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Matilde clocking ruben 😭

This is so cute and wholesome 💔💔💔💔

Daddy, get a grip [rd]

Author’s note: you girls ask and I comply 🫡 here it is: some funny, light and happy dad!Rúben that was actually so much fun to write! Hope you babes enjoy this! Mwah

wc: 2564 - English isn’t my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

Matilde and Dinis are being raised in the middle of football-centered life. They watch every Rúben’s game, they know all the techniques, they cheer and get upset when their team doesn’t win. And, when they get some free time with their dad, you would catch them snuggling on the couch while the three were watching another football match. Rúben teaches everything he knows about the sport to his kids, so it was almost impossible that they wouldn’t grow interested in it.

Matilde is now eight years old, and her brother, Dinis, just turned six. The pair gets along great, except for two or three times where Rúben had to separate them from fighting about their favorite toys.

If there’s one thing that they love to do together, is playing football. Most of the time, you can find them in the backyard, trying to see which one can score more goals. So, it was no surprise to you when you picked them up at school and they started talking about how much the two wanted to participate in this football game that the kids at school were organizing.

“Pleeeeease mommy, pretty please, let us participate!! We will win because I’ll even ask daddy to be our coach!” - the little girl said enthusiastically in the car, making you laugh.

“I guess you’ll have to ask daddy then, baby” - you explain, already anticipating what Rúben’s answer will be.

“A football game at school, huh?” - Rúben asks as he places a plate of food in front of Dinis, serving him dinner.

“Yes, daddy! And you obviously need to be our coach because you know all about winning! Even my teacher is your fan” - the girl says hurriedly, her mouth full of food as she explains it all to her dad.

Rúben laughs at her excitement, not having the force in him to say no to his princess.

“Okay, okay. I think that sounds like a good idea” - he starts speaking, Matilde’s eyes widening with happiness. “Have you decided which position you want to play in the team?

“I want to be the goalkeeper!” - Dinis says, lifting his hand in the air to answer. Neither you nor Rúben were surprised by your son’s answer, he always asks to be goalkeeper whenever he plays football.

“What about you, Tilde? Do you want to be a center back like daddy?” - Rúben asks expectantly, only to see his daughter’s face wriggle in confusion.

“Center back? No! I want to score goals like uncle Bernardo does, duh” - she says, her “duh” making it sound like Rúben just asked the most obvious question ever.

You and Rúben lift your eyebrows in surprise at Matilde’s attitude. She has always been a sassy girl, but ever since she went to school, her sassiness has grown by a hundred percent.

“Maybe I’ll have to talk to your teacher about this attitude that you’ve been developing, miss” - Rúben warns her with a ‘dad look’.

Matilde rolls her eyes. “It’s called ‘personality’, daddy. You should be happy that I’m not becoming bland, like you. Thankfully, I didn’t get those genes! There’s never a dull moment when I’m around” - the girl said, using her hand to throw her hair behind her shoulder, like a mini diva.

Rúben puts his hands up in defeat by his daughter’s response, definitely humbling him. You try to suppress your laugh at what you just heard, just to end up snorting together with your son, earning a glance by your husband.

“She’s funny, you have to give her that” - you admit, making Rúben laugh as well as he shakes his head.

Rúben ends up calling Bernardo, who comes by the house a few days before Matilde’s game, so he can teach her everything he knows about scoring goals - and Matilde is really stern in explaining to him that she doesn’t want to just simply score “any goal”, she wants to score “GOOD goals”, reinforcing the “good” in her speech.

Bernardo accepts the mission, teaching the girl all about shooting, helping her with her feet, letting her realize the best timing to try and score and how to position herself on the pitch. Most people would look at the scene and would never guess that they’re just practicing for a kids game at a primary school - sounding way more serious than necessary.

While Bernardo is giving his football lesson to the girl, Dinis is practicing as the goalkeeper, the boy being protected by his father if his sister decides to kick the ball a bit harder.

“How was practice, baby?” - you ask your daughter when you see her walking inside the house, grabbing her water bottle and looking tired.

“I’m exhausted! Being a football player is so tiring, my god” - she says in a dramatic tone, her hand sweeping the sweat from her forehead in an exaggerated manner.

“Oh really?” - Rúben says, walking in the kitchen with Dinis, smirking at his daughter’s words.

“It doesn’t look this tiring when you do it, daddy!” - she says, earning a look from Rúben, again.

“Daddy, get a grip. You just run around the pitch, you never score, that’s why you don’t understand how hard being a scorer actually is” - there she is with the damn attitude again, leaving Rúben speechless.

“Are you ready to score a lot of goals then, sweetie?” - you try to lighten the mood a little bit.

“Of course, mommy! I’ll be like uncle Bernardo, he taught me everything I need to know to score amazing goals” - the girl nods her head as she speaks, in a calmer tone now.

“What about you, Di? Are you keeping the other team from scoring?” - you ask your son, who simply nods his head while he takes yogurt from the fridge. Dinis is way more calm and even a bit shy, so he doesn’t give you half the trouble that Matilde does.

“Matilde, why don’t you go to the bathroom so mommy can help you take a relaxing bath, like athletes do?” - you say, convincing the girl with your idea, and you wait until she leaves the kitchen so you can talk to Rúben.

“Hey”, you move closer to him, noticing the way his face fell when he heard his daughter’s words towards him. “Don’t take her too seriously, she’s a kid who has no filter. She means no harm” - you remind him, your hand caressing his beard gently as your husband’s arms wrap around your waist.

“Are you two about to mwah mwah or something? I’m out of here” - Dinis said, leaving his seat at the table and taking his yogurt to the living room. You and Rúben laugh softly at your son’s reaction.

“At least we have funny kids” - you say, smiling at him.

“Yeah” - Rúben agreed, kissing your lips softly. “I just feel like Matilde always aims at me when she makes snicker remarks. Am I doing something wrong?” - he questions, more to himself than to you, really.

“Of course not, babe. She’s an extrovert and she’s getting a lot of information at school. She’s surrounded by a lot of kids who have different personalities, she’s just trying to build her own. Don’t take it so seriously, she’s still a daddy’s girl and will always be” - Rúben smiles at your words, kissing your hand before you leave to help Matilde with her shower.

“I want to do all your pre-game rituals, dad” - Dinis said, his small voice making Rúben turn his head to look at his kid while he was doing the dishes.

“Is that right, buddy?” - he asked, making the six year old boy nod and smile shyly, almost hiding his face in his hands.

Rúben cleans the dishes and turns off the water.

“Okay love, first of all you have to get ready to go to bed, but I see you’re already all set after taking a bath and putting your pyjamas on” - Rúben ruffles his son’s wet hair, making him smile.

“Can you help me look for my favorite socks, daddy? I want to wear them at the game tomorrow, I think they will give me good luck” - Dinis asked as he grabbed his dad’s hand, leading Rúben to his room.

“Let’s see, are you talking about the blue socks? Or the green ones?” - Rúben questions as he starts searching at the socks drawer.

“The blue ones, dad! The ones that have tiny dinosaurs in them! Because I’ll be a dinosaur too, the other team is going to be scared to score” - the boy says, and Rúben is surprised by seeing him showing some more attitude.

“That's right, filho. There you go, your blue socks with dinosaurs in them, Mr. Dinis Dias” - your husband says playfully, making his tiny best friend laugh.

“Alright, I think it’s time to put you to bed. An athlete needs to be well rested before an important game” - he says as he leads his son to his bed.

After cuddling him and making sure that Dinis has everything he needs, Rúben plants a kiss on the boy’s forehead.

“Filho, I know that you might be nervous for the game tomorrow. I just want you to remember that you are a great goalkeeper, and I want you to believe in yourself and your capacities to do a good game. And in spite of all that, I want you to have fun with your friends, tomorrow will be a good day” - he gently tightens the grip he had on Dinis’ hand, guaranteeing him, word by word, that he will do a good performance tomorrow.

“I know that everything will be alright because you’ll be by my side, daddy” - the little boy spoke, his eyes shining while looking up at his hero, his daddy.

Rúben smiled at his son. “Of course, amor. I will always be by your side. You are my best friend, Di” - Rúben held his hand so Dinis could fist bump him.

“And you’re mine, daddy” - the boy confirmed before wishing goodnight to his father and turning off the lights.

When Rúben closes the door of his son’s room, Matilde comes running towards him.

“Hey, miss! Aren’t you supposed to be in bed already?” - Rúben asked.

“I want you to cuddle me to bed, daddy” - Matilde says in a sweet voice, reminding Rúben that she’s still his little girl, no matter how sassy and grown she might be now.

He covers his princess when she lays on her bed, kissing her forehead as well.

“Daddy” - she catches his attention.

“Yes?” - Rúben looks at her, taking in her features - one hundred percent a photocopy of you.

“You know I admire you a lot, don’t you? You’re the reason why I love football so much. You are my idol, and I know that Dinis shares the same opinion as me” - the girl speaks, her words hitting Rúben straight in the heart, making his heart flutter.

He clears his throat, not knowing how to react to her daughter’s words.

“Everything I do, I do it for you, for your brother, for mommy. For our family, filha” - he admits.

“I love you daddy” - she says as she wraps her arms around Rúben’s neck. He kisses her shoulder and promises to love her forever, before saying goodnight to his daughter.

When he enters your bedroom, you can feel his aura much more softer, and the look on his face makes it seem like he’s recharged. He gets in bed and pulls you into his embrace, kissing you a couple of times before speaking.

“We are so lucky” - he realizes.

“We are. And we are going to see our kids win at that game tomorrow” - you smile at him.

“Matilde! Run, so Charles can pass you the ball!” - Rúben screams from the side of the pitch, where you and all the parents stand, watching their kids at the game.

Everyone is shouting and cheering at their children, but Rúben is the one who shouts the most when Matilde scores and Dinis saves two goals.

“That’s right! Those are my kids. Y’all hear me?! MY kids! I mean, OUR kids” - he says as he pulls you closer to him as you clap and cheer your babies for their performance. You laugh at his words while everyone on your side of the pitch is celebrating the fact that your kid’s team is winning.

“Our kids are true gems, babe. They are so good! I mean, they are the better ones playing this game, to be fair. But they have my genes, so we should give the other kids a break” - he says to you, his words coming out a bit louder than intended, due to the noise of everyone screaming and clapping. Behind you, you can hear some people scoffing at your husband’s speech - probably the other children’s parents, you assume.

Rúben seems oblivious to this and proceeds speaking. “Look at that! Such a nice save from Di! Amor, our kids are the best, for real. We should sign them in City’s training, I am taking care of that tomorrow” - he rambles now, bragging about how proud he is of his daughter and son, how nicely they play and how Rúben and Bernardo taught them everything.

“Can you just shut up, please? You’re talking the other kids down and their parents are hearing you” - you say sternly in a low voice, so the other parents don’t hear you now.

Rúben is surprised by your words. “What? A dad can’t say that he’s proud of his babies anymore?” - he responds, talking louder this time, on purpose.

“Rúben this is embarrassing, please shut up” - you insist, placing a light punch on his arm.

Your husband just takes a breath and decides to sulk for a moment, and before he decides to speak again, you’re thankfully saved by the bell, hearing the referee whistle, signaling that the game has come to an end.

The kids come running to their parents, thrilled with happiness that they won the game. The sight is cute to watch, the small kids chanting and partying with their parents, drowning in joy and pride for the lights of their lives.

Matilde and Dinis are electric with their performance - Matilde scored two goals and Dinis made four saves. You can tell how much this game helped them grow their confidence in themselves - especially Dinis, and you couldn’t be more proud of your children.

“WE WON, WE WON, WE WON” - the four of you chant on the car ride back home.

“You two did so well! We are so proud” - you say to them.

“We are superstars, mommy!” - Dinis said back, still clapping his hands.

“We obviously will be better footballers than daddy in the future” - Matilde remarked, laughing in a naughty way while she looks at her dad, teasing him to get a reaction.

Rúben looks at her from the car mirror with an eyebrow raised. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that yet, miss” - he answers.

“Well I scored more goals in a game than you did all season, so you better watch out” - she takes her hair out of her face again, her diva attitude showing again.

But instead of taking it personally, Rúben just laughed - because no matter how ironic and sassy she might be, she will always be his princess, and your kids have the kindest hearts that you two have ever met - which means that you two are doing a good job at being parents, and in the end, that’s all that matters.

#ruben dias #ima cry i love children

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OH YES 👄

𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 ✮ R. LE NORMAND

summary. after months of finding you cute robin decides to do something about it.

warnings. zubimendi!reader, rough sex, cream pie. 18+

gabri speaks! what can i say i’m a sucker for the teammate’s younger sister trope. based off ride or die pt. 2 by sevdaliza

YOUR THROAT BURNED as you took a sip of the tequila nico was passing around. you had just graduated uni and considering you spent all your time studying the taste of alcohol was still relatively new to you. in fact the whole environment around you – strangers making out, drinking, and smoking– was all strange to you. you didn’t mind but considering your brother was the only person you knew, you were lost.

robin studies you from across the room noticing how out of place you felt. he’d met you before in donostia having talked to you once or twice. he’d always seen you as martin’s younger innocent sister. he debates whether or not he should approach you and start a conversation. you start toying with your necklace and as you look around all doe eyed he decides to break the barrier.

the conversation starts out friendly, enjoyable. the two of you bonding over your brother’s messy habits, you don’t notice the way robin steals glances at your cleavage. eventually the tension piles up as he his hand accidentally touches yours, multiple times. you find yourself toying with your bracelets as he gets closer and the conversation topics change. you’re not sure when your interaction with him takes a different turn but soon enough you find yourself in a random room in the giant apartment the guys rented.

he brings you down slowly and gently until you’re sitting perfectly on his lap, your dressing riding up your legs a bit. the mirror across the room allowing you a perfect view of yourself and him. he trails his hands down your body, kissing your neck in the process, stopping when they land on your thighs. just a few months ago he was at your house eating dinner with your parents and now here he was teasing you.

“tell me to stop and i will.” he whispers until your ear.

you think about it for a second asking yourself if it was really worth it to ruin your brother’s friendship for a one night stand. it’s been months since you felt the touch of someone else and for some reason robin turned you on. your back is against his chest but you can feel his slow breathing. you decide to be selfish for once.

“don’t stop.” you whisper.

his hand finds it’s way into your hair pushing your head towards him. his lips mold into yours as he pulls you in for a kiss. as you whine at the contact his lips move perfectly against yours. you’d never been kissed so sensually before in your life and you feel yourself growing hotter as the two of you make out in the poorly lit room. as the kiss grows deeper — your eyes fully closed as he explores your mouth — his hand gets closer to your clothed core. your panties are soaked by the time he touches you and you can’t help but jerk at the sudden contact.

“izorratu.” you moan as he dips his fingers inside your panties. (fuck.)

he steals a quick glance at you realizing the usage of your native language. all those months of fawning over you had finally paid off. his fingers spread your slick around trying to prep you for him. you arch your back against him as his fingers get dangerously close to your center, where you need him the most. his touch is intense and ardent, you can barely concentrate as he brings one finger inside of you. the intrusion takes you by surprise. you gasp as he fills you fully with his finger.

“so tight.” he groans against you.

“fuck, robin move.” you urge him. “please.”

he brings his finger out fully before plunging it deep inside you again causing your hips to thrust into his hand. you look pathetic in the mirror as you try to fuck yourself against his hand. the view of his finger inside you being too much. you’re not surprised you can feel your orgasm build up quickly, after all you hadn’t slept with someone in months. your thrusts grow erratic as he curls his finger into you allowing for him to hit your g-spot multiple times. your whines grow louder as you feel your climax approaching.

“more. s’close. robin.” you can hardly speak.

he manages to understand you behind your incoherent words. he drags another finger towards your aching core and inserts it as well. the feeling of him inside your walls is too much. you squeeze him hard before coming undone on his fingers. your movements coming to a halt as he gives you your first orgasm of the night. his fingers slowly leave you empty and you watch tiredly as he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean. the view being a sight for sore eyes.

then he kisses you like a starved man. you can taste yourself on his lips and your body molds into his once again. you’re finally able to feel him under you and you can’t help but get excited at the idea of him being inside of you, fucking you dumb. you grind against him wanting to get a reaction out of him.

“tell me you want it.” he grabs your jaw forcing you to face him.

“please robin i need you, inside me.” you whine at the growing bulge under you.

he zips down his pants freeing himself and you’re able to feel all of him under you. curiosity gets the better of you and you grind against him wanting to feel how big he was. his hands instantly go to your hips stopping you from moving anymore.

“impatient.” tsk. “if you keep moving i won’t fuck you.”

you stay still after that wanting to feel full once again. it’d been months since you fucked anyone and didn’t want to pass on the opportunity of being fucked by robin. he moves you towards him more so he’s able to bring his cock towards your entrance. he drags it through your folds spreading your slick making you incredibly wet in the process. your nails dig into his thighs as he brings the tip to your aching hole. he hisses as his tip enters you and you can’t help but jerk at the feeling of finally having him inside you. he’s gentle and eventually he fills you up to the hilt.

he grabs your jaw pulling you into another passionate kiss and he’s able to taste your dior lipgloss. the smell of chocolate filling the air as the two of you sloppily make out.

“ready?” he pants.

“mhm.” you nod up at him.

at that he exits you fully before thrusting back into you at a slow pace. you lean into his chest fully as your walls squeeze around him being intoxicated by his movements. the room is filled with the noise of skin against skin as he repeatedly fills you up completely. you find yourself bouncing on his dick as you feel your second orgasm of the night approaching. he spreads your legs more allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before.

“s’close.” you whine feeling the familiar knot in your stomach approach.

he brings his fingers back to your folds circling your clit as you take him. you only last a couple of more minutes before you’re coming on his dick. he lasts a couple of more minutes until the feeling of your right cunt is too much for him. you feel him fill you up with his cum as he reaches his own climax. the two of you struggle to catch your breathes as you lay there. you’re unable to move feeling too sensitive everywhere.

“fuck, you’re so hot.” he pulls you in for one final kiss.

robin realises then and there that he’s fucked. he was completely and utterly fucked. he may have been pussy whipped but from that moment he was drawn to you. he was going to have you even if it meant fighting your brother.

#fic rec #robin le normand smut

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