arms, holding him like it was fragile, something he had to take care of and protect.
The vision shocked you. You and Rubén had never spoken before about having children, but to see him that way, with a baby in his arms, an instant feeling made you ask yourself what if you and him were parents someday. The idea wasn't so terrible after all.
"Look how small it is. Did you see his little hands?"
His brown eyes met yours and you couldn’t help but smile.
"He’s so cute."
"Our babies would be cute." Ruben said casually, totally sure of what he thought.
Oh, did Ruben think about you and him having a baby?
"Can’t you see us doing that?"
You smiled at your boyfriend’s question.
"Actually, I can."
That was just the beginning. As the days went by, he constantly sent you cute baby videos and photos. You couldn’t stop smiling and thinking that you wanted one, that Ruben was the right man to have your first baby and that maybe, you were ready to start trying.
One day your friends needed your help to babysit their baby. Ruben was practically already knocking on the door of his friends' house. While you were babysitting, you both looked at each other and took care of the little boy. It was a whole new experience, giving the bottle to the baby, playing with him and singing lullabies. At the time of changing his diaper, your man volunteered and made no complaint about anything at all. That proved your suspicions that Ruben would be an amazing father.
"I could do this with our baby."
You smiled, "You would be a great dad, a great one."
"I think you’d be an amazing mother. I can’t wait to have a baby of our own."
The talks about having children became a topic of conversation before bed. You had come out of the bathroom and settled into his arms, with your head on his chest. Lying next to him was amazing, but lying down and touching his skin, listening to his heart and having him so close was your drug. Kind of like heroin.
"I want a baby."
The silence was interrupted by his voice and his statement. There was a moment of silence, until you reacted and realized you hadn’t imagined it. You raised your head to look at his face. He was totally serious.
"Ruben, are you serious?"
"I’ve been thinking a lot lately about having kids and I think I’m ready. I want a baby. I want to hold our baby in my arms, I want her or him to look like you and me, to be a constant reminder that we are a family. Because that's what I want, I want a family with you. But I really don’t want to have kids with someone other than you, I want you to be the mother of my babies."
Your heart was beating like never before. Your cheeks were red and you wanted to kiss him. So you did, you didn’t control yourself anymore. Your lips joined together, Ruben kissed you back as euphoric as you. His hands went up to your hips, where he held you close to his body. He just separated to keep talking about the baby.
“Would you want to have a baby with me?”
“I’d love to have your baby, Ruben.”
That same night you started your try to have your first baby. A few weeks later, Ruben came home and found you in the bedroom.
"I haven’t looked at it yet. I was waiting for you."
Both approached the bathroom, totally nervous about the result of the pregnancy test. You didn’t dare look at it, so you let Ruben look at the evidence. It was the first attempt, the first time you checked on the pregnancy test, so there might be a chance you weren’t pregnant yet.
Ruben had read a lot, had been informed about how the pregnancy process would be, and had even seen videos of couples discovering they were pregnant. So when you saw him stay quiet you didn’t know what to expect.
"Ruben?"
"You’re pregnant."
"Wait-we’re having a baby?"
You couldn’t believe it, your eyes filled with tears and he came to you. You both hugged and began to understand that in nine months, your baby was going to be born.
“Eu te amo, eu te amo…” he repeated, his face full of happiness.
Ruben always placed a hand on your lower abdomen, even though the pregnancy wasn’t showing yet. Just thinking your baby was there was enough to keep him happy as ever. He was the happiest man in the world, you had made him the happiest man in the world.
When Ruben was not training or at his matches, both shared time at home, talking about the baby and all your plans about the future. He would buy any cute article of baby clothing that he saw, and do a mini haul of what he bought for your baby. That meant he had already brought your baby a City jersey with his number on it.
He also tried to figure out the baby's gender by analyzing your symptoms with old wives' tales.
"I feel like a fat cow."
"Well, you're the most beautiful cow I ever met.”
But your insecurities continued, having a baby in your belly made you feel much more emotional than usual. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but once you found yourself crying and seeing your body in the mirror. Ruben came closer to you and put both his hands in your belly.
"I think I’ve fallen more in love with you being pregnant."
The day he met his baby, Ruben knew that baby was all he needed in his life. That you and your baby were your family, two people he would love forever. The child was finally born and you were both crying.
"I am so grateful to you for loving me and allowing me to be a part of this family with you."
You loved him. You were both new at this, but were excited about your upcoming adventures as parents.
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Warnings: sexual themes, smut below the cut.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Two words to describe Rúben: sweet and caring. He is very affectionate during aftercare. He makes sure you’re okay, especially if he’s been a little rough with you. He's very attentive with you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Rúben isn't exactly "humble" when it comes to his physical appearance. He works so hard to always be in the best shape he can, to make his body the machine it is, so it's not a surprise that he likes the results that his body shows. But if there's a part of his body that he prefers, it has to be his torso, and that's because he knows the effect it has on you. Being the tease he is, he takes every chance he gets to walk around the house wearing nothing but some shorts or some sweatpants (that of course are hanging too low on his hips for your own sanity). He absolutely enjoys your reaction upon seeing his exposed skin, especially when he notices the way your look makes its way from his broad shoulders down to his v-lines, your eyes getting bigger and bigger as they take him in... still not as big as his ego gets though.
He adores every inch of your body, and that’s not a secret. But there’s something about your hands that drives him insane. When he’s feeling more cuddly, he loves to lay down with his head in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair… but God help us when he’s horny: he craves the touch of your hand on him, as it drives him wild to see your fingers wrapped around his dick. Not to mention that he loves when you run your nails down his back as he pounds into you; that literally sends shivers down his spine.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
There’s not an inch of your skin where Rúben wouldn’t cum on (or better where he didn’t cum on). There’s a few options though that he enjoys the most: on your lips or inside you. When he’s feeling more dominant he likes to finish on your lips, as there’s nothing that spurs him on more than seeing you on your knees with your mouth wide open just waiting for him to cum. He loves the feeling he gets when he cums inside of you as well though: he doesn’t really know if it has something to do with the intimacy of the moment, or the primal instinct of getting you pregnant with his baby.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Looks can be deceiving I’d say. Rúben seems to be a control freak (and he actually is most of the time), but he’s willing to let you have control in bed. More than willing actually as he secretly adores when you take the lead. It drives him nuts seeing you do as you wish with his body; the sounds he makes when you’re on top of him, speeding up the pace as you ride him while he can’t do anything else but look at you, are enough to let you see right through him and through his “façade” though (let’s hope his teammates won’t discover this, or else he’s never going to hear the end of it!)
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He had his fair share of women, that’s nothing new. Of course he’s experienced, he knows how to work your body, and how to turn it into putty in his hands.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He loves when you're on top of him, riding him; that gives him the chance to see you getting lost in pleasure at your own pace. But if there’s something he likes even more is to have you at his mercy, right below him, as he pushes himself inside of you while he looks you directly in the eyes.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Rúben is usually very composed, he never lets anyone see right through him; yet, in your most intimate moments he lets his guard down with you. If something has been bothering him, he might be a little bit more on the "serious" side: he would feel the need to keep you close, to touch you as if by touching you he could ground himself (after all, physical touch has always been his love language). But of course his mood changes the more things heat up: he might want to be in control at first, pushing into you with slow, deep thrusts while he concentrates on the feeling of your body reacting to his... then as his thoughts get clearer and his mood gets lighter, he would get more playful, he would shower you with kisses and laugh breathlessly as he enjoys you squirming under him as he tickles you with his beard.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He’s well trimmed; he loves to look nice and neat, always checking if his hair and beard are alright (and it’s really no different “down south” 🤭).
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Rúben loves the intimacy of your shared moments between the sheets. For him it's not just sex, of course, you're his safe haven, the only one he can let his guard down with; he's really grateful to you for that, and he always makes sure to show you how much he loves you. He knows what you like, what you want from him, and since you're always tending to his needs, so is he: he likes to worship your body, to take his time so he can caress every single inch of your soft skin, knowing full well that the feel of his hands on you gets you going; his low, raspy voice would whisper in your ear, sweet words mixed with dirty ones; his lips would be on your neck and chest in a matter of seconds, and he would set the pace depending on what you want, on what you plead him for. Because what his "good girl" asks, she gets.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Rúben doesn't usually have to. He definitely prefers the full act, that goes without saying; but if he's away for a game and he's in the mood for some "fun" he wouldn't hesitate to call you or FaceTime you: the longing he feels for you mixed to the sound of your voice, your sighing, the sight of you losing yourself in pleasure as you touch yourself while he does the same, all of this can have him cum in a minute. And if you can't pick up your phone, then you would tease him endlessly with dirty texts or pictures that leave little to nothing to imagination... knowing damn well that he would use them, and that he would make you pay for it one he gets back home.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Rúben likes to have sex, of course, and to try new things with you (if he has your consent, surely). When it comes to kinks, he has definitely a breeding kink; this isn't new to you, he always loved to cum inside you. But while you went on with your experiments you discovered another few kinks of his: like the good control freak he is, he's into orgasm control, especially edging. He loves to bring you close to the edge and to stop when you're on the brink of it, there's nothing that can make him feel as powerful as watching you beg for your release (he likes when you're the one edging him as well, he would be a liar if he told you otherwise). He's into blindfold sex too: if he can't see you, or you can't see him, all of your other senses will be enhanced, making your rendez-vous even more interesting.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
At home. Anywhere at home. There's not a single room where he wouldn't have you (or better, where he didn't have you). Rúben loves having you all for himself, he loves the privacy of your home, and the safety it provides him.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
It's you. You're his motivation. Your smell, your looks, your taste, the sounds you make...everything that has to do with you spurs him on.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that would make you feel uncomfortable is a big NO for him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Rúben's tongue is skilled af. He knows that, he can see how good he is on your face when he's going down on you: you moaning his name, the accelerated breathing, your chest rising and falling quickly, the way your fingers run through his hair... all these things turn him on more than seeing you on your knees for him. So he's definitely a giver. (That doesn't mean he would turn you down if you offered him a bj though.)
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
We all know THE sex playlist. He likes to use it to set the mood, and let's say it might happen that the playlist sets the pace too. Usually though, Rúben likes a slow, sensual pace, that gives him the chance to push himself deep into you, to feel every inch of you wrap around him in the most intimate way, while you both lose yourselves in each other's hold.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Rúben generally prefers the full act to quickies. He loves to spend as much time as he can worshiping your body and making you feel good. But there’s something about the “urgency” of a quickie that he can’t get enough of: for example, if he’s been away for a game and the need for you has made him go crazy, he doesn’t even let you say a word that he’s already on you (and in you).
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's definitely up for trying new things, and for taking some risks as well. It happened more than once while you were out for dinner with some of his friends: his hand would sneak under the table and grab your upper thigh, he moved his fingers so damn close to your core you felt yourself clenching around nothing from the anticipation of his touch... a touch that never happened though. (The look you gave him, once you saw him smirking at you, told him the only thing he was seriously risking was losing his head, and not the one on his shoulders)
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Rúben's body is trained to endure physical exertion, so he can go for at least a few rounds. During sex he focuses on you, he's too busy trying to make you cum as many times as your body can take to think about his own orgasm. He's more than satisfied to cum with you when you're both unable to take any more of each other's teasing, so he can definitely last for long if he decides to. (But if it's you who's in control of the situation, it could happen that he doesn't last just as long...)
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He isn't a big fan of sex toys. But he doesn't deny that he might want to try them with you sooner or later.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Rúben can play so dirty if he wants to. He takes every chance he can get to tease you: from walking around the house almost completely naked, to brushing his body against yours when he's passing you by, or moaning out loud while he tastes the food he's cooking while you're standing in the kitchen with him... he knows he's ridiculous when he does so, but he likes to play this game with you, because he knows once he's done with you, you're going to tease him back, and he loves it.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He is loud, so loud. Rúben knows how much you love his vocal side, so he's not keeping his raspy voice, his grunts, his moans and his sighs from escaping his throat... in the end he knows he will enjoy the "effect" those sounds have on you, so why should he stay silent??
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
The first time Rúben tried blindfold sex with you happened after you went out clubbing. All the dancing, and drinking and your body rubbing on his put his self control in trouble; when he couldn't resist you anymore, he took you home. Needless to say, he was on you as soon as you walked inside your house. His needy kisses quickly turned into a make out session, and as soon as he ordered you to jump in his arms you obliged, wrapping your legs around his waist, not bothering if your black tights would get ruined by his jeans. He took you to your bedroom and undressed you in a haze, but when he started to undress himself you stopped him. "I wanna try something new babe..." you told him. "What is it?" he asked. "Do you trust me?" you whispered in his ear, he hummed in agreement, "Then close your eyes." you ordered him. He did as he was told, and you started to kiss down his neck, opening the buttons of his black shirt too slowly for Rúben's liking. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see your tights on the bed and smirked, "Can you sit on the bed for me baby?" you asked Rúben, he did and you kneeled behind him; you took your tights and after you warned him to keep his eyes shut, you softly put them over his eyelids. "Is this okay Rúben?" you asked him, before tying the blindfold. "Fuck..." he growled, you could see him gulping while he searched for your hands behind his head, "Tie it baby, it's okay." His voice was low, he did like it. Once you tied the blindfold, you removed the shirt from his torso and Rúben chuckled "I can hear you breathing faster baby, see something you like?" he teased. "I see so many things that I like..." you breathed against his lower stomach, right above the waistband of his jeans, and he shivered while goosebumps appeared on his taut skin. You quickly undid the buttons of his jeans, and helped Rúben slide his clothes down his long legs, kneeling in front of him. He stood there fully naked now, his dick was already hard and it made your mouth water. You slowly ran your nails up his calves to his thighs, making him growl; as your nails got higher and higher, you started to leave open mouthed kisses on his lower stomach, right above his dick. "Jesus Christ I love your idea babe..." he rasped, as your ministrations were getting to him. "You haven't seen anything yet...and you're not going to until I'm done with you." you breathed against his cock before taking him in your mouth.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s over the average, but he’s not too big or huge for that matter. He’s just right. And, the most important thing is that Rúben knows what to do with it.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He’s usually very collected and concentrated on whatever he’s doing, but not when you’re around. He’s unable to keep his hands off of you, and his concentration is quick in flying out of the window... as his mind immediately goes blank and the only thing he can see is you. So his sex drive is high, of course, whenever you're around.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He's not quick in falling asleep, as he loves to cuddle with you once you've both caught your breath. He loves to feel your naked body against his, your legs entwined with his while your arm circles his lean waist. When he senses you're close to falling asleep, he lets you relax in his embrace; he always wants to be the big spoon, so he can wrap his arms around you and shower you with kisses: kisses on your cheeks, kisses behind your ear, on your still naked shoulder... and he doesn’t stop until he feels you've fallen asleep.
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Rúben Dias
Rúben Dias born on the 14th of May 1997. He plays for Manchester City and Portugal National Team.
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𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬
• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩*𝐫𝐧.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐥!
she parks her car in front of their shared home more than ready to surrender to slumber after the day she had at school, the thesis had been weighing in on her so much that she felt like it had been ages since she saw her boyfriend of five years, rúben dias — if she wasn’t busy he would be playing, and if he wasn’t playing, she would be busy, she lets out a soft sigh then makes her way up to the front door with her bag slung over her shoulder, she unlocks the door then steps inside to be met with the scent of a home cooked meal which elicited confusion, rúben wasn't meant to be home in an hour, she thinks before the sound of utensils interrupted her thoughts. " rúben? " she asks.
" in the kitchen gatinha " his deep voice sends a wave of relief through her body eliciting a soft smile across her lips, she places her bag on the ground before walking into the kitchen to be met with the sight of her boyfriend, her shirtless boyfriend standing on the stove, he turns around with a broad smile. " hi baby "
she saunters towards him with a tired smile, standing next to him to get a look at what he's cooking, " pastel de nata? " she asks with knitted brows, " am i missing something here? "
rúben chuckles then shakes his head, " no "
" then why are you making dinner? " she wonders with a confused tone.
" because .... " he trails off, tilting his head to press a tantalizingly leisure kiss on the side of her neck, smirking when a breathy moan escaped her lips, " i want to spoil my very very intelligent and sexy girlfriend "
" what did you do? " she giggles, hooking her digits under his chin to get him to look at her.
rúben bites his lower lip which in turn caused her to narrow her eyes at him. " rúben " she said softly.
" remember when you said i shouldn't spend my money on you? " he said, his eyes glinting with faux innocence.
she lowers her head, blowing a soft breath before replying. " yes "
" i may have rented a yacht for two weeks then a nice stay at a beach house in amadora ... " he said with a soft smile, " and i sorted it so you don't miss a day from school "
" rúben " she sighs, " i can't just abandon my thesis "
" i know you don't, but gatinha you've been working so hard " he said with a soft tone, " it's been killing me seeing you so worked up, so please " he pecks her lips, then rests his forehead on hers. " please let me spoil you, you know why i love spoiling you " he adds with a soft smirk.
" because you're a horny teenager " she giggles.
a hearty laugh escapes his lips, it wasn't a secret that rúben's stamina due to his career was high at times that she barely could keep up, he pressed a featherlight kiss on her cheek, " can you blame me? "
" alright, when do we leave? " she smiled.
" in four days " rúben grins, pecking her lips again. " i promise, it'll be fun "
" it better " she giggles.
they packed their belongings; in a matter of four days, they were at sailing through the beautiful coasts of his hometown of amadora, it was bright, quite sunny but just the perfect weather for them - they would spend their mornings swimming, eating then top their nights off the best way possible, until one night as they lay under the moonlight, rúben had decided to divulge what he'd been hiding the entire time, " gatinha? " he whispers, his digits trailing up and down her bare arm sending shivers down her spine. " i need to tell you something! "
she lifts her head up, meeting his gaze with a confused look. " what's wrong rúben? " she asks with a soft voice.
he sits up, she follows suit and looks at him, " gatinha, i have been holding this for eight months and it hasn't been easy " he murmurs.
she tilts her head, confusion still evident across her features. " ok "
suddenly, his hand reaches inside of his short pocket to retrieve a small box, " i ... " he begins with a shaky voice, " my mother gave me my vovó's ... my grandmother's ring " he said with a nervous chuckle before adding, " and -um- ... when i spoke to your father three weeks back, i'd told him what my intentions were and he gave me his blessings "
her brows shot up in surprise, " oh? "
he opens the box revealing a simple yet elegant vintage diamond ring the shone under the moonlight, her eyes widened at the ring; then she looks up at him, " rúben? "
" gatinha, these five years have been a blessing " he said with a soft smile, " through the ups and downs, you stayed by my side and did not relent "
" because i love you " she smiles.
" and i love you, that's why i don't want to wait any longer " he said with a soft tone, " gatinha, you have been the light of my life throughout every moment, the good, the bad and everything in between and for that - i want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you so ... " he swallows the lump in his throat, " will you make me the happiest man in the world by marrying me? "
a broad smile adorns her lips, her eyes brimming with tears as she nodded just as he slipped the ring in her father; the pair exchanged a soft tender kiss that had instantly deepened when he pulled her into his embrace, " gatinha " he groans against her lips.
she knew from the tone of his voice, smiling against his lips she pushed him onto the soft mattress laid out on the yacht, then she climbed up on top of him, she leans down to trail soft kisses across the curvature of his neck, " what do you need meu príncipe? " she whispers in his ear.
he murmurs as a strangled moan escapes his lips, " need to feel your lips around my cock, por favor gatinha "
giggling at his request, she reaches over to untie the dress then loosen the material to hoist it over her head leaving her in just the bikini she was clad in - she leaned down to press feather light kisses across his bare chest eliciting soft breathy moans from his lips that shifted into a hiss the moment he felt the material of his short being pulled down allowing the cool air collide with the sensitive skin of his cock, " gatinha " he moans, " por favor "
her dainty hand wraps around the skin; then her lips followed, wrapping around the tip which in turn caused him to groan, " fuck " the shift in his tone sent shivers rolling down to her pussy, leisurely she takes more and more of his cock until the tip hits" the back of her throat, causing his hips to involuntary thrust forward, " yes ... gatinha, just like that " he sighs, his digits tugging her hair in response to the way her tongue traced every veins on his cock.
the combination of the cool air around them, the moonlight shining over them; the sounds he made, were enough to send her over the edge, her lazy strokes grew rapid in pace and in turn, so did the sounds escaping his lips, " gatinha, uma menina tão boa ... keep going, taking my cock so well in your mouth " he sighs, running his digits through her hair.
her movements shifted from gentle and leisure to rapid and sloppy, his breaths grew labored; before he could even make sense of things, his cock twitched inside her mouth, releasing warm ropes of arousal seeping down her throat, she continued to bop her head up and down, lapping up every drop until she pulled back to crawl up and kiss him passionately, " rúben " she whispers, deepening the kiss.
he understood what she meant, his hands reaching over to untie the bikini top, discarding it near the dress followed by the bottoms before she situated herself on top of him, his cock disappears into her slick walls, eliciting a unanimous sigh from the two of them, his hands grip her waist to allow her to adjust to his size, " gatinha " he murmurs, as his hands crawl up to knead and toy with her breasts, eliciting a whine from her. " come on menina querida, show me how much you love this cock " he cooed.
she nods with a lazy smile, placing both of her palms flat against his chest to lever herself as she started to thrust up and down his cock, both of them releasing labored breaths coupled with soft moans, her lips part softly allowing him to insert two digits inside eliciting a muffled moan from her, her gaze locks with his as her tongue rolls around his index and middle digit resulting in him thrusting forward to meet the rhythmic pace she set, " so good to me gatinha " he sighs, " keep going, i'm close "
the delicious friction of their thrusts coupled with the warmth enveloping them was all they needed to chase their highs together, an obscenely loud cry escapes her lips that was quickly swallowed by his lips, he wrapped one arm around her waist while his other hand landed directly over her one of her breasts, " you're such a good girl gatinha " he murmurs over her lips, deepening the kiss before his head tilts to trails soft lips over her her throat. " you don't know just how much you mean to me " he grinds his hips against hers lazily, matching the rhythm of his kisses. " i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you "
their lips meet once again as a breathy moan escapes her lips, " me too amor, me too "
he pulls back and smirks, " do you know what that means? " his hips thrust once more.
she sighs, " what? " she whispers.
he thrusts again, moaning softly. " i'm going to spoil you as much as i want, so you don't get to say no if i buy you a dress, or if we go on a lingerie shopping trip so i can fuck you in that dressing room, if i come back with gifts, you'll proudly wear them while my cock is buried deep inside that -fuck- " he groans, " that amazing pussy, so ... you have no choice "
she giggles lazily, " i guess i don't have a choice when it comes to your love "
he grins, " my love is as big as the ocean " he pauses before playfully adding, " and as big as the cock you're taking "
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Dress —Ruben Dias.
summary: where you have a secret relationship with Ruben being Pep Guardiola's daughter.
warning: yes. a little of smut (not much)
word count: +2k
#SEXYNOTE: thanks for the support you really make me very happy 🩵
Champagne glasses were raised at the table when your father toasted the successful year that was ending. All the players and their families did the same, including you. It was Manchester City's annual year-end dinner and everyone was celebrating the great year the team had.
Everyone was smiling and enjoying the evening while dancing to the live band. You, on the other hand just sipped the fine delicate champagne and watched your father dance with your sisters with a smile on your face. Your mother had forced you to come today wearing a hideous red dress. You hated red. But it looked so good on your body, highlighting your curves and showing off your pale skin underneath.
The high shoes were killing your back, while you had to deal with the uncomfortable dress for a few more hours. At least you could enjoy your family making fools of themselves in front of your eyes. From the corner of your eye you could feel the glare of that man who had not stopped looking at you since you had arrived.
Ruben Dias, Portuguese, defender of the team, number three, tall, robust and above all, fucking hot.
And you won't deny that sometimes your gaze secretly escaped for him especially when your father was distracted with someone else.
You got up from your chair when Pep called you with his hand, holding your glass of champagne you walked until you reached him. He led you to the players' table and caught their attention.
"Guys, this is Y/n" he introduced. "The oldest of my beautiful girls" he said proudly. You smiled towards the men and their wives.
You met some of them from a few matches and they looked at you smiling in the same way, waving at you. Although you didn't come much to the games or the dinners they did but you did remember some faces from the few times you visited Manchester.
"The Chelsea fan?" asked one of them laughing. The others laughed and you looked at your father amused.
"That's right" replied your father grimacing in disappointment.
"I only live in London, that doesn't make me a Chelsea fan" you said denying.
"Maybe someone can bring her to Manchester this year" he continued jokingly who you recognized as Bernardo Silva, as you had been to his wedding a few months ago. You looked at him incredulously.
The young Portuguese man next to him shifted uncomfortably from his place, loosening his tie a little when your eyes fell on him. You smiled shaking your head before the words.
"I hope so, because if she's still in London, she'll soon be coming in a blue jacket and not the light blue one" your father played along joking.
Pep always joked that you were a Chelsea fan just because you lived in London and didn't move to Manchester when your family did, according to you because there was nothing for you there and it stayed that way. But you really weren't into soccer at all and just London was your place.
"Honey" your father called you. "Come on I want to introduce you to the leaders."
You nodded taking a last sip of the champagne in your glass and moved close enough to deposit it on the table, right where he was sitting. Your body moved closer to his and a shiver ran down your back. You just looked at the man across from you, expressionless, his eyes on you.
"Then i'll need this" you joked grabbing the glass full of champagne that was in front of him. The others at the table looked at you laughing and nodding.
When you were taking the glass out your hand brushed against his shoulder a little and you saw him stir in his chair averting his gaze elsewhere, dissimulating your closeness. Without another word, you moved away from the table, feeling his head turn.
You held your mother's hand, while your father introduced you to the club officers and you smiled and waved politely. You took the opportunity to finish the glass of champagne, feeling the liquid burn your throat as you drank it in one gulp, excusing yourself from the people at the table to go to the restroom. You took your purse and walked towards the restrooms of the establishment, stumbling when your feet hurt because of the high heels you had to wear.
When you got to the bathroom, you quickly looked at yourself in the mirror. Your untouched red dress made you gag as you looked at it closely, red was not the color that suited you best. You wanted to run home right now, take it off and put on one of your comfy pajamas, enjoying your soft bed around your body.
A reflection lit up the place when you opened the door behind you. Your eyes followed the man in the mirror, dressed in a perfect black Dior suit, as he came up behind you, staring at you in the reflection of the large bathroom mirror.
"Looks like you liked the dress i had made for you" his hand grasped your waist possessively, squeezing it.
You cocked your head to the side in denial. Clever bastard.
Of course it had been him. He knew how much you hated red and when your mother showed up with the dress they'd apparently had made for you, you were suspicious in an instant.
"You know why i like to send you red dresses even though i know you hate them?" he whispered in your ear, his hand traveled from your waist to your belly, exerting pressure to glue you to his body.
You saw his reflection in the mirror, his strong chest pressed against your back, his hands caressing your belly and waist, his crotch poking your ass when his body cornered yours over the expensive stone wash.
"Because i have the perfect excuse to rip it out of you myself, baby" his lips touched your ear in his whisper, making you bristle.
You swallowed saliva at the sight of him standing there behind you, smiling coquettishly as his hands went to your chest, caressing every inch of your skin. Your head lay back on your shoulder when his hands reached your neck and wrapped around it, handling you.
The heat was beginning to suffocate in the luxurious five star hotel bathroom as you could feel his bulge growing larger and larger in your lower back. Your legs received hot waves at the sound of his voice and your belly fluttered as your nostrils filled with his manly, expensive perfume that you loved so much.
"Were you having fun with the show you put on back there and showing what's mine to others?" he said pinning your eyes on yours through the mirror.
A wry smile tightened on your sides. Your hand grabbed his and ran it from your neck, turning your body until you were facing him.
"I'm not yours, Ruben Dias" you spat taking a step until you were nose to nose with him. "Don't get confused" you warned poking his chest, pulling him back.
His body tensed, you felt him grit his teeth as you spun again ignoring him.
"Then you won't mind if I go to your father and tell him how good I've been fucking you this year" he snatched raising an eyebrow.
Your breath hitched.
But you decided to ignore him instead. Smiling through the mirror as you touched up your lipstick. When you finished touching it up, you gave him a big smile through the mirror.
"Are you threatening me?" you dared to say with some wariness. Ruben cocked his head to the side clicking his tongue.
"Isn't that what we've been doing for months?" he said seriously.
For almost a year you had met Ruben at a game and you had definitely liked him. Who hadn't? He's a Greek god. But your biggest secret was that you had been fucking and having fun with a player from your father's team. You didn't even remember how it had come to this, but it had probably been because of your impulses at some dinner you don't remember or because his looks were killing you from wherever he saw you. Behind your families' backs you had been sleeping together and living a parallel life enjoying your youth.
Maybe it was a one night stand but you were still secretly seeing each other. Secret trips to Manchester without notice to your family, Ruben going on his breaks to London to see you, meeting you in other places in England. You had even been together in Spain and Portugal, kissing in every corner of the planet and fucking in every hotel room in different countries. No strings attached, no labels. That's how they had agreed on their first time... a first time they promised never to sweat again but kept doing it.
"Let's get the hell out of here and go home, i don't want all this shit i just want to fuck you" he mentioned again moving closer. His body positioned itself behind you again, cornering you when you turned, facing him.
"What would my father say if he heard you right now?" you teased playfully. Ruben tensed his jaw at the thought.
"Probably the spanking would be the least i'd have to worry about" he said amused.
You laughed a little.
True, your father would probably beat him up and things between them would break and maybe that's why you weren't saying anything. Keeping it a secret was necessary for now. And if this ended soon, no one would have to know anything.
Your fingers grabbed the collar of his shirt, dragging it down until you had him so close to your face. His large hands rested on your hips, circling them until they lifted you slightly. Ruben's lips caressed yours, teasing you and when you feinted to kiss him, he pulled away with a smile.
"You're mine" he whispered against your lips. "Say it" he commanded pressing against your ass.
A gasp bounced in your throat as heat rushed through you. You were beginning to feel your system responding to Ruben's touches, remembering all the nights you melted under his body, filling you with gasps and pleasure feeling his warm body close to yours.
His eyes were attentively on yours waiting for your answer, which was still processing in your mind.
When you were by his side you were happy, you felt safe and protected, wanted and loved. The way Ruben touched you, kissed you, looked at you, his gifts and trips, the memories of you fucking in the ocean, in the pool, in the elevators, in his apartment, your body feeling free when his smiles appeared as he walked away from everyone, your father, the family, the team.
When it was just you and Ruben it felt different, different in every way. No one else existed in the world when you were together.
"I'm yours, Y/n" he clarified as he continued to wait.
You smiled like you won the fight, because you knew you won. Your arms went around his shoulders holding him.
"You wanted to hear it first, didn't you?" he teased with a laugh. His black eyes shone like diamonds and illuminated yours. A feeling burst from your chest as you heard him. Your lips curled into a small smile.
"I'm yours, Ruben Dias" you grabbed him by the back of the neck until you pulled him close to your lips, kissing him without waiting.
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Helping Hands
Ruben Dias x Fem!Reader
Warnings: ruben and reader have a kid! (he's 5), boy dad!ruben, most of the man city squad is in this (kalvin too even tho he's not here anymore lol), mr pep makes an appearance, birthday surprises (yes I know ruben's birthday isn't until may lol), sweetness all around, reader and the guys have a good relationship, one big family vibes.
Word Count: 1.9k
Author's Note: is it really a big shock that this one is for @themandaloriansdiaries - I only ever write ruben when she asks lmaooo.
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"Mama! Come on!" Chris, your son, tugged on your hand as you carried the bags.
Ruben's birthday was today and the two of you had gotten up to wish him happy birthday before he left, even making sure to make birthday pancakes - Chris's request, despite it being his father's birthday.
Your husband had gone in for training today and he wasn't aware that the two of you were coming with a special surprise for him. Once you're checked in at the front, Chris makes a beeline for the stairs, running up and straight to the office of none other than Pep.
You didn't get a chance to stop him before he opened the door, not bothering to knock as he knew he had Mr. Pep - his nickname for the man- wrapped around his finger.
"Chris!" The man smiled when he saw the little brown-haired boy running into his office. He picks him up, giving him a good squeeze before putting him down.
"Hi Mr. Pep! Do you have any candy?" The boy looks around, peeking into a bowl on the desk. "Check the drawer, kid." He retells him, walking over to hug you hello.
Chris had made himself comfortable in Pep's chair, munching on a Kit Kat while spinning around.
Pep's hand rests on your arm, smiling at you. "What brings you two in today?"
"Just setting up a few things for Ruben's birthday. Chris wanted to celebrate with him and the guys."
"Oh," Pep nods. "Do you need help? Do you want me to get some of the stuff to help you?"
"No no, that's okay. Don't disturb them, it's just hanging up a few balloons and a banner Chris made, we got it. Right buddy?"
Chris nods, giving you a thumbs up with sticky, chocolate covered fingers.
Pep laughs, walking over to wipe Chris's hands with a tissue. "Okay, let me know if you need anything."
You and Chris were off to the cafeteria, taking the long way around as you knew Ruben would be in the gym right now. Chris sits himself down by the window, looking out in the pitch as you unpack the stuff from the bags, passing the balloons to him to start blowing them up; it would keep him occupied for long enough that you could set up whatever else you needed too.
As you tried to unravel the banner Chris was making at home, you heard footsteps behind you and Chris got up, running over to whoever was over there. You turn to see John, balancing the cake in one hand and rubbing Chris's brown hair with the other hand.
"Hi uncle Johnny!" Chris smiled at the man, John smiled back at him. "Hi buddy, how are you?"
"Good! It's daddy's birthday today!"
John nods, "I know, I got the cake, see?" He bends down to show Chris the cake before taking it into the kitchen to put it in the fridge so it doesn't melt.
"Thank you for picking it up," you tell him when he comes back, Chris holding his hand and bringing him over to the table where he was sitting.
"Anytime."
"Help me blow up balloons, uncle Johnny!" Chris passes him a handful of balloons, sitting on his chair as he starts on his own.
Despite having to get to the gym, John sat with Chris and blew up all of the balloons. For every 6 balloons John blew up, Chris blew one. The boy passed the slobbered covered balloon to his uncle who happily tied it; even if he had to wipe his fingers off on his pants after each one.
Once they're done, John gets up. "I have to get to training, buddy. I'll be back at lunch time and I'll bring your dad with me, okay?"
"Okay!" Chris gave John a five high before turning his attention back to the balloons. You wave John off as you start to attempt to bundle the balloons together.
"Baby, why don't you finish up on your banner for daddy? The crayons are in the green bag over there." You nod towards the bag on the chair, Chris nods and walks over to get the crayons before sitting where you had spread out the banner.
You managed to get a few balloons bundled together before you started on the arch, your back was turned to the doorway and you hadn't heard anyone come in.
Kyle had seen Chris about to get up and signalled for him to stay sitting and to be quiet, pointing to you and motioning surprise with his hands. Chris got the just of it and nodded, his little hand covering his mouth to stop him from giggling.
The cold fingers pinch your shoulders, causing you to jump. "What the f- fudge!" You stopped mid swear, shouting before turning to see who it was. Both Kyle and Chris were giggling now, you smacked Kyle on the head with a balloon.
"You're so annoying, Kyle." Groaning, you turn your attention back to the balloon arch you were assembling. The man ignores your comment, making his way over to Chris at the table.
His arms on either side of Chris's chair as he stands behind him, his chin on the boy's head. "Whatcha working on, bud?"
"A banner for daddy! Look how cool my football is," he points towards the football he had drawn in the corner.
"That's really good, I couldn't even draw a circle." He laughed. "Who are these guys?" Kyle asks him, pointing out the few guys Chris had drawn around the ball.
"Well this one is Eddie," he points to the man by the net, wearing bright green. "This one is daddy, uncle Jack, uncle Johnny and this one is you, uncle walks." He points to the one on the left.
Kyle stifles a laugh. "Chris, why is my head so big?"
"Because mama said you have a big head." Chris shrugs, going back to working on his drawings.
The man looks over at you with a raised eyebrow, and you shrug just as Chris did. "It's true, now come be useful and hold this." You stuck the end of the arch out to Kyle, the man coming over to hold it as you filled in the extra balloons that needed to fit in.
He helps you get it up and over the window, along with the streamers before you thank him and climb down from the chair. When you turned around, you found more of the guys had come in as it was pretty close to lunch time.
Jack was sitting with Chris, the two of them chatting about some cartoon they both watch when Jack comes over while Kalvin helped to colour in the letters that Chris had traced.
Everything was coming together, all that needed to be done was put the banner up and get the cake out from the fridge. Erling had come in with Kevin and Kevin offered himself to get the cake as he knew Erling and Jack would probably start bickering about something as soon as he saw the taller man make a bee line for his friend.
Ederson and Stefan were the next two that came in. Erling and Stefan hung the banner up, Jack handing pieces of tape to Chris to stick on the banner. Ederson had Chris up on his shoulders so he could reach it and Rodri gave them thumbs up of approval, letting them know that the banner was hung straight.
Kevin sets the cake on the table, taking it out of the box while you search for the candles in the bag. "Oh crap, I forgot the candles at home."
"I think we have some from John and Kyle's birthday last week," Nathan tells you, walking over to the cabinet to search for them. He returns a moment later with a half pack of candles and a lighter.
Chris helps Nathan stick the candles into the cake; all 27 which is how old he was turning this year.
Everything was set, the rest of the players had come in and even pep had made his way down for the little celebration. All of you were by the window, waiting until you heard someone coming to light the candles.
The big banner above you read happy birthday daddy! in several different coloured crayons, all coloured in and out of the lines - depended on who coloured it.
You look at Chris, fixing his shirt as Ederson held him and you made sure he looked okay. You brushed away the cookie crumbs from earlier before looking around to make sure everyone was there. Jack, who was beside you, also had the same cookie crumbs on his shirt and you brushed those off too.
The sound of John's laughter came from the hallway, followed by the clicking of Bernardo's slides as he never wore them properly. That meant Ruben would be right behind them.
"What are you recording for?" You hear your husband's voice, one of his friend's had their phone out as they were coming in.
Bernardo and John push the double doors open, John stepping into the room to catch Ruben's reaction.
"Surprise!" Everyone shouts, the boys cheering, clapping and whistling for their friend.
Ruben stood there shocked, taking it all in. The handmade banner, streamers, balloons, the cake, all his teammates and most importantly, his wife and his son.
Ederson put Chris down, the little boy running to his dad who picks him up. "Do you like it?!" Chris practically shouts in his dad's ear. Ruben chuckles, nodding. "I love it, Chris. Thank you."
He gives him a hug, putting him down. "Do you like the banner? And the colours I picked?"
"You used all my favourites." He ruffles Chris's fluffy brown hair, identical to his own. Chris clapped, grinning at his father as he ran over to Jack. "Told you!" You hear Chris tell Jack, the two of them laughing.
You walk over to your husband, hugging him. "Surprise, baby."
Ruben kisses your head, "thank you, babe. You didn't have to do all this, you know."
"I know," you say. "I had some help." You nodded towards his teammates behind you.
Ruben leans down to kiss you, his hand on your jaw as he does. "Okay okay, break it up." Kevin calls for you two, "the candles are gonna melt."
You hold Ruben's hand, bringing him over to the table with the cake, Chris standing on the chair on the left to his dad and you're tucked under Ruben's arm on the right. All of his teammates on the other side of the table, John was still recording as Jack started the horribly off key rendition of happy birthday, which was being sung in at least 5 different languages at the moment.
Ruben pulls you and Chris with him, blowing out all 27 candles on the cake. "Happy birthday, babe." You kisses his cheek, Chris swiping some frosting and rubbing it on the other side of his dad's face.
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I found your page a couple of days ago and i love all your stories. I hope you won't be overwhelmed with the amount of Rúben dias requests you're about to receive from me 😂I would like to request something with ruben like oc is heavily pregnant and craving something weird (whatever weird this that comes into your mind lol) and he is laughing and teasing her about it lol, and oc us having non of it. Make it fluffy please 🥺
Thank you so much in advance
cravings
craving during pregnancy is something we all are aware of, rúben even looks forward to it from the moment you broke down the news you were expecting. but what if you ask for something he doesn’t even know it exists?
rúben dias x you
part of dad!rúben collection
wc: 2k
note: something that’s been sitting way too long in the vault because of the research I had to do about this but only now finished bcs I had spurts of inspiration suddenly so surprise, surprise it’s a double update! LOLOL but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet!
“gatinha,”
at your whisper, rúben stirred from his sleep. his eyes immediately spotted the clock on the bedside table. the numbers drawn 3:00 in the big, fat analogue font across the screen.
“uh, what is it?” being the alert husband he was, he turned around to face you in no time. “is there something you need?
you were already seated on the edge of the bed, meaning you had just finished from your early morning toilet trip. ever since you became pregnant, the little trip was a new routine for you—and maybe the majority of other pregnant women in general, and everyone around him who had become fathers before him had warned the footballer to watch where the mother was going.
that, and the last thing he needed was for you to slip somewhere when he wasn’t watching, when he couldn’t be any help for you. rúben and you had been waiting for your very own rainbow baby for years, so when you were granted one, it was within his most important priority list to make sure both you and the child—whose gender was still unknown yet; not even born yet and they already resembled your shy nature—happy and safe.
“are you okay?”
you didn’t hide your fascination towards the man in front of you, hair disheveled and eyes blurry with drowsiness. 5 years of marriage and you still found him endearing, even more so when he was now turning protective and alert all the time, borderline the leader of a pack with the appearance similar to a mother hen.
“i am, don’t you worry,” you said, your hands stroking the side of his face, feeling the little hairs growing to become stubbles in near future. “but i’m starving.”
ah… the infamous early morning craving.
you had never personally asked of anything alike before, contrary to what everybody else had been advising rúben that there would be a time where you would be craving something eventually in a very ridiculous time of a morning. four months in, and you were yet to show any signs of it so rúben naturally thought you were going to be an exception case. but look where they were now.
with a smile so apologetic for having to wake him up like that, rúben melted into the warmth your smile exuded. “of course, meu anjo. should i get my keys?”
rúben might be many things but you didn’t believe one chance that he was a psychic. “do you even know what i want to eat?”
“uh, mcdonalds?”
in any other time, you would’ve laughed at his meek attempt to guess your mind. given t was early in the morning, mcdonalds was supposedly a reasonable choice since it was open 24/7.
but you did not, in under any circumstances, want to touch your feet nearby that chain of foul fast food. besides, you were pregnant. didn’t your husband consider that the unhealthy intake of food would do no good for their baby?
rúben must’ve noticed the change in your demeanour. “did i say something wrong, my love?”
“yes, don’t assume anything you don’t know of.”
ah… this one rúben was familiar, the rapid change of your mood he had his money run for the fastest rollercoaster on earth, so he apologised instantly and asked you again what you wanted.
“remember the time when we travelled to asia?”
“you mean, our honeymoon?”
oh, you were so not having your husband being mr. i-know-it-all. “one more of that and i’m walking out.”
the threat was enough to make rúben circle around the bed before kneeling down in front of your frowning figure. not because he was a loser, but because he knew you might actually do it. you had a capability to do it, you always do, which was why he was drawn to you in the first place.
but he didn’t want a runaway wife, pregnant on top of that, so he quickly apologized again. “what about it, baby?”
“i want durian.”
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what on earth is durian?
rúben sighed as he stared at his phone, the screen frozen helplessly for how many tabs he’d opened up in the browser. he rubbed his face rather roughly, due to the frustration, as he sat on the cover of the toilet and pondered his life choices and its respective life expectancies.
no one—literally no one—had warned him about the effect of any slip of tongue around a pregnant woman.
you were the calmest person he’d ever met, never wanting to bite off someone else’s head because it drained your precious energy. which rúben agreed to, and had been a devoted student of yours in terms of anger management on and off the field. but it was getting very hard to keep his own composure intact when you even lost yours.
ironically, rúben realised that one of you should still stay sane for the sake of everyone in this household, now inclusive of the unborn baby and it didn’t look like it was going to be you anytime soon.
so realistically, he couldn’t say to you that he didn’t remember a thing—not even an ounce of it—that you both had seen the fruit in question during your honeymoon. according to you, though, you both were even mesmerized by the look but decided that the possibility of dying because of the foul smell was larger than the delicious taste. as a result, when was the best time to try the exotic fruit than now, at 3.30 AM, when you were nearing the fifth month of pregnancy?
thus, his final resort to the internet, hoping for a miracle in the amount close to how much he needed to create the apple of his eyes with you.
but of course, the search engine didn’t show anything that could help him save his own lifeline this early morning from a pregnant wife that was so ready to stab the knife to his chest. the best option rúben got was to visit chinatown and head to the fruit market.
with a particular note from a lovely reviewer that the fruit was subject to a particular season—durian season, as the asians called it. if you were to seek for the spiky fruit beyond the particular calendar, then you either (i) got one that tasted as foul as it smells, or (ii) came home empty handed.
but of course, you wouldn’t get it, would you? rúben had already had it in his head you were going to wail at how incredulous his justifications are—what the hell is a durian season? we have spring, summer, autumn and winter and not durian! he could imagine—and would accuse him of trying to get his way out of the hard labour of satisfying you craving. worse, you’d scream out rúben should be responsible for this because he was the one who knocked you up and not vice versa.
other times, the footballer would just laugh it off. even at first, he did so and thought you were the cutest thing in his life, an actual living plushie. now, he just didn’t know what to do…
“what takes you so long?”
rúben jumped slightly at the question thrown at him from behind the door, the only thing separating him and his thoughts with the rest of the world and their expectation towards him. “nothing, meu anjo. i’ll be out in a minute.”
“good, because we gotta go. i’m sleepy already but the baby needs to eat.”
the husband closed his eyes once more, regulated his breathing, visualizing the flow of his breath before letting them out slowly—just the way you taught him how—before coming out of the loo. “baby, can i ask you one thing?”
you looked up, and rúben felt bad because you were already dressed and ready to go out and fight the coldness of an early morning. “what is it?”
“what if we go and have the durian in the morning?”
“rúben, it’s already morning now,” you clicked your tongue impatiently. “what are you saying?”
“i have a place to go already but they’re only open later at 8.”
and pregnant silence fell upon them, no puns intended.
“why at 8?”
“because that’s when the market opens,” rúben sat again in front of you, his hands were rubbing the back of your hand and on top of your knees respectfully. “i’m afraid we’ll have to go to chinatown to get them and it’s only open then.”
rúben was so ready with your fit, so he was rather surprised to hear you answer, “okay.”
okay?
okay?!
okay!
good god, the mood swing had returned it honestly felt like rúben had just jumped off the cliff with bungee jumping.
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rúben was the one not okay that morning.
you turned out to opt out sleeping that night, despite being cuddled by your husband—which was your favourite way to go to sleep, even faring better than being lullabied—but rúben forgot you were living your life for two people for these nine months, so you still had a bar of energy and excitement while he had to drag his feet to the en suite bathroom.
you were literally counting in seconds as to when you’d get to the chinatown. your legs were involuntarily shaking from excitement, while he’d become more sensitive due to the lack of sleep (per his standard). as soon as the car stopped at the parking lot, you ran to the nearest entrance and lost yourself in quest to find the fruit. it wasn’t even 8 AM yet.
rúben had to call and asked you to share your live location, in case you were lost. but you were already moving in a pace so different than those mothers he’d gotten to know lately due to the parenting class, there was no way he could catch up.
“where are you?” as soon as his phone rang, he picked up, panting from the endless count of steps inside a huge market. “i cannot find you.”
coincidentally, you happened to call rúben in order to tell him that you were going to line in a queue to a small shop selling imported exotic fruits. the small hadn’t been open, yet there was already a waiting list, and in your dictionary of words it should only mean that the said shop was relevant to be called the local’s favourite.
“there you are,” rúben was about to comment
like a lucky charm, they were called in to make their purchase not long after.
you had your eyes already set on durian, so when the uncle asked if you wanted to eat at that place or bring home a peeled one, you didn’t hesitate to have them immediately. besides, you didn’t know how to split durian into two and whatnot.
“oh my god, so damn good!” you didn’t waste a minute to dance your little moves that you made to indicate you’re happy at that moment. “i can eat this every day for the rest of my life!”
good god, please help me.
“you should try, baby!” you were so excited to share your happiness with your husband, one hand holding a tiny bit of yellow and ready to be shoved into rúben’s mouth. who could deny such endearing request? “you’ve never had one before!”
and that was also the last time rúben had a bite of that yellow, mushy inside of durian. apart from the smell, he decided he didn’t like the texture and the bitter aftertaste.
but that was him. you, on the other hand, were munching the fruit as if it was going to be your last time seeing that scarce fruit. it appalled rúben too even at the length and amount you could eat in one seating. and looking at that, seeing you were this elated, it also made him full—in every sense of the word, literally and figuratively.
when you were done with the last chunk, you grinned at him, rather sheepishly. maybe you were drunk from the fruit, maybe you were shy because you just let out one hell of an appetite. “thank you for coming here with me.”
“anytime, my love, but we’re not doing this again. okay, meu anjo?” rúben wiped your fingers one by one from the sticky texture, internally wincing at the stinky smell. “promise me that.”
“sim, meu amor.”
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I Hate You
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summary: you and Ruben are haters with benefits when suddenly, you start craving for more
pairing: Ruben Dias x Y/N
genre: angst, fluff, maybe a little suggestive it’s a mix of everything really
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You were about to fall asleep when you heard the door slam meaning Ruben was gone. Today was a stressful day at work and all you wanted to do was to forget, which is why you called him drunk. Your arrangement with him was simple, you hated each other any time other than when you were fucking. It started when you shouted at each other at a house party and ended in you getting screwed against the door of a bathroom mumbling ‘I hate you’s and ‘I know’s.
That’s when you made a deal, this was the only way you could blow off some steam and be in each other’s presence. You of course kept this a secret from everyone, they would never approve of you being haters with benefits with Ruben but you weren’t complaining. It wasn’t emotional, just physical but tonight after having a terrible day with your boss screaming at you nonstop, you wished you could ask him to stay. However, you bit your tongue and let him go, just like every other time.
Your cravings for affection didn’t stop there, you were constantly feeling lonely and this caused in an increase in your calls for Ruben. Before this you called each other maybe once a week but now your hand was reaching to your phone every other day. You could feel his gaze on you wondering what’s going on but he knew you weren’t that close so he never asked. You, once again called him at 1 and he answered groggily.
“Hey”
“Hey, I’m sorry were you sleeping?” you asked already regretting it.
“Yeah, what’s up?” he sounded so tired and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to come to you.
“I was just calling to see if I can come over?” This was the first time you were offering to drive to his, any other time you’d meet at your place because it was way more convenient for you.
“I actually have an early training tomorrow and as much as I’d like to shut your fierce mouth, I’m gonna have to pass.” he said and you could hear the smirk on his lips.
“I hate you.” you said
“I know baby.” he replied knowing how much you hated pet names, but this one only made you sad. You hung up with an empty feeling, was this sudden neediness caused by him or by you going through tough times, you wondered. It didn’t matter since either way, Ruben wasn’t the answer for your problems. You hated him and he hated you and you were just fuck buddies.
You tried sleeping but couldn’t so that’s when you decided to open your dating app, you used it every once in a while but stopped after your first time with Ruben. You never had a rule about being exclusive but he fulfilled your every need so you didn’t have the need to look for someone else but tonight, you were lonely and in need of company and you also needed to get Ruben out of your mind at least for a while.
That’s how you met Luke, he matched with you almost immediately and was happy to meet you at this hour. After some inspection you figured it wouldn’t hurt to have him come over and he obliged. He was a very handsome and tall guy with mid length light brown hair and green eyes.
“Hey” you opened the door and he was standing there with a small bouquet of flowers.
“Hi, how did you find an open flower shop?”
“Oh I was just keeping these in the freezer in case a pretty girl like you asked me to come over.” he sassily said.
You spent some time getting to know each other over glasses of wine since you just met and one thing led to another and you found yourself on his lap while he was kissing along your neck and exposed breasts. You were so lost in the moment you didn’t even see the text Ruben sent you.
“Are you still awake?”
You and Luke finished shortly after, which wasn’t anything compared to what you had with Ruben. It was good and you had an orgasm but it lacked the passion you and Ruben shared. When you had sex, it was hot and full of emotion even if they were hatred but you and Luke just satisfied each other. You asked him to stay the night and he could leave in the morning since it was late and he agreed. You were in mood for some cuddles and he gave them to you.
In the morning when you woke up he was already gone and you felt relief. You weren’t in the mood for an awkward conversation where he thinks you’re in love with him but you also couldn’t deny feeling a presence in the bed while sleeping made you feel better and you wished it was Ruben holding you.
It was now 4 p.m. and you were pretty much done for the day, sitting in your office when the door knocked. You went to get it and were surprised to see Ruben standing there.
“What are you doing here?” you asked still mad about last night.
“Hello to you too Y/N, I’m good by the way.” he smiled annoyingly and pushed the door open inviting himself in.
“Ruben I’m serious, why are you here?” you asked as he walked in the kitchen to get something to drink but his steps came to a halt suddenly and you were confused. You followed his gaze and found why he’s being weird. His eyes were set on the flowers Luke brought.
“Who are these from?” he asked after a moment nonchalantly but he slowly walked over to them to find a card inside.
“Just a friend.” you replied not knowing how to put it.
“Do I know the said friend?” he was trying so hard to not be obvious but it was clear he was interested. That’s when you decided to tease him.
“No, you don’t.”
“And he sent you flowers because…” he trailed off hoping you’d finish his sentence.
“He didn’t send me flowers Ruben, look why are we talking about this, why are you here?”
“You didn’t answer my text and I was worried you did something to yourself because you couldn’t have me.” he pouted and you remembered why you hate him, so full of himself.
“I saw your text today but I was busy.”
You walked over to the living space and he followed you.
“Hey, what did you mean when you said he didn’t send me flowers?” he inquired.
“Ruben what’s this interrogation about some flowers?” you asked annoyed.
“Just tell me” he pleaded.
“He didn’t send them, he brought them.”
“When?” his head snapped back.
“Last night.” you answered truthfully
His eyes immediately turned darker and his jaw clenched. You averted your gaze feeling weird about the whole situation. You didn’t think he would be bothered by this.
“I didn’t realize you were seeing other people.” he mumbled under his breath but still kept his cool.
“I mean we’re allowed to, aren’t we? I was feeling lonely and he agreed to keep me company.” you jabbed making him realize this was after Ruben turned you down.
“I didn’t know…” The room fell silent neither of you dared to speak. You took a deep breath.
“Ruben this whole deal isn’t working out for me, I don’t want someone to leave the second they come, I don’t need any titles or a ring but I need more than just hate sex.” you finally confessed.
“I- uhm” he couldn’t even form a sentence but this was enough for you.
“Look I’m not pressuring you into anything Ruben, it’s just, I don’t think this is going to work out.” you breathed and he had a sad face throughout your conversation.
The talk ended minutes ago but Ruben didn’t move a muscle to get out, nor did he speak.
“Are you okay?” you finally asked concerned about his demeanor.
“Yeah, I just think you’d never feel like…” he trailed off again.
“Like what?”
“Like I do.” he said as your eyes met, you couldn’t even tell if he was being serious.
“Ruben look if this is a sick joke, I swear…”
“No Y/N this isn’t a joke. Believe me, it’s been torture pretending like I still hated you because you were definitely doing so and I thought I was going crazy.” he rambled on as you grabbed his collar and crashed your lips into his.
He quickly reciprocated and deepened the kiss while lifting you up just for you to sit on top of him. You hungrily attacked his neck and a loud moan escaped his lips at the contact. You used this opportunity to remove his shirt and kept exploring his body while his hands were on your hips slowly helping you roll back and forth and this time, it was his lips on your neck and behind your ear.
“Ruben” you mewled “Take me to the bedroom”
He happily obliged carefully sitting up and carrying you with your legs wrapped around his waist. He was holding you like you weighted nothing. As he was passing by your kitchen he made a stop, slowly going in. You were utterly confused but let him do so, he held one hand under your hips while picking the flowers from the vase and throwing them in the bin. He definitely was a petty man, your petty man.
“I hate you.” you laughed but didn’t even care about the flowers.
“I know” he smiled back continuing kissing you.
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rúben blurb — #1
you can all thank dilara for rotting my brain with dad!ruben thoughts, also i think this singlehandedly cured my parents issues
you hated loosing your patience with your daughter, but tatiana drawing on her bedroom wall was your last straw after a long day of terrible news. you always felt awful for screaming at her, especially after the big brown eyes she got from her father welled up with tears.
you let her stay with rúben while you tried to distract yourself with grocery shopping. when you opened your front door still guilty about the whole screaming fit, your house was nothing like when you left it. it was now filled with laughter and a divine smell was luring you to the kitchen. but before you could take a step inside and find out the object of your craving, rúben's tall figure blocked the entry.
“no, no. you take a seat, i have a special chef cooking something for you.” he added a little wink, a silent ‘don't worry, i got this’. you sat down waiting for your little surprise, that revealed itself soon enough, in the shape of a lovely 6 year old girl covered in flour, her tiny hands full of a big plate of pancakes.
“i'm sorry mommy, i didn't want to make you mad.” her little voice, made you forget about every other trivial matters of today. you immediately took tati on your lap, and stroked her hair.
“i wasn't mad at you meu anjo (my angel), mommy just had a bad day. i shouldn't have screamed at you, i'm sorry tati.” you covered your daughter's face and hair of little kisses when rúben joined you two and placed a kiss on both your heads, before taking a seat next to you.
“did you cook these by yourself baby?” you asked to your daughter pointing at the perfect pancakes, she laughed a bit and shook her head.
“no daddy helped me, but i cracked the eggs myself!”
“did you now? i'm so proud of you my little chef, you might have to replace daddy soon.” you knew tatiana was over the moon with the little tasks that were handed to her, and you took the opportunity to tease your husband as well.
his large, flour covered, hand, squeezed your cheeks together, “i'll always be my girls' chef, but i can take a little rat under my hat.”
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Can you write about Ruben Dias praising you while you give him a blowjob? 🙏
This hits 🤭
Minors DNI!!
Word Count: 184
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“You’re doing so good, baby.” Ruben moaned, his hand resting on the back of your head, pushing you down to take more of him in your mouth.
The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, causing a gag to escape you, sending vibrations against him.
“Fuck, you take me so well.” The praise hit you straight in the core. You squeezed your thighs together. You stared up at him, his pretty brown eyes staring back at you.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He thrusted up, another gag escaped you. “Good girl.” You continued your movements, your hand reaching down to massage his balls.
You felt his cock twitch- which only meant one thing, his release was near. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head faster.
His head fell back against the couch cushion, groans leaving his lips. You didn’t stop until you felt the warmth of his cum on your tongue, swallowing every last bit.
He pulled you up from the floor. “You’re too good to me.” He smiled before kissing you.
“I know.” You smiled
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I love you — Ruben Dias
Rubén is so in love with you and in the heat of the moment, he lets you know his feelings.
Word count — 831
a/n: a little suggestive but not too much. also, i had to google some portuguese dishes, sorry if I'd made a mistake
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Ruben and you had been dating for a month and a half, the relationship was still at its starting point and yet, it was like you knew him your whole life. He was attentive, he loved to make flirty comments whenever he had the chance, and he showed his affection in ways that made your heart warm. That same night you had decided to go to a nice restaurant where they served traditional portuguese food.
Ruben was too excited that you would try the traditional food of his country, he was like a little boy who wanted to show his new toy to his friend. Except, you guys were much more than friends.
Ruben had not been able to take his eyes off you, from the moment he saw you wearing that dress he knew his pulse was frantic. Suddenly, he wanted to come back to his apartment, to have you all to himself. It was selfish thinking, but at the time, it was right thinking. In your case, you were still trying to get used to hearing him speak in his native language. There was something about the way he pronounced the words in portuguese, which made you drink from your glass of water urgently.
Your boyfriend talked to the restaurant managers and once he finished what you assumed was a friendly chat, they led you to a table. You had given Ruben all the freedom to choose the dishes, because you really had no idea of any of them. You were a little nervous about what you were going to eat, but you trusted your partner’s selection.
"If you make me eat something disgusting, I’ll get even."
Rubén smiled at you, "As much as your way of getting revenge sounds interesting to me, I promise I chose food you’ll like."
A few minutes later, the dishes finally arrived. You looked at the plate with your eyes wide open.
"What is this? What's its name?"
"Francesinha. I hope you like it."
Ruben helped you cut the Francesinha and you took the fork to your mouth. His eyes looked at you expectantly, waiting for your approval. The taste came to your taste buds, filling your mouth with flavor.
"Uhm, this is very good."
"Try this too, it’s called Bacalhau à Brás."
Everything was delicious and with each new dish, Ruben told you the names and told you what ingredients it had. You felt the heat build up in your body every time you heard him speak in his native language. He must have noticed the way you were looking at him, because he smiled at you. A sassy smile.
"Remind me to take you to Portugal, I can’t wait to introduce you to my country."
"Will you be my tour guide?"
"Among other things, yes."
"Well, I am a lucky person, I'll have an excellent and attractive tour guide. It will be difficult to focus on the view."
To be honest, Ruben was the view you cared most about.
He laughed, "And I'll have a beautiful tourist I long to kiss all the time."
"I don’t think that’s very professional of you."
He winked at you and you both continued eating from your plates. Once you finished your meals, your boyfriend took you to his apartment. You were entering his house when his hands went to your cheeks and he kissed you desperately. You were as desperate as him. Ruben pushed you to the armchair in the living room, where you climbed into his lap and continued kissing him.
"Do you think I didn’t notice the way you blushed when I spoke portuguese?"
You giggled, "Were you doing it on purpose?"
"Provoking you is my purpose in life, I love to see you all desperate and blushing. You should know by now."
"Ruben..." he didn’t let you keep talking, he just kissed you and you forgot what you had to tell him.
Everything your boyfriend did was on purpose, sometimes he would walk around his apartment when you were there showing off his abdomen, knowing in advance that his muscles and entire body made you think of improper things.. Ruben Dias loved to provoke you.
"Eu te amo."
It wasn’t hard for you to understand what those words meant. Ruben had told you that he loved you. He had said it so lightly that he himself had not noticed. You stepped out of his mouth and took a breath, your heart was beating frantically and you didn’t know if it was from those kisses, or the fact that your boyfriend had told you that he loved you.
"Ruben..." it was the first time he said those words.
"What did you just say?"
You just needed to confirm what you had heard.
Rubén noticed his words and, regardless of the nerves in his stomach, smiled and came to steal you a kiss.
"I said I love you."
"You do?"
"I do. I love you so much."
You smiled, "Eu te amo, Rubén."
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Rainy Manchester mornings.
Rúben Dias x Y/N
Summary: You’re not used to wake up with your boyfriend by your side, and he’s not used to either, because of his busy schedule. But you both might get used to it very easily…
Warnings: SMUT (almost without a plot, but at least it’s kinda sweet)
gif credits to @gyu-17
Rain tapped against the windows of your bedroom, and you slowly stirred awake; you opened your eyes in the greyish light, and your heart immediately skipped a beat at the sight you were presented with: Rúben’s face was so close to yours that your noses could touch with just a slight movement of your own. He was sleeping on his back, his chest deeply raising and falling with each breath he took; his left arm was by his side, hand resting just above his left hip, while his right arm was under your head; it was probably numb by now, seen as you woke up pretty much in the exact, same position you fell asleep the night before.
You slowly moved your body towards him, resting your weight on your elbows and finally setting his arm free, careful not to wake him up. He had a big game tonight and you knew he needed the rest.
He sighed in his sleep, as he perceived that he could move his arm again, and he moved it immediately to circle your waist under the covers, losing no time and no chance to keep you as close as he could. His face scrunched up in concentration as he did so, and you couldn’t help but find his expression adorable.
Smiling, you slowly raised your right hand to smooth the creases that formed on his forehead, and when you saw his face relax, you lowered your body on the bed once again, resting your cheek on his shoulder this time.
Your fingers gently caressed the smooth skin of his chest, dancing along his left collarbone, then in the middle of his neck, and then along his right collarbone; your eyes were fixed on his beautiful facial features: his now relaxed forehead and the disheveled hair, his closed eyes with those long lashes you envied so much, his nose and his defined cheekbones, his full lips, and that beard of his… he was perfection.
As you absentmindedly admired him, Rúben turned to his side; he was still asleep, but he was fully facing you now. The arm that circled your body tightened its hold on you, while his left hand moved from his hip to yours. You could tell it wouldn’t be long before he was fully awake, as his left hand travelled down your thigh and moved it over his hip, letting you feel every single inch of him.
His breathing hitched as his hard on pressed against your core, and you too sighed at the contact, even if there were still two layers of fabric separating the two of you.
“Hmm…” he groaned as he opened his deep brown eyes, “Well, good morning…”
“Morning baby…” you smiled, bumping your nose against his, and softly scratching his beard.
He bumped your nose back with his, before he pecked your lips, once, twice, grinning before he pressed his lips to yours once again, kissing you deeply, sighing into the kiss and breathing you in as if he missed you during his sleep. With your lips still attached to his, he didn’t wait anymore to roll your bodies over, and you ended up straddling him.
“God,” he smirked up at you, eyes still heavy with sleep, “I love waking up like this, with you…”
“You do hm?” you asked him, as you lowered your face to kiss him.
“I do,” he breathed as soon as your mouth moved to kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck, “I hate when I have to leave early in the morning to go training, I hate leaving you all alone in our big bed…” a low growl erupted from the back of his throat, “…I hate that I’m not here to give you a proper good morning kiss, or something better…”
“But you’re here now,” you smiled before you pressed an open mouthed kiss to his lips, “aren’t you?”
“I am…” he rasped, before he sat up to kiss you.
He was there with you indeed, and you could feel him everywhere around you: his breath on the sensitive skin of your neck, his lips ghosting your pulse, his hands slowly travelling down your back, starting from between your shoulder blades and ending on your hips as he guided your grinding movements.
“You know we shouldn’t,” you whispered, already hooked on the feeling of him, “not before tonight’s game…” you murmured against his lips, those same lips that travelled up from your neck to kiss you again, and again.
“It’s still early in the morning, and the game is tonight…” he tried to convince you, moving his right hand to the front of your panties and placing his thumb directly over your clit, “I’ll have plenty of time to recover…”
“This is not fair…” you half whined as you moved your hips in sync with his thumb.
“What?” Rúben smirked, gazing at your facial expression through half hooded eyes.
“You trying to persuade me like this…” you gulped as he applied a more intense pressure.
“Okay, you’re right.” he cleared his throat, before he raised his hands in surrender, letting you long for his touch on you once again, “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”
“It might be too late for that…” you leaned your face closer to his, watching as he gulped while you felt him twitch under you.
“Where are you going?” he rasped as he watched you get out of bed.
“Just lay down…” you told him as you gently pushed on his chest, feeling his heart hammer under your touch; you smirked as you heard him swearing while he looked at you getting undressed for him.
You couldn’t wait to feel his skin against yours, already missing the close contact between your bodies and already longing for an even closer one, so you kneeled between his parted thighs before you straddled his hips once again.
“You’re so beautiful bebê…” he groaned as he touched your naked breasts, toying with your hardened nipples as you rolled your head back because of his blazing touch, “So beautiful and all mine.”
“I want you Rúben,” you whimpered, wanting to feel his hands all over you once again, “please…” you pleaded while you freed his dick from his tight boxers, taking him by surprise as you wrapped your small hand around him.
“Fuck bebê,” he moaned, closing his eyes shut at the feeling of your hand gently stroking his cock, “don’t stop…” he was the one pleading this time, but he didn’t waste any time before his fingers were making sure you were wet enough for him, and he let out a low moan as he felt that you were more than ready for him to fuck you.
Rúben kissed you hungrily, panting and moaning softly in your mouth as you were still stroking him; then he gently removed your hand from him, lowering his boxers enough to be comfortable, before he wrapped his hand around his dick and slowly lowered you down on it.
“Oh Rúbenn…” you softly moaned as he stretched you out, filling you perfectly as he always did.
“You feel amazing baby, fuck,” he sighed, feeling lightheaded from the way your walls wrapped around him, “so wet for me, so perfect.”
“You are,” you panted, starting to move above him, riding him slowly, teasingly, “you are perfect Rúben, fuck!”
His hands were all over you once again, just like his lips, that were attached to your breasts, to your neck, and to your face; your senses were in overdrive as you could feel his touch everywhere, and the slow rhythm of your movements did nothing to help your case, if anything it pushed you closer and closer to your high.
Rúben wasn’t doing better, if it can be said. Your soft skin and your scent were intoxicating him; the sight of you riding him and chasing both of your highs didn’t help him at all, not to mention the feeling of your walls that started to contract around him, as if they were calling him in, inviting him to just let go.
“Are you close baby?” Rúben asked you, his hoarse voice alone making you moan out loud, “I can feel how close you are…”
“Please baby, please Rúben I need you…” you breathed, pleasure already fogging your brain, “I need you…” you repeated as you took his hand and placed it between your bodies, letting him know what you wanted from him.
As soon as Rúben’s fingers started to circle your clit, you threw your head back breathing a desperate “fuck” to let him know this what what you needed. And Rúben would have cum right there and then at the mere sight of you: seeing you like this, all his and lost in the pleasure he was giving you was definitely making him lose it.
He shut his eyes tightly, trying to hold back and to wait for you to cum before letting go. But he wasn’t ready to meet your burning gaze once he opened his eyes once again, and you weren’t going to look away. You stared into his eyes, into his soul, as you took his face in your hands as you started to ride him faster and harder.
“Bebê I’m not gonna last long if you keep this up,” Rúben whined, the strain in his voice telling you he was clearly holding back, “fuck, slow down, I want you to cum first-”
“I want you to cum with me,” you breathed, “cum with me Rúbenn…”
“Fuck you’re so gorgeous, fuck!” he growled as he helped you ride out your orgasm, and finishing inside you as he did so, “Fuck baby…” he sighed as he tried to gain control over his breathing once again.
He gently laid you down on the bed, before he got up to grab a washcloth to clean you both up. He was always so caring and always paying attention to you, and this morning it was no different.
“We should do this more often…” you giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, once he laid down next to you.
“You’re right indeed,” he chuckled as he kissed your cheek, “but what am I gonna tell to your beloved Pep?”
“Tell him to just postpone your morning sessions,” you shrugged as you heard him laughing, “by an hour or maybe two…” you wiggled your eyebrows as you tangled your fingers in the short hair at the nape of his neck.
“Two hours hm?” Rúben breathed, his mouth dangerously close to yours, “We still have time then!” he laughed as he rolled your bodies over, laying on top of you, between your parted thighs.
“Time for what??” you smiled up at him, caressing his irresistible bearded cheeks.
“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “but I’m sure we’ll find something to keep us entertained!” he chuckled before he grabbed the duvet and brought it up to your heads, hiding your bodies and your giggling noises underneath it.
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DOMESTIC DELIGHTS — r. dias
ೃ࿐ summary : The moments spent with your family, they are the most precious in your life, a pure delight that bring solace to your soul. And on this specific Sunday afternoon, this one, you are poised to savor every bit of it.
ೃ࿐ words : 0,7k.
ೃ࿐ genre : mature. fluff. suggestive.
ೃ࿐ warning : cute daughter-father moments, sexual tension.
ೃ࿐ author's note : Despite my deep disdain for Man City (while I do acknowledge Pep's genius football philosophy), I must confess—I find myself particularly attracted to some players... and a certain 6’2 Portuguese center-back has managed to steal my heart. Ugh, what can I sayyyyy, what can I sayyyyy.
You were drawn by the soft, deep chuckles emitted by your husband, guiding you towards the entrance of the living room, where you discreetly pushed the door ajar.
There he was.
Rúben.
Dressed in his black Puma sweatpants and a simple, white undershirt, he was doing push-ups with your little daughter perched on his broad, muscular back. Her cheerful, high-pitched voice counted his progress as he effortlessly raised and lowered his body multiple times. You observed them tenderly: the pure joy and trust of your child blending with Rúben's extraordinary strength and patience. Home.
If he noticed you leaning against the doorframe, he said nothing... and you couldn’t help but admire his new three-day stubble beard, a bit more developed than usual, complementing his charming face.
Suddenly, he twisted to one side, landing on the floor while effortlessly lifting your excited little girl with his sturdy arms before gently placing her on his firm stomach. A timid chuckle escaped your lips at this heartwarming sight. But this gesture didn't deter him from maintaining a somewhat intense gaze that met yours, igniting a fire within you.
"Go play in the garden, princesa. I'll do a few more and then join you," he murmured, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. As his words prompted her to dash out of the room, flashing you a mischievous smile in passing, the room fell into an almost oppressive silence. Only Rúben's erratic breathing and the sudden accelerated beats of your heart seemed to animate the space.
He eventually raised himself from the floor, taking his sweet time to stand, his brown eyes never leaving your burning gaze for a second.
Rúben's smile took on a different shade as he crossed the room to approach you, leaving only a few brief inches between you. His arms, marked by the effort, found support on the wooden doorframe, not far from your head, asserting his dominance in height.
In the depth of his gaze, you discerned the glint of a tantalizing promise.
"You didn't have to stop, you know?" you innocently scolded, letting your right hand wander from his neck, to his left flank and to his hip. You made sure your nails lightly grazed his skin through the thin white fabric, intending for him to feel your provocation. As you did, you sensed a trickle of sweat dampening his shirt, clinging to his still-toned abs, evidence of his numerous push-ups.
In just a few seconds, his body responded. Engulfed in goosebumps that hinted at desire, Rúben's eyelids trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed. Though your line of sight didn't reveal it, you were certain that his fingers fervently clutched the doorframe, evidenced by the emerging veins on his glistening shoulders.
He was on the verge of losing control. The mere thought elevated the corner of your lips into a sly smile, concealing the pleasure you took in this little teasing game. You must admit, you were very in the mood to play today. After all, Rúben simply had no business being so sexy on this delightful spring afternoon.
Your right hand, still placed on his hip, dared to venture even further beneath the fabric of his black tracksuit to bring him even more closer to you and explore the skin of his lower back and his firm bottom, leading him to open his mouth slightly, letting out a timid gasp.
Unable to resist the excruciating slowness of your caresses, he leaned forward, daring “Why? Do you want to keep watching?” he managed to inquire with an innocent tone, though mischief lingered within.
His alluring, plump lips so close to yours beckoned, yet you resisted the temptation they promised... at least for the moment. You knew what he expected from you at this moment, but you just wouldn't comply. You were far too determined to win this battle.
Nevertheless, the warm breath escaping his mouth was enough to slightly distract you. In that moment, you even forgot your somewhat disheveled appearance—your hair was in a messy bun, and you still had your apron on, still warm from the breath of the oven you had opened to check the crumb-topped salmon you were preparing.
This seemed not to bother Rúben, whose gaze remained just as fiery and thirsty. His fingers sought revenge, gently sweeping aside a loose strand of hair that had fallen during your observation, trailing across your cheek, your neck, before finally resting on your nape. Then his entire hand delicately settled upon it. Your eyes were nearly completely mesmerized by the movement of his lips. Ruben's voice became huskier and smoother. “Or maybe you want a turn too."
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All yours (Rúben Dias x Reader)
**So I got a couple of requests to write about being on holiday with Rúben after he posted some holiday content. And a more specific one involved this sort of fwb situation with some jealousy in the mix that inspired me a lot. And this is what I came up with. I always appreciate any feedback but this time it'd be interesting to know your thoughts since the tone and vibe (not the topic itself completely) of this is similar to a Rúben series I need to continue working on. So it'd be amazing to know how you guys feel about it. Enjoy reading!! ❤️**
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"You're coming with us to our holiday, right?", asked Rúben when you got out of the shower.
"I don't know".
"What do you mean you don't know? You've travelled with us for the last 5 years. Do you have better plans?"
"I just…I don't know if it's the best idea now that…you know".
He got closer to you, smirking. "I might be having memory problems. Now that what?"
"You'll have other problems if you don't remove that annoying smug grin from your ugly face", you said, rolling your eyes and making him laugh.
When you tried to walk towards your closet, he stopped you wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Do you mean", he said, leaving kisses on your neck, "now that we stay in each other's beds instead of the guest rooms during our sleepovers? Because I only see that as a bigger reason for you to be there. I'm sure we'll find a way to have some alone time".
"But this is just something casual, Rúben. You’ve said it many times. What if I cockblock you? Or worse…you cockblock me!"
You noticed his arms holding you tighter for a heartbeat before he let go of you.
"We'll be fine. Please come with us, the boys always want you there. I want you there. You know that".
There was something in his tone that made you stop. Did he sound a bit…sad? But why would he? It’s just the summer holidays.
“Where are you going anyway? Same as always?”
“No, we’re going to Miami”.
He looked at your reaction, knowing you’d wanted to visit Miami for years. That was actually one of the reasons why he suggested that place as an option in the first place.
“I mean…”.
“I’ll send you the info when I finish booking everything”.
“I didn’t say yes, Rúben”.
“You said it with your eyes”.
“Oh yeah? What are my eyes saying now?”, you asked, glaring at him. “Stop smirking! You’re so annoying!”
"We are going to have so much fun!"
"Nothing is going to happen there. No one can know about this…arrangement. Or we'll never hear the end of it".
"Try and be a bit more quiet, then".
He was still laughing when the pillow hit his face and you took that opportunity to go get dressed. And to start planning what to pack for Miami.
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"I'm so hungover", you said when your little group of friends was waiting at the airport for your flight to the US.
"You sit with Rúben, then. He's probably still hungover too from the celebrations".
"As long as he doesn't puke again…".
"You're all so funny", said Rúben, rolling his eyes. He wasn't hungover but really tired after such a long season.
"You take the window seat. I'll be sleeping most of the time, anyway".
"Ok".
Trying to get comfortable, you started to notice it was a bit chilly on the plane.
"I need my jacket and your brother has my bag. I'll be right back", you said, trying to get up but Rúben stopped you.
"Just wear my hoodie", he took it off and put it in your lap, but instead of taking it you just stared at it. "What?"
"It's just that, wearing your clothes…that’s like couple stuff. And we’re not a couple".
"It's something you've done your entire life. Don't try to make it weird just because we are sleeping together now".
"Rúben!", your eyes widened and you also noticed the man sitting to your left staring at you two.
But he just shrugged and put his headphones on, ready to watch a movie. So you took the hoodie and put it on before trying to fall asleep quickly. But seeing Rúben sitting next to you made it harder to sleep. This whole friends with benefits thing was fun. I mean, it was Rúben you got to sleep with. But it was also…weird. You had always been friends and how were you supposed to go back to just friends once one of you found a partner? And why did that idea feel so wrong right now?
"Can't sleep?", he asked when he looked at you and saw you staring at his movie.
You shook your head, sighing.
"Come here".
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. Come closer so you can cuddle me. You'll fall asleep quicker".
"You think so highly of yourself, Dias…".
But you did as he said, moving closer so you could put your arms around his waist and place your head on his chest. His arm was around your shoulder and his hand kept caressing the top of your arm. And even if you were overanalyzing a gesture that was so normal for you two, in just a couple of minutes, you were already sleeping.
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Sleeping on the plane meant you were ready to enjoy the rest of the day once you landed in Miami. Everyone else just wanted to go to the beach and rest but you were itching to go out to explore the city.
"Come on!! It's so early. Let's go find somewhere to eat and then we can walk around the area".
"I'll go with you".
When Rúben spoke, everyone looked at him and you started to worry about them suspecting something. He was always volunteering to be with you, no matter what you suggested.
"Cool, Rúben can go with you and be your bodyguard for tonight".
"Bodyguard?"
"We aren't going to let you run around all alone in a foreign country…and at night".
"You don't even let me run around my hometown", you muttered, rolling your eyes at how overprotective they all were.
"You are like a little sister to us. We have to protect you. So off you go with big bro Rúben".
Shaking your head, you turned to leave the hotel, noticing Rúben right behind you.
For the first couple of minutes, you two walked in silence. You were too busy staring at your surroundings to say anything. And then you noticed Rúben putting his arm around your shoulders.
"What are you doing?"
"There are some weird guys looking at you".
"Thank you, big brother. What would I do without your protection?"
Rúben didn't find your sarcasm funny and when you were walking past an alley a couple of seconds later, he made you both walk inside it so he could push you against the wall and kiss you.
"I'm not your brother".
"You aren't my boyfriend either".
He shook his head, looking like he wanted to say more but not doing it. "Let's keep walking".
When you got back to the hotel, a part of you was hoping he would ask you to go to his room. Or that he would follow you to yours but he only wished you a goodnight and left you outside of the lift.
That's where you found him and the rest of the gang the next morning.
"Ready for today?"
"What's the plan?", you asked, hoping they didn't just plan on staying at the beach all day.
"Breakfast, beach, sightseeing and night out".
"I love that plan", you said, clapping your hands. "Maybe we can go shopping too".
After you had some breakfast, you moved to the private area of the beach so you could relax on the sunbeds for a couple of hours.
"I need sunscreen on my back!", you said, lifting your arm that held the bottle until someone grabbed it. You didn't even know who did, but when you placed your head on the sunbed, you saw Rúben sitting a couple of sunbeds away from you. So it wasn't him.
You closed your eyes, trying to relax. But anyone who bothered looking at Rúben's face would have noticed the tension in his features. He knew neither his brother nor his friends were interested in you in that way. They really meant it when they said you were like a sister to them. But still, seeing another man's hands on your body filled him with rage. He wanted to be the one putting the cream on your back and shoulders, leaving kisses all over your body while he applied it. But he had to look from afar. And it ruined his mood for the whole day.
By the time you made it to the hotel, you only had 30 minutes to get ready. But you already planned some cute outfits for the nights out so you ended up getting ready in less than half an hour.
"You're wearing that?"
His friend's words made Rúben look up.
"We are not doing this, boys. It's just a dress".
"One of us by your side the whole time, yeah", they joked.
"You'll have to catch me first!", you laughed, running outside of the hotel and making all your friends get up quickly to follow you.
You were so busy looking behind you that you didn't notice someone walking in front of you until you bumped into him.
"Oh my God! Sorry".
"It's ok", he said, holding your arm to steady you. "Are you ok? Were you running away from someone?"
His concern made you smile. And the fact that he was cute didn't hurt. "My friends but as a joke. They are alright…and right there".
"And they are all men".
"Yeah", you laughed. "But they act like little boys most of the time".
When they got to where you, and a stranger, were, they didn't know what to do. It was always hilarious to you how they didn't understand the concept of you talking to other men. You were one of the lads to them, but in moments like that, they realized you weren't a lad.
"We were going to grab a drink at a bar, do you want to come with us?"
"Sure", the guy, Sean, said. And you introduced him to everyone before making your way to the bar.
To say that Rúben wasn't happy would be an understatement. He just kept staring at you and Sean, while you were laughing and dancing. It should be him doing that with you, not a random dude whose last name you didn't even know.
"Another drink? How obvious".
"What are you muttering, grumpy?", asked his brother, who knew more than you and Rúben thought.
"Nothing…but I mean, what's that? The third drink he buys for her? We all know what he's trying to do".
"We are here to avoid that, stop worrying. No one is hurting her while we are around".
"I don't know. Maybe she wants it. Maybe she wants him".
Everyone could hear the bitterness in Rúben's voice.
"When she should want you, right?"
Rúben cleared his throat, not wanting to look at his brother after being so obvious.
"Do you think I don't know about you two?"
That made him look. "How would you…".
"You're not as discreet as you think you are but I get you wanted to keep it a secret so whatever", he shrugged. "What I didn't know was that there was more".
"More?"
"You couldn't be more jealous, Rúben".
"It's just something casual. But she's my friend…".
"No, she's my friend. That's why I'm careful to look her way every once in a while just in case she needs me. You are just looking at him and fantasizing about breaking his nose, probably".
Rúben shook his head and left to go to the bathroom. He just needed to splash some cold water on his face to hopefully get his common sense back. You were just friends with benefits. He didn't get to be jealous.
"Hey, bro".
Of course, it had to be Sean who he found in the bathroom. "Hey! Having a good time?"
"Do you have to ask?", he laughed, and Rúben didn't like that laugh at all. "Your friend is so hot. Is she good in bed too? She has to be, right?"
"How would I know? She's just my friend".
"Right…if my group of friends had a hot chick like her in it, we would all be just friends. Of course".
"What are you insinuating about her?".
Sean didn't realise how much bigger than him Rúben was until they were almost face to face.
"The way you all joke, the way she dresses…and she just invited me to buy her drinks before she even asked my name. Do you want me to believe you haven't all at least tried it once? I know girls like her".
Rúben pushed Sean against the wall, lowering his voice to try to not make a scene. But making sure his voice was menacing enough for Sean to get the message that he could break his nose, like his brother suggested, very easily.
"You don't know her at all. And what you're going to do is go out and excuse yourself and leave. Or you'll regret every word you've said about her…and all the ones you thought but didn't say out loud. Am I clear?"
Sean swallowed and nodded. And Rúben moved back just enough to allow him to leave the bathroom but to also take note of how strong Rúben really was.
He took a couple of deep breaths before going out and when he did, he couldn't believe what he saw. Not only was Sean still there, one of his hands was on your waist and he was whispering things in your ear.
Without saying a word to anyone, he walked towards you two and when Sean saw him, he just smiled.
"You don't want to make a scene here, do you?"
"What are you talking about?", you asked, looking from Sean to Rúben, confused about the whole situation.
"We are leaving", said Rúben, grabbing your hand so you can follow him.
"What? No! Why would I leave? I'm chatting with Sean".
"The guy who calls you a whore the moment you're not around? No, you are coming with me".
"He called her a what?"
All of your friends were now surrounding Sean. But you didn't care about any of them, tired of their overprotective nature towards you. So you let go of Rúben's hand and got out of the bar.
Rúben followed you, worried about your reaction.
"Wait! Stop walking. You're not even going in the right direction!"
"Maybe I'm going in the right direction because I'm going as far away from you as possible!"
"You didn't hear what he said about you. It was disgusting".
"If I want to be with a disgusting guy, it's my problem!"
"Now you're being ridiculous. Should we let you be taken advantage of?"
You finally stopped walking and turned to look at Rúben.
"What do you want from me? You are confusing me so much that my head is fucking spinning! First, you want us to just be fuck buddies and nothing else. Then you act all jealous whenever I talk to a guy but you keep on going out with girls so…how does that work? Do I get to be jealous too? Or it's only you who can?"
Rúben didn't know what to say. Because he was the first one confused by what he felt.
"What is it, Rúben? Because I don't know. And now you do what? Defend my honour? As if you were my boyfriend".
"You didn't hear what he said about you", he repeated, still mad at Sean's words.
"Let me guess. He thinks I'm fucking all of you, right? Like literally every man I meet that finds out I have a group of friends with only men in it", when you saw Rúben's face, you let out a sad laugh. "He was going to be a one-night stand, Rúben. Not my future husband. Who cares what he thinks about me?"
"I do! Hearing him say those things about you…".
"I said it the other day and I'll say it again. Rúben, you aren't my boyfriend. Stop acting like you are".
He swore under his breath when you started to walk again.
"Let's change that, then".
"Change what?"
"Let me be your boyfriend".
This time you stopped walking but feared turning to face him. Those were the words you had been dying to hear since the day you kissed while watching a movie months ago. You expected him to tell you he felt the same way about you. That he had been in love with you for years too. But he just proposed the stupid friends with benefits arrangement. And you said yes because at least you got to have him in some way. But it wasn't enough. You kept pushing him, telling him you weren’t a couple when he acted like your boyfriend. You wanted him to react. And he finally did.
"Don't just say it because you are angry at a dude calling me names, Rúben. You don't get to play with my feelings like that".
"I'm not playing. I thought I was scared of losing you as a friend but…I was just scared of facing my feelings. Of telling you how I felt and seeing you rejecting me".
"How do you feel?"
"I love you. And I know it's not the first time I tell you that but …I don't mean love as a friend. I mean, that too, of course. But I'm also in love with you. And I have been for a while"
He didn't know how to interpret the tears in your eyes. But a hug was always a good option, right?
"I love you too. But I need all of you, Rúben. Not just the little bits I've been getting these past months. It’s all or nothing".
"You have it all. All of it. I'm all yours. And I need you to be mine".
"I already am".
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The type of husband
—Ruben Dias
summary: What would it be like to be in a relationship with Ruben?
warnings: none. cute, soft.
Ruben is the type of husband you met one night while you were drunk and he immediately fell in love.
Ruben is the type of husband who would kiss you on the second date because on the first date he thinks it's too soon and could scare you.
Ruben is the type of husband who would do skincare with you.
Ruben is the type of husband who would drive from one city to another to see you.
Ruben is the type of husband who would give you luxurious things even for no reason.
Ruben is the type of husband who would let you bring any pets into the house as long as you don't feel alone when he's not there.
Ruben is the type of husband who is lazy but then will do whatever you ask.
Ruben is the type of husband who would encourage you to do everything you love.
Ruben is the type of husband who would sleep on your chest like a child with his mother.
Ruben is the type of husband who would joke that you are pregnant when you have dinner with his family (Ivan would help him)
Ruben is the type of husband who buys you shoes and dresses because he thinks you are beautiful in them.
Ruben is the type of husband who would be jealous that you go out so pretty on the street, i mean he loves you but he doesn't like everyone to see you.
Ruben is the type of husband who would choose names for your children even without having them.
Ruben is the type of husband who would throw you into the ocean when you don't want to go in.
Ruben is the type of husband who would fall asleep on movie nights.
Ruben is the type of husband who knows you better than anyone and that makes you have one of the truest relationships in the world.
#football imagines#imagine#football one shot#man city#manchester city#ruben dias x you#ruben dias x y/n#ruben dias x reader#ruben dias
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Almost Isn't Always
Ruben Dias x Fem!Reader
Warnings: break ups, hidden relationships, one side of the story left untold, erling tries to shield him from the heartbreak, made up stats for a CL game, john is on 'ruben watch', alcohol and the consumption of, drunk texts/calls, drunk ruben, unspoken feelings equals heart break, blame is low-key on ruben, real madrid warning for those who don't like them lmao and a bit of reader x jude.
Word Count: 3.7k
Author's Note: per @themandaloriansdiaries request, she asked me to break her heart last night so here you go, I hope I make all of you upset in the best way possible <3
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"Look," Erling turns his phone towards the man next to him, John leans over to see what was on the screen; Y/N L/N - Ex-Girlfriend of Man City Player, Ruben Dias, spotted out with another player.
The headline was garage and yet, John found himself taking the phone from Erling to scroll through the article. There are photos of you from your recent vacation, you're cuddled up with a guy but the photos aren't clear enough to make out who the player was, or if it was even a player.
"It's nonsense," John hands the phone back to Erling. "They just broke up, it's barely been six months. I don't think she's moved on already."
Erling locks his phone when he sees Ruben come into the locker room, his eyes shifting to the two of them and the sudden halt into their conversation doesn't go unnoticed by the defender.
"What's nonsense ?" He asks, dropping his towel on his seat as he looks for his shirt.
Erling shook his head, looking away but John didn't have the heart to lie to Ruben. He knew Ruben wouldn't lie to him if he was in that situation; he was always straightforward with people, it's only fair that John returns the gesture.
He takes the phone from the blonde, unlocking it and handing it over to Ruben. The Portuguese player scrolls through the article, pausing on what John can only assume was the photos of you and the other guy. Erling looks at John, who looks between him and Ruben, waiting for their teammate to say something.
"Is it true?" Ruben asks, finally handing the phone back over to John. His friend shrugs, "I don't think so. Y/n wouldn't do that to you."
"But you're not together anymore," Erling blurts, giving Ruben an apologetic look after his words as John glares at him, a look that says are you serious.
Ruben shrugs it off, pulling his shirt over his head. He picks up his bag, "heading out already?" Erling asks him.
"Yeah, training's got me exhausted." He fibs, grabbing his hoodie and his phone. "I'll see you guys later." He waves to his teammates before stepping out. He can hear John asking Erling why he would even say something like that before he turned, walking away from the locker room.
Ruben was pissed; he shouldn't be but he was.
He knew Erling was right, you weren't together and you didn't owe him anything but still, it hurts if it's true.
His knuckles are white from how tightly he's gripping the steering wheel, he doesn't even register the blistering feeling until he pulls into the driveway. His phone was in the cupholder and he couldn't help himself; picking it up and opening Instagram.
Carefully, he types your user into the search bar. He's met with a photo of you smiling on the couch as your profile picture; a picture he took. Ruben had unfollowed you after the breakup, he felt it would be best for him to detach himself from you and focus on his career rather than the heartbreak he was going through.
Nothing's changed since the last time he was on your page; there's the addition of a photo dump from your trip to Spain with your best friend but he goes through the photos, zooming up like Jack had shown him since before, trying to find a glimpse of this mystery man. The likes and comments were useless, there's nothing of importance in there. Just the usual set of people, your best friends, the girlfriends of the man city players, a few of his teammates - by few, it's just Erling and Jack.
A part of him wants to message you, to see how you are, to find out if there's any substance behind the photos he saw but he stops himself.
He knows he can't, that's just creepy. No need to be the stalker ex- boyfriend.
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They've won their game the day before and they're off for the next 3 days; Jack's birthday just so happened to be the day after the match they just played, and he figured what's better than a party for his teammates to unwind a bit?
Music was blaring through the speakers, food all over the counters, liquor bottles between; there's a game of beer pong being played on their dining room table.
Ruben found his way to the kitchen, pulling a red solo glass from the stack before filling it halfway with some clear liquor - he wasn't exactly able to read the label at the moment. He poured what he assumed was some kind of juice into the cup before walking- wobbling- his way over to the bench in the hallway and having a seat.
He takes a sip of the contents in the glass, between the sour taste of the cranberry juice and burning of the liquor, his head spun for the millionth time that evening.
The phone buzzed in his pocket, he saw someone had replied to the story he posted for Jack's birthday but he got sidetracked by the thought of you. He holds the cup by the rim between his teeth as he searches for your number.
It's right where he left it.
He hits the message button, the chat opening. It's blank; he deleted everything he had of you - something he often regretted.
So he makes it his mission to fill it back up.
From Ruben: hi
From Ruben: y/nnnnnnn
From Ruben: hi y/n :)))))))))))
From Ruben: its jadks birthday where r u
From Ruben: miss yoou
The three little bubbles pop up in the bottom left corner, Ruben stops typing and waits for your message.
To Ruben: I know it's Jack's birthday.
From Ruben: fid u tell him happy birthdays
To Ruben: I did.
To Ruben: are you okay, rubes?
The nickname warms his heart, the sliver of hope he held felt as if it had purpose now.
From Ruben: yes are you coming to jaclk's party
To Ruben: I'm not.
From Ruben: why mot it's his birthday u should be herre
To Ruben: I'm not home, Ruben.
From Ruben: so coem home
To Ruben: I'm not in the country.
Ruben stares at the text, the anger bubbling up in him again. His fingers moving quickly over the keyboard as he types the next message.
From Ruben: so you're wit hyour new man? hwo could u do that to me? to us
The three bubbles appear in the left corner again but then they disappear, instead your face pops up. You're calling him.
Ruben panics for a second, unsure if he should answer but he does. "Hello?" He says, the phone pressed to his ear and a finger pressed over his other so he can hear you.
"Hi Ruben, are you okay?"
"Yes, why?" He spat, you can hear the anger in his voice. "Your messages are all weird, you're spelling words wrong. Are you drunk?"
"So what if I am? You don't control me, y/n."
"I know that," you tell him, rolling your eyes. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay but clearly you are."
Ruben feels bad, he shouldn't have spoken to you like that. "Wait y/n, I'm-" "I have to go, Ruben." You cut him off, "take care of yourself." Was the last thing you said to him before hanging up.
He's sitting in the hallway, slouched against the wall as he sips on the watered down, sour cup of warm liquor and he can't help but feel sorry for himself. How did he end up here? Ruben had everything; an amazing career, a wonderful girlfriend who loved and supported him through everything. He can't seem to figure out where he went wrong.
Someone appears in front of him and he looks up, squinting as he looks at the man. John sighs, taking the cup from his friend and smelling it.
"Mate," he grimaces at the smell alone. "How many of these did you have?"
"I don't know," Ruben admits to him. John, too, was wondering how Ruben ended up in this situation.
He helps his friend up, holding him by the arm as he walks him down the hall to the guest room. John puts him to sit down, moving the trash can from the bathroom to by the bed. Ruben's eyes were fluttering shut, the liquor finally kicking his ass. John pulls Ruben's shoes off, setting them beside the bed.
John pats Ruben's face, he opens his eyes a bit; "why'd you have to text her?" He asks him and Ruben's brows furrow. "Wh- what?"
"Nothing," John shakes his head, "call for me if you need anything," he says, leaving Ruben to sleep it off.
---
Etihad Stadium; the home of Manchester City and the stadium for today's game.
They were playing a Champions League match against Real Madrid. The boys were hyper focused on winning this game, just as they had done with the previous game.
Ruben was distracted, everyone could see that; everyone but Ruben.
In some ways, he knew this wasn't good for him. Obsessing over you when you've clearly moved on with your life, it's not good for him, it's not good for you.
As he made his way down to the locker room, a glimpse of a woman caught his eye in passing; long hair, the same complexion as you - surely you wouldn't be there. Especially not in a Real Madrid jersey; you always told him white wasn't your colour. Plus, the Madrid players were wearing their away jerseys, which were black.
Ruben convinces himself that he's seeing things, quickly making his way down the stairs and through the hallway to get ready.
"Yeah man, she looks good - happy." Jack says, pulling his socks down a bit. Erling nods, "I thought so too."
"Who looks good?" Ruben asks his teammates, starting to get ready for the game. Jack shares a glance with Erling before the taller blonde speaks.
"Jack saw y/n the other morning."
Ruben freezes; his heart feels as if it's going to jump out of his chest. "You saw.. y/n?" He looks at Jack, the man nods. "Yeah, she was at the bakery, getting coffee with- "
"With who?"
"Her sister," Jack answers quickly, not wanting to tell Ruben who he actually saw you with.
"Does she still overflow her cup with whipped cream?" Ruben smiles to himself at the memory of you.
Jack hums, dropping the topic. The last thing they needed was Ruben falling into a spiral right now.
It was too late, all of the things were adding up in his head, Ruben connected the dots one by one as he got dressed; you had gone to Spain on vacation and then you got spotted with a footballer. You aren't in the country for Jack's birthday and now he thinks he's seen a woman in a Real Madrid jersey, here, today, when they play Real Madrid, who looks like your carbon copy.
"Are you listening?" John nudged his leg when Pep walked in, the man started briefing them before the match. Ruben pushes the thoughts away, trying to focus on what Pep was saying.
It's a short walk to the tunnel, the boys head out into the pitch and Ruben finds himself looking at the away section, wondering if he'd spot you up there.
The match was brutal; Madrid kept them on their toes, as was expected, the entire match. A goal from Kevin at 42' put them up 1-0 over their opponents going into the half. Coming back at 56' was a goal from Jude which equaled the match. Finally, in the 87th minute, Ruben scores and they manage to run out the clock without going into overtime.
Nothing beats this feeling; a win at home was one of the best feelings you could have as a player. They were riding a high so to speak as they walked off the pitch. Most of the guys headed up to see their families that had come to the game and Ruben was going up to say hello to John's kids who had come to see their dad play.
He ended up hanging out John and the kids for a bit, holding the little man on his lap as they chatted.
Across the room he can see Jack with Sasha and the woman he spotted earlier. He's seeing her from the back, her hair covering the name on her back but he could make out the number; 5.
5 belonged to one player, their newest addition; Jude Bellingham.
Ruben felt sick when the woman turned; the smile on her face was one he had grown to love and still does, the same smile he used to wake up to, the same one he dreams about every night.
Your head tipped back, nose scrunched up as you laughed at what Jack said. You smiled at them, turning when you see John's daughter shouting for auntie y/n.
John tried to stop her but it was too late, she came running towards you and you excused yourself from the couple, bending down to hug the little girl. You held her hand as she walked you over to her dad so you could see her little brother.
"He's adorable." You smile at John, your hand on his shoulder as you admire the baby that Ruben held. You avoided your ex boyfriend's gaze, speaking to John and his little girl.
John glances at the baby, "do you want to hold him?"
"Could I?" You smiled, sitting next to John.
The man glances at his friend, John gets up to take the boy from him but Ruben stands, carefully making his way over to you and handing the boy over to you, arms tangled together as he slowly moves his hands away when you hold the baby. "Awh," you cooed, fixing his little Man City jersey. "Don't tell me it says Stones on the back," you glanced at John.
The words come out without him even thinking; "not like it would say Dias," John laughs. You can't help but look in the direction of Ruben, the man was already walking away and over to Erling who was a few feet away.
By the time Ruben looks back over at you, you were cuddled up on the couch with John's children, something that was a norm when you two dated as you would often babysit them. John took a photo of the three of you, you and his daughter giggling over something the baby did.
Ruben was so focused on you that he hadn't noticed the man that's walking towards Erling. "Mate!" He called, his hand stretched out towards his friend. Erling grins, pulling Jude into a hug. "Missed you man! How are you?"
"Good good, I mean, we lost but you know.. how are you?"
"Been good, can't complain." Erling tells him and Jude glances at Ruben. "Hey," he nods at the other man, Ruben looks over at him, nodding back.
Ruben's eyes follow Jude's steps over to you, the man standing behind the couch before he leans down to kiss your head. You lean back, smiling at him before he reaches over and rubs the baby's hand, the man walking around to say hello to John; he always forgets they know each other. John looks over in the direction of his friend, you can't help but look as well.
He was already walking away; the same nauseous feeling that you got when you left him resurfaced and all you wanted to do was leave, leave as fast as you could.
You stand up, carefully passing the baby back to John, giving him a quick hug before saying goodbye to his daughter. You and Jude were off for the evening, you stopped for him to say hello to a few of his teammates from the national team; all of them asking when you're coming back for a visit and you promised them soon before you two finally managed to leave.
---
The smell of baked goods and coffee welcomed you, the door of the bakery shut behind you. It was fairly empty, a few people scattered through the place as you stood in line, waiting to order.
After you order, you move to the side to wait. Your phone buzzes, it's your boyfriend.
From Jude: will you get the chocolate cookie I like?
To Jude: ordered 4 of them, that's enough?
From Jude: don't tell coach if I eat all three.
You smile, slipping your phone back into your pocket before the bell on the door chimes. You glance over your shoulder to see the one person you had been trying to avoid since you came home.
Ruben's eyes meet yours and you look away. The two of you end up standing beside each other after he orders, the awkward tension building by the second and you can't take it anymore.
Your eyes are fixed on the floor, waiting until the woman calls your number and passes the bag over to you. You can't get out of there fast enough but you stopped just outside the door to fix your coat.
Before you can walk off, someone calls for you; the same someone you tried so hard to forget.
Ruben stood across from you when you turned around, the two of you looking at each other. You sigh, unsure why you even stopped but you didn't have the heart to walk away from him.
You did it once and it almost killed you. You can't do it again, not so soon at least.
"Why didn't you tell me you were home?" He asks. Him referring to Manchester as your home angered you. It was your home but he had no right to say it like that, like he was your home.
You bite back the urge to roll your eyes, "I didn't know I needed to update you on my whereabouts."
"You don't," he says, "but we're friends, aren't we, y/n?"
You scoff, shrugging. "I don't know, Ruben."
The silence falls over the two of you again. It was late, the streets were fairly empty except for the occasional car passing by. Ruben stood that, as if he was thinking what to say next.
Just as you go to turn, he speaks; "Why Jude?"
"Excuse me?"
"Why'd you choose him?"
You cannot believe the audacity of this man. After everything, he still felt like he could question your choices. You sighed, rolling your eyes this time. "I don't need to explain my choices to you, Ruben."
He repeats himself, "you don't, but I'm curious."
"If you're so curious," you start, shoving your hands into your pockets, the handle of the bag loops around your wrist. "Jude's good to me. He makes time for me, he loves me, Ruben. He never makes me feel like I'm a burden to him."
"You say that as if I made you feel like you were a burden, y/n."
"You did, Rubes." You tell him, the nickname that once held love now tied the harsh sentence up with a bow. "I understand that you had just moved to the team and you wanted to focus on that and your career but you neglected me. When I did ask you for some time, which was very rare because I knew you were busy, you made it feel like spending time with your girlfriend, with me, was a chore; a burden."
Ruben stood there, unsure what to say as he listened to you tear into him.
"It wasn't fair for me to stay somewhere where I knew I wasn't going to be valued the way I should. I'm not saying you didn't love me, Ruben, but you and I both know there were a lot of things wrong with our relationship. You never loved me the way I loved you."
You looked at the man, you could see the sadness across his expression and as much as it broke your heart to see him like that, he deserved to know how you felt.
"Jude never does that to me, Ruben. He treats me with respect and he loves me, I know he does. It's obvious, I don't have to read between the lines like I did with you."
It felt like a weight was off your shoulders now that you finally told him how you felt. For a long time after your break up, you held a resentment towards him and you finally let go.
It felt good to be free of that, of him.
"I didn't-" he starts but you stop him, "I have to go." You move your hands from your pocket to hold the bag properly, "the pastries are getting cold."
"Okay," was all he said before you turned and walked the other way.
When you arrived back at the hotel, Jude was in the shower. The bathroom door left slightly ajar, you could hear his humming over the running shower and you smiled to yourself.
You hang your coat over the back of the chair, next plugging your phone to charge before unpacking the boxes from the bag.
"I didn't hear you come in," Jude says, stepping out of the bathroom. Your boyfriend presses a kiss to your cheek, reaching around you to snag a chocolate cookie from the box.
You smile, "you were in the shower, I figured you would be done soon and I was right." The man nods, sitting on the couch with the towel around his waist, eating his cookie. You pick out a donut, taking a bite before closing the box. You were about to join Jude on the couch when your phone buzzed.
Reaching over, you pick it up to see who it was.
From Ruben: I'm sorry, y/n.
From Ruben: I really am.
"Who is it babe?" Jude leaned back on the couch, looking at you. You set the phone down, walking over to him. "Jack. He said Sasha wanted to have lunch before we head home."
"It'd be nice," Jude smiles at you, his arm around your shoulders when you sit next to him. "Tell him yeah then."
"I will," you nod, "later."
---
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