#ruben is my baby i love him so much

[yutofia]

Such A Mess - RD

summary: ruben inspecting your pussy after giving you a creampie

warning: smut obviously

You and ruben have been fucking none stop for numerous rounds now, making your pussy filled with his cum. He pulls out of you slowly and sits back on his haunches. He looks down at your cum-filled pussy and groans. "You look so fucking hot right now mami, stuffed full of my cum." You moan in response, unable to form any coherent sentences as you were absolutely fucked out by him. He looks at your reaction and starts spreading your pussy lips, looking at the mess he's made. He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a mirror, positioning it between your legs so you can both see your cum-filled pussy.

He spreads your lips open with his fingers again and starts to examine you, his eyes roaming over your glistening folds. "Look at how full you are, Princess. We've made such a mess together" You grin like a dumb whore at the sight, still panting at the aftermath of your crazy sex. His thick white cum is oozing out of your used and stretched hole. His gaze flicks up to meet yours, his eyes dark with lust. "You like this, don't you? Watching daddy inspect your dirty little hole, seeing how much cum he pumped into you." He starts to gently probe your entrance with a finger, feeling the warmth and slickness of your inner walls. You let out a soft whimper as you nod, your eyes fixated on the mirror. "Mmm, feel that, Princess? Your cunt is still clenching around my finger, trying to keep all my cum inside. You're so greedy for it, aren't you?" He slowly pushes a second finger inside you, scissoring them to stretch your pussy further. Your head falls back, a desperate and shameless moan escapes your lips. You love seeing your pussy covered in his slickness, it's the hottest, most taboo thing ever. He removes his fingers from your used hole, the wet sound of it being so sexy that it makes his cock throb. "Look at that, baby. You're so beautifully fucked." You look down at the mirror again and let out a moan at the sight, you indeed were beautifully fucked by his thick cock.

Sweat is forming on your forehead again, your hole clenching around nothing as you find his exploration extremely arousing. He takes your hand and places it over your mound, encouraging you to feel the wetness and mess he left inside of you. "Feel that, Princess? Feel how fucking wet and sloppy you are for me. Go on, rub yourself with my cum." Your eyes widen as you look at him. He has a smirk on his face, the softness of his eyes replaced by nothing but lust and hunger. Sensing your hesitation, he takes your fingers and uses them to smear his seed over your swollen nub, feeling you tremble at the sensation of it. "Oh fuck!" You moan at the over stimulation. He watches intently as you start to rub your clit with his cum, a low groan escaping his throat at the sight of you pleasuring yourself with his seed. You slowly slide your finger inside, letting out a shaky moan as you do so. "That's it, bebé... work it into your little pussy. Get it nice and deep so you can feel me inside you for hours." You moan loudly, trying to keep your eyes on the mirror. The sheets beneath your ass are soaked now. His hard cock throbbing with need as he watches you finger yourself. "Fuck, baby... you're so sexy like this. Playing with my cum like it's your own personal lube." You feel your body weaken as you physically can't move your hand enough to fuck yourself. "P-please i need your fingers in me" He quickly obliges, sinking two fingers back into your wet heat. "Like this, Princess? You want my fingers pumping in and out of your greedy pussy, stretching you open? Want me to fuck my cum back into you?" He starts to move them in a steady rhythm, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside you. "Yes yes yes!" You cry out like a porn star, your back arching as your eyes roll back, fingers clenching the bed sheets. He smirks, feeling your body trembling under his touch. "Cum for me, Princess. Cum hard on my fingers like a good girl." Ruben speeds up his movements, making you writhe in pleasure as he sends you spiraling towards your release.

You feel like your body is on fire. "Ruben Ruben Rubennn!" You scream his name over and over again like a mantra as you cum. His rings are drenched in your arousal as he watches with a satisfied smile on his face. You ride out your orgasm, his fingers never stopping their movements until he knows you're completely spent. Slowly pulling his fingers out, he brings them to his lips and sucks them clean, savoring the taste of your mixed arousal. "Mmm we taste so good together" You lay there panting, your ears ringing from the intense orgasm as you watch him with hazy eyes. He looks at your pussy one more time, admiring the sight of your puffy pussy as it twitches....

[99musings]

jack of all trades, rúben dias

genre: fluff, domestic fluff.

summary: when rúben declines your help to paint your baby's room, you can't hold back your tears. luckily, rúben not only knows how to paint a room, but also stop your tears.

warnings: none.

this fic is a repost of my old previous work on 808heartz.

The straps of his denim overalls sat loosely on his toned shoulders, slipping occasionally and he couldn't be bothered to fix it, focused on the strokes of paint that he was applying on the primed walls.

Rúben was pleased with himself: he didn't consider himself a painter or a carpenter, and hell, he knew he wasn't a journeyman, but he was convinced that he was in another life. He had built the crib, not from scratch, but damn near close, and he made sure it was sturdy-something that was of equal concern to the both of you, but especially for him. He had even learned how to paint the walls, and the process, making sure it was plastered and primed before he even dragged the coated brush against the wall.

"You're full of surprises, you know that?"

He turned to you and grinned, feeling his cheeks flush as the sight of your belly— almost eight months, yet you looked as if you were ready to pop at any moment, and he still couldn't wrap his head around at how quickly time had went by in your pregnancy. He thought everything he's been told about time flying was a lie, as it only felt like just yesterday you told him that the two of you were expecting.

"How'd I get so lucky with you?" You smiled as you waddled into the room, feeling as if getting to where he stood took hours from the seconds it actually was.

Your hand rested on the small of his neck and he looked down at you, brown eyes soft and full of light as he reached down to press a kiss against your lips.

Ruben's cheeks were still full with a sweet warmth, getting shy at your praises. "I got lucky with you," He sighed in content, and of course, he couldn't forget about your baby-setting down the paint brush, so his hands could caress your belly. "And you, too."

The kicks against your belly were no longer a shock to you, but they always took him by a surprise; swearing that there was a world class footballer in-the-making cooking in your stomach right now. The baby always seemed to love the compliment whenever Rúben would make it, as if she knew what he meant already, and took it literally, kicking restlessly whenever his hands laid on your stomach.

"You always know how to get her riled up."

His smile was cheeky, yet embarrassed: this was like a dream to him, something he'd only seen once and knew he had to make happen the moment he knew loved you. He's a father now, and his joy was uncontrollable-something that made the experience of carrying your baby even sweeter.

"What can I say?" Rúben shrugged, picking up the paint brush again. "She already loves her daddy."

The brush moved with a swift and gentle purpose, coating the walls as you watched him in awe.

You didn't know how he picked such a perfect color.

Of course, his newfound extensive knowledge on the most stimulating room colors for babies must've helped him a ton, but his attention to detail and all the handy work was beginning to make you feel as if you weren't doing enough now.

Granted, the forty-weeks were catching up to you, and bed rest was something your body craved nowadays, but you felt bad about Rúben doing this on his own.

Even if he didn't mind.

"Do you want me to help?"

Ruben's head cocked to the side as he sent you a knowing look, one that told you to not ask that again.

It's not that he didn't want your help, but there was no need, and as much as he tried to shout that from the rooftops, the two of you knew that you were too stubborn for your own good. Though, that wouldn't stop him from trying to get you to rest, just for a single second: you carrying his baby was enough for him, you didn't need to do anything else.

"Actually, you can help me with something." He smiled, and with one final swipe of the paint brush, he set it down before grabbing your hand. He carefully escorted you over to the rocking chair-that he built-in the corner of the room, where the rest of the decorations waited to be put to use after he finished painting, and ushered for you to sit down.

"Sit down and rest."

He laughed softly when the beaming smile on your lips fell, replaced with a scowl full of annoyance.

"I'm not gonna break from lifting up a paint brush, you know." You scoffed, plopping down on the rocking chair-a sturdy chair at that, just another thing to be in awe of Rúben and his talent. You could feel your mood changing though, and you damned your hellish pregnancy hormones, letting the tears drip down your cheeks. "Why won't you let me help you?" Your voice was meek, but the quivering of your lips and heavy breaths made your crying sound more intense than it was.

Rúben's hand fell onto your jaw, his thumb brushing over your chin, and he kneeled in front of you with a soft sigh. He made your teary eyes meet his gaze, a look that broke his heart instantaneously, and he felt like a piece of shit, despite him only wanting the best for you and the baby. Your name fell from his lips in a gentle whisper, as if he were trying to bring you right back to center.

"I'm sorry for not letting you help, meu amor," He spoke softly, tone filled with an astronomical amount of empathy and understanding that only he could ever possess. His other hand grabbed yours, intertwining them, and he held it close to his clothed chest. "I just wanted you to rest, like the doctor said. You've been so tired, and our baby girl isn't making it any easier for you... I thought me taking care of the room was going to help you relax more."

"I just feel like you've been doing all the work and I've done nothing but sit here…. and be…. be pregnant."

Your sniffling made his heart ache; he was ready to give you every single paint brush and let you work, but his desire to take care of you and carry every stressor of yours on his shoulders was stronger than he could fight. That's just who he was, and you couldn't help but love him for that.

"I'll tell you what, anjo," Rúben began to propose, and thanks to his soft grin, you suddenly felt better.

"How about you help me with this wall? And if you feel okay after, we can paint the next one together."

The gentle nod in response of yours resulted in his toothy grin, and he helped you up from the rocking chair, even walking you over to the half painted wall.

He was too courteous: coating the brush with paint, knowing that you could barely bend over now, and he handed it to you, smiling when you took it.

As your hand inched towards the wall, his eyes never left it. He was whispering gentle affirmations, soft compliments, when you would brush the paint onto the wall, just wanting to make you feel important and included. He didn't even care that you would hand him back the brush when you needed more paint—he'd be your cheerleader and get all the paint for you.

"You're gonna be an amazing dad, Ruben."

Your soft and sudden murmur made his cheeks flush, an unexpected comment that left him speechless.

That's all he wanted to be, in your eyes. He felt his heart quicken up as his lips turned up into an appreciative smile, the thought of your daughter arriving so soon, and how he'd take care of her just like how he takes care of you: him, and his heart, couldn't wait.

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

Ok in honor of the new boyfriend selfie ruben posted, can u pls write something about him as a boyfriend. Like him being really needy to his gf, sending her silly pics like that when they’re away, and being very clingy and constantly needing affection from the gf when they are finally at home together

Here it is! Hope you like it, please let me know!😌

Needy, Cute and Manly Boyfriend -R.D3

Summary: He loves having your attention

You couldn't help but smile at your phone. Your 3 years boyfriend, Rúben sent you a pic of himself and your dog, Simba. You instantly replied with a quick "my baby's😍❤️. Love you both so much"

Soon Rúben sent another selfie, this one only of himself, at the bottom there was a text "What time you'll be home? I miss you"

You were going to reply but were interrupted by a call from you boyfriend, you quickly answered it.

"Meu amor" He said "I miss you"

"I miss you too, babe; but I still have another class to go, I'll be out in about an hour and a half, after that I'm all yours"

"You already are mine"

"Well yes but you know what I mean" Rúben chuckles

"Let me know, I'll pick go and pick you up"

"Thanks, Rú. But there's no need, Lisa can give me a ride home, you're pretty tired baby, have some rest"

"None of that. You said an hour and a half, right? I'll be there"

"You're so stubborn"

"Teimoso e tudo mas é assim que me amas" (Stubborn and everything but that's how you love me)

You smile nodding "That I do" You blow him a kiss "I need to go to class right now but I'll text you as soon as I'm done, handsome"

"You do that, bonita" (beautiful) He blows a kiss into the phone "Eu amo-te, amor"

"Love you too, baby. See ya later" and with that you hung up the call and entered your class.

After what felt like an eternity you went out discussing some points with your best friend.

"But it doesn't matter if we are different mentions?"

"I don't think so to be honest"

"And what about that neurology oratory? You're planning on going?" You nod

"Dr. Jones will do it and I think it will be good, you know? He's one of the best out here and it'll fantastic if I can do my internships in his hospital"

"You're good, you will do!" She nudges your shoulder

"We don't know about that, I need to be the first one in class"

"As if you aren't?" You gave her a look before she smirked "Prince charming's here for you" You turned around to see a very well known Ferrari and your boyfriend leaning up against the car with a cap on his head. "See ya, girl!" Lisa hugged you over your shoulders, kissed you cheek and let you go

"See ya, Li" You smiled at her before walking up to your boyfriend. "Hello"

"Hello, meu Amor" You quickly gave him a kiss on his lips, his hands went over to your waist pulling you closer "Let's go home?" You nod with a smile on.

He kisses your cheek before opening the door for you and helping you get in.

You push your backpack to the backseat and wait for Rúben to start the car.

"How was your day, querida?" (Darling) He asks, his hand going straight to your thigh

"It was good! We did a pop quiz, teacher told us to go out whenever we finished and at the end he gave us the results right there and then"

"How did it go?"

"Amazing!" You smile widely "I absolutely rubbed my full grade into his face"

"Is that professor the one you told me about?" You hum "What was his nickname? Doc. Mean?" You hum

"He's just awful" He laughs "And he looks exactly like Emmet Brown"

"The doc from Back to the Future?" You nod and Rúben squeezes your thigh laughing "He does look like him"

"Awful" You laugh with him as you watch how he changes the route to your house "You need to go somewhere?"

"We are going somewhere" He put emphasis to the we

"Where are we going then?"

"To get some burgers"

"You don't eat them"

"But you do" He shrugs "I can have a little cheat day"

"You having a cheat day?" Rúben looks at you during a red light "What did you do to my boyfriend?"

"No. What did you do to me? I never break a diet until you came around"

"So I'm at fault?"

"More or less, you love burgers and I love you. Having a burger once in a while won't kill me"

"It better not. I'll be a widow even before getting married"

"That's definitely something we don't want"

"Definitely not" You grip his hand with one of yours and hug his arm with the other "Can you also get me a?" -

"Double meat, double cheese burger with extra fries and a chocolate chip cookie? I know"

"I know you know... But I wanted-"

"An iced caramel mocha?" You look at him narrowing your eyes

"You know me"

"I have to, tu és a minha menina" (you're my girl) you smiled feeling him leaning over the console to kiss you quickly. He rolled down the window and greeted the worker before ordering.

A few minutes later, both of you were on your way back to your house, singing and humming along the songs on your shared playlist.

"Gonna take a quick shower, I'll be back in ten" You said as soon as you got inside, however Simba made it difficult for you, he wanted his attention. "You're my babyboy but you gotta let me go and take a shower, baby"

"Simba, I'm the only one who can jump on her!" You heard Rúben's voice inside the kitchen and then you heard the blender go on

"Dad's jealous. You're my baby" You kissed his fourry face.

"Weren't you going to shower?"

"I'm giving my baby love"

"You don't need to give Simba that much of love, you can give it to me"

"Are you jealous of a dog?"

"Pufff!" He gave you a look "Obviously yes. I'm supposed to be the only one you give your love and attention to"

"You are. But also is Simba" You kissed the dog's head once again

"Nonono!" His cries made you laugh "Simba, get off!"

"He likes the attention way too much"

"Even I do if it's yours!" You break in laughter

"You know I'll give you all my attention after I shower and eat?"

"What are you waiting for to do that?" He asks making you laugh more

"You are so jealous of your dog"

"I am!"

"Please don't take it in the wrong way but you're so needy, I love it"

"I'm not needy"

"És tão giro" (You're so cute) You said in between giggles

"Sou um homem viril, não sou giro" (I'm a manly man, I'm not cute)

"You are both, actually"

"Go take a shower, I'll set something up so we can watch while we eat and you love on me"

"Sounds like a deal" Rúben smiled before turning around to the kitchen "Hey" You call him as he turns

"What?"

You grab his hand and pull him down so you could kiss his lips softly "My needy, cute and manly boyfriend"

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[footballerimaginess]

Relaxing day at home

Flufftober 2024 1. Relaxing day at home Ruben Dias Word Count: 475 Ruben had finally had a day off, the footballing season was hectic this season with the amount of games coming around very quickly. You barely got to see him. So when you suggested that Ruben would spend the day at home to relax, he was more than happy to oblige.

"So seeing as today is my day off are we just going to lay in bed?" he asked as he opened his eyes as you wrapped a dressing gown around your body. "If you would like to, I need to make a cup of tea. So guessing you want one?" you asked as he barely lifted his head up from the pillow. "Someone is a sleepy boy" you cheekily replied as you gently stroked his face before leaving him to rest. "Here we go amor" you smiled as you past him a cup of tea. "I do love my tea, I can see why you Brits love it" he laughs as you climb into bed and snuggle up beside him. "Me too, warms you up on these cosy mornings. I do need a cuddle, I am feeling cold. I now regret not getting food because I can hear my belly rumbling" you laughed as you leaned into him as he wrapped his hand around your stomach. "I have missed these mornings with you baby" Ruben muttered as he pressed his lips to your cheek. "I do too, feels really great that we actually have a day off together. Feels like it has been so long since we have had time just us. I have really needed this" you whispered. "We do need this" he mumbled as you cosied up closer to him. "What are you watching anyway?" you asked him as you glanced up at the TV. "No clue, never seen it before. But I am not watching the news. Shall we just start a series and make a proper relaxing day of this I think? because it is still super early. Unless you wanna take another nap because I am so sleepy still" you let out a loud yawn. "I'll just leave it on this if you want to sleep more, you have been working really hard this week no wonder you are tired. Then I can make us some breakfast if you want" Ruben suggested as you crawled out of bed, taking your dressing gown off. "Will you stay and cuddle me please?" you pleaded as you laid down beside him as you laid your head gently on his leg. "Of course I will angel" Ruben pressed a kiss to the side of your head as you cuddled up to him and slowly closed your eyes as you tried to get some sleep. That was how you spent the rest of the day, laying in bed and sleeping as much as you could.

[melanieph321]

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."

[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.

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rúben was the one not okay that morning.

you turned out to opt out sleeping that night, despite being cuddled by your husband—which was your favourite way to go to sleep, even faring better than being lullabied—but rúben forgot you were living your life for two people for these nine months, so you still had a bar of energy and excitement while he had to drag his feet to the en suite bathroom.

you were literally counting in seconds as to when you’d get to the chinatown. your legs were involuntarily shaking from excitement, while he’d become more sensitive due to the lack of sleep (per his standard). as soon as the car stopped at the parking lot, you ran to the nearest entrance and lost yourself in quest to find the fruit. it wasn’t even 8 AM yet.

rúben had to call and asked you to share your live location, in case you were lost. but you were already moving in a pace so different than those mothers he’d gotten to know lately due to the parenting class, there was no way he could catch up.

“where are you?” as soon as his phone rang, he picked up, panting from the endless count of steps inside a huge market. “i cannot find you.”

coincidentally, you happened to call rúben in order to tell him that you were going to line in a queue to a small shop selling imported exotic fruits. the small hadn’t been open, yet there was already a waiting list, and in your dictionary of words it should only mean that the said shop was relevant to be called the local’s favourite.

“there you are,” rúben was about to comment

like a lucky charm, they were called in to make their purchase not long after.

you had your eyes already set on durian, so when the uncle asked if you wanted to eat at that place or bring home a peeled one, you didn’t hesitate to have them immediately. besides, you didn’t know how to split durian into two and whatnot.

“oh my god, so damn good!” you didn’t waste a minute to dance your little moves that you made to indicate you’re happy at that moment. “i can eat this every day for the rest of my life!”

good god, please help me.

“you should try, baby!” you were so excited to share your happiness with your husband, one hand holding a tiny bit of yellow and ready to be shoved into rúben’s mouth. who could deny such endearing request? “you’ve never had one before!”

and that was also the last time rúben had a bite of that yellow, mushy inside of durian. apart from the smell, he decided he didn’t like the texture and the bitter aftertaste.

but that was him. you, on the other hand, were munching the fruit as if it was going to be your last time seeing that scarce fruit. it appalled rúben too even at the length and amount you could eat in one seating. and looking at that, seeing you were this elated, it also made him full—in every sense of the word, literally and figuratively.

when you were done with the last chunk, you grinned at him, rather sheepishly. maybe you were drunk from the fruit, maybe you were shy because you just let out one hell of an appetite. “thank you for coming here with me.”

“anytime, my love, but we’re not doing this again. okay, meu anjo?” rúben wiped your fingers one by one from the sticky texture, internally wincing at the stinky smell. “promise me that.”

“sim, meu amor.”

[devilishchaos]

Can you write a ruben smut where maybe it’s the middle of the night or maybe very early in the morning, and y/n and ruben are sound asleep in bed with ruben spooning her and at one point she probably having a dream and she unconsciously backs her behind towards ruben and starts moving slowly. And ruben wakes up and gently wakes her up. Upon letting her know what had just happened and becomes mortified but when he said he was into it, and making sure she consent, they do it from the back being impossibly close with the whole thing being intimate and passionate, and thank you for your writing - you're my favorite

Love on you | Rúben Dias imagine

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

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Warnings: Explicit smut, explicit talk, use of pet names "baby", "babe", "princesa"

AN: This is heaven! I LOVED this concept and I LOVED working on it, thank you so much. <3 enjoy x

Word Count: 1 975 words

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

When you woke up, it wasn’t to the sound of your alarm. You became aware of your consciousness when you felt a warm hand stroking up and down your arm. Then down your back, gliding over the oversized t-shirt you’d slept in, down to graze over your panties, finally landing on your hip. After a moment, it went in reverse, moving slowly, the touch so gentle and pleasant that it almost put you back to sleep. 

Still half out of it, your breathing stayed even, eyes remaining closed as you let Rúben trace over you. When he shuffled a bit closer, you could feel his chest pressed to your upper back, his hand changing its path to caress over the bare skin of your thigh up to your ass. Then there was a press of lips to your shoulder, so soft that you were almost sure you were dreaming. 

God, it felt good. You didn’t want him to ever stop. Barely able to compose a thought, you still registered how sweet it was, him just slowly kissing your skin and holding you close to him. Perhaps Rúben liked the feel of you as much as you did of him. 

When he moved to kiss your neck, your shoulder twitched up slightly and he paused for a moment before continuing. A quiet hum came out of you a moment later, unable to keep it in at the feeling of his lips pressing against you, your hair being gently combed out of the way. 

“Hi..” you said so quietly that it was barely audible at all. 

“You don’t have to wake up. I just wanted to touch you.” he grumbled low against your skin, arm tightening around your waist. 

“You can touch me.” you whispered back softly, about to doze off again with his permission. 

So he did, continuing to explore you with his lips as he caressed a finger over your midsection, almost tickling your ribs with how light his touch was. Somehow it was just making you more sensitive to him, faint chills erupting on your skin. 

“Is this okay?” Rúben asked directly in your ear while his fingers teased at the hem of your (his) t-shirt, pushing it up and slipping them under until his whole palm was pressed warm against you, starting at your hip and slowly moving up. 

“Mhmm..” you sounded in agreement, nodding a little as you adjusted your position a bit, pressing your ass back against him, happy to feel him against you. 

It would’ve been nice to roll over, pull him to you in a slow morning kiss. But you felt so at ease, body totally relaxed, plus you were a bit curious at what he might do next. The thought of it, paired with the feel of his erection hardening against your ass, were enough to have you excited, even in your dreamy state. 

“I’m going to kiss you. You can keep sleeping.” Rúben whispered, adjusting to sit up a bit more so he could trail his kisses over more of you, your t-shirt ending up bunched up so he could brush his lips over your hip and in the dip of your waist. 

Somehow your panties had been removed when your eyes fluttered a bit, you waking slightly once again to something warm grazing up and down the back of your thigh, teasing to the inner portion so that it was just brushing over your pussy. A faint whimper came out of you in your confusion, the light touch eliciting a feeling through your core so easily. Your nipples were hard, poking against your t-shirt uncomfortably. 

Another tantalizing brush over your pussy lips then the mattress was moving behind you again, weight causing your body to shift slightly. The movement up your thigh, against your cunt, up over your ass then back down became consistent, causing you to go back into your slumber. 

When you woke once more, the pleasure was much more intense, something hot and hard flicking back and forth over your clit and through the wetness at your entrance. You became aware of heavy breaths behind you, a quiet groan from Rúben coming out and causing your heart to race as your mind started to piece together the physical sensations with reality. 

A soft moan left you as your hips pushed back against the feeling, wanting more, suddenly hyper-aware of how needy your cunt was, how empty it felt, being teased over and over by his cockhead. 

“Fuck.” a low grunt came from the hot body pressed behind you. 

You whimpered at the sound, pussy clenching around the tip of him in invitation. When Rúben’s lips found your shoulder once again, you turned your head, blinking a few times to focus on him. Just as you locked gazes, he pushed in more, the sudden shock of the stretch causing you to gasp at him with wide eyes. 

“Oh, fuck. How do you feel so good, amor?” he groaned loudly before closing his eyes shut. 

Overwhelmed, your body took over, pulsing around his cock as your hips rolled back, trying to get him in deeper. He’d gotten you so wet and ready..now you just wanted to feel full. Once again, he was cursing, hand finding your hip and following your shallow movements. But it was too hard in your position to get as much as you wanted. 

“Please..baby.” you whined.

“Please what?” he asked, meeting your eyes before interrupting your ability to answer with his lips on yours. 

“More. I- I n- need more, need you to f- fuck me.” you moaned into his mouth, squirming against him in search of friction, before pulling back. 

He hummed into your neck, pulling you close with both arms wrapped around you until your torso was flush with him “Just wanted to feel you.”

A sad little whimper came out of you and you felt him twitching inside of you. 

“But you turned me on so much.” you whined quietly as you turned forward, grabbing the pillow and trying not to sound as bratty as you felt right then and there. 

“Mm, I know, baby. You got so wet for me. So cute and sexy, moaning and sighing in your sleep.” he whispered right in your ear. 

His words were making you clench more and more, causing you to soak his cock and the inside of your thighs. 

“Made me so fucking hard..fuck..I’m so hard for you.”

“Yeah, I know.” you whined once more “Please, meu amor, please fuck me. Wanna feel more of you.” 

“You have me, baby. I’m inside you.”

“No, you’re not.” 

Rúben chuckled quietly then just when you thought he was going to speak again, he thrust his hips forward sheathing the last few inches inside of you and making you cry out, gripping onto the arm that was wrapped around your middle and across your chest. 

“Oww, fuuuuck.” you moaned, your hips once again pushing forward and back, succeeding only in sliding him in and out an inch or so “Again, please.” 

“So whiny and needy this morning.” 

“For you. It’s your fault.” you told him, breathless already as your pussy ached. 

Thankfully, he listened, beginning to push his hips marginally, then a bit more, losing the lock on his lips when his cock started to slide in faster, breathing pretty little groans into the crook of your neck. 

Your back arched away from him, letting him press deeper. He felt so good, wrapped around you, pulsing inside of you. The wet sounds of him slipping into you over and over were audible, even from under the sheets. When he moved to prop himself back up, his hand switched to your hip to leverage his thrusts, allowing him to fuck into you harder. 

“Ahh, yes. Rúben, fuck- ” you choked out, everything getting more intense as he took advantage of his power. Already feeling like you could come too easily, you slipped your hand down between your legs, the addition of your fingertips swirling over your swollen clit, causing you to let out a throaty groan as you tensed around him. 

“You feel so good..” he moaned, practically whispering “Oh my, God.” It just made it better, how he sounded so soft, his voice breathy and needy. 

“You’re gonna make me come, Rúbes.” you mewled into your pillow, your hips pushing back to meet him, the pressure building inside of you as he pounded deep in your walls. 

“Ugh, yes- fuck, fuck, fuck..” the word fell from your mouth continuously, a bit louder, a bit tighter with the pleasure radiating from your core where your clit was throbbing under your fingertips. 

“Come for me, princesa. Wanna feel you coming around me- ”

Before he could finish the words, you were, letting out a low breathy moan that might have resembled ‘holy shit’ in some shape or form, the feeling washing over your whole body. 

“Oh my God, fuck! Oh, fuck.” he let out with a multitude of other ridiculously hot sounds as he came as well, still giving you shallow desperate thrusts as best as he could, even as he faltered through his release. 

“Oh, yes..yes, give it to me, baby.” you echoed his sentiment but in a shaky whisper as you began to come down, your orgasm ricocheting inside you with each additional movement. 

He adjusted his hand, holding once again around your chest so you were close to him as he rolled into you a few more times, slower and without much consciousness. His forehead pressed gently to your shoulder while your hand went back to hold his hip, simply wanting to be touching him more. 

Eventually you both stopped the languid waves of your bodies against one another, stilling completely to catch your breaths. Blinking away the remains of sleep, your awareness caming back. 

If you could wake up like this every morning, how could any day be a bad day?

Rúben’s head laid against the pillow now but he was still right up against you, his breath hitting the back of your neck. To fully wrap you up, his hand had moved to cup your breast, just holding it in his warm grasp. 

You found yourself smiling.

“Hmm. Time to go back to sleep.” he mumbled cutely, burying his face into you. 

“If I wasn’t hungry, I might actually agree to that.” your hand traced over his hip to the side of his ass where a perfect divot sat thanks to all his muscles. 

“But if you go back to sleep, it means I get to wake you up again.” Rúben said as he lifted, leaning onto his hand to look over at you, finally letting you get a good look at him: beautiful, flushed, his messy morning hair everywhere. And, of course, smiling. 

“Don’t tempt me, Dias..” 

He chuckled, sitting up more. His hand moved to your thigh to push it up slightly as he withdrew before he was turning to his side of the bed and getting up. 

“Rúben!” you said suddenly before allowing yourself to move an inch “Did you-? Did we-?” 

“Huh?” he asked as he walked away from the bed. 

Then you watched as he dropped a tied-off condom in the little trash can. 

“Oh, okay. Whew.” you rushed out with a gust of air, a relieved smile pushing up on your cheeks “For a second, I thought you weren’t wearing a condom.” 

“Oh. No, I wouldn’t do that.” he replied quickly, brows squishing together. 

“No, I know. I just..in the moment..I worried you forgot.” you said with a little shrug, biting down on your bottom lip. 

“Baby, you were practically asleep.” he said with a little chuckle, coming over to where you were still lounging under the covers, leaning and giving you a kiss on the forehead “Don't be anxious. I got you.”

[nosugarallspice]

I had the hottest thought and i have to share it with you babes 🤭🤭 so just imagine you are sitting with Ruben in bathtub.... And it's all cute and sweet your back is to his chest and you both are just relaxing, but he gives you these kisses all over your shoulders, neck and face and it gets pretty steamy 😫 so you are basically riding him in reverse cowgirl, you are kind of leaning on his knees, bouncing on his cock, just these shameless mouns coming out of your mouth. And he grabs you by your jaw and gives you the filthiest kiss, tounge and all 🤤 and its so good, you kind of get lost in it and you stop riding him for a second, so he gets impatient and smacks your butt and tells you "c'mon, bounce on my cock like a good girl", so you try your best to get back into it, and he kind of wraps his hands around you, one hand goes on your boob and another is rubbing your clit. So Ruben knows you are getting close and he is all praise like " you are doing so good, squeeze my cock pretty girl". So when you come you are so exhausted, you stop moving, but he hasn't come yet so Ruben's hand goes to your waist and he holds you in place, and start thrusting up into you and tells you to "be a good girl, stay still and take it ". He fucks you rough and fast until he comes and gives you your second orgasm of the night. And then he pulls out and pulls you into his chest, he peppers your face and shoulders with little kisses and tells you how good you were for him and how much he loves you 🤤🤤🤤 A DREAM. Anyways, feel free to add anything if you want. Love your writing and hope you are doing good my love 😘

This one hit 🤭 // thank you for sharing baby!! I hope you like how this came out. I made sure to add everything you wanted <3 if you have any other ideas don’t hesitate to share!!!

Minors DNI!!!

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You let out a satisfied hum as you sat in the warm water, leaning back into Ruben, he hands rubbed along your body.

He began to plant kisses along your shoulder, your neck and now your face. His kisses were always so soft and gentle. His lips felt like velvet against your skin.

His hands slide up to your tits, grabbing them, tugging at your nipples while his tongue works against yours.

—

His hands resting on your hips to help you move, your ass slamming back down onto him as you ride him. Your back side facing him; such a pretty sight for him. Each time you came down, water splashed out of the tub from your movements.

Your hands rested on his knees to help you keep balance. Moans escaping you, your head thrown back. This angle pushed him in deeper, you could feel the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot.

Moving one hand from your hip, up to your jaw, grabbing it roughly and pulling you back as he leaned forward, kissing you; it was heated and messy; his tongue practically down your throat, you could feel the saliva pooling from the sides of your mouth.

You get so lost in the kiss that you don’t notice you’ve stopped your movements, Ruben being the impatient man he is, he gives you a smack on the ass, his hand resting on your throat.

“C’mon baby, bounce on my cock like a good girl.” He smiled, placing a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you tried your best to get back into it.

He readjusted himself, one hand now resting on your tit, giving it a squeeze and the other rubbing your clit. “That’s it, baby.” You whimper in response, unable to verbally respond in that moment.

“You’re doing so good.” He whispered in your ear. Your pussy clenching around his cock, letting him know you’re close.

“Just like that, squeeze my cock pretty girl.”

“You’re gonna make me cum!” You cry out, you keep bouncing, riding out your orgasm. Eventually stopping; your legs feel like jelly, you lean back into him, exhausted.

—

“I’m not done with you baby.” You felt his arms wrap around your waist. “I can’t.” You whimper as you feel him start to thrust into you. He holds you in place while he fucks into your aching cunt.

“Be a good girl for me, hm?” He kisses your shoulder. You nod, tears stream down your face, it hurts but feels so good.

His pace was brutal at this point.

“Stay still and take it. I know you can.” He groans.

You could feel yourself reaching another orgasm, your pussy clenching around him once again. His name falling from your lips like a prayer as you get closer to your release.

Your head thrown back against his shoulder, your hands gripping the bathtub as you reach your second orgasm. Your body trembles against his, whimpers leaving your lips.

Ruben continues to fuck into you. His own release close; his thrusts become sloppier,

soon spilling himself inside you.

—

He helped you wash up, wrapping a towel around you. He carried you into the bedroom, setting you down on the bed, grabbing one of his shirts and helping you into it.

Ruben was quick to pull you into his chest, the blanket over the two of you. Your tired eyes staring into his eyes as you smile.

He leaned down, placing kisses on your head and lips. “You did so good.” He smiled, his hand caressing your cheek.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you.” You spoke softly as you cuddled into him. Your eyes grew heavy as you listened to his heartbeat.

[libraryofloveletters]

Sing It With Me

John Stones x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, the boys are so unhinged - especially john and kyle, ruben's in his vlogging era, sash are sooo over them, broken tables, terrible singing, jack and erling are attached at the hip per usual, reader is ready to go to bed and not deal with them, a few minor injuries.

Word Count: 834

Author's Note: I feel like this perfectly captures what the man city christmas parties would look like lmao

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John’s Christmas parties were famous for being crazy and unhinged, much like their host himself; because who else would end up drunk on a table, singing Christmas carols? 

John's Christmas party was famous amongst the Manchester City players; a night of fun, antics and plenty of booze.

Coincidently, your husband's ideal idea of a perfect night.

It was a week before Christmas and it's nearing 4am. "Are you sure you don't want to wait for him? You'll be alright to get home alone?" You asked Sasha, walking with her to the front door.

The woman nods, "he's not gonna leave anytime soon, I'd be shocked if he was home when I woke up."

Both you and Sasha knew how Jack was, his tendency to party outweighing his logical decisions.

You laughed, giving her a hug. "I'll keep an eye on him, keep him out of trouble. Let me know when you get home, yeah?"

"Of course," she smiles and you watch her walk to her car and get in before you shut the door and rejoin the group in the living room.

The boys who were left; Ruben, Jack, Erling and Kyle, were all drunk and giggling about who knows what. Your husband was pouring another round of shots when you dropped yourself on the couch next to Ruben.

"Tired?" He asks, his fingers tapping along his thigh to the beat of Last Christmas by WHAM that was playing quietly.

"Exhausted."

John comes in, tray in hand as he passes the shots around to the boys. He sits on the arm rest of the couch, his own arm around you. "Cheers! Happy Christmas!"

The seven of you messily attempt to tap your glasses together and down the shots.

At that very moment, it seemed as if the music had bitten your husband. He began singing terribly off key. You groan, slouching back into the couch. "Johnny, please.. don't start."

"Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away," he gets up, pointing to you as he sings.

Kyle jumps up from his spot, getting onto the coffee table. "This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special!" He shimmed along to the music and you can't help but laugh.

John joins his friend on the coffee table, the two of them dancing and singing along; it sounded more like screeching rather than singing. You assume it's the thought that counts.

Before you know it, Jack's up on the couch and singing too.

"Once bitten and twice shy. I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye." He does his little dance, hips popping from side to side.

It seems to have become the Manchester City musical in here because Erling gets up, tv remote in hand as a microphone when he too starts to sing. "Tell me baby, do you recognize me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me!"

You roll your eyes, "oh my god."

"Y/n! Y/n! What do you think?" Ruben shouts from behind his phone, the flash on as he points to you - he decided to make a video of their lovely performance.

"It's fantastic, 10/10 truly."

Erling grabs John's arm, leaving Jack to bounce on the couch alone.

"It's not gonna hold, you guys. The table isn't meant for that many-" And before you could finish your sentence, and just as Ruben pans to them, there's a crack and the table collapses in on itself.

"Are you guys okay?" You're out of your seat as fast as they fall on each other.

"Erling!" Jack gets off the couch and helps his friend up.

Ruben is still standing there, phone in hand as he recorded all the chaos. You, on the other hand, help Kyle up and then pull John up off the floor.

It takes you a second to check all of them, making sure the broken glass and wood hasn't nicked them anywhere. Kyle slouched on the couch, Ruben was 'interviewing' him, asking him about his performance and what he thought of it.

Erling was sitting on the floor, his head on Jack's knee while Jack was trying to take a selfie of them.

John was lying on the floor still, next to the broken coffee table.

"I told you the table couldn't hold all of you." You tell them, coming back to put a bandaid on John's wrist. "It was fun though," John mumbles, his arm pulling you down onto his chest.

Kyle gives Ruben a shove, the Portuguese take that as a sign to stop recording. "I'll buy you a new table." Kyle mumbles, taking a sip of his beer that he had left next to the couch.

Technically, it was Erling who broke it, so..." You trailed off, looking at the man who was half asleep.

Erling gives you a thumbs up, "send me the link, I'll buy it."

You can't help but smile as you look around the living room; all you husband's teammates and closest friends were here, all drunk and sprawled out, chaotic as ever.

It's not the holidays without the chaos, is it?

[yutofia]

Imagine him crawling to u whilst ur lying down and he puts his head under ur shirt and hides whilst he rests his head on ur boobs 😭 like a little baby

that's so hot and cute at the same timeee

like imagine he's just back from a game, tired and frustrated from the loss. so without saying a word he crawls towards you and playfully tucks his head under your shirt, resting his head on your breasts. "Ruben?" you would ask as you chuckle, not so surprised by his move since you know how much he loves your tits and wants to be babied. "Mmm?" He hums, his voice slightly muffled by the fabric. "What are you doing under there?" you ask. he chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. "Just taking a little rest." he says, nuzzling closer to you. "Between my tits?" you ask as you wrap your arms around him. he grins against your skin, continuing to nuzzle and press his face against your breasts. "Mmmhmm." He confirms, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. "They're so soft and comfortable, I couldn't resist."

[rubendiasthoughts]

Just so you know, I am not writing about any of his actual ex girlfriends. For the purpose of this story, let's just pretended he dated some sort of an influencer or something like that 😅

Anyways, hope you enjoy! This was written based on an idea sent to me by my lovely Portuguese bestie, so thank you babe ❤

Reader gets angry at Ruben after his ex talks shit on a reality show and Ruben convinces the reader she is the only one he cares about:

You couldn't help the feeling of jealousy that was bubbling in the pit of your stomach, as you listened to the words leaving the mouth of a woman on your phone screen. You got tagged in that video so many times you finally decided to check what it was about, not expecting it to be a fragment of an interview given by your husband's ex. For your understanding, it was this type of a confession interview that people give on reality shows. Ruben's ex apparently decided to take part in one and she didn't miss the opportunity to bring up his name. The things she was saying making you clench your teeth in anger. She was boasting about a certain famous footballer (not giving a name, but it was so obvious who she meant) who was so head over heels in love with her - she claimed she was the one to break up with him, after he made it clear he wanted to marry her. She was gushing all about how obsessed he was with her, how he told her she was the love of his life and the only one he could ever want, insinuating his relationship with you was only a way for him to try and forget about his ex. Making it seem like you were only a rebound. In the back of your mind you knew that what she said was not true, you knew getting mad about it was stupid, however you couldn't help but feel pure anger.

The jealousy that overtook you making you give a cold shoulder to your husband. He seemed to be extremely confused when he made it back from training that afternoon and you dodged his kiss, without as much as even saying hello to him. He tried to ask you what happened, what was the reason of your unusual behaviour, but you just kept ignoring him. After few failed attempts he decided to give up, to give you some space and come back to the topic later. He decided to mind his own business for a little while, so he occupied himself with some lengthy Netflix show. However, after hours have passed, he couldn't keep acting like nothing has happened, he was determined to make amends with you before the two of you nodded off, not wanting to go to bed angry at each other. He raised himself from the couch and went to find you, he stumbled through the rooms of your house until he finally found you, putting on your complicated skincare routine in front of your bathroom mirror. He leaned against the doorfarme and looked at your reflection in silence, until you realized his presence and your eyes met his in the mirror. For a while neither of you said anything, but it was Ruben who broke the silence.

"Will you tell me what I did to make you so upset?" he asked, but didn't receive any response from you. "C'mon y/n, this is childish. Can't we just talk it out?" irritation was clear in his voice.

"Oh, I am the one who is childish?! Why won't you say that about your ex girlfriend, huh? Is she not childish for going on a fucking reality show, talking all about how she is the one who you really wanted to be with?" you screamed at him, turning on your heel to be able to look at him and crossing your arms on your chest in anger.

Ruben blinked at your words, his brows furrowed as if he was shocked at what you have just said.

"You saw that?" he stuttered after a while of what seemed like him gathering his words.

"How do you expect me not to see it, when it's all everybody is talking about? Do you know how many people tagged me in it, how many people sent that video to me, laughing in my face about how your ex was so much better then me?" your eyes drilling into Ruben, anger and jealousy racing through your veins.

"Baby, please don't listen to any of that, you know it's not true. Please let's just have a calm talk..." he tried to reason with you, but it had quite the opposite effect, his composure pissing you off even more.

"No, I don't want to talk. You know what? Maybe you should just go back to her if she's so great, huh?" you spit out those words before turning back around so that you were facing the mirror again. Just as you were about to start putting your cream on your face again, you felt heat of a body pressing against your back. You looked up and saw the reflection of your husband right behind you, his arms wrapping around you, his head dropping to the crook of your neck and soon you felt his lips tracing your soft skin. He rutted his hips into you, making you very aware of the growing erection hidden in his sweatpants.

"Don't you see what you do to me, baby?" he rasped straight into your ear. "You think I care about anybody else but you?" he mumbled into the skin of your neck, before running his tounge against it. "Gonna let me show you who I belong to, baby?" he asked you, raising his head and looking at you through the mirror. After seeing you nod, his hands worked on the knot of your robe, until ha managed to undo it and slid the silky material down your arms. His hands immediately rested on your hips, pushing you on the counter so that you would lean against it. One of his hands traveled up your back, rested between your shoulder blades and pushed you forward, making you rest your weight on your hands on the countertop and arch your back slightly. He bunched up the material of your night gown over your hips as his lips worked on the sensitive skin of your shoulders and your neck.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful, so perfect for me" he praised you as his fingers hooked under the material of your panties and pulled them down your legs. He only slightly lowered the material of the sweatpants and the boxers that he was wearing, to be able to take out his hard cock. He wrapped his hand around it, giving it few tentative pumps before guiding himself to your entrance.

"Look at me" he ordered, as he teased your already dripping hole with the tip of his cock. "Gonna fuck you dumb, baby, make you forget about all of that bullshit, you understand?" Ruben asked, as he pushed the head of his dick into your thight walls.

You let out a moan, only able to nod your head in response. Ruben's large hands grabbed a thight hold of your hips once again, as he pushed himself deeper inside you, groans leaving his mouth at the feeling of your warm cunt swallowing his length. Your hands gripped the countertop roughly as Ruben set a harsh pace with his deep thrusts. One of his hands left your hip and traveled to the front of your body until it reached your neck. He gripped your throat, squeezing it and making you raise your head up, so that you could watch what he was doing to you in the mirror.

"Look how well we fit together, pretty girl. It's like you were made for me." he groaned right next to the shell of your ear, making you let out another shaky moan. He added more pressure to your throat, while his hips were slamming into yours in a brutal pace. "Fuck, you're so thight, best pussy I've ever had, you heard me?" Ruben asked you through gritted teeth.

Your throat was dry, the pleasure running through you so overwhelming, you felt like you wouldn't be able to let out a word if you tried, so you opted for an eager nod of your head. However, Ruben wasn't having any of that, as he let go of your neck and grabbed a fistful of your hair, making your head tilt back.

"Asked you a question angel, I need to hear words" he reminded you in a raspy voice, before attaching his lips to the skin of your exposed neck.

"Yes... Yes, Ruben" you let out in between the shameless moans that were escaping your mouth. Your eyes shut closed at the feeling of his teeth digging into the sensitive skin of your shoulder.

"That's my good girl." a smirk spread on his face at the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock. "You gonna cum for me, baby?" he asked, his fast and deep strokes inside of you not letting up.

"Yes... Please, don't stop" you begged, feeling tingles spread in your tummy, a sign of your orgasm approaching.

"Go on baby, squeeze my cock like a good girl" Ruben encouraged you, his eyes glued to your reflection, as he admired your face scrunched up from the pleasure he was giving you. "Gonna cum deep inside you, show you who I belong to" he groaned, as your orgasm washed through you, him following you soon, emptying his load inside of you.

After the two of you came down from your highs, Ruben slowly pulled out of you, letting out a hiss. He turned you around in his arms, pressing a kiss to your temple before putting you up on the counter. He fixed his sweatpants and went to find a cloth to clean you up, returning to your side in a matter of few seconds.

"You are the only one for me" he whispered against your lips, before capturing them in a sweet kiss. A feeling of ease washed through you at his reassurance and you rested your head against his chest when he broke the kiss. Ruben's chest filled with ease, knowing that the two of you were okay again.

[lucy90712]

Bad Timing- Ruben Dias

WC: 3.4k My eyes opened slowly when I felt a hand gently rubbing my cheek and as I was coming to my senses a kiss was pressed to my nose which made me smile slightly. As my eyes adjusted I saw my lovely husband Ruben stood on my side of the bed ready to go to his training session. Since I entered the last few weeks of pregnancy this has been our routine as I have found it increasingly difficult to get out of bed. I was hoping we wouldn't need to be doing this for this long as my due date was nearly a week ago but here I am still very much pregnant and struggling with pretty much everything. 

"I'm sorry to wake you love but I need to leave in a minute and I didn't want to leave you here until I got back" Ruben said softly 

"It's ok I need to get up anyway my back is killing me" I said 

"I'm sorry amor let me help you get settled downstairs and maybe when I get back I can see what I can do to help you" he said 

"Thanks Rubes but it's ok I don't think there is anything you can do it's just pregnancy pain" I said 

He didn't say anything else instead he just helped me up and then down the stairs and to my usual spot on the sofa which has everything I need. Being the amazing husband he is Ruben filled up my water bottle for me and got me some breakfast before giving me one last kiss and heading out the house. I always hate when Ruben leaves but I know he has to go to training and I'm certainly not going to stop him unless I really have to. We were both hoping that the baby would be here by now as Ruben had a few days off not too long ago which would've been perfect timing but instead our little one wanted to wait until there is a long run of games. 

Usually once I get out of bed some of my back pain subsides but today it only seemed to be getting worse which made any way I tried to sit very uncomfortable. It seems that today everything hurts my back, my feet, my ribs just everything is sore which is a horrible feeling but it's only going to get worse when I actually go into labour. For the last week I have done nothing but sit on this sofa which has been driving me mad but I just can't do anything else no matter how much I try it's just too exhausting. 

After sitting down for a while I had to get up to use the bathroom which was difficult but I got myself up and to the bathroom eventually. As I was walking back I felt liquid gush down my legs which a few minutes ago I would've thought was something else but at this time it's very clear that my waters have just broken. At some point I knew this would happen but it still really shocked me and I didn't know what to do, do I call Ruben or do I wait as it could still be a long time before this baby arrives. Our hospital bag isn't even fully packed yet because we have had other things going on and it has just slipped my mind. There is so much to do but I can't do it all by myself or at least not all at once so I need to think clearly.

First I got changed as my clothes were wet and while I was upstairs I finished packing the hospital bag which made me feel a lot more relaxed. After I got back downstairs I cleaned the floor and then went to sit back down so I could grab my home and text Ruben. While doing other things I decided that just texting Ruben would be best that way he could decide what he wanted to do whenever he read the message and if I need him before he has chance to read it I can call someone at the training ground to go and get him. 

You: my waters have just broken. Don't feel like you need to come home it could be hours yet. Enjoy training x

It's not everyday you send a text saying you are in labour so I didn't really know what to say I just know I wanted to sound as calm as possible so I tried to not make it seem like a big deal even though it kind of is. 

As time progressed on I could start to feel proper contractions which were still very far apart but they were definitely more painful than I had anticipated. The first few I managed to breathe through on my own but then the pain almost started to accumulate and I was really struggling on my own. I thought of calling Ruben  a few times but I stopped myself as I knew he has to work and I'm not far enough into labour to bother him yet. As a compromise I decide to send a few more texts just in case he happens to glance at his phone as then he'll see a few messages from me and maybe he'll read them. 

You: what time does your training finish? 

You: please tell me you don't need to stay late today 

You: these contractions hurt more than I thought they would 

You: why did we decide to have a baby this is awful and it's not even nearly as bad as it will be 

Ruben's POV 

After leaving home this morning I haven't felt good about leaving y/n but I know she will be fine. If anything happens she will call me or get someone to tell me so I know I don't need to worry but it's difficult as any minute now she could go into labour and I want to be there when that happens. She keeps promising me that she will be fine on her own even when she first goes into labour but I don't want her to have to go through that on her own this is our baby and I want to be there for her the entire time. 

When I arrived at the training ground I had to do an interview first but I was running a bit late so I just dropped off all my things in the locker room and ran off to go to my interview. As soon as I got to the interview I realised I didn't have my phone but the interview wasn't supposed to be long and I was already late so I couldn't go back and get it for just incase. The interview actually ran over by quite a bit so I didn't have long until we actually started training so I had to run back to the locker room in order to be ready in time. 

"Hey mate I'm guessing your interview ran over" Jack said 

"Yeah it's partly my fault I was a bit late" I said 

"You might want to check your phone before we go out man it's been going crazy the last few minutes" John told me 

"Ok I'll check it in a second thanks" I replied 

I picked my phone up to see I had a few texts from y/n. As I read them one by one I could feel my eyes getting wider and my jaw dropping further. She's actually in labour and in pain and I'm not there to support her. I know she won't want me missing training but I need to be there for her especially when she says it's already more painful than she expected. I was in two minds as I know y/n will be mad if I come home early but I also think she needs me even if she won't admit it. There is also the fact that we have a lot of games coming up but honestly that doesn't really matter to me right now what matters is my wife and baby. 

"Is everything ok you look like you've just seen a ghost" John stated 

"Y/n's in labour I've got to go" I said gathering all my things which I shoved down earlier 

"I need to tell someone I'm going where are all the coaches" I spoke mostly to myself 

"Don't worry about that you go we will tell everyone they will understand just go be with y/n" Bernardo said 

"Thanks guys I guess I'll see you tomorrow" I said running out 

Ruben: I'm coming home I'll be there soon love don't worry ❤️

~~~~~~~~~~

Your POV

Ruben seemingly made it home in no time at all after I got his text as it felt like just 5 minutes later he was by my side and checking if I needed anything. He stayed by my side from the second he got home holding my hand and timing my contractions as thats what the doctor told us to do. I felt bad dragging Ruben away from training especially with all the important games coming up but he kept telling me that him being here is more important than any game and that pep would understand when he found out. 

My labour progressed much quicker than I was expecting. With this being my first child I was told that it was highly likely I would be in labour for a long time but within just two hours my contractions were less than 5 minutes apart and we were heading to the hospital. Ruben put the hospital bag in the car first before then coming back to help me walk to the car which took us a while as I had a contraction halfway to the car. Riding in the car was so incredibly painful especially when we went over bumps in the road but with Ruben's support and a bit of swearing we made it to the hospital and they gave us a delivery room straight away. 

By this point I was in a lot of pain and although I didn't plan to get an epidural I asked the nurse as soon as she came in if I could have one. Ruben and I talked about a birth plan a few weeks before my due date and when I told him I didn't want an epidural he told me it was completely my decision but now that I've just completely thrown my decision out the window I feel awful. I mean I barely lasted a few hours before I gave up and took the painkillers the second I could which is so pathetic. 

"What's on your mind love I can tell you are thinking about something" Ruben said 

"Just the fact that the second we got here I asked for the epidural I just feel stupid that I couldn't manage the pain even though my body is built to do this" I sniffled trying not to cry 

"Hey its ok there is no shame in needing something to help with the pain if this whole thing was a breeze they would never have invented the epidural and it doesn't make you any less of a hero in my eyes" he said 

"Thank you I needed that" I said 

In that moment the nurse came in and checked how dilated I was which I know is pretty standard but the look on her face and how quickly she called for a doctor scared the life out of me. Even Ruben looked worried and he's usually the calm one in moments like this which only made me more stressed which could very easily be seen on the monitors I was hooked up to. 

"What's going on is everything ok?" I asked 

"Yes everything's fine its just I can't give you that epidural as you are already 10cm dilated so its time for you to push" the nurse explained 

After pushing for 15 minutes I finally heard the best sound I've ever heard our little baby crying for the first time and the nurses announced that it was a girl (Ruben gives off such girl dad vibes to me). Straight away the nurses placed the baby on my chest and I couldn't help but breakdown into tears as she was just so small and cute. Ruben then let go of my hand for the first time in ages and leant down to kiss my forehead which is when I noticed that he had tears in his eyes too. It was such a special moment that will definitely live in my memory forever but sadly it had to end as the nurses had to take the baby to do all the necessary tests on her. 

Once we got our little girl back she didn't leave our arms until we were discharged and we had to put her in the car seat so we could go home. When we got home I had to put her down as neither of us have eaten since this morning which isn't great. Just as Ruben was going to order us food as neither of us wanted to cook his phone started ringing with a call from pep so he got up to answer it as he didn't want to wake the sleeping baby. The call brought be back to reality though as even though we've just welcomed our little girl into the world Ruben is needed with the team so he's not going to be around to help as much as I would like. 

Weirdly Ruben came back with a big smile on his face which I thought might just be because of the events of today but he seemed a bit too happy especially after getting a call from his boss so I was suspicious as to what they were talking about. 

"Pep has given me some time off this week so I get to stay home with the two of you" Ruben said 

"Wait really how long?" I asked 

"The rest of this week and then next Monday as well so I don't need to leave you until Tuesday oh and also he says congratulations" Ruben said 

"You have no idea how relived I am that you're going to be here for a few days while we get into a routine" I said 

~~~~~~~~~~

The week Ruben had off flew by and now it's Tuesday morning and he's back to training. We had an amazing week just being in our little newborn bubble though we worked out a good routine that works for us and we got to have plenty of cuddles with our little girl while shes still so tiny. Sadly our little bubble had to be burst at some point and today is the day as Ruben had to get back to work at some point although I wish he could be here for a bit longer as I know things are going to be hard once he leaves me on my own. I know Ruben feels bad about leaving as he wants to spend more time with our daughter while she's still little but he has to get back to the team and plus it will show our little girl that you have be dedicated to get what you want. 

Luckily I don't have to do everything on my own straight away as Ruben wants his teammates to meet our baby so I am going to training with him today so everyone can meet her. I haven't left the house since she was born so I'm excited to get out and see some people plus it will be nice to not be completely alone on Ruben's first day back at training. Being the first time I'm leaving the house I had to get up early and wash my hair as I can't lie I haven't washed it since giving birth as I just haven't had the time. It felt good to have some time to myself and to be able to put on some nicer clothes that are mine and not Ruben's as I've been wearing a lot of his clothes postpartum. I would've liked to have put on a bit of makeup to hide my dark circles but I didn't have time as Ruben needed to get ready so I had to take over baby duties again. 

After a few trips back and forth to the house we finally made it out the house only a few minutes late but we arrived to the training centre a bit later as Ruben drove really carefully because he wants to make sure both me and our daughter are safe. When we arrived Ruben helped me out of the car before grabbing the car seat holding it in his other hand that wasn't holding mine. We had to walk a little bit slower as I still can't move as well without a bit of pain. Thankfully Ruben is really patient and despite already being late he was happy to go at my pace and told me not to rush although I did try and walk a bit quicker. 

When we made it to the locker room Ruben went in quickly to make sure all the guys were decent before coming back out and opening the door for me. As we went in all the boys were looking at us which made me feel a little bit awkward but I know they won't judge me for how tired I look. 

"How are you guys?" John asked as he came over to greet us both 

"We're good very happy but very tired" Ruben laughed 

"What about you y/n is Ruben helping you?" Bernardo asked

"I'm ok getting better each day and Ruben's been great I couldn't ask for more" I said 

We all spoke for a bit longer before the baby started crying not because she wanted anything but just to get some attention as she likes to be held pretty much 24/7. I picked her up and rocked her in my arms for a few seconds which stopped the crying and replaced it with satisfied baby noises. Since little one was content and falling asleep I asked if any of the boys wanted to hold her and of course they all did but I handed her to Bernardo first as him and his wife have been really helpful since she was born dropping off food for us when we first came home from the hospital. 

She got passed around all of the players who were all doting over which made me so happy to see as it means Ruben and I have a great support system around us. Just as I finally got my baby back in my arms pep and the other coaches came in to see what their players were up to a they should all be out on the field by now. Just before they were about to be lectured pep saw me stood with Ruben and stopped his rant he was about to go on and instead came over to say hello. Again I was asked how I was doing before we were able to introduce our daughter to the staff who were just as excited as the rest of the guys to meet her. As this was the first time I had seen pep since giving birth I wanted to thank him for letting Ruben have some time off. 

"Thank you so much for letting Ruben have the week off it's been so helpful having him home I don't know what I'd have done with him" I said when I got a minute with pep

"You don't need to thank me family is important and having a newborn is difficult so I was more than happy to give him the time off" he said 

"Well thank you it's truly been a blessing" I said 

After a few more quick conversations the boys had to go and train so Ruben gave me one last kiss after helping me take everything to the stands so I could sit and watch the training session. It was weird not having him by my side like he has been the past week but I know I need to get used to not having him around as much as that's the way it will be from now on.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Topless

I love beach Ruben 😙 Hopefully we'll get some more content when the season ends and players go on vacation!

Summary - Ruben doesn't like when reader tans topless

Enjoy!

It was your first vacation in Portugal with Ruben. You could have easily stayed at the beach house and hang by the pool all day, but you would much rather go down to the beach an get your tan on over there.

"What are you doing?"

Ruben had a morning workout and let you go ahead without him. He eventually joined you, but was suprise to find you laying topless on a taning bed.

"Ruben?" You lifted your sunglasses from your eyes. "How was your workout baby?"

"Good. What are you doing?" He said, eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" You looked around yourself to see if you had dropped somthing. "What am I doing Ruben?"

You flinched as a towel was thrown at you, his towel.

"Ruben." You gasped.

He plotted down in the taning bed next to yours, looking around himself as if to see if anybody was watching you.

"Are you serious right now?" You removed the towel from chest, tossing it aside.

"I'm not joking Y/N. Cover yourself up now."

"Don't be silly Ruben, everybody is doing it."

You looked down the line of people laying on the beach and saw alot of girls taning with their top off.

"Yeah but that doesn't mean you should be doing it."

Ruben was in full beats mode, sideying guys that were passing by your taning bed, grunting at the once that dared to throw you a second glance.

"I can't do this." You sighed and stood.

"And where are you going?" He said, his attitude moody.

"To get a drink."

You tied your bikini top around your back and headed for the bar tiki bar down the beach. There you ordered somthing that tasted like rainbow but looked like a lemonade. You chose to have your drink at the bar rather than going back to the taning beds. Perhaps Ruben just needed to cool down a bit.

"Linda."

A voice said behind you.

You turned around.

It was a shirtless man with a drink in his hand. He was quite big, but not a big as your boyfriend of course.

"Can I help you?"

"Linda." The man repeated, a slick grin on his face. "Linda means beautiful. You are a very beautiful woman." The man's Portuguese accent flourished through his white teeth.

"Oh, thank you." You blushed. However you were ready to grab your drink and go.

"Please, let me by you another sangria."

"Thanks but I'm just gonna head back to my boyfriend who's probably waiting for me." You were already walking away from the bar, but for some reason the man trailed his steps behind you.

"Come on, a girl like you can't settle for one boyfriend,  surley you need two?"

"Hehe, I think I'm good actually."

You were practically running away from the man now, spillning out your drink as you struggle to jogg in the sand.

"Where is this boyfriend of yours. I'm sure he won't mind sharing." The man laughed. He had followed you all the way back to the taning beds.

"He's...he's..."

You looked around, however, Ruben was nowhere to be found. A slight panic came over you.

"Now you see, I don't like girls who take me for a fool."

"Excuse me?" You turned back to the man., but stepped back seeing his eyes wander up and down your body, checking you out.

"You don't have a boyfriend do you?" He smiled, but not a friendly smile.

"I...I do." You stuttured. "He...he was just here. He must have just gone for a swim or something."

"A swim?"

"Yes, a swim." You hissed, hoping that would chase the man away.

What if Ruben had been so angry with you for taning topless that he had left you behind and gone back to the beach house? What then, you thought.  The beach was packed with people though. If the man tried somthing you could just scream. Then again there was the language barrier. The little Portuguese that Ruben had taught you ahead of this trip was not going to help you out in this situation. Besides, who would people believe, the Portuguese man or you, the silly tourist probably drunk out of her mind.

"Y/N?"

You gasped hearing his voice. "Ruben?"

His shadow appeared behind you and soon he stood in front of you like a wall separating you from the man that had followed you from the bar.

Words were exchanged in Portuguese, first the strange man, followed by Ruben who raised his voice at him.

"Ruben." You grabbed his arm, preventing him from stepping forwards. He really looked to want to have a go at the strange man. Nevertheless, it ended with the man walking away, even giving you an apologizing wave with his hand.

Ruben had you sit down on the taning beds, crotch down in the sand before you.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

He storked your cheek "Some people, eh?"

"Yeah, I guess you tried to warn me."

Ruben paused, his eyes gazing at you intensely. "That's not what I meant." He said.

"No?"

He shook his head. "No. You should always feel free as a woman to...you know..."

"Tan without a bikini top?" You smiled.

Ruben blushed. "Yes. It's normal here in Portugal, many people do it. My grandmother even does it, but that's besides the point...."

"Ruben?" He was rambling nervously. It was so sweet, you thought. You tilted his chin and kissed his lips. "Get to the point."

He chuckled. "I don't want to share you with the world, you belong to me."

"Is that so?" You said.

"Yes." Ruben stood, pulling you up with him. Before you could find balance in your feet he ducked down abd grabbed your waist, throwing you over his shoulder.

"Ruben." You gasped. Your legs kicked in front of him. "Ruben let me down."

"Not til' we get to the water." He laughed, his arms wrapping around your thighs, squeezing them tightly.

[whorekneecentral]

angst fic + hate fuck with erling haaland where he’s mad because you are seeing each other but it’s not official yet and he’s mad about you saying that “he’s not your boyfriend”

petty erling? yes please. 

Erling’s jaw was about to crack from how hard he was clenching it. 

All of you were at Phil’s place for his son’s birthday and you were currently in the living room sat next to Ruben, his arm on the back of the couch, behind you. Erling was on the couch opposite of you two, far enough that he wasn’t in your faces but he could hear bits of your conversation. 

“Don’t say that,” you laughed, leaning into Ruben. The man smile, but shifts away from you a bit. You look at him a bit confused and he nods towards Erling. 

“Your boyfriend won’t be happy with all this touching.” Ruben tells you quietly and you wave him off. “He’s not my boyfriend, he’ll be fine.” 

-- 

It wasn’t until you and Erling got back to your place that he stopped speaking to you. He kept his distance at the party but you figured he was busy, as were you but something as bothering him and you knew that much. 

You found him in the living room, the tv playing quietly but he wasn’t focused enough to know what was going on in the show.

“Babe?” You stood in front of him and he looks at you, still silent. “What’s wrong?” 

Erling was quiet but you weren’t sure why. “Okay, spit it out,” your arms folded over your chest. “What’s going on with you?” 

“Why do you care?” He finally speaks, “I'm not your boyfriend, right?” 

You huffed, shaking your head. “That’s what’s bothering you? Erling, c’mon. You know I love you but it’s not like we have a label or anything.” 

“So? Doesn’t mean you can go around saying we aren't anything.” 

“Did I say that?” You spat, “I said what I said, get over it.” 

The words came off harsher than expected, his eyes soften as he looked at you. You could tell that your words had actually stung him a bit more than needed. 

“Erl.. baby, you know I didn’t mean that.” You sat next to him but he didn’t say anything. His eyes fixed on the tv, the wall, the frames hung on the wall, anything but you at the moment. 

Finally, you grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you. “I’m sorry.” 

“I don’t want an apology, I want us to actually be something.” He says quietly and you shift to face him, your hand resting on his cheek. “We are, but we can be.. whatever you want us to be.” 

“Are you telling me what I want to hear or do you really mean that?” His eyes find yours and you nod. “I mean it.” 

“Okay,” he pulls you into him, finally kissing you. His hand between your legs, under your skirt. You had on his favourite outfit today — a little black skirt and a red top that hugged you in all the right ways. 

You’re pulling on his clothes, your hips lifted off his lap. Erling’s hands find your hips again, steadying you as you lower yourself onto him. “Fuck,” your forehead pressed to his shoulder. 

“Feel good?” He asks, hand on your lower back to hold you up as you bounced on his lap. 

You just hum, letting him take control for the time being. That’s how it was most of time, Erling knew what he wanted and he took it most of the time — not like you gave him much of a fight anyways.

“That’s my girl.” 

[devilishchaos]

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

Moments like this | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: pure fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

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

Word Count: 1 059 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nosugarallspice]

Hello!! It's me - the Ruben anon again and I have another idea I wanted to share with you 🤭

Can you imagine the way Ruben would manhandle you after you were being a brat and were showing him some attitude?

Like even when he is already fucking you, he tries to give you a kiss and you want to give him a hard time so you kind of dodge it

He would get so mad, he would push you off of him, flip you on your hands and knees and he would kind of lean in

And say in your ear something like "I tried to be nice, make you feel good, but you just want to keep being a bitch, huh? I'm gonna put you in your place baby"

And he would fuck the brat out of you, slapping your ass and being so rough with you

Can you tell I am obsessed with Ruben? 🤭

Anyways, hope you are doing well my love 🥰

Also, I wanted to ask if I could be the 😇 anon? ❤

Hi love!! Omg stop this is sexy 🤭 I had too much fun writing this!! // also that’s totally fine!! Ruben hits so different!!! // and yes! You sure can <333

Minors DNI!!

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“You feel so good, my pretty girl. Taking my cock so well.” Ruben moaned- his eyes watching your tits bounce as he fucked up, into you. Your hands resting against his chest, doing your best to meet his movements.

He reached up, gripping the back of your neck to pull you down; wanting to kiss you, but you had other plans. You pulled away, leaning back, a smile on your face as you noticed him clench his jaw.

“What’s wrong?” You asked innocently, grinding down on him.

“Get off.” He tapped your thigh, an annoyed look on his face.

You knew exactly what he wanted, so you get off, and get into his favorite position; which would be you on all fours.

Ruben absolutely loved fucking you in that position. He loved being able to dominate you, but most importantly- he loved the way you looked, back arched, ass high up in the air. The way your ass would bounce each time he slammed back into you.

You loved the way he made you feel. In this position, he was deeper, definitely hitting something in you that drove you crazy.

With no warning he slammed back into you, your pussy instantly clenching around him. He slid his hand up your back, finally grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking you up.

“I tried to be nice, make you feel good” his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers into it.

“but no, you'd rather make things more difficult.”

With each sentence, he slammed into you, his pace brutal.

“Now I have to put you in your place baby, show you who the boss is, here.” You could hear the smirk on his face. Letting your hair go, you fall forward onto the bed.

His hands grip your hips tightly.

Your ass cheek tinted red from all the harsh slaps he placed on it. It hurt, but it felt so good.

Your hands gripping the bedsheet as he fucked you into it. Your throat is dry, barely able to get anything out other then whimpers.

You thought he’d be done after getting that second orgasm from you but nope, he’s already working you to the next one. This would be your third one and his second.

Each thrust in, you could feel the mix of your juices and his cum dripping out. Your face shoved into the pillow, biting down as you reached your release. Your body trembling under him.

Not long after, Ruben released into you, filling you up with his seed, fucking it deeper into you.