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errythinisblue · 2 years

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Please can I request a rúben dias blurb?? Reader has a tough day and comes home upset, Ruben looks after her🥲

Aw this is so sweet! I’m literally in the mood to write something like that! Thank you 🤍

Other situations.

Rúben Dias x Y/N

Summary: Rúben knows what to do to take care of you, when you have a bad day at work.

Warnings: none really, just some sexual innuendos.

gif credits to @rubenfinity

You were sure you’d find him in there, in the gym, his natural habitat.

As soon as you opened the door, careful not to make a sound, your eyes landed on his body: he was busy doing pull ups; his upper body was covered by a green tank and he had some black shorts on, his arms were glistening with sweat and on his face you could read the usual look of determination that always painted his features.

When he noticed you, his eyes quickly moved from his reflection in the mirror to yours. He could see the pout on your face from a mile, as it was so pronounced that it was hard to miss.

Rúben made quick work of finishing the set, and only when he was done he let his feet touch the ground. But before he could even turn around, your arms were wrapped around his waist: you leaned your cheek on his broad back, closing your eyes at the contact and relaxing into him.

“Bad day?” Rúben asked, as if he could read your mind.

“The worst day ever…” you grumbled, frowning behind his back and hugging him tighter.

“Babe I’m covered in sweat,” Rúben chuckled at your clingyness, his long fingers caressed your soft skin gently while he thought about what could have happened for you to be in such a mood, “why don’t we go and take a shower? You can talk to me about your awful day once we’re all cleaned up and in our pjs…”

“You know I don’t care about it…” your voice came out as a whine, “I actually love it when you’re all sweaty…”

“I know you do,” he giggled amused and entranced by how endearing you were, “just, maybe in other “situations”… not when I’ve been training for the past two hours!”

“I’d like for you to explain those “other situations” better…” you mused, watching as your boyfriend turned around in your embrace, standing face to face with you now.

“Maybe I will…” his voice was low in your ear, causing a shiver to roll up your spine from the anticipation, “Come with me now, let me take care of you.”

And you did. You followed him into your bedroom, and into the ensuite bathroom. You let Rúben take care of you; he guided you into the shower, the warm water was cascading on the both of you making him look good enough to eat; you sighed contentedly while his hands, so big yet so delicate, massaged every single inch of your skin: starting from your scalp, working on the knots in your shoulders then down your spine; you felt like you were in heaven, his loving touch was really working wonders on your mood, and you could sense that this was Rúben’s intention all along: to make you feel better, more relaxed and above all happier.

“Are you feeling any better?” Rúben asked you while he towel-dried your hair, paying attention not to cause you any discomfort.

“Mh hm…” was your only response, as you couldn’t really bring yourself to speak while you were enjoying being pampered by your man.

“Do you want me to blow dry them too?” he proposed, standing behind you while you stood in front of the bathroom’s mirror.

“Please…”

The way you leaned your head back, letting it rest into his palms even more, was enough of an answer for Rúben. He applied each and every product he saw you use on your hair, and you were happily surprised when you saw he not only paid attention to what you put on it, but he even remembered the right order of application!

“How could you possibly remember??” you asked, dumbfounded.

“What??”

“The things I do to my hair…”

“Oh… it’s just a little thing, like you know…” he stopped mid sentence, thinking about every little detail he knew about you, “Like the fact that you love a warm cup of coffee in the morning, without sugar when you’ve got a headache, or the way you subconsciously pout when something went wrong at work, even if you don’t want to let the others worry…”

You listened to him, entranced by all the small things he noticed about you.

“I love you.” you blurted out while Rúben was going on with his rambling.

“I love you too…” he smiled softly, while he finished blow drying your hair, “Should we order some pizza for dinner?”

“But you can’t eat pizza babe…” you pouted at him through the mirror.

“I’m gonna make an exception for tonight,” he winked, “my girl needs pizza, since pizza is her favourite food…” he added before he pressed a kiss on the top of your head, “So pizza is it!”

“I love you so so much Rúben…” you gently smiled at him, turning around and going on your tiptoes to peck his lips, “thank you for taking care of me…”

“I love you too,” he said, bumping his nose against yours, “and I love taking care of you even more… now come on, let’s go and order that pizza.”

“Please, I’m starving!”

“I know amor, I know…”

“Do you reckon you could explain those “other situations” to me once we had our dinner?” you mused, spurred by his portuguese words, your greatest weakness.

“I suppose so…” he whispered while he tucked your hair behind your ear, “But I will explain them to you once we’ll be done with your skincare okay?”

“I think we can skip my skincare for tonight…” you looked at him with your best doe eyes, biting the corner of your lower lip, “We could probably skip dinner too as far as I’m concerned…”

“Don’t tempt me… we have to eat.”

“We could order dinner once we… you know…” you proposed while your hands slipped under his white t-shirt.

“Well those “other situations” are pretty urgent indeed…” he countered, “I think the sooner I show them to you, the better it is…”

“I couldn’t agree more…” you whispered against his lips, before he took you in his arms and closed the bedroom door.

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oh-saints · 1 month

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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.” ＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

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.

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

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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anaitm0 · 4 months

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somno with ruben 🤭 like js imagine him coming home late and finding u asleep

while you were asleep

summary: ruben finds you asleep on the couch after his training

pairing: ruben dias x reader

your phone buzzed and lit up the darkness of room as you slowly regained consciousness, you fumbled to grab it. it was a text from ruben, "i'll be home in about 45 minutes, training was so long today, wait for me?" you smiled to yourself replying with a single heart emoji, telling him that you'll be waiting.

you laid on the couch, feeling exhausted and wanting to stay awake as you waited for your boyfriend to return.

you grabbed the remote to turn on the TV, hoping the noise and light would keep you awake. but it seemed like your plan didn't work and you slowly start to drift off into a deep sleep.

that's when you feel exhausted and your eyes start to droop. the fatigue and tiredness were too much to fight anymore and you felt yourself slowly drift off to sleep. before you knew it, you were lost in a deep slumber on the couch.

you were still fast asleep when ruben entered the house, still wearing his training clothes from earlier. “baby?” he called looking around the living room as he rested his bag in the ground.

he walked over to the couch, noticing you wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, sleeping deeply with the tv shining a light onto your face.

ruben leaned down to kiss your forehead, his lips grazing your skin as his breath tickles your face.

just then, your eyes slowly fluttered open, the dim light of the living room washing over your eyes.

"what happened?" you asked, looking up at him, feeling both confused and a bit embarrassed by the whole situation.

"you must’ve fell asleep” he said, chuckling.

he smiled and caressed your face, gently brushing your hair out of your eyes as he continues to admire you. "sorry if I disturbed you" he whispered. "wanted to see your face."

he stared at you for a moment, a tender look in his eyes. "you look so beautiful right now" he whispered.

ruben brung his face close to yours, his breath tickling your skin as he got closer. he looked into your eyes for a moment, taking in all your presence before he leaned down to kiss you softly.

his lips met yours and you could feel your body tremble slightly. he pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck.

you giggled as you feel the tickling sensation against your skin. your laughter continued as you felt him slowly moving his body over yours, his weight pressing you gently into the couch.

"i missed you like crazy today” he says gently, his voice husky and full of desire.

he lightly trailed his fingers along your cheek as you felt your face heat up despite the warm embrace of ruben's presence.

“i missed you too” you replied smiling.

you sat up and stretched your legs over ruben's lap. you were still tired from your slumber but you were glad he was back.

#anaitm0 #ruben dias #man city #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias blurb #ruben dias x reader #footballer x reader #requests open

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melanieph321 · 24 days

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SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 6)

Ruben Dias x Reader - Shame on You Part 2/2

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

+18

Part 1

Request - Hi, can you do one where the reader has a ta and ruben makes an unintentional comment about her body and she gets neurotic and stops eating and he notices?

Enjoy!

It began with a reduction of sugar in your current diet, meaning that you weren't adding anything to your coffee in the morning nor sprinkling it over your daily bowl of freshly picked berries. However, your diet quickly evolved when you became a vegan, cutting off animal products altogether.

In Ruben's eyes, you were making healthy lifestyle choices, and you lived for the praise he gave you in the form of love and affection. You see, Ruben enjoyed morning sex before heading out for the day. It was very exciting at first, taking your relationship to a whole nother level intimately. However, at one point, it also became very exhausting for you. With your new diet, you simply didn't have the energy for sex, at least not every day like Ruben. One morning, he seemed to notice your lack of performance, leaving you very embarrassed when he asked you about it.

"Are you sure you're good?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

Ruben had been laying on top of you, but rolled to his side as if to give you space.

"Y/N. I don't know how to put it to you but it seems to me like you weren't enjoying yourself."

"Well maybe we can try another position?" Your voice sounded less confident than you wanted it to be.

"Y/N." Ruben smiled, reaching out to stroke the bottom of your lip with his thumb. "I don't think another position is gonna help if you're not feeling comfortable to begin with."

"Or maybe you just don't want me anymore?"

"What, no. Y/N, that's not what I...."

You got out of bed, desperately looking for something to cover yourself with. Ruben's shirt lay on the floor, you bent down to pick it up but was startled by Ruben who appeared before you in the nude, searching your face as if you had just been wacked in the face by a golf club.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

Your eyes darted at your feet. "Nothing I...."

"Y/N." He grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Please, you can tell me. You have to tell me."

You shook your head and batted away the tears. "I..."

"Yes?"

"I don't know, okay."

You looked up. Ruben didn't appear the slightest convinced.

"You don't want to tell me?"

"It's not that, I just can't."

"Why?" Ruben sat down, dragging you to the edge of the bed for you to stand in between his legs. His hands went to stroke the length of your body, growing goosebumps on your naked skin.

"Ruben I'm..."

"Yes?"

He was taller than you, even when he was sitting down, your faces were at level. The way his was looking at you, at your body. Ruben was looking at you as if it didn't matter.

"Y/N, please tell me what's wrong?"

You sighed, stepping forwards, your head tilting forwards until it knocked against Ruben's. "I want cake."

"What?"

"And cookies. Ice cream too."

Ruben chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he did. "Okay. Is it that time of the month or...?"

You pulled back, eyebrows furrowed.

"No?"

You shook your head. "No. I'm just..."

"Just...?"

You sighed. "I'm just fat, okay. Fat and hungry. So fucking hungry. And I don't want a salad, I want real food. Meat, and possibly a sponge cake for dessert.

Ruben looked puzzled.

"I know how you feel about me having dessert, but perhaps that's your problem not mine."

Ruben sat quiet, your rant having come to an end. He was still looking at you in the same way he had done minutes ago. With admiration and lust. Perhaps it wasn't the best to give it to him straight with your nipples in his face. However, Ruben had solemnly kept his eyes on you and only you, ignoring your titts.

"So you want dessert?" He said.

You bit your lip and nodded. "A cake."

"Anything else?"

"Yes. I want a steak from breakfast."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. With baked potatoes, just the way your mom made them the last time she came to visit."

There was a dip in Ruben's left cheek. His arms pulled you close, pressing your body against his, his face now buried between your breast. "Is that all?"

"Yes." You nodded. "What are you having for breakfast?"

He smiled, but tilted down to kiss the center of your stomach, tracing them downwards until your back bent over his forearms.

"Ruben." You giggled. "I'm serious. What are you having for breakfast, I'll make you anything."

"Anything?" He looked up, eyes drunk and dazed.

"Yes. What do you want?" You were slightly afraid to hear his answer.

"If I can have anything, then I want you for breakfast."

"What?"

He said this and returned to serande your belly with kisses, awakening every nerve in your body.

"Ruben, you can't..."

Oh but he could. With one swift movement he had you on the bed again, your legs spread before him. He bent down to kiss your inner thigh with the most gentle of touches. It was short lived however, with Ruben tracing his kisses towards your center. Your fingertips traced the rough tips of his hair, and when he licked you your back arched with the pleasure that shot threw your spine.

"Fuck." You sighed.

"You taste wonderful." He murmured.

You smiled. "Better than cake?"

"Better than any dessert. You taste so sweet, sweeter than sugar."

"Hmm, Ruben Dias treating himself to something sweet, I see."

He raised his head, a dent between his brows. "Yes, and?"

You chuckled. "Well, shame on you."

Part 1

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #seven days of requests

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youandiwerealive · 6 hours

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Babes, how do you feel about having a part 2 to dad!Rúben next?

#since it was requested and I need to get my mind off smuts for a little #dad!ruben #ruben dias #writer thoughts

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trcpicoz · 25 days

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i was so nervous writing that kink alphabet that’s why i took so long to post it but if y’all like it i’ll do the other requests in my inbox😭

#i’ll combine some of the requests tho bc i don’t want to spam #ruben dias x reader #random luna post🧉

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 7 months

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Kinda want to write a dad Ruben fic but I can't write until late next week so maybe send some scenarios instead 🫣

#ruben dias #still writing that Ruben smut someone requested #ruben dias x reader #if you're hot like that #Ruben scenarios

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errythinisblue · 2 years

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Hi. Could you do a Ruben one in which you spoils him on his birthday?

Hi love!🤍 Rúben’s birthday has passed, and I know I’m late but here’s your request! Hope you’ll like it!🤍

A day of celebrations.

Rúben Dias x Y/N

Summary: It’s Rúben’s birthday and you do everything you can to spoil him!

Warnings: This is sooo long and it gets quite steamy at the end (SMUT).

gif credits to @ruben-dias

It was almost two in the morning, when you peeked at your now 25 years old boyfriend peacefully sleeping next to you. His birthday had finally arrived and you waited for midnight to come before going to bed, so you could wish him happy birthday and give him his happy birthday kiss; that kiss turned into two kisses, then three… and you quickly ended up making love, your bodies tangled in the sheets as you gave your all to each other.

As you kept the soft fabric close to your chest, your eyes were still glued to him, as they’ve been for the whole time that night; you watched him as he laid there on his back: while you covered yourself up to your breasts, the sheets covered his naked body up to his lower stomach; one of his hands rested on his flat, toned abs right under his belly button, and the other on the pillow next to his face. His long eyelashes were grazing his cheekbones, his tanned skin still glistening with sweat after your late night rendezvous, and even if you couldn’t risk waking him up, his parted lips looked so irresistible that you couldn’t help but place a soft, lingering kiss on them.

You made quick work of getting out of bed, trying not to make a noise or to move around too much as you did so; you were a woman on a mission, and you had a plan to put into motion, but that didn’t include Rúben, or better it did include him, just not right now as you wanted to surprise him in the morning.

You grabbed his shirt from the armchair, the same shirt he wore that night before you fell into bed together, the same shirt that still smelled so much like him as you inhaled his scent before you put it on, while you walked to the kitchen.

“Okay… cake first, balloons later.” you whispered as you were trying to organise your thoughts, while you tied your hair up as you stood in front of the fridge.

You silently moved around the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients you’d need to prepare that low sugar, low fat, dark chocolate cake Rúben so badly wanted to try; he had asked for that cake countless times, and you thought there would be no better occasion than his birthday to bake it for him. You were sceptical about that cake, you weren’t going to lie about that, but there was no way Rúben would have eaten a classic chocolate cake, as he needed to follow a strict diet.

You breathed a laugh as you managed to mix the ingredients without making a sound; you dipped a finger into the mixture to taste it, as you were still asking yourself whether it was a good idea to bake this instead of a good ol’ traditional chocolate cake.

“Oh my God…” you almost moaned at the incredible taste it had, “How is this so good??” you asked yourself under your breath, as you really couldn’t believe how a healthy cake could taste this good without an ounce of fat or sugar!

“Well in the oven you go then…” you whispered as you dipped your finger in the chocolatey mixture yet another time after you poured it in its mold, and then proceeded to put it in the oven.

“On with the balloons now!” you snapped your fingers and immediately lifted your hands to cover your mouth, as you didn’t think your gesture would cause such a loud noise.

On your way to the laundry room, the room you hid the balloons in, you sneaked a peek into your bedroom. Rúben was still asleep of course, but he was resting on his tummy now, and the sight of the muscles on his back and his perky bum had you biting your lower lip instinctively.

You gently closed the door at your back, leaving every temptation inside your bedroom with him, and finally walked to your destination after you exhaled the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You still had a lot of things to prepare, you could drool over his godly body once you were done with them.

Luckily for you, you managed not to distract yourself anymore, and in a little over an hour everything was pretty much ready: white and light blue helium balloons decorated the ceiling of the living room, their silver strings hung in the air, shining under the lights; Rúben’s presents were on the table, waiting to be opened as soon as he got up.

All it was left for you to do, was to wait a little bit to see if the icing you put on the cake was setting as it was supposed to, and you waited as you laid on the sofa while you scrolled on your phone… and scrolled… and scrolled…

Rúben groaned as the sunlight hit his closed eyes. He was still laying on his stomach as he reached out with his arm towards your side of the bed, a frown forming on his face as soon as his hand touched nothing but cold sheets. He propped up on his elbows, yawning as he rubbed his sleepy eyes with the heel of his hands.

“Amor?” he called with his hoarse voice, as he blinked a couple times while he looked around the room, searching for you. When he saw you weren’t there, he pushed himself out of bed and put his underwear on before he went looking for you.

“Amor-” the words caught in his throat as soon as he stepped foot in the living room: the room was fully decorated in white, blue and silver; wherever he looked there were balloons, lots of balloons, and on the table he could see his presents, tied to a 25 giant silver balloon. His heart was beating incredibly fast as he knew all of this was your doing, and when he took two more steps into the room it suddenly skipped a beat at the sight of you asleep on the sofa.

He kneeled on the floor in front of you, leaning his elbows on the soft cushions as his fingers moved the hair that had fallen over your eyes out of the way; your eyes fluttered open at the gentle touch of his hand, and you stretched as your body felt incredibly stiff.

“Hello sleepyhead…” he smiled as he looked at you waking up.

“Hi…” you rasped as your eyes landed on Rúben’s soft features, “Oh my God did I fall asleep on the sofa?…”

“You did,” he breathed, stroking your cheek with his index finger, “I woke up all alone in our big bed, and you weren’t there… I didn’t know where you were…”

“Surprise?” you awkwardly smiled as you raised your hands in the air.

“You didn’t have to go through all of this for me, my love…” he chuckled as he picked up on the fact that sleeping on the sofa wasn’t planned, and that you must have fallen asleep while you prepared his surprise, “But thank you, I love you…”

“I love you too, birthday boy,” you told him as you sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kneeled between your parted thighs, “Feliz aniversário meu grande amor…” you whispered just before your lips landed on his.

“Obrigado princesa…” his eyes shone as they did every time he’d heard you speak portuguese.

“I have another- shit!” you gasped as you shot up from the sofa and sprinted to the fridge.

Since you fell asleep, you didn’t have the chance to see if the icing on the cake was still decent, and as you opened the fridge you silently prayed for it to be okay. Luckily it was, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Everything okay??” Rúben asked as he came to stand behind you, scaring you to death and making you close the fridge in a haste.

“Rúben what the fuck you scared me!” you whined as you stomped your feet to the floor.

“Hey I’m sorry, I just wanted to know what happened.” he chuckled as he raised his hands in the air, in a way of telling you he didn’t mean no harm.

“Just, don’t do it anymore please…” you sighed, “However, as I was saying I have another surprise. Do you want to see that or do you want to open your presents first?”

“Hm…” he thought about it as he came to stand in front of you, “it depends, are you one of the presents?”

“Really cheesy Rúben… but no, I’m not.” you smirked, “Not yet at least…”

“Tease…” he whispered against your lips before he kissed them.

“You’re a tease not me.” you tutted, “So what do you wanna do first?”

“Presents.” he stated as his smile was so wide it made you grin at him.

“Come on then…” you guided him by the hand towards the table, where his presents were.

“Where should I start?” he asked you as he looked at the three boxes in front of him.

“Here, open this first!” you took the biggest box and gave it to him.

“Okay, what’s in there??” he murmured as he lightly shook the box in his hand, “Only one way to find out!”

You watched as he opened the box, hoping he would like the first of your three presents.

“Wow, baby this is - wow! They’re so beautiful!” he gasped as soon as he saw the minimal Saint Laurent silver necklace and bracelet you got him.

“Do you like them??” you asked as you wanted to be sure you chose the right thing for him.

“Babe I’m speechless! I like them so much!” he said as he touched the jewels gently, with the tip of his fingers.

“This one now!” you bit your lip as you pushed the second box in his hands.

“Oh that’s heavier than the first one!” he exclaimed, untying the ribbon and opening the box next, “What’s in - Oh. My. God. Are you crazy???” he shouted as soon as he saw the Daniel Wellington Iconic Link Automatic you gifted him.

“Happy birthday Rúben,” you murmured as you pulled him down to kiss his shocked face, “you deserve all of this and more…”

“But babe this must have cost you a fortune!” he murmured against your lips.

“I don’t care,” you said as you shrugged your shoulders, “I knew how badly you wanted that watch, you talked about it for ages!” you laughed as you bumped your nose to his.

“That’s not true!!!” he whined, immediately gazing back at the watch that was still in his hands, “But it’s so beautiful oh my God, look at it!!!” he spoke in his high pitched voice.

“I know Rúben, I know!” you laughed, “I was the one who bought it, I know it’s beautiful, just like you are…”

“Thank you meu amor, you made me so happy!” his eyes were sparkling with happiness as he looked down at you.

“I’m glad I did, but you have still another present to open… aaand another surprise…”

“Oh right! Where is it??” he asked as he rubbed his hands together, “Give it to me!”

“Here, open it!”

“You look impatient, what’s in there??” he asked as he grinned.

“Why don’t you find out?”

He opened the third box and found a little red card in it, the name of his favourite restaurant in town clearly visible on it.

“I made reservations for tonight, just the two of us and a candle lit dinner…” you mused as you leaned your hands on his abs, “How does that sound? Is that okay with you, my lovely birthday boy?”

“You really went all out, didn’t you?” he breathed, leaving the box on the table once again before he put his hands on your hips.

“Only the best for you…”

“I can’t wait for tonight to come now…” he bit his lower lip as he stroked your hips from over his shirt.

“Do you wanna see your other surprise?” you asked him as you opened the fridge, “Or maybe taste it?” you grinned as you turned around with the birthday cake you made in your hands.

“You made this?? For me??” he said as his words were muffled by his hands covering his mouth.

“Of course I baked it for you,” you giggled as you stared at your boyfriend looking like a sweet puppy, “you asked so much for it, I had to!”

“Wait is it that low carb, low fat chocolate cake I told you about??” he asked, clearly surprised that you remembered.

“It is,” you nodded, “I told you, only the best for my baby!”

“God I love you so much!” he took your face in his hands, leaning his forehead against your own before he kissed you with all the love he had.

“Are you ready?” Rúben asked you as he walked to stand behind you, his hands running up and down your arms as you looked at your reflection in the mirror.

“I am, and you?” you turned around as he looked at your body, your curves highlighted by the tight black dress you were wearing.

“What do you say?” he laughed as he opened his arms, showing you the outfit he chose for the night: he was looking handsome, dressed in a beige linen shirt that enhanced his tan, skinny, black jeans and white shoes; his look was completed with a black leather jacket and the jewels and watch you gifted him.

“I say that you’re gorgeous,” you murmured as you smoothed the fabric of his shirt on his chest, “drop dead gorgeous…”

“So are you meu amor,” he breathed against the skin of your neck, his hands gently resting over your bum as he pressed his lips right on your pulse, “you look incredible… I’m so fucking lucky.”

“Rúben, I think we should go…” you murmured as you closed your eyes.

“I like it when you say my name like that…” his warm breath against your neck made you shiver.

“Babe… We should really get going…”

“Just a small kiss and we’ll go.” he bargained as he pointed to his lips with his forefinger.

“Okay, as you wish Gato…” you giggled at his antics and kissed his soft, warm lips. The lovely kiss you gave him was turned into something more passionate by your boyfriend, who took the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth as he kept you close with his hands on both sides of your face.

“Now we can go…” he smirked as he took in your entranced state.

“I hate you right now.” you mumbled with your eyes still closed after the bruising kiss he gave you.

“We both know you don’t…” he chuckled as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

It was like this all night long, lingering touches, endless teasing and intense stares were shared between the two of you from the moment you left your house.

You were looking ravishing, and Rúben found it really hard to resist you: he sat restlessly at the table you shared for dinner while your fingers danced across the tensed muscles on his inner forearm, occasionally playing with the silver bracelet around his wrist or drawing circles on the open palm of his hand.

Rúben was looking good enough to eat, and your thoughts quickly spiraled towards the things you wanted to do to him. Or those that you wanted him to do to you. The way he licked his lips once he finished his food made you stare at his mouth for a little too long, and he must have noticed because his eyes darkened incredibly fast.

The tension between the two of you was growing by the minute, you could already feel it in your lower stomach just like he could. Needless to say you were all over each other as soon as you got in his car.

The drive home was pure torture for the both of you. Rúben couldn’t help himself as from time to time he’d turn his head to look at you and your exposed thighs while he drove, he snaked his hand around one of them and he felt your muscle contract under his firm touch. Meanwhile, your stare was solely on him; the only movement your eyes made was when they traveled up from his parted thighs, to his lap, then to his leather clad torso, and finally to his face.

As soon as his hand landed on your thigh, it sent a jolt of electricity up your spine that made your legs tremble under his touch. His fingers were drawing invisible patterns on your inner thigh, and you could see his bracelet shining under the street lights. The brush of the cold metal against your thigh made goosebumps appear on your skin, and Rúben snickered as he noticed that.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive yet…”

“I didn’t either,” you said as you placed your hand on top of his, “must be my boyfriend’s fault, he’s being such a tease tonight…”

“I’m not being a tease.” he stated, “I’m just enjoying what’s mine.” he growled as his hold on your leg slightly tightened, while his other hand clutched on the steering wheel.

“Am I yours?” you asked him, trying to elicit some kind of reaction.

“You’ll see it soon…” he assured, as the car came to a halt right in front of your house, “…very soon.” he murmured as he got out of the car and stepped around it to open your car door for you.

“Why thank you baby…”

“It’s the least I can do, after you spoiled me for my birthday.” he told you, looking you straight in the eyes.

“And I’m still not done with you…” you whispered as you ran your forefinger over the thin chain around his neck.

You definitely weren’t done with him, because as soon as you got inside you pulled him to you by his necklace, looping your finger in it and dragging him closer until his lips molded on yours.

“Why do I have the impression that you like my presents more than I like them?” he rasped against your lips, biting softly on your lip as he felt you pull on the silver chain again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Oh really? I thought I felt you shiver when my bracelet grazed your thigh…” he teased once again.

“I think you’re wrong.” you told him, sneaking your hands under his shirt and down to the button of his jeans.

“Can I at least take off my shoes before you pounce on me?” he smirked as he glanced down at you, his eyes darkening as soon as he felt you unbuttoning his jeans while you lowered yourself on your knees.

“No can do.” you tutted shaking your head no, “I can’t wait anymore to taste you Rúben…”

“Fuck babe...” he groaned as he watched you take his dick out of his black Calvins, the endless teasing threatening to backfire as he felt himself already twitching in your hand.

“Tell me how badly you want this,” you grazed his sensitive skin with your lips as you spoke, “tell me and I’ll be yours… you’ll do whatever you want to me…”

“Don’t be a tease now.” his abs clenched at the sight of him on your knees for him, “You know I love to see you with my dick down your throat, what are you waiting for?”

“I just wanted to hear you say it again…” you pressed a wet kiss on his tip before you took him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head up and down his shaft before you felt him hit the back of your throat.

“Shit princesa… fuck you’re so good at this…” he whimpered, Portuguese words already slipping out of his mouth as his mind was going blank because of the pleasure you were giving him.

His fingers stroked your cheek, collecting a stray tear that had fallen from your eye while you looked up at him. His high was close, the tingling feeling rising at the base of his spine told him he couldn’t hold it in for much longer.

“Get up.” he instructed as he helped you on your feet, spinning you around in a haste and pushing you against the closed front door, “I wanna cum inside of you…”

You couldn’t help but moan at his words, those same words that made you instantly wetter than you already were; and Rúben noticed that as soon as he bunched your dress over your hips and moved your thong to the side.

“You’re so wet amor,” he whined as he ran his dick through your folds, “fuck, so fucking wet for me…” his voice faltered as he pushed inside of you, bottoming out at the first push of his hips.

“Oh my God Rúben,” you moaned out loud, biting on the skin of your hand to suppress your screams, “you feel so good, so deep, fuck!”

He whined as your words sank in his brain, and pushed his hips further into you, making you gasp as he was hitting your g-spot perfectly with every motion.

“Tell me you’re close,” he growled biting on the exposed skin of your neck, “I’m so fucking close tell me you’re close too.” he encouraged you as he snaked his arm around your waist to circle your clit with his fingers.

“Ohh fuck! Fuck Rúben don’t stop!” you whined as your legs began to shake under his powerful thrusts.

“I’m not planning to.” he moaned in your ear, “But I want you to cum with me, can you do that for me?”

“Yes… yes! Ohh fuck!” you whimpered as you clenched down on him, your high washing over you in a flash and triggering Rúben’s one.

“Just like that, good girl!” he groaned as he came deep inside of you, “My good girl, a minha princesa…” his pants fanned your sweaty neck and they made you shiver.

“Well, happy birthday…” you giggled as you felt his forehead fall to your shoulder.

“It was a great birthday indeed,” he said as he tried to slow down his breathing, “but it’s not over yet.” he spoke directly into your ear with his low voice, pressing a kiss below it and softly biting your skin afterwards.

Now you knew, after a day celebrating him, you were in for a long night of celebrations too…

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oh-saints · 11 months

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safeword

it’s not a rare occurrence to spice up some things in your love life with rúben, including but not limited to the sex aspect. but when things get tough for you, you have to tap out and at that sight, rúben has never felt so sorry for you.

rúben dias x you

tw: filthy smut (like, foreplay to overstimulation while being blindfolded kind of filthy) and its aftercare

wc: 2.3k

prompts: “using safeword during sex” + “aftercare”

note: so many of you ask for a rúben smut, therefore may i present you, in this 1st post of smut week... this is based on these two asks! I never said I didn’t warn you, guys… pls DNI if you’re not 18 yet! but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet.

“oh fuck, rúben!”

you didn’t know if your mouth produced a groan or a gasp or something in between because they sounded so carnal to you that you didn’t want to find out what that sound was categorised as. your brain had been melting since the first touch rúben landed on your skin after he’d managed to persuade you to put on a blindfold.

it’d be fun, he said.

of course it’d be fun for him. your boyfriend wasn’t on the receiving end of his torturous, sensual touches.

it wasn’t your boyfriend that felt the sensation of his fingers pinching on one of your nipples while his mouth engulfed the other pink bud, his sinful touch worked wonders simultaneously with his teeth lightly biting.

it wasn’t your boyfriend that arched whenever his thumb pulled your nipple to a stiffness you didn’t know could make you more receptive than any other time he’d done this with you.

it wasn’t your boyfriend that was taken aback whenever he switched his thumb with his mouth, left and right, so relentlessly without giving you a break to breathe. it wasn’t your boyfriend that felt the striking difference between the cold air of his bedroom and the warmth you were provided by his hands and mouth.

it wasn’t your boyfriend’s ears that were fed by the disgusting sounds of his tongue lapping the areola like it was his last supper—sucking them good to the point he could tug on the erected bud gently, circling them around, back and forth like he didn’t want this to end.

but god, you did because he’d been doing these sinful things to you that it endangered your sanity. because you couldn’t see whatever he was doing.

it wasn’t your boyfriend that was being blindfolded, resulting in every of your senses heightened in sensitivity. as if being cuffed to the bedpost above you wasn’t enough, rúben killed you twice by heightening your anticipation.

it wasn’t your boyfriend that already came—thrice, mind you—under his ministrations because of that spiking anticipation, not knowing what to expect and when to expect his agonizing foreplay, and he hadn’t even touched you where you wanted him to.

and now his hands was stroking gently from the death grip of yours against the silk tie he was wearing earlier, down to your armpit, while his mouth alternated between the left and right sides of your mound like he couldn’t pick a better one to settle. so selfish of him, so arrogant, yet so sexy. “rúben, I—”

“I know, baby,” he said, and god was he not satisfied at your posture underneath him. arching so sexily like a vixen in need of mercy not to be killed, anything to get you off. fortunately for him, it was the figurative meaning. “you can come.”

“I don’t think—ow, fuck!”

you trashed your body to the left this time because he was nipping on the sides of your right, down to your belly button, before settling down just an inch before your opening, which had been dripping wet shamelessly even before you came for the first time this evening.

with his touches everywhere and his mouth so close yet so far to the very itching part of your body, you felt like your insides were exploding but too weak to combust. “I can’t, rúben, I can’t—”

“yes, you can, baby,”

you wanted to—god did you want to reach your high so bad—especially with the way rúben left trail of kisses all over the inside of your thighs, ending with a gentle kiss on top of your swollen labia.

but you didn’t have the energy too. your stamina had been diverted elsewhere—to your senses when kept blindfolded, to your hands when you gripped the silk material preventing you from touching your boyfriend, to your brain when you forced your lungs to breathe.

“you’re my good girl,” rúben whispered huskily against the sensitive skin, his teeth and tongue grazing insanely close to where you wanted him. with the way you were spread submissively, an inch closer to your inside would grant you his tongue on your clit. “I know you can.”

you knew you could, but not now. you needed a break first.

“rúben, I—” you bit your lips because you wanted to cry. you wanted to cry as rúben dived into your clit, licking them like they were a gelato served on a plate, because you couldn’t take it anymore, yet rúben was incredible on his tongue work you didn’t want to miss it. “rúben, no, no, no,”

if you thought the sounds rúben was making earlier was disgusting, the sounds rúben was making now was downright dirty. his tongue went up and down along your clit, circling the bud for a while as he enjoyed your bodily reactions, even went to dip the tip of his tongue to your hole slightly before pulling out. and before you realised it, you were shaking and trembling as orgasm knocked on your door.

“oh fuuuuuuuck—”

you could feel your juices coming out so liquidly fast you would’ve been so embarrassed at it if it was any other sex for you, but it wasn’t and you were now limping out of energy. strikingly different to your boyfriend who you were sure could still hold up another dozen rounds of sex, indicated by the patient pace of him licking your cum and devouring it like the drink to his last supper.

he even still had the guts to suck your swollen clitoris like he wanted to bring you to another orgasm. you swore that tongue—oh fucking hell.

not the fingers coming into play now.

rúben inserted two of his fingers while his thumb supported his tongue, going up and down while his tongue went sideways against the clitoral hood and his other fingers stroked in and out of your insides. you swore you had never heard a raunchier sound than what your boyfriend was currently torturing you with, so wet it became so slick and smooth for his fingers to glide in and out.

“you taste so delicious, meu amor,” you could even feel his smile against the hot skin of yours. the audacity, you groaned inwardly. “give me one more.”

you were now on the edge of consciousness, you could feel it. especially with the way you were slowly but surely spurting in his palms. you really couldn’t to it anymore, for god’s sake.

so you cried in your scream while you were brought down to another earth-shattering high. fuck the bedpost if you succeeded in bending them. “red! red! red!”

gone immediately was your boyfriend from literally every inch of you. you could sense him pulling away from you, and as much as you hated him for pushing you over the edge—quite literally at that—you missed his warmth exuding from his giant body already. it was the only thing that kept you going during the excruciating moments that you just passed with not-so flying colours.

seconds later, you felt the bed dipped on the sides of your head, along with rúben’s hands—gone was the harsh touches too—freeing you from the restrains on your hands. you might have to ask how he could tie something so tight while untangling them so easy.

“I’m going to take off the blindfold now,” you could feel rúben rubbing off your wrists, kissing the insides of them that must’ve gone red by now because of your constant bodily protests against the material of his tie. “please stay with me, meu amor.”

the kisses went down from the insides of your wrists, to your arms, to your temple before it settled down on your lips. which had gotten swollen from his ruthless bites and your attempts to suppress your moans from getting too loud, you were sure of. you then felt his lips touched the sides of your cheeks, simultaneously with his hands cupping your face gently.

his thumb wiped the fresh tears escaping your shut pair of eyes as he whispered against your lips. “me perdõe, minha vida. I’ve pushed you too far.”

you couldn’t respond to his apology because you were still silently crying underneath the blindfold. not because you hated him for pushing you too far—his words, that is—but because you were so relieved it was over this time and you gained back your ever gentle, ever loving boyfriend back.

tonight was only a test from rúben of how far he could take you and how far you could trust him, and you wished to remain that way. tonight only, not more.

“please talk to me, baby,” you could feel him detaching one of his palms from your cheek, before feeling them stroking the top of your head and ended up on the back of your head, where the knot of the blindfold was. “please, I’m so sorry, my love.”

you could feel the material slipping off around your head but you were still gathering your composure and leftover energy before you could face your boyfriend without feeling ashamed. you initially wanted to show him how much you trust him, that your trust never wavered, but you failed. pretty badly at that. it felt like you were the one that was supposed to be apologising.

you could feel your throat getting dry from the endless intake of broken breaths and gasps and moans in between rúben’s relentless ministrations earlier, so you asked for a glass of water before you could embarrass yourself further by producing an ugly screeching noise. rúben immediately dashed for the kitchen, and you utilised the small space of privacy to adjust your eyes to the light dimming in the bedroom.

your earlier suspicion was confirmed—your wrists were very red, your breasts were swollen badly, your thighs were disgustingly wet. not to mention the blue-ish and purple spots trails everywhere from your collarbone to the insides of your thighs. you tried to sit up to see whatever more your boyfriend gifted your skin with, but your body ached everywhere. you could even swear the muscle on your abs were even tenser than the first time you did poundfit.

just as you plopped back your head back to the pillow, resigning from the reality that you wouldn’t be able to be out of bed for the remaining of the weekend, the culprit of all this came back with a glass of water and a mini basket of what you’d like to think as creams. hopefully one of them had the capability to soothe the tense muscles.

“I can’t move, rúben,” you chuckled, feeling ridiculous yourself, as you were handed the quench to your thirst. “please help me get up.”

your boyfriend visibly flinched at the implied information that he had, indeed, pushed you too much over the limit. so selfishly, like you weren’t someone so precious to him. but he collected himself in seconds, dropped everything else to the bedside table, before scooping you in his arms in bridal style as if you weighed nothing more than a stack of paper.

you took the chance to bury your nose on the crook of his neck, wondering how the hell his signature smell could still stay on despite being sweaty the past hours. it shouldn’t be fair, you thought, while your boyfriend sat down on the bed, leaning against the bedpost he tangled yourself to earlier, with you in his arms still.

by the looks of it, he didn’t have the desire to let go of you. he almost lost you in less than 15 minutes ago, mind you.

“are you comfortable now?” and you could only nod in your position, cradled like a fine china by your favourite giant. he took it as a sign to fetch back the glass of water he brought for you, guessing you must’ve been very perched from voicing your exasperations being held back. “what else do you need, baby? tell me.”

this time you shook your head as you downed the clear liquid, while rúben’s hands were both drawing circles on the top of your hip and on the side of your thigh respectively, in hope it could further relax you. he certainly wasn’t lying when he said the last words—he was on that level of sorry he would do anything for you this instant.

but he knew you weren’t one to jump into the water when given the opportunity. at least, materialistically.

“please stop saying sorry, big guy,” this time was your turn to hold the side of his face, directing them so you could see him eye to eye. “I want this too, remember?”

“but still—”

“okay then, you’re forgiven,” you said, but the widening smile on your face signalled him you had something else up in your sleeve. “but you have to carry me everywhere because I really think I can’t walk.”

and he truly stood by his words, for he carried you bridal style everywhere you wanted until the weekend ended. despite being embarrassed on some locations—your favourite baker down the block laughed at the sight when you told rúben you were craving for her sourdough—you weren’t complaining. you were confident that he’d always love you like this.

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anaitm0 · 5 months

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Some fluff for ruben perhaps?? Ruben cooks breakfast in bed for his gf 🥰

blueberry pancakes

summary: ruben surprises you with breakfast in bed

pairing: ruben dias x reader

warnings: none just fluff

a/n: sorry ik it’s really short but i hope you like it!!

you sat up in bed, stretching your arms as you did so. you yawned, it was still early days in your relationship and you didn’t quite know his routine. however, you wondered where he was and what he could be doing at such an early hour, his absence suddenly making you miss the comfort of his presence.

just as you were about to call his name, the sound of footsteps caught your attention. the door to the room creaked open, ruben stepping quietly inside, holding a small tray.

on it were three perfectly round pancakes, covered in juicy blueberries. his expression is apologetic, though it was clear he was trying to be as quiet as possible.

“oh ruben, you really didn’t have to..”

“i know, but i wanted too.” ruben gave you a sheepish grin, as if he sensed your words.

“they do smell wonderful, but when did you know how to cook?" you giggled, smiling at ruben as you take a pancake off the tray.

"i've been practicing for you" he answered with a proud grin. "I'm still not that good at it but I wanted to try and make something for you" he added, his tone turning slightly nervous which you found cute.

"well I really appreciate it love" you say with another smile, taking a bite of the pancake.

as you took another bite of the pancake, you looked up to see rubens shy grin and nervous expression,before you can say anything, his lips gently brush against your cheek.

you ate the last bite of your pancake and set the tray aside, ruben softly caresses your cheek and kisses you on the forehead. he whispered softly into your ear "I love you, and I'm so glad you liked them."

the room was still and quiet, as if time stood still to give you both this moment together. you felt warm and safe in Ruben's arms, feeling more in love with him than ever before.

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What about a Ruben one shot where he and the reader are a bit older and their oldest daughter is like 17 and she goes out to a party with some friends and ends up getting drunk for the first time and calls Ruben in the middle of the night, crying and feeling so bad about getting drunk and asking him to pick her up and he and the reader take care of the girl? Pleaseeee i love your writing 🙏🏻

Ugh, such a good request!

Please, let me have your babies, Ruben 😩😩😩

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 5)

Ruben Dias x Reader - Our Little Women

Enjoy!

Ruben is a girl dad and loves his job more than anything in the world. He had nine months to prepare for it. And even when you had your second child, he was there, prepared to be the best dad to two beautiful girls. He couldn't imagine a life where he wasn't a girl dad, and perhaps that's where he went wrong, his lack of imagination. Ruben had never imagined that his girls would one day become little women, and the realization hit him pretty hard.

"Dad?"

He was in your bedroom sleeping, when a crack of the door reveled your youngest daughter Emilia, with the homeline in her hand.

"What?" He groand, a bit grumpy to be disturb in his sleep, especially with you, fast asleep in his arms.

"Gigi is on the phone." She said. "But why is he she talking so funny?"

"What?" Ruben sat up, rattling the bed as he did. Gigi, short for Giorgina, was your oldest daugter. It was late. Very late for her to call, especially if she was having a sleepover at her friends house. "Come here." Ruben waved for Emilia in the dark. She was quick to rush over with the homeline, raising her arms for Ruben to lift her up into your bed, unhanding her the phone as he pressed it to his ear.

"Hello, Gigi?"

His heart raised when there was no response. However, there was a dimmed sound of music playing in the back.

"Gigi, can you hear me? This is your dad."

"Dad?"

Ruben exhaled. "Yes, dad. Where are you?"

"Dad." His daughter sobbed.

Panic struck Ruben, but he fought to remain calm for Emilia's sake. She was still by his side, her head pressed to his chest.

"Daddy?" She whined, perhaps reacting to how his muscles had tensed.

"Shhh, it's okay." Ruben assured. "I'm trying to talk to your sister. Gigi, can you hear me? Where are you?"

"Daddy." Giorgina sobbed. Ruben did everything not to fly out of bed and run down the stairs.

"Just tell me where you are baby and I'll come get you. Daddy will come and get you."

"I'm at some guys house." She sniffled "My friends and I thought it would be fun to go to his party since him and his friends are a bit older than us..."

"Define older." Ruben said through clenched teeth.

"I dunno, eighteen? They told us that they were seniors."

"Seniors!" He snapped but put a hand to his mouth so as not to wake you up.

"Yes, seniors. Dad, I know that I messed up by lying to you and mom, but can you come and get me? I've had too much to drink and I can't find my friends...."

"Okay, okay...." Ruben said, calming her down.

"Please dad, I'm so scared."

"I'll be there in a minute. Just text me your address and try to stay out of trouble."

Ruben got out of bed.

"Daddy, is Gigi gonna be okay." Emilia asked.

"Yes, baby. She's gonna be fine." He planted a kiss on top of her head. "You stay with mommy and try to get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

With that Ruben got dressed and rushed downstairs. He grabbed his car keys and drove to the adress that your daughter had texted him. She was seen standing outiside of the house, on the sidewalk, waiting for him in the nights cold. Seeing that your daughter was okay, Ruben did nothing more than to open up the passenger door for her, driving off as she got in.

"Dad, I'm so sorry that I...."

"We'll discuss this in the morning."

"But I wanna...."

"I said in the morning Georgina! When your mother is awake."

Ruben kept his hands on the wheel, ignoring the way his daughter crumbled in the seat beside him. He was never the one to raise his voice at the girls. You were often the one more comfortable doing so, but tonight....tonight Ruben doesn't know what he would have done if he hadn't found your daughter waiting for him by the sidewalk. He would have probably stormed the house, threatening every teenage boy up in there to tell him where she was.

Pulling up to your driveway, Ruben was surprised to see you and Emilia waiting.

"Is she okay?" You asked, your expression laced with worry.

"She's fine." Ruben got out of the car and walked around it to open the door up for your daughter. She could barely walk on her own two, Ruben had to help her inside.

"Where was she? What happened to the sleepover at Talia's house?" You asked.

"Apprently they decided that it would be fun to sneak away to a party."

"What?"

"We'll have to give Talia's parents a call in the morning and inform them."

Ruben walked passed you and into the house. Just then your daughter looked to be hit with sudden nausea.

"I think I'm gonna...."

She rushed to the nearest bathroom, and you could only hope that she made it to the toilet in time. Nevertheless you saw the expression on Ruben's face and reached for his hand as you approached him. "You did good baby."

He looked to you, a bit taken aback.

You smiled reassuringly. "Why don't you take Emilia upstairs, tuck her back into bed for me? I'll make sure Gigi is okay."

He nodded his head and beant down to pick Emilia up in his arms. She was halfway asleep by the time he got her tucked into bed.

"Am I in trouble daddy?"

Ruben was on his way to the door when she had him turn back around. "Why would you be?" He said, stroking her hair as he sat down by her bedside.

"I woke up mommy and told her that you went to get Gigi."

Ruben smiled. "That's alright baby. You did what you thought to be right."

"Is Gigi gonna be alright?"

"Of course she is." Ruben assured. "She is just feeling a little sick at the moment. She'll be all good tomorrow, you'll see."

"Okay, daddy."

Ruben bent over to kiss her cheek. "You have a good sleep now."

"Goodnight, daddy."

"Goodnight baby."

Ruben stood and walked over to the door. However he did not shut it until he was sure that his daughter had fallen asleep. He returned to your bedroom, running a hand down his tired face. He could hear you downstairs, taking care of your daughter as she was throwing up whatever she and her friends had consumed that night. Ruben felt betrayed. His daughter knew how he felt about alcohol. Not to mention that she was only sixteen years old, drinking should be the last thing on your daughter's mind.

"Hey?"

Ruben jumped as your arms wrapped around him. He had been sitting on the edge of your bed, deep in reflection. To deep to notice you slip back into your bedroom.

"How are you holding up?" You asked, moving to sit down beside him.

He pulled you in for a hug. "How is Gigi?"

"She's fine." You assured. "At least she will be in the morning."

He nodded.

"How are you doing?"

"Me?" He looked to you and frowned.

"Yes you? You seem a bit shook up."

Ruben sighed. "I don't know. I guess I'm just..."

"Yes?"

"I'm just...."

"Ruben?" Your hand stroked his cheek. "It's okay to be disappointed at her."

He looked to you, surprised that you had read his mind.

You smiled. "She's still our little girl even if she messes up sometimes."

"Yes, but..."

You pressed a finger his lips, silencing him. "No buts. You have the right to be disappointed at her."

He exhaled, admitting defeat.

You leaned in to kiss him, and despite his initial hesitation he warmed up to it, a hand traveling to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

You pulled back breathless, happy to see that Ruben didn't look so deep in thought anymore.

"I guess I never thought about it." He said, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

"Thought about what?"

You did not hesitate to lift up your arms as Ruben then tugged the hem of your own shirt.

"I never thought they'd grow up on me." He said, helping you undress. He pulled you down to lay beneath him, loving the way you giggled when he traced soft kiss up your body. He traced them all the way to the crook of your neck, moving on to the edge of your jaw.

"But they will." You said, cradling Ruben's face between your hands, meeting his eyes. "Our little women."

He smiled. "Yes they will, our little women."

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