#rúben dias drabble

[footballffbarbiex]

BJ's and Break-ups

player: Rúben Dias words: 1317 warnings: kinda public bjs. request: Ruben Dias - smut - up to 1000 words - Given Ruben's apparent dislike for wearing shirts, you're surprised when seeing him all bundled up in a big sweater and scarf with fluffy hair turns you on; he's letting you lead him around shopping for Christmas presents,  but seeing him try things on and look for your approval gets to you; you make him try on a sweater, he tells you he'll try anything for you, and that makes you want to "try" something fun with him in the dressing room--insert blow job/other smut here.

The cold northern weather has so far failed to thicken Rúben’s skin after five years. Just mere hours earlier, Rúben had sauntered around the home in loose fitting jogger shorts…nothing but the loose fitting jogger shorts. He had been warm to touch, not a single goosebump had erupted his skin and a happy smile had been seemingly stuck on his face. 

Now, this Rúben was not the same one from this morning. Strands of his hair poke out from under a warm beanie with obnoxiously large pom-pom on top. A scarf covers his jaw as well as his neck and the thickest turtleneck sweater he could find is visible from the top of his coat. He’s one more shiver away from reaching into his pocket and pulling out the thick thermal gloves.

The streets are filled with people mixing festive shoppers with regular ones, not to mention the way retail workers hurry past either to start their shift with a look of dread etched upon their faces or get back from their break with the same expression. December brought out the best and worst in people you found and no two shopping experiences were alike. A store one day could be calm but slightly busy and upon the next visit, it would be manic.

In the late afternoon light, street lamps are starting to flicker to life and the store's lights and overhead light decorations stand out against the darkening skies. Pinks and oranges streak across the dark voids, giving off the perfect contrast. It was enough to make you pause momentarily to pull out your phone and snap a quick shot. You feel Rúben’s chest cover your back and his hand slips into your pocket, fingers lacing with yours as you feel the prickle against your scalp as he presses and holds a kiss to the back of your head. 

“Are you cold, baby?” you ask, not moving from this stance as you enjoy both the feel of him against you and the backdrop before you. People move around you, some shaking their heads disapprovingly as you both refuse to budge out of their way. 

“Very. Can we find somewhere to go inside now please?” 

“But the sky!”

“Yes, very lovely sky. Let’s go.” he mutters, using his other arm to herd you into the nearest building. Your feet shuffle in time with his and soon, the feeling of heat blasts you in the face as you push open the doors. 

“And we just so happened to find ourselves in one of your favourite stores? How convenient.” 

You’re not mad, not one bit; especially as he’s loaded up like a pack horse with the current purchases, it’s the least you can do by giving him some time to browse for himself too. This time, you let him lead you around as you nod and make the appropriate noises to the items of clothing that he looks over until he leaves you outside the changing room doors with the current bags. He occasionally comes to the curtain and you make him twirl while ooooh’ing and aaaaah’ing. 

It’s not until he’s standing in front of you now with a self conscious expression upon his face as he thumbs the material and scrunches his lips up as he debates the fit and colour. It’s a sweater that you picked out, thinking that the softness of the material would make him touchable and the deep colour of it would bring out his colouring in the most perfect way. You’d softened when he sought out your approval for what he wore, his willingness when he tells you that he’d try anything because he trusts your judgement and the thought that he hadn’t immediately pulled it back off after having doubts made your stomach flutter. 

“What’s making you doubt it?” you ask him, bouncing the foot of the leg which is resting over your knee. 

“I wouldn’t say I’m doubting it,” he says slowly, eyebrows still knitting themselves into one. 

“Go back in,” you shoo him away with your hands as you get to your feet and ensure that the bags are moved into the cubicle with you. Only after drawing the curtain do you turn to look at him properly. “Step back, I can’t see you properly.” you say and give him a push which is maybe a little too hard while pretending to be taking him in visually. 

The way his eyes widen and flash with something as his back hits the cubicle wall does not go unnoticed by you and if anything, it spurs you on.

“The fabric is soft,” you say, making a point to take it between your fingers, rubbing it together ever so carefully and keep going as you pull them over the front until they land at the hem of it and you absentmindedly brush the rest of your fingers against the front of his trousers in what you hope is a casual way. 

“Very soft.” he agrees and in your peripheral you notice the way he swallows hard. 

“But it’s firm enough,” your words landing how you hoped, “to trap in heat. Does it feel too stuffy?” you ask him innocently like you’re not trying to arouse him. 

“No it feels perfect.” he confirms and you watch his throat bob as your hand strokes over him again and it takes everything within you to keep your expression neutral as you feel him swell against the side of your hand. 

“The last thing I’d want is for you to go out in something you’re not comfortable with," your eyes finally lock with his and as he tenses his jaw, you make another movement with your hand and it’s now no coincidence. Something you’re not comfortable with is absolutely not just about the sweater and is 100% about the way your hand is now twisting to palm him through his trousers. 

“I’m just…wondering if the fit is right. It could be too small in here. I mean in this-” he coughs, “in this sweater.”

“That’s why these dressing rooms are so important.”

“It’s very important.” He barely whispers the sentence to you as his own fingers begin to unbuckle his belt and expertly pops the button open. You need no encouragement in unzipping him, and as you begin to sink to your knees, Rúben pushes his trousers down far enough to enable you to pull his swelling cock free. As you get comfortable, you turn the two of you slightly so that he has the perfect view to either stare down between your bodies and watch as you suck his cock directly, or turn his face to the side and watch via the mirror. Something about that feels even naughtier and as you take his semi hard cock between your lips and begin to bob your head up and down until he’s at full hardness. 

One hand wraps around the base of his cock while the other fills with his balls. You focus on the first few inches, taking enough of his dick into your mouth to make him bite on two fingers to stop those in the next cubicles from hearing his whimpers. Frustration at wanting to hear those sounds and now being denied those beautiful sounds has you taking more into your mouth than he was prepared for. Rúben’s eyes roll into the back of his eyes, his hips buck and instead of his finger he clamps down on, he turns his teeth to the back of his hand. 

“Come on Rúben, let me hear you.” you almost purr at him before swirling your tongue around the soft head and flicking it over the thin string of skin that finally draws an audible groan. 

“I hate you,” he hisses.

“Oh baby, if you hate me now then I’m going to suck your cock so good, you’re going to want to break up with me.”

[oh-saints]

Hi I don’t know if you’ll get this but I have an idea for Rúben Dias, he starrs crushing on the female photographer for Man City and his teammates start teasing him, he doesn’t want to admit his feelings because he thinks the photographer is dating someone ( but she’s actually single and is just introverted)

aaaaahh this feels close to home bcs i'd gotten mistaken so many times by men due to my introvert nature /sigh

silent

rúben should really stop interpreting things out of hand on his own and start asking the right questions instead.

rúben dias x photographer!you

wc: 2.7k

note: here's is my comback piece! (is that even a valid word?) i actually had this idea in mind for a while and i love writing this bcs i can see he could make this kind of cute mistake! this actually hits closer to home, too, considering that i'm an intovert as well LOL but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet.

happy new year too, everyone! i wish you'll have a blessed year ahead <3

“cupcakes!”

you groaned inwardly, that must be jack grealish. only the 100-million man would call you with overly sweet pet names like that, and he did it so often no matter how many times you corrected him that you had a real name during the first month of your employment here. now entering your third month, you’ve long given up, but you’d renamed his contact to be jack greasy on your phone.

“come sit over with us!”

unlike your nickname, though, you hadn’t given up on his persistent request to sit amongst his set of friends because good lord could they be so boisterous their laughter sounded more like a boom in your ears sometimes. their energy simply went off the roof and your introvert self could never handle it well.

you’d have your time to photograph everyone in the bus later anyway, so you gave him a polite smile, without another word, and proceeded to sit down beside your fellow media team.

you could hear jack screaming protest “aw, come on, cupcakes!” as you took your seat. his friends were laughing on his face at your rejection.

if you have your way, though, you’d badly want to be assigned to the calmer tide of the bus. the likes of julian, kevin, bernardo were more suitable for your kind. but being the one responsible for the disposable camera and all of city’s short off-pitch videos, jack and his circus were more than a matchmade in heaven for a better result.

before you had more complaints to mull over, your colleagues turned to face you and started babbling about an upcoming short video the both of you would have to make. the plot, the script, down to deciding who’d be best to be asked for to star in the video.

“i think rúben dias would do just fine.”

being a newbie, you nodded along the names he mentioned because in all honesty, you didn’t exactly know who is who and which is which until now. two months splattered all over the men’s and the women’s team, as well as the academy, was pretty much a guarantee you’d missed out on someone.

but you always, no matter how busy you are, spared some time to browse on the player before you met them, in case it was someone you should be worried for, or someone you should be thankful of for their media-darling persona, or someone you should be working twice as hard because they didn’t know what to do. worse, someone you’d worked together before but you forgot.

for rúben dias, though… you didn’t know which one of the categories above fitted him best. you were rendered speechless at your search bar result. you could bet your entire month salary that he was someone you had yet the chance to create a content together because if he already did, you wouldn’t have that face of his wiped off your brain.

which was exactly why you should be worried.

you had never worked with someone that looks like adonis when he decides to ascend himself from olympus. or so you’d like to think rúben was what adonis would’ve looked like if greek mythology happens to be true.

sadly, nobody warned you that he was even more beautiful up close, as he strutted his way to your creator team, with a tousled hair he kept tussling against, as well as the bright smile and warm laugh he’d drop here as he went through pre-production brief. his voice was so melodic it soothed all the soreness to your eardrums—thanks to jack grealish—in one simple video production, and you mentally thought you could replay the edited video later whenever you needed to go to sleep, like an asmr or some sort, because it really felt like a blanket on a rainy day.

your heart ached at the sight because my goodness… he was simply too beautiful for your own good.

it shouldn’t be doing all that jumping and leaping and drumming, though, because those were the early signs of you getting biased.

and it could only mean one thing in every professional language possible: bad.

with your very generous pay check on the line, you couldn’t afford to fail. so that day, you made a promise to yourself to do what you had to do, and thankfully it was what your introvert self do best.

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while you knew what to do, rúben—on the contrary—seemed lost.

no, the portugese was lost.

contrary to popular belief, footballers are actually smart. at least, if they are not book smart, they’re definitely street smart. rúben would like to think he’s got a bit of both worlds, so it could justify his own judgement of you.

his eyes were keen, as his job required him to do so, and he’s got an incredible sensing, enough to read a gigantic elephant in the room when there was one. the combination scanned your change in attitude on the day he first worked with you and the present time.

you were so friendly and eager to work with him, welcoming his extended hand as he introduced himself to you for the first time. he remembered your smile, blinding against the bleak manchester weather but instead of feeling cold, he only felt warmth and fuzzy all over his body.

but as the filming session went on, your smile was close to non-existent, just like the probability of the two of you running into each other again. he initially thought it was only because you got so many takes already and the job exhausted you, but he later realised you were avoiding him. as subtle as you could anyway.

at the beginning, he only thought you missed the way he waved at you. or the time when he thought you put his row of seat last for a mandatory picture in your disposable camera, for aesthetics’ sake.

the time when he offered you a ride home, though—that was the final confirmation. the weather had started snowing on some days, and you were certainly freezing by the look of your shivering shoulders and teetering teeth, so rúben offered you a ride home. but you turned down the offer, ever so politely like usual. yes, yes of course you had the rights but the most logical thing was to accept them instead of waiting for the next bus, no?

(oh, believe him, he knew she was waiting. he managed to parked far away from your sight but close enough to see that you did indeed wait for the next bus to arrive and take you to the nearest station. he knew, and he remembered that day because it was the only day he had to fight himself from running down the street just to give you another layer of coat.)

his first instinct was to think that he’d wronged you somehow during the filming. was he demanding? was he not up to your par of filming standard? was he not good enough for your cameras?

but james, your fellow co-worker, the one who worked together with you for this project, gave him an utterly confused look. “have you seen how the videos turned out? you were brilliant, rúben. and no, i don’t think i’ve heard any concerns from her about your ethics.”

so what did he still not do right that could’ve upset you?

rúben didn’t like where this was going because you’ve kept him intrigued. you kept him on his toes, bouncing lightly like a child full of curiosity. you kept him thirsty for more information about you and what makes you tick, lowkey in hope to bring out the smile rúben himself didn’t know he had missed seeing.

and if he discovered that he did indeed upset you somehow, and was somehow responsible for the disappearance of your shy smile, then he’d like to right them right away. he has to.

with that mentality, rúben took the chance to clock out earlier—which was like the seventh wonder of the world around etihad academy—in order to catch a glimpse of you on your off-work routine. he’d set himself resolved to only ask necessary questions, not more nor less, without any hidden agenda. no wishy washy, unlike his previous trials.

rúben did actually catch you for a split second. his beak was already opening, he’d only needed his voice box to produce the sound to the question in his mind, but the scene unravelled before him halted everything in him. every particle of his body, every molecule of his brain.

a black car swerved into the lane to the lobby, a pretty prestigious car at that, and the way your face lit up so brightly reminded him of the day you first worked together. it was a sight that rúben missed, it was a sight that rúben longed to see again.

he was so blinded by the ethereal view that he completely forgot his own plan, and watched as the black car swallowed his portion of small happiness of the day.

was that your boyfriend? if yes, then did you take rúben’s friendliness as a romantical advance to you? if yes, then was that the reason why you immediately put up a china wall between you two? if yes, then was he that protective or was he simply possessive?

rúben couldn’t deny his own infatuation of you. maybe it was why he was adamant to right things good between the two of you. but if you did in fact have a boyfriend, then he should find a way to reduce and silence this growing feeling—be it really infatuation or merely curiosity.

“does she have a boyfriend?”

but desperate times need desperate measures, and rúben saw ‘the black car incident’ was his sign to speed things up in order to find a concrete answer. even if it included asking jack grealish about you.

jack snorted, rather snobby. “how would i know, mate?”

“i thought you guys are close.”

“your definition of close is concerning,” jack replied as he shut his locker. “why don’t you ask her yourself? aren’t you the type to just charge at it first, think later?”

“i would’ve if she didn’t give me a cold shoulder.”

“have you tried?”

rúben was the one who didn’t hold back his snort this time. “of course i did.”

“then maybe you were asking the wrong question, mate.”

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as much as rúben hated to confess that jack actually had a point, he had to give hands down. he might be asking the wrong question, he might be asking too much question, he might be asking the right question with the wrong approach.

bottom line, he’d concluded himself that he had to try until he succeeded. each time in different approach, different variables. logically speaking, it should take him somewhere for a clue. if it didn’t, it should at least tire you enough to have you spell the answer to his queries.

rúben had gathered enough information that you and your team had wrapped up filming for christmas and new year’s content, complete with kids involved and all. you were supposed to stay in the editing room, and working late on it because there was a teaser—which fell into your line of work under “short videos”—to be uploaded tomorrow evening.

he purposefully slowed his pace for anything that did not require physical activities and trainings, resulting in him also staying late to finish some of his homework—his affectionate nickname for video trainings he’d like to execute at home, in the comfort of his abode and plush suede pillows—so he could match your pace of work. he planned to catch you off guard the same way as ‘the black car’ incident.

at 8, you finally went out of your cave, precisely like his little rat had informed him before. so of course, you were startled to find rúben already standing against the railing in front of your office.

“rúben,” your voice got stuck in your throat but rúben thought it was a cute squeak. it was also a better response, rúben thought, too. you could’ve spat at him or shooed him away immediately. “what are you doing here?”

“i’m—” rúben thought about lying for a second, but he decided it’d contribute nothing to a start of a friendship. yes, friendship, because it was the bare minimum, no? “i’m waiting for you.”

your eyes widened, and that was when rúben noticed the golden specks on the orbs of your eyes. heartbreakingly stunning, solely because rúben only noticed this now.

you shifted the weight of your body from your right leg to your left one, and rúben found it endearing because he noticed that was an early sign an introvert—you, in this case—was starting to get nervous or uncomfortable. rúben hoped it was the former because that’d put you as cute as an awkward lone penguin.

“is there anything i can help you with?”

“yes, i’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

with his devastatingly beautiful look, his velvet voice and his intensely deep brown eyes, your heart palpitated so fast and so irregular that you were afraid rúben could see them falling and getting back into its designated place like a bungee jumper.

or maybe the rope snapped on its way down and never found its way up again, depending on the question about to be fired at you. at this point, your mind went funnily white, and you were ready to succumb into either pressure or temptation, depending on the question he’d fire you with.

“do you hate me?”

you seemed perplexed at his blatant question, but he’d take that reaction over anything else because it was something, especially compared to the invisible wall you’d put up since the first time you both had worked together.

“do you?” rúben pressed his voice gently, while he took a step closer to you. slowly but assertively.

the movement snapped you back to reality. you should not heed into pressure, but there was no use in lying because in reality, you really had no reason to hate him. if you had your chance, you would’ve done things the other way around.

“no, i don’t.”

another step closer. “but have you ever hated me?”

realising the 6-feet centre back was doing, you involuntarily moved backwards in the same amount of steps that he did, albeit the distance reached was certainly and significantly a huge gap you could never keep. “no, rúben—”

before you could finish your sentence, he obliterated every single space left in between the two of you and cornered you to the nearest wall. “then do you like me?”

you should be running, you should be fleeing, you should be screaming down the hill. you should be anywhere but here, trapped in between the long, strong and sturdy pair of his arms, the very same one he used to defend himself and the ball from the opponent. the very same one your eyes couldn’t lie but appreciate its masculinity.

rúben noticed the miniscule movement of your eyes, despite your tightened body language, and it brought a little smile on the corner of his lips. maybe he had indeed asked all the wrong question in all the previous times he’d had the chance.

“tell me,” rúben then pronounced your name in the way no one else could, so soft and velvet like a fine cashmere being caressed against your eardrums, that shivers ran down your entire body as if you were struck by a lightning. “please tell me that, at least.”

so paradoxic, you thought inwardly at the sensation. and you supposedly hated the way he confused you, but you didn’t this time—you didn’t even detest the way he seemed enjoying this whole thing, by the way he pulled of a subtle smirk that busted your knees slowly but surely—and it made you even more crazy because what the hell was this?

you tried to mask it off by looking him straight in the eyes. well, tried to, at least, because the moment your eyes were connected with the milkiest brown orbs that reminded you of a hot chocolate on a wintry day, you couldn’t help but look away. “what do you want me to say?”

rúben didn’t fight a full smile from blooming on his face, as the tip of his finger aligned your face gently to face his. he really likes the fact you gave him a fair fight to remain indifferent still, even when everything else of your body failed to be your auxiliary. “do you like me?”

“i do—”

“then would you like to have a dinner with me tonight?”

[sportswriters]

every christmas with you - r. dias

pairing: rúben dias x reader | fluff | established relationship | wc: 2k+ | warnings: none | a/n: hey, i know christmas is over, but i'm still a born lover of the holiday, so here's a short scenario i just imagined! have a good read! xx, ella.

“here it is.”

you raise your face in the direction of your boyfriend's voice and find him with his hand outstretched, offering you a cup of hot chocolate. he has a simple smile on his face and when you accept the cup, he sits down next to you on the couch. simba is lying down, snuggled up with his brother, both of them softly quiet after having taken a walk with the two of you earlier.

“thank you, darling,” you say and take a sip.

the atmosphere in the apartment is a little dark. there are only the christmas lights from the huge tree you set up together at the beginning of the month, which made a lot of mess and fun, but it's exactly what you love. being with him makes you feel in a way you never expected to feel with anyone.

you met rúben quite by chance. you weren't used to walking around manchester, but you were there one day on business and got lost in the place you were supposed to be. luckily, he was also nearby, coming out of the coffee shop across the street and because you were distracted, looking at the gps on your phone, you accidentally bumped into him, spilling all the coffee on your overcoat.

he apologized immediately, even though it was your fault. you found him extremely kind in the midst of so many ordinary people there, because you had tried to ask three people for help before, who said they were in a hurry and couldn't help you. not that people in new york were any warmer, but you expected a bit more of a welcome from manchester.

he made a point of taking you to a nearby store and bought you a new overcoat to wear. you tried to tell him you didn't need it, but he insisted so much that you ended up accepting it, even apologizing— he considered it to be entirely his fault. then he helped you find the right street. that was supposed to be your only interaction, but somehow he managed to find you on instagram and sent you a message.

since then, this is the third christmas you've spent together. this time, it's more intimate, because you decided to stay at home this year. although you still lived in another city, you kept trying everything you could to keep the relationship alive. as your work allowed you to travel to manchester to sort things out, you were able to see each other often.

but you've been thinking about changing that for a while now. every day you miss being close to rúben, the distance is no longer fulfilling your need to deepen your relationship with him. you want to be closer and you want to have more moments together. you want to be able to go to his matches, to cheer him on from up close, to wear his shirt with his name on the back. you want to be able to support him in bad times from up close, like these injuries, and not from afar, via video calls. you want to be able to get home and snuggle up to him, go where he goes, be where he wants to be.

you're a bit tired of always traveling for work and not being able to stop anywhere. you're always sleeping in hotels and eating bakery food because you don't have time to cook. and although rúben also traveled to games in other cities, even countries, he had a home there in manchester. you didn't have that.

you loved new york, but you fell in love with manchester. and with rúben. that's why you took a promotion decision at work.

“is everything all right?” rúben asks, brushing your leg, which you've placed over his lap. “you seem distracted.”

you take another sip of the hot chocolate and lean over to leave the cup on the coffee table. he studies your movements in silence and you turn and smile at him. it's not a very comfortable position to be sitting like that, but you don't care, all you want is to be close to him anyway.

“it's our third christmas together, right?” you start talking. “i mean, i know we didn't get to be together like this on our first christmas, but for the count, it's our third, right?”

rúben is confused, but there's a smile on his face.

“ah... yes?” he lets out, uncertain.

you can see him perfectly only with the christmas lights illuminating the room, but also with the natural light of the city night, which you can see through the glass of the balcony. you intertwine your fingers in his and kiss the knuckles of his hand affectionately.

“i want them all, rúben,” you say. “i want every christmas with you. here in this house, with your family in portugal, no matter where, i want them all, as long as it's with you.”

he widens his smile, the kind of smile that shows his teeth and you feel yourself melt inside.

“i want them too, y/n. more than anything,” he says.

you nod slowly and turn just enough to reach the small box next to simba. he looks at you with those bright puppy dog eyes and you scratch his head in a caress, apologizing for interrupting his sleep.

he lays his head back against the sofa and you turn back to rúben, now holding the little box. he doesn't understand anything from the way you're acting, but you don't worry, because he will soon.

“i thought we weren't going to exchange our presents until tomorrow morning,” he says softly.

“i can't wait until tomorrow,” you admit, which makes him laugh. “besides, i can give you as many christmas presents as i want. this is the first one.”

he nods, without contradicting you.

“you're not going to propose, are you?” he jokes.

you roll your eyes and move to sit on his lap. rúben holds you by the waist and adjusts you against him, both of you wearing comfortable pajamas to spend the evening with a small dinner and the christmas movies you loved the most.

“it depends on your point of view. but no, it's not a ring,” you reply, looking more closely into his eyes now. “don't you recognize this little box?”

he stares at the small object in your hand. you watch his expression change from confusion to recognition in an instant. he remembers when he gave you that box and knows exactly what's inside.

“when you gave me that box, i still didn't feel ready for the change it represented,” you start and swallow, suddenly getting a little nervous. he notices and rubs his hands against your thighs, comforting you. “i love you, rúben. that's never changed, on the opposite, i've only grown to love you day after day. you've always been more sure of that than i am, the proof is this little box.”

maybe it’s the christmas atmosphere, or what that moment represents, because your eyes fill with tears. you feel that it's not trivial to get emotional. you love him so much and it took you a long time to find someone who loves you as much as rúben does. the two of you have always understood the problems and difficulties of a long distance relationship, but you've always held on to each other.

everything wasn't always a bed of roses. but you never doubted how you felt about him, under any circumstances. much less did you think about giving up on what you had. all that contributed to you just being sure that you had made the right decision.

you open the box and reveal the key inside. the key to that apartment you're in now, which he started to say was your home, even though you weren't even living there yet.

“i've accepted the job offer to stay on at the branch we have here in manchester,” you say, finally. “which means i'll have more stability and won't have to travel from one city to another.”

you take the key and smile.

“and it also means that i need a place to live,” you joke.

he focuses his eyes on you, your smile, your genuine happiness and the fact that his heart feels like it's about to burst with love. you wait, expectantly. you gulp and feel nervous again. when rúben notices the change in your expression, he realizes that he haven't said anything yet.

“are you doing this for me?” he asks. you notice a little concern in his tone and understand why.

rúben never wanted to pressure you into anything. even though he always seemed sure of everything, he also always said that things would happen in their own time. he didn't want you to give up anything in your life to live with him there, and that included your job, which he knew was important to you. but you didn't accept the promotion solely because of him, on the contrary, you had already been thinking about this stability. it was tiring to live traveling like that.

he was just one more reason to reinforce you. your firm ground for moving forward with the decision you'd been thinking about making for some time.

“yes and no,” you show a closed smile. you drop the box on the arm of the sofa next to you and sigh, both hands holding his face and your right thumb caressing his cheek. “when i took this job, there was only the possibility of staying in the position if i had the availability to travel. at first, everything seemed fine, i even liked it a little.”

you pause. he doesn't interrupt you at any point so as not to get in your way. maybe he needs to know that you're sure about it, about what this step means for both of you.

“but then it got lonely. i didn't have a home, you know? i jumped from hotel to hotel, even when i was in new york, i lived in a boarding house, because renting a house wasn't worth it,” you keep explaining. his hands stay on your legs all the time and you receive his silent affection. “then i met you. and when you brought me here for the first time, i felt at home. not because of the apartment itself, but because of you, rúben.”

“y/n…”

“i've always believed that what turns a place into a home is not the place itself, but the person. i'd go anywhere you were, because you're my home. and i want that, the two of us together, living more moments that distance doesn't allow. so, yes, i'm doing it for you, but i'm also doing it for me. for us,” you finish, almost out of breath.

the beaming smile he gives you warms your heart. he lifts his hands from your legs and reaches for your face, holding your chin gently, pulling your face towards him, your lips sticking together slowly. it's not an intense or urgent kiss, it's just a kiss coated with affection, with things that words couldn't express.

“when i first met you, i was a little scared about how sure i was about you,” he pulls away and starts talking, his voice low because you're close enough to hear what he's saying. “some people have doubts about their own relationships, uncertainties about various things, but when i met you... i only had certainties. and i love you so much that you have no idea, y/n.”

you sniffle softly, a smile on your lips. sometimes, it didn't seem real that he was yours.

“i'm glad you accepted this little box. because now there's no turning back, darling, i hope you know that accepting to live with me is also accepting that you're mine,” he says, smiling.

you laugh and shake your head. you squeeze his cheeks with one hand, forming a pout with his lips, and you kiss him.

“i've been yours since the day we first bumped into each other,” you reinforce.

and being there, with him, is all you've ever wanted.

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

under the mistletoe | rúben dias

⭐️ synopsis: At a Christmas party, two people share a kiss under the mistletoe. warnings: just pure fluff, christmas drabble, 400 words

| listen to my christmas playlist |

I had been working for Manchester City for a couple of years and it was my second time being invited to the club’s Christmas party. I glanced at the invitation with a mix of reluctance and resignation; another year, another forced celebration. But hey, 'tis the season, right?

As I stepped into the festively adorned venue, the air was thick with the scent of wine and the sound of laughter. My colleagues' chatter blended with the lively notes of a familiar holiday tune. I wondered if I could sneak out early, but the promise of an open bar was enough to persuade me.

The night unfolded, and against my better judgment, I found myself with a glass of something that sparkled. And then I spotted him – Rúben, the guy I've secretly been crushing on since forever. The idea of expressing my feelings in this kind of workplace felt terrifying, so I kept my emotions tucked away like a carefully wrapped gift.

But wouldn't you know it, destiny had other plans – there we were, standing right under the mistletoe. Rúben gave me a big smile when he spotted that cheeky decoration hanging right over our heads.

"So, do we play along or risk seven years of bad luck?" Rúben asked, a daring twinkle in his eye.

I rolled my eyes, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, mistletoe's got jokes tonight."

But then, there's this moment. The twinkling lights, the festive buzz – it's like the universe hit pause just for us; the distance between us lessened, and for a fleeting second, it seemed like the world around me faded away. Rúben's eyes locked onto mine, and the whole room blurred into the background. 

He leaned in, and for a split second, there was that tiny, thrilling gap between us – the kind of pause that makes your heart race. And then, our lips met. It wasn't a hurried peck or a casual brush; it was a slow, deliberate kiss.

The taste of the holiday punch lingered on our lips, and I could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with mine. The world outside seemed to disappear, leaving us enveloped in the soft glow of Christmas lights and the gentle melody of a classic tune playing in the background.

Time hung suspended, and for that stolen moment under the mistletoe, it was just us, wrapped up in the magic of the season and the unexpected spark between us. 

When we finally pulled away, the room came back into focus, but something had shifted. The air crackled with a newfound energy, a shared secret that would make this Christmas in Manchester unforgettable.

[joaofelix70]

INFORMATIONS! ☆

i don't make full angst stories, but some elements involving the category can be included. request me a smut (politely asking for no extreme bdsm kinks), fluff content too, which i'm passionate about. (anonymously or not). i apologize if your unproblematic ask wasn't reciprocated in the name of my busy activities. please, try to send me again or give me more details of your wishes, using the private inbox. feel honored to talk to the readers. love it infinitely!

── joão félix sequeira.

a crescent love, an ephemeral passion ── joão félix

summary: you and joão spent all the summer together. you even met his friends and brother. could this be the beginning of a crescent love or just an ephemeral passion? his friendship with his ex would ruin everything between the two of you?

69 with joão félix

summary: a concept of you and joão félix sharing jubilation and becoming one.

── dominik szoboszlai.

miss diplomat and mr. charming ── dominik szoboszlai

summary: your job is involving the commitment of unify the population and create interrelations to another countries, using the eurocup qualifiers and the hungary national team executions. you just didn't expect to fall in love with the no. 10's captain player.

── kostantinos "kostas" tsimikas.

none yet.

── rúben dos santos gato alves dias.

none yet.

[ohmoonbeam]

FOOTBALL RPF TAG LISTS

I love to cover multiple themes, genres, AU's etc when I read and reblog, so to help you find the topic(s) best suited to you, feel free to navigate your way through my tagging system and find a few new fics to love! BEN CHILWELL all | reader | angst | fluff | smut | complete | series | standalone | family | friends | friends to lovers | friends with benefits | romance DOMINIK SZOBOSZLAI all | reader | angst | fluff | smut | complete | series | standalone | friends to lovers JACK GREALISH all | reader | angst | fluff | smut | complete | drabble | series | standalone | friends to lovers | romance JOHN STONES all | reader | angst | fluff | smut | complete | drabble | series | standalone | christmas | family | friends | friends to lovers | friends with benefits | romance | threesome

JORDAN HENDERSON all | reader | fluff | complete | standalone | family MASON MOUNT all | reader | angst | fluff | smut | complete | drabble | series | standalone | friends to lovers | friends with benefits | neighbours | romance RÚBEN DIAS all | reader | angst | au | fluff | smut | complete | drabble | series | standalone | brothers best friend | fake dating | friends to lovers | friends with benefits | neighbours | romance If you see any tags I've missed, feel free to let me know!

[overnowsfcb]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ welcome to overnowsfcb's dreamspace

✧˖°. venus — she/her. argentina. libra. 19. culé desde la cuna.

requests are open! masterlist

🫂💐🫧 Here's what you need to know before requesting!

• i only write fem!reader fics and mostly long one-shots.

• the request format should be: player, theme (smut, angst, fluff).

note: if you add a concise concept that would be amazing so i know exactly what you want.

• i enjoy, and im better at writing angst fics. but of course, i also write fluff and smut.

note: no content related with sa, ed, self-harm, suicide or discrimination against marginalized communities.

• i prefer longer works to fully develop the concept in mind. however, im open to writing blurbs or drabbles.

• requests are always welcome if you submit them with respect. if they dont align with guidelines they will be deleted.

PLAYERS I WRITE FOR (mostly): gavi, pedri, fermín lópez, dominik szoboszlai, rúben dias, trent alexander-arnold.

note: i don't write for rm players or controversial ones. besides that, you can request other players who are not listed.

© OVERNOWSFCB⎯ All works posted here are my original creations. Please do not repost, translate, plagiarize, or claim them as your own. Respect the creative process and the effort put into each piece. Thank you!

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[aeribbon]

AERIBBON’S RD3 MASTERLIST ᯓ★

RÚBEN DIAS #3

SERIES

coming soon...

SMAUS

lunch or launch ? | summary; just you and your boyfriend soft launching your relationship until your bf hard launch one day out of boredom

THOUGHTS/DRABBLES/HEADCANONS

coming soon...

[highdreaming]

Masterlist

Hello.

This is a blog dedicated for imagines, drabbles and headcanons for football players that I like.

This is a fanfiction blog so please, only read if you truly want to. This is only for entertainment and fun so keep that in mind.

»» DO NOT COPY, USE, TRANSLATE MY WORKS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!!!!!! ««

💕 - Fluff

💥- Angst

🚩 - NSFW

Preferences

✔ Confessing to you (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix)

✔ You being involved in a cheating scandal (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix)

✔ You send a nude before a game (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix) 🚩

✔ You like their sibling (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix) 💥

✔ Protective things he does (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix)

João Félix

➡ So Happy Together (💕)

➡ Dating Headcanons

➡ Needy Boyfriend - You have a girl’s night out and your boyfriend can’t stop being needy over you (💕)

➡ Red Card (💕)

➡ Only yours - João’s ex-girlfriend constant calls make you afraid, but João shows you that he’s only yours (💕)

➡ Greedy Girl (🚩)

➡ Messed Up - João is ready to meet your parents but you’re hesitant in doing so.  (💥)

➡ Nothing that Can't be Solved - After you and your boyfriend have your first real fight, he apologizes in the most romantic way. (💕)

➡ Someone else flirts with you HC

Erling Haaland

➡ Height Difference (short!reader)

➡ Abuse - Your abusive ex is back but Erling is there to protect you

➡ Jealous Sex HC (🚩)

➡ Big Enough (🚩)

➡ Baby's here - Short pregnancy fluff drabble (💕)

➡ Kinks (🚩)

Jude Bellingham

➡ Toxic Jealousy - Jude is always too jealous and you get tired of it.(💥; 💕)

➡ Side Lover -  Jude gets tired of being your side man and gives you an ultimatum (💥)

➡ Handjob (🚩)

Rúben Dias

➡ Breeding NSFW (🚩)

➡ Giving Head (🚩)

Gavi

➡ Asking you out

➡ Love Trio (+Pedri) (💥)

➡ You're insecure about Gavi and Princess Leonor rumors (💕)

➡ You're pregnant and scared of holding back his career

➡ Eyes off her - Your boyfriend gets jealous when someone flirts with you and a fight follows (💥; 💕)

➡ Threesome (with Pedri) (🚩)

➡ Never Again - He hurts you during an argument. 

➡ RM's Biggest Fan - You’re a Real Madrid fan. Your boyfriend plays for Barcelona. His team loses and now you’re the one that has to make up for it. (🚩)

Fake Chats:

➡ He gets worried when you don't answer his messages and calls

Friendship

➡ Being friends with both Pedri and Gavi

➡ Hanging out (+Pedri)

Pedri

➡ Love Trio (+Gavi)

➡ Goal of the Year (💕)

➡ Dating Headcanons

➡ Fluffy Cat

➡ Burning Jealousy

➡ Cuddling Headcanons (💕)

➡ Scare - He gets hurt during a game, scaring the life out of you.

➡ Teaching Spanish

➡ Teaching how to drive

➡ He returns from the World Cup (💕)

➡ Meeting your parents

➡ Becoming a parent (💕)

➡ Goodbye - Your time as an exchange program student in Barcelona comes to an end. Unfortunately, that means saying goodbye to your boyfriend (💥)

➡ Threesome (with Gavi) (🚩)

➡ Enemies to Lovers (🚩)

➡ Bratty Girl (🚩)

Friendship

➡ Being friends with both Pedri and Gavi

➡ Hanging out (+Gavi)

Eric García

➡ He asks you out

[arsenalgbt]

cuz no. 3 already posted yesterday, here have a RÚBEN DIAS/JOHN STONES nsfw consensual noncon drabble~

[oh-saints]

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.”

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

christmas drabbles | table of contents

Hello! To celebrate the holidays, throughout December, I wrote 4 christmas related drabbles. Here’s the list:

1. It's Cold Outside — Charles Leclerc

2. Under The Mistletoe — Rúben Dias

3. Santa Tell Me — Pablo Gavi

4. Naughty or Nice— Kylian Mbappé

| listen to the playlist |

[footballffbarbiex]

A Few Choice Words.

player: Rúben Dias words: 536 warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, light throat grabbing, hint of spanking, mentions of sucking dick and deep throat. request: Or a quickie during an event or party. I'm sure you'll have an even better idea, you never miss with your works. Mirrors with Mason is maybe my fav tumblr smut ever, it's truly a masterpiece (I'm ashamed how many times I've read it).

This was for a blurb idea, but I'm not against writing something longer about this in the future.

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Some say that sex is better when you’re in an established relationship and you know one another’s body like you know your own. Others say sex is better in the beginning when you’re still learning what one another likes and the thrill of it all is overpowering and all consuming. But you say it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been in a relationship with him, as long as it’s Rúben that’s fucking you.

He could turn you on with a glance or with a single spoken sentence. You came from his fingers, his mouth and with him inside of you as your clit was stimulated. Nothing was too much and your pleasure was everything to Rúben.

All that it had taken from you tonight was a tiny comment about how much you couldn’t wait for the two of you to go home so you could choke on his cock. Another comment came quickly about the way you couldn’t stop thinking about leaving pretty cum tracks over his skin as you ride his thigh and how you wanted nothing more than to be filled up by him.

Surrounded by friends, teammates, Manchester City staff and the venue employees, Rúben had struggled to hold it together as your tongue had peeked out as your lips had wrapped around the straw. You’d felt the graze of his hand against your knee minutes later and the way his fingers had crept upwards as you leaned in, lips at his ear as you said, “I need you to fuck me until I don’t have a single thought left in my head.” Seconds later, you’d heard a whisper of his own in your ear telling you to get up and leave the room with him.

-

Rúben’s right hand grips you by the jaw as his left holds you in place by your hip. The sound of your bodies coming together, your wetness and your moans fill the room and had any thought managed to stay in your mind long enough before his cock made you forget it again, you might have considered feeling bad for whoever may be able to hear outside of these four walls.

The hand around your throat, angling your face perfectly by the jaw, ensures that you’re in the right position to watch yourself in the mirror as he takes you. You can still feel beneath his hand the way that his cock had felt as it filled your mouth and edged further. There’s a lingering burning sensation there from the way he’d parted the muscles within your throat, stretching them out in ways he hadn’t for a while - but you’d take him back there in an instant, licking away your juices from his dick like the good girlfriend you are.

When you close your eyes to lose yourself in the way he pounds into you, you feel the hot sting left behind by his hand across your ass cheek. The sharpness of it makes your eyes open and meet his via the reflection in the mirror. “You wanna beg to have my dick? Then watch yourself take it.”

Rúben treats you like a queen but when prompted, he’ll fuck you like he pays you by the hour.

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player: Rúben Dias words: 2.8k type: angst

Let's fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later

If she's got blue eyes, I will surmise that you'll probably date her

You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor

You search in every model's bed for something greater

Everything you were learning about Rúben is completely against your will and though you’re trying to not let it get under your skin and bury deep into your muscles, you still feel any and all nuggets of information grating against your nerves. So it doesn’t surprise you when your best friend opens her mouth and says “he’s been spotted with another model.” but it does feel like salt is being rubbed onto those nerves too. 

“Of course he has,” it comes out a little more bitterly than you’d intended and so you swallow some wine instead to stop yourself from saying anything else that you might regret. 

“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what she looks like.” she continues, observing you over the rim of her own glass before she takes a small drink herself. 

It’s started to become a running joke for the two of you. You weren’t good enough for Rúben but he was happy to date every woman that remotely resembles you after you. It was a kick in the teeth each time you were faced with another photo of him and his latest beau and a mere mention of someone new feels like a slap. 

“Kurt wants to know if you’ll come to dinner on Wednesday.” She changes the subject, knowing that this is a sore spot but it was better that she told you now than being sent it by someone else who believes they’re doing you a favour while not being considerate of your feelings at all. 

“No.” You say a little too quickly. 

Kurt was one of Rúben’s best friends and if he was hosting a dinner party, then your ex would be there too. You felt suffocated at the best of times merely seeing his name via google or instagram, let alone being made to share the same four walls and a table with the man. 

Ex feels too strongly of a word considering you’d barely got past the dating stage. Rúben refused to put a label on the two of you and while you weren’t usually one for wanting them, you did try to ask him where you stood in the situationship. Especially because you were catching feelings, fast and hard and the idea of him not wanting to commit to you pained you more than it scared you. Ultimately, Rúben ended the … situation due to ‘commitment issues’, but had no issues with finding the ability to do so with other people. 

“He was invited initially but according to their match fixtures, they have an away Champions League game.” She comments, drumming her fingers on the side of the glass in a beat that you almost recognise. 

“I applaud your extensive research before coming to me with Kurt’s invitation.” 

“I knew you’d back out almost immediately otherwise -”

“And I did.” 

She hums in agreement. 

“At least consider it? I’d love to see you there anyway.” 

_

You’ve checked and checked and checked again more times than you wanted to admit that Rúben absolutely was out of the country ready for the game tomorrow. With no updates regarding rotations or suspensions from previous games, you’d found it “safe” to leave the comfort of your home and make your way to Kurt’s. 

Having Rúben end the relationship had meant that he’d won the monopoly of the friends that you’d made being in his circle, and one of them that you had joint custody over was Kurt. Caring, funny and incredibly supportive, Kurt was everything in a person that you wish you’d found in a friend years previously. Nights at his were never boring and he was the one person you truly felt you could be around and trust not to bring up him in conversation. 

By the time he’d opened the front door, you could smell a light warming scent drifting from one of the hallway candles which was quickly swallowed up as you approached the kitchen. If you were peckish upon arrival, then as dinner was being plated up half an hour later, you were famished. Your bestie was still due to arrive thanks to being stuck in traffic both on the way home from work and also after leaving the house. Other mutual friends who you were familiar enough with to interact with but not enough to really talk to are here too. 

Bottles of wine and water are on the table along with small baskets of bread and butter which are snatched up by those sitting around you. Several people are still due to arrive, so the amount of empty spaces isn’t bothering you too much, though you do reserve the one next to you for her. 

You’re cutting open a bread roll after smushing the butter into a spreadable consistency when your phone beeps and a i’m 5 mins away x text comes through and not for the first time this evening, you sigh a sigh of relief. 

-

You’re in the middle of the main course and half a glass of wine down as your bestie is telling you the latest drama from her office when voices in the hallway gets your attention and the voice that once made your stomach flip is now the reason for it dropping. Your head snaps to the head of the table at the opposite end to you and your eyes meet Kurt’s as the voice continues to speak with someone else. 

What is he doing here? You mouth a little too aggressively as panic begins to swirl in your stomach. Her fingers touch your arm to try and silently calm you but the more you think about it, the more you feed the dread. 

He isn’t supposed to be, is mouthed aggressively back. At least he’s met your energy. 

“It’s good to see you again,” comes his voice as he finally steps into the room. “Sorry I’m late.” He says as he finally addresses the room. 

The empty space opposite and one seat over now feels as though it’s mocking you. Though it’s not dressed for someone to sit in, you feel as though you should have known this was coming. 

“I’ll get you a plate.” Kurt is on his feet faster than you’d have liked him to be but you understand he cannot treat Rúben with disrespect purely because of you nor would you want him to. He gives your shoulder a squeeze as he passes and it’s only in that moment where you feel just how tense your muscles are.

You can hear your breathing coming out in shaky exhales but rather than looking around the table to see what other dinner guests are thinking. You don’t want to look up at the man who you’d held out your heart to. Sure, you’ve seen Rúben around, but not in such an intimate capacity like this. You’ve never had to sit opposite him and felt as though you’ve had to exchange pleasantries. You could, of course, ask to switch seats but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to you. 

When you lift your cutlery to begin to eat again, you note that your hands are shaking. You’d rather take a drink but now he’s here, you want as much of a clear mind as you can possibly have. He clouds your judgement far more than any alcohol ever could and he’s stayed in your system longer than any drugs ever would. 

Plate to mouth. Mouth to plate. Plate to mouth. You continue until you can’t think anymore.You ignore the sound of a chair being moved and pushed back under, a plateful of food being put down and cutlery clinking together. Talk still flows around the table but it sounds as though you’re listening from under water. Even now with impaired sound, it’s clear it’s become very strained since he came in. 

Questions are aimed in his direction and though you try to close off your hearing, you can still hear his replies. If he’s as worried as you are about this meeting, he’s not showing it. 

“Do you want this?” You ask your friend, gesturing to the glass. 

“Don’t you want it? What’s wrong with it?” 

“No, I don’t want it. I want something else.”

“I’m going for one,” James, who sits on the other side of you, says quietly. “I can get one for you too?” 

“That’d be great.” You give a small nod and try to give a smile, though you realise in this moment it appears pained. 

James was a good man, and someone who you could depend on for a light but long chat. He played the small talk game and he played it well. It wasn’t ever anything much but he gave you good reprieve when you needed it.

It’s not until he’s left the table and in turn, the room, that you remember there’s spare glasses and pitches of water with ice. Not wanting to seem rude, you leave him to get your drink, and busy yourself in pouring a cold glass of water. He returns as you’re taking tentative sips. 

“Mmm,” you hum to him to acknowledge that you’ve seen him as he takes his place back at your side while you finish your sips and place the water back on the table and turn to get the drink that Jamie offers you and give a little sniff.

“You remembered.” Small movements swirl the liquid around, ensuring that it’s fully mixed but before you can place it on the table next to the water, you hear 

“Might have remembered her drink but you’ve given an extra ice cube.” Your hand freezes as you listen. 

“Sorry?” Jamie says. He’s not sorry, it’s more of a chance for Rúben to retract his sentence. 

“She prefers two ice cubes not three. You’ve watered down her drink.” 

The statement seems to hang in the air between the three of you and when you finally look up, Rúben is looking right at you. 

“Thanks Jamie,” your smile is still pained but you give it anyway before taking a quick drink, followed by a deeper one seconds later. “I need some air.” you say quietly to no-one and everyone all at the same time. 

Kurt doesn’t fight to keep you at the table and instead, you notice the apologetic expression on his face as you all but flee the room and don’t stop until you’re pulling open the door that leads to the garden and step out. You gulp in the air as you close your eyes and try to clear your head. 

Everything had been so good up until then. You’d managed to keep your head down and was fully prepared to not only be civil with him but so sickly sweet he’d need an emergency trip to the dentist. 

“Fuck him,” you hiss, letting out some of your frustration under your breath. “Fuck. Him.” You repeat and follow it with a long groan. 

“I deserve that.” He says it so quickly, you barely have time to register that he’s said it at all, never mind the fact that he’s snuck up on you. Your heart pounds against your chest with such force, you can’t believe that he’s unable to hear it himself. 

“You have some nerve coming out here to me.”

“With you.” he corrects. 

You almost scoff at him as you turn to look at him properly for the first time since he arrived. “To me.” you stand your ground. “You decided a long time ago that you’d never step out with me.”

“That’s not fair.”

“What was that back there, Rúben? Seriously. “You watered down her drink.” you impersonate him. “You have no right to correct people on my details when you had no intention of sticking around.”

“So I can’t help?”

“I didn’t need your help. It was a drink. One that he’s made many times before and I’ve never felt the need to correct him before.”

“I just thought if he was making you one, he should make it how you like it.”

“You saw it as an unnecessary dick measuring competition.” You stare him down until he finally looks away. He doesn’t deny it and you knew he wouldn’t. Knew he couldn’t. 

“I didn’t think you’d be here.” Rúben tries a different tactic. 

“That’s the only reason I’m here because I didn’t think you would be.”

“The highs and lows of football.” He clicks his tongue and points to his thigh. “Felt something in my hamstring. Coach didn’t want to risk it.”

“Shouldn’t you be explaining this to your girlfriend and not me?” You hate that it slips out before you can stop it but you register the look on his face anyway. 

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Maybe not yet anyway,” you mutter it under your breath and try to push past him but he blocks your way. 

“What does that mean?”

“You weren’t ready for a relationship with me but you’re dating the closest possible thing you could find to what you really wanted but were too scared to go for.” And there it is. Months and months of conversations you’ve had with yourself as you’ve lay in bed and gone over everything that happened between you when you’ve had one too many drinks. All the rational, and irrational thinking had led to this moment. Finally putting out your theories to the one person who would either debunk or confirm them. 

You watch as he swallows hard and looks away, focusing his attention on almost anything but you. “You still can’t admit that you wanted me more than you let on, can you?”

“What difference would it make to hear it after all this time?” There’s almost a sadness in Rúben’s voice as he realises that it’s now or never to finally get to the bottom of it all. 

“Because I know I’m right about us.”

“So it’s about winning then for you,” he doesn’t word it as a question, it feels more of an accusation.

“No. It’s about needing to hear for the first time that what we had was real after months and years of you pretending that it wasn’t.”

“I never pretended.” He tries to justify his actions. “I never said that it didn’t feel real. That it was real.”

“I deserve to know that the only reason why we couldn’t have it all was because you were scared.”

His chest rises and falls as he breathes deeply, the muscle in his cheek twitches as he tries to think about what he needs to say. 

“I need to know why they were good enough but I wasn’t. Why date women who look like they could be me if you didn’t want me?” Your voice cracks and you hate that your eyes well up, hot tears now pearling at your lash line, threatening to spill over. You could kick yourself for allowing your emotions to get the better of you. 

“You were always good enough. Always. You knew that I wasn’t capable of giving you what you needed at the start. But I wanted to. I could see the life we could have had and I got inside my own head that I couldn’t live up to the version of me that you wanted. That you needed and that you deserved.”

“I’d have taken any version of you Rúben.”

“I know. And I didn’t want you to have one that wasn’t worth it at the time.”

“You hurt me.”

Three words that he’d known all this time, that he’d told himself enough times that he thought if he ever heard it from her, he’d be desensitised to it. But right here and now, he’s not. Hearing it slices into him in a way he couldn’t have predicted. 

“I know.”

“I wish that I could get over you.” you say as the tear spills in a hot streak down your cheek and drips from your chin. Another follows and another until you’re forced to wipe them away. 

“And I’m selfish enough to not want you to.”

“You’re doing a great job in trying to get me to move on though. Tell me. Where is she? At home waiting for you? Or did she have prior arrangements so she couldn’t come with you tonight?” 

“She’s probably at home. Her home.” He clarifies. “Turns out the reality of me is different to the fantasy. You’ll know about that better than anyone.”

“The reality was my fantasy. The only time you ever let me down was when you left me.”

“And if I wanted a chance to make it up to you? Would you let me?”

“I don’t know if I can trust myself to let you back in.”

“I deserve that,” he gives as much of a strained smile that you’d given earlier this evening. 

“This has emotionally drained me. I can’t do this tonight. I can’t. ”

“Turning up wasn’t my greatest plan, I’ll admit.”

“No. It wasn’t. But Rúben? I’d give you baby steps to try. Just not tonight.” 

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Winter: Snowflakes

player: Rúben Dias words: 470 request: Rúben Dias - no pref - 250 – 500 - It is your son seeing snow ❄️ for the first time and first he scares a bit then Rúben comforts him and they have a nice snowy day with lota of laughs.

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“Are you ready to see what’s outside?” Rúben’s voice seems to echo through the hallway as he makes his way back downstairs. You’ve just finished putting the final touches to the little boy’s breakfast, loading the last of the dirty cookware into the dishwasher when you hear their conversation. The little boy’s chatter quickly begins to die down as he realises that all is not normal, not in the way that he knew the world. Wriggling as much as he can, he lets out a small “down” and quickly finds himself on his feet. He pads forward, tiny feet slapping against the flooring as he hurries over to the door as fast as his little legs can carry him.

His eyes are wide and a confused expression is etched onto his face as he tries to work out what’s happened since yesterday. He’s so transfixed on the sight beyond the kitchen patio doors that he doesn’t realise that Rúben is walking behind him, and when Rúben touches his arm, the little boy jolts in surprise.

“What do you think of the snow?” you ask, stepping towards the two of them before sitting on the ground beside him as he turns to look at you. “It’s exciting, right?” You try again. He knits his eyebrows together, plump bottom lip sticking out a little more than normal as he pouts.

“Hey little man, do you want to come outside with me if I hold you?” There's still an uneasy expression painting his beautiful face but he hesitantly nods and allows himself to be scooped up in Rúben’s arms.

Only when they’re both in their boots and thick coats is the door unlocked and opened. Cold air swirls around your ankles, licking its way up your legs as you move closer, standing far enough away from the snow that spills in.

“See, it’s not so scary, is it?” Rúben all but coos in a voice that is reserved only for the baby but doesn’t fail to make you turn to mush. He takes slow, calculated steps so that the little one can hear that satisfying crunch, shifting that nervousness into a little giggle with each step. “And see, here.” Rúben adjusts the tiny body as he bends to scoop up some snow before shaping it into a perfect snowball. “A snowball.” He hands it over, watching as the tiny hands begin to hold it briefly before the cold becomes too much. “And when you have a snowball, you can do this.”

Rúben speaks so quickly yet clearly, that you barely have time to move. The powdery sphere hits your dressing gown. Your head snaps back up, fiery gaze landing on the man who simply gives you his best smile while the little boy in his arms laughs as hard as a child can.

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Sing To Me.

player: Rúben Dias words: 623 warnings: unprotected sex, mentions of (f) oral. request:  Maybe comforting him after a tough match, a loss maybe. Him taking his frustration on you and maybe in the ending we see Ruben being soft.  I know that man can fuck you good and than being all softie and caring.

A/N: smut from the very start.

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One hand grips Rúben’s shoulder, the other grips the back of the fabric couch until the knuckles of that hand whiten. Rúben’s arms hook under your knees, hands resting on your ass cheeks as he uses your body to bounce you up and down on his cock. Your wetness is audible, the sound of your pussy taking his cock only gets louder as he pulls you down onto him. 

When you arch your back, head dropping back ever so slightly, the groan that sounds in your throat when his mouth latches to your tit is an animalistic one. His lips close tight around your puckered bud, tongue swiping each and every way over it. The sensation makes your pussy clamp around him like a tight, hot fist. Pleasure rushes in waves, spreading out from both your chest and your core until it feels as though every part of you is alive and singing. 

Rúben’s skilful mouth continues, but his hands pause; with him opting to fuck up into you instead of manipulating your body to ride him. He knows your body like the back of your hand. He knows what will delay an orgasm and what will make it hit you in less than a minute. He knows your real sounds and the ones you make when you think it’ll help him finish sooner - though those ones don’t always last long and quickly become the first.

The line blurs between where one thrust finishes and another begins. Any noise, words or moans you want to vocalise are muted. You can barely keep your eyes open until you give up and close them to save the effort of trying to force them open again. Your lips remain parted with nothing more than the sound of your breathing coming from you and the lewd sound of your pussy as he fucks into you. 

You’ve never been against being used as his own personal sex toy. There have been days when you’ve been so stressed from everything that you’ve asked him to use you as he pleases and to see you as a hole that he needs to fill. And Rúben would see to your every need, filling you repeatedly until there isn’t a single thought in your head that isn’t about the way his dick feels. So when Rúben came home frustrated and in need of an outlet, you offered him the first thing that came to mind - you. 

Rúben needed no encouragement, pulling your thighs over his shoulders and devouring your pussy in ways that you only usually experience when the two of you have spent a long period of time away from one another. He hadn’t stopped until he’d drawn 2 orgasms from you before stripping himself down as much as he could patiently before pulling your trembling body onto his lap and entering you until you felt full to the brim with cock.

You know he’s close when he slowly begins to lower you to him again, once more using you to bring him to his own climax which comes only moments later. Now fully seated on his lap, you rock your hips back and forth ever so gently, milking him for all he’s worth in this moment as he rests his forehead against your chest when you come to a still. 

You stroke his hair as he peppers your skin with kisses, his arms now locking behind your back as he holds you as closely as he can. “What else can I do for you?” 

“Nothing,” he replies quietly, lips barely leaving your skin as he continues to kiss a wet path over your chest towards your neck. “I just need you to stay exactly where you are and kiss me.”

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