#Ruben Loftus Cheek Blurb

[macybeckham7]

RLC and you talking about his future and he asking you

‘I don’t think I am going to be with Chelsea next season’ he admits during dinner one night. He looks around the restaurant as he explains that he thinks it’s time for him to move on, telling you that there’s only certain amount of time he can be loaned out and on the bench for them. You listen to him and nod in agreement. ‘That being said, a lot of clubs are interested, AC Milan being one of them’ he says. He starts to say about how some ex teammates are in Italy and have being telling him how good it is over there and telling you, you’ll have some familiar faces too. ‘How would you be feeling about it all?’ he asks. Ultimately you’d go wherever he wanted to play, you just wanted him to be playing and be happy with his career. Whether that was in Italy or halfway across the globe. He kisses your knuckles as he realises how lucky he is to have you by his side and his number one fan.

[footballffbarbiex]

Winter: Sleigh Rides.

player: Ruben Dias / Ruben Loftus-Cheek (see below) words: 915 request: Ruben -  No pref   -   500 – 900 - You and Ruben have a child who is like toddler age and you surprise them with a sleigh ride with Santa and his reindeer, thank you ☺️ A/N: the "Ruben" in question wasn't specified, so it's open to whichever Ruben you wish it to be.

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His tiny mitted hand is covered by Ruben’s as the two of them make their way ahead of you. Powdery snow crunches wonderfully satisfying with every step made and fresh snow falls faster than the previous can land and settle.

Your son takes double, almost triple, the amount of steps when his daddy takes only one but Ruben doesn’t seem to mind. Your little ones’ speech is a mixture of short words and babbling all strung together. The words that the little one knows may not necessarily fit together in the sentence, but he feels that he’s telling an amazing story and Ruben is all too happy to reply back, giving the little boy confidence to continue to speak.

Ruben knows that you have something planned, but not yet as to what; though you do have a sneaking suspicion he may have googled the location when your back was turned as he didn’t look overly surprised. The little one on the other hand has no idea what awaits him. It never made sense for you to take him to the shopping centre and sit upon Santa’s lap right there and then. Especially not when you’ve spent as long as the two of you have telling him that unless he was asleep, Santa wouldn’t come to visit. So it hardly made sense that you couldn’t be awake on Christmas Eve to see him but you had the option to meet him while picking out your daily essentials.

Your little one has been excited enough already thanks to the heavy snowfall the last few days to create a pristine blanket over the old slush and well trodden paths. He’d “helped” to decorate the main tree while Ruben had watched you stand painfully still, rooted to the spot with P.O.P.D  - perfect ornament placement disorder - taking over and rendering you somewhat useless. Ruben, not wanting to dampen his son’s spirits, had returned home before the little one was back from nursery with his very own small Christmas tree to decorate.

The morning was spent baking cookies and gingerbread while Christmas playlists rang out through the house. Ruben hadn’t been lucky enough so far to be home when it had snowed and so this morning, he seized the opportunity to make the most of it and the little one was more than happy to spend it with his daddy. But with the morning spent snuggled up inside where it was nice and warm, the evening has been spent very differently.

Snowballs had flown through the air, with both yours and Ruben’s purposely failing short of their target while your son’s “suspiciously” would always land perfectly or as close to either of you as possible.

You’re about to ask him what he thinks the three of you will be doing this evening when his squeal reaches your ears before you can ask. Both him and Ruben are a little ahead of you but it doesn’t stop him trying to run as fast as he can with Ruben barely breaking into a power walk and without even so much as a backwards glance to you as he goes.

A pen is carefully set up, holding no more than 5 real life reindeer that step towards the fencing hoping to be fed by the new visitors. A large red and gold sleigh twinkles welcomingly and at the back is the largest burlap sack you’ve ever seen with appropriate bulging to signify gifts in all sizes and shapes are packed within. “Santa” himself is pretending to give the sleigh a final buff or two to make the sides gleam and it’s as he finishes up that he pretends to have only just noticed your son and his daddy approaching.

Several horses which tower over Ruben stand proudly before the sleigh, waiting patiently to begin their journey. Their breath, much like the reindeers, comes out in long streams as they exhale and bounce their head as they get used to the reins.

“Well! Who do we have here then?” Santa asks, his face lighting up as you finally join the other two. Your little boy stands in awe, unable to believe what he’s viewing with his own eyes. Santa looks convincing. The man has grown his beard out and whether or not it’s dyed is to be determined. There’s no false beard and wig here and you suspect that the blush on his cheeks isn’t make up either, most likely from being out here in the cold. Ruben picks up the little one and introduces him to Santa, realising that he’s still too stunned to speak.

“Ah yes, I think I have your Christmas list here somewhere.”  Santa begins to pat at his chest, down his body and finally, they come to rest at his pockets. “You did send me a letter, didn’t you?” He double checks, knowing full well that he does in fact have a letter that you had sent to the “North Pole” after you’d booked this. But still, he looks fit to burst from excitement as Santa pulls out the very same letter on the very same paper that you know to have your handwriting and your son’s name on. “Now, I think it would be a good idea to take a ride on my sleigh and have a little chat about your present list. What do you think?”

And, like before, with no words or sounds to sound, a nod of his head is enough for Santa.

[footballerimaginess]

can you tell me which one you would prefer - planning to post this on the 3rd. Not sure if it will be a blurb or a big fic yet 1) Do you write for ødegaard? If you do, could you write about him and the reader being best friends and he accidentally reveals his feelings? Maybe at a party or something. Thx ❤ 2) Can you write one for Ruben loftus cheek where he introduces you to his family and you all get on so well!! :)) thank you lovely 3) for blurb hour what about being early in your relationship with mason mount and starting to open up to him more ty :)~ 4) Could you write “don’t speak, just kiss me” with Pablo Gavi? He could’ve just scored a goal and your congratulating him or something

[charlottemount]

( polaroid feed if i date ruben loftus-cheek )

[emwritesfootball]

Family Day | Ruben Loftus-Cheek

Being at RLC’s place as him and his brothers/cousin play playstation, you helping his mum and sister cook only to later join and sit in between his arms as he plays, his family gushing over you two just something fluffy

Warnings: none

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Spending time with Ruben’s family was one of your favourite things, and something you looked forward to whenever he told you he was going to visit his mum. It was a once-monthly occurrence, the whole family getting together for a family dinner that rivaled all your expectations.

Everyone was already there when you and Ruben arrived, the house noisy and filled with life. His brothers were running around the house when they weren’t fighting his cousin for control of the PlayStation, his mum occasionally shouting at them to be quieter.

“Oh, thank god you’re here!” His mum exclaimed when she saw the two of you. Ruben immediately hugged her and placed a kiss on her cheek. “Can you take those crazy boys out of my living room and into the back garden for some football or something?”

“Of course, mum,” Ruben replied, flashing her a smile before turning back around and shouting to his siblings and cousin to join him outside.

“Would you like some help in the kitchen?” You asked, smiling at his mum’s relieved sigh as she gave you a look and nodded.

The two of you caught up as you chopped the veg and she prepared the meat, talking and laughing over meal preparation. When his sister walked in and joined the two of you, it got even better, the laughter getting a little louder as she joined in.

You kept an eye on the back garden, watching proudly as Ruben played football with his younger brother and cousin, their giggles and screams emanating through to the kitchen.

Dinner was great, everyone enjoying each other’s company as you all caught each other up on life, Joe’s attention rapt as Ruben recounted the last few Chelsea matches and the training the last few weeks.

When dessert was finished everyone made their way into the living room to hang out and spend time together. Ruben persuaded you to play with him, which ended up just being you sitting in his lap as he held the PlayStation controller in his hands with his arms around you.

“The two of you are so cute!” His sister gushed, watching as you kissed Ruben’s cheeks comfortingly as he lost the latest round of Mario Kart to his cousin.

“Thanks,” you said, ducking your head to hide your embarrassment in Ruben’s neck.

“She’s the cute one - I’m just lucky I managed to get her to date me.”

“Oh, stop!” You chastised, swatting at his shoulder. “You’re cute sometimes.”

The comment made everyone break out in laughter and Ruben pulled you close. You spent the rest of the night snuggled into his side, enjoying his family’s company as you only got to see them once a month. When the two of you left, you all promised to see each other the following month, already looking forward to the next one.

[toomuchchelsea]

Hi, loves :)

After a much-needed break over the past year due to school, covid, work, etc. I'M BACK!

It's been a hell of a year (for all of us) and I logged back into this account a few weeks ago when I wanted to read some imagines and get back into the Tumblr football community. I can't believe I missed it so much and I think I'm ready to make a slow comeback. I'll try to post on a regular basis (no promises b/c school is kicking my ass) but please send in all your football blurb/imagine requests!

I missed you all so much, thank you for all the wonderful messages you sent looking out for me and sending me all your love :) I can't wait to chat to you all again and get back to writing about the sport we all love.

All my love x

[trentaafcsblog]

(Happy hour) where you and Ruben LC have been fighting constantly due to you guys being new parents and he makes it up to you by having a date night in the garden with fairy lights and stuff

Anyone that says that parenthood is easy is obviously lying, and you and Ruben have experienced the full effects of just how difficult it can be recently, your baby girl being the most perfect addition to your growing family but obviously she’s come with her difficulties, all of the early morning starts and endless bottle-making catching up with you both and making you snap at the smallest of things, and it’s been a good few days since you and Ruben last spoke without it ending in an argument, so bless him he’s trying to make it up to you by planning a date night in the garden, inviting his mum over to babysit for a couple of hours whilst you have a little picnic beneath all of the fairy lights and pastel bunting, sorting out your differences and catching up on everything that you’ve missed thanks to your very needy baby girl

[travellvogue]

you and Ruben messing about setting up a massive Easter egg hunt hiding them in random and silly places around the house and garden then going round helping nieces and nephews to find them, with ruben admiring how well you get on with his whole family and children xx

you had one niece on your hip and plenty of other little kids running rings around you whilst everyone hunts for their eggs, all of them excitedly screaming at you that they’ve found one. ruben watching from afar admiring how well you get on with everyone and how good you are with the kids, the sight making him a little tooo broody to the point where he’s wondering wether it’s too soon to be thinking about having kids

[footballdaydream]

Can I have a Ruben Loftus Cheek one where you guys recently split up and you find out you’re pregnant so you tell him because he should know. And you don’t ask for any help or money or anything, you just wanted to see if he wanted to co-parent but he wants you to get back together. So you guys work things out. Lots of fluff please💖

To say that Ruben was surprised to see you in front of his door would be an understatement. The two of you had broken up a few months ago and you haven’t seen each other since. It was a mutual decision, however ever since that day, the young English man couldn’t help but think about whether it was a mistake or not.

“YN? What are you doing here?”, he asked you confused as he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You looked just as beautiful as ever even though he noticed that the bags under your eyes were a bit more visible than before. “Hey, Ruben. Could I maybe come in?”, you asked him, pointing at his house as he instantly nodded his head, opening the door a bit wider so you could walk inside. You took your shoes off as well as your jacket that Ruben gladly took and hung up before he guided you over to the living room where you used to spend most of your time together.

“So, what is it?”, he asked you once the two of you had sat down on the sofa. “I’m pregnant.”, you stated. You didn’t mean to just blurt it out but you had been thinking about this conversation in your head over and over again and every time you thought you had the perfect speech, there was another thing you wanted to add or scratch. “You are what?”, Ruben asked you shocked, his eyes wide as he looked from your stomach up to your eyes, a puzzled look gracing his face. “I’m pregnant, Ruben. And yes, it’s yours. I haven’t slept with anyone else since we broke up.”, you explained, knowing that this question would come up so you just got it out of the way.

“Oh wow.”, he said, getting up from the sofa as he started pacing back and forth in the living room. You kept quiet for a bit, wanting to see if he had something to say however he just kept walking around the room, mumbling things you couldn’t really hear. You let out a slight sigh as you got up from the sofa and stopped him. “I know it’s a shock. It was one to me as well but I just wanted to let you know that you’re the father. I know we’re not together anymore and I don’t want any money from you.”, you started, looking up at him as you nervously bit your bottom lip. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to be involved in its life. I just wanted to tell you before you find out from someone else.”, you said. You waited a little while longer, wanting to see if he had finally something to say but there was nothing coming out of his mouth. He just looked at you like a deer caught in headlights. “Goodbye Ruben.”, you said before you turned around and left the living room again.

You just wanted to put your jacket on when you suddenly heard Ruben calling your name. “Wait, YN. You can’t just leave like that.”, he said, taking your jacket out of your hands. “Why not? You know about the pregnancy now, you clearly don’t want to be involved in it which is fine so I’m leaving. There’s nothing else to discuss.”, you stated. “Yes, there is because I want to be involved. I want to be a part of this little human's life and I want to be a part of your life again too.”, he told you honestly, your eyes widening as you looked at your ex-boyfriend. “Please, tell me I’m not the only one who thinks that our break up was a mistake. We loved each other, I still love you. I can’t stop thinking about you and now that I know that we’ll be parents soon, I just know that I need you back. YN, I love you.”, Ruben said, taking your hands in his as he looked down at you, a sincere look gracing his face. You took a deep breath, looking down at your hands. “I’m scared that you’re only saying this because you know that I’m pregnant. Why haven’t you told me this before? Why haven’t you shown up at my doorstep to tell me all of this? Why now?”, you asked him while you lifted your head up again. “I was scared okay? I wanted you back. This whole time I just wanted you back in my life. I wanted to drive over to your house and tell you how much I miss you but I’m an idiot. I’m sorry. Please, just give us another chance. We can work this out.”, he told you sincerely, squeezing your hands softly.

You couldn’t help but think about all the wonderful moments you had together and yes, it wasn’t always easy but the two of you made it work and you knew you could make it work again. “Yes.”, you whispered, Ruben’s eyebrows raised as he looked down at you. “Yes, I’ll give us another chance because I know I can’t do this alone. I love you too, Ruben.”, you said quietly, soon feeling his lips on your forehead as you lightly closed your eyes. “Thank you, YN.”, he whispered, his lips pressing another gentle kiss on your head as one of his hands finds your stomach, starting to caress it softly.

Tags: @lawsandother @emwritesfootball @eatsleepbreathefutbol @manchesterunitedgirlforever @farmers-league @alexajanecollins

[jadonsanhco]

OK what about one where rlc secretly bought a house for you guys and he has like rose petals all over the floor leading someone and then he brings you to and an you follow it then turn to see ruben behind you proposing, thanks xx

“ruben this is beautiful,” you gasped when he revealed the house for you, coming as a complete shock to you but you loved it so much, ruben giving you a tour through the house until following the rose petals upstairs that he claimed led to the ‘bedroom where all the magic happens’. and indeed at the end of the trail of rose petals was the master bedroom, a balcony connected to it that had the most gorgeous view you could wish for. you stood staring at the view in front of you for a few seconds before turning around to look at ruben instead, finding sitting on one knee with a small box in his hand, beautiful diamond ring in the middle. “will you marry me?” he asked, smiling up at you. “yes!” you said right away, eyes wide in surprise but you really didn’t need to think twice about your answer, this day really going down as one of the best ever for you, engaged to your dream man and soon to be living in your dream house, everything truly seemed perfect.

[macybeckham7]

you and rlc have a baby shower that his sister surprises you with

The three of you were having a day out, she wanted the two of you out the house as the rest of the family were getting the house ready. All your friends and family all hide in the garden as they get a text that you were pulling up. Vinni lets you go in first, the two of you were laughing amongst yourselves. You walk in and find everyone as they surprise you. Your eyes darts around, seeing the Baby Loftus Cheek in balloons, you hug your mum, all your good friends that you knew you were going to ask to be your baby's godparents. Everyone had either a pink or blue pin as they made their guess about it. 'Ready?' Ruben asks. You nod he holds your hand and walks over to the balloon that you were going to pop. '3,2,1' everyone calls and then pink confetti bursts, you burst into tears as Ruben holds you tightly and holds you bump that had your little princess.

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Ruben Dias / Ruben Loftus-Cheek words: 1685 request: Ruben / You / 500 – 900 / You are from LA so you never got to experience a white Christmas as a child and build a snowman so Ruben and his family have a snowman building contest with you❤️

(which Ruben wasn't specified so I tried not to elaborate too much on specifics which could be for either. I also tweaked the request slightly. either way, I hope this is ok)

You’d seen the Hallmark movies of it snowing on Christmas Eve. You’d heard of the issues that snow brought, how it could bring cities and towns to a complete standstill but having lived under the hot LA sun almost all of your life, you’d never even seen a snowflake with your own eyes, let alone the inches of white stuff that December was supposed to bring. 

Ruben had shown you pictures of him in knee length snow, and others of him at home with his family growing up and during his club playing days.He always looked happy, cold but the smile rarely slipped from his face.  He promised you that at the first sign of snow approaching, he’d do what he could to ensure you had the best experience with it and you’d sworn that you’d hold him to it. 

So far, December has proven to be freezing with Ruben constantly reminding you that “this is still autumn, sorry. Fall,” he’d say in an exaggerated accent, “and you still have time to go before experiencing a real winter.” He’d head out, thick coat unzipped and no scarf on while the tip of his nose and his fingers resembled ice cubes while you trudged behind him in a sweater, thick coat, gloves, scarf and hat and still felt the cold seeping into your bones. He’d warm up within ten minutes or so once in the warmth but it felt like an age before you’d defrosted and could feel your limbs again comfortably. If this truly was still fall, Winter was not a season that you were particularly excited for anymore. 

Everywhere the two of you have visited has been incredibly busy. streets were flooded with bodies scrambling in and out of shop doors and spilling out into the roads as more people grew impatient with those who preferred dawdling. Shopping here was a whole new experience but Ruben kept you close to him at all times with an arm protectively wrapped around your back and guiding you to where you both needed to go. 

“It’s going to snow soon,” Ruben stated, looking down at you with a big grin. 

“You can’t know that.” you’d challenged, sniffing at the air but only taking in a ridiculous amount of coldness which seems to burn your sinuses. 

“I can. And it will. I can smell it in the air.”

You thought he sounded ridiculous and you backed up your belief by betting him a weeks worth of household chores. By the time you returned home, your feet ached more than you thought possible and the bath that Ruben made for you helped to both warm you back up and soothe your aching body. Climbing into the bed, you vaguely remembered Ruben saying something about the first snowflakes of the year beginning to fall but you were too exhausted to fully take in what he was saying before you slipped into the land of nod. 

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The smell of breakfast and coffee coaxes you slowly from your sleep. Your eyes still feel heavy and giving a little stretch only confirms that your muscles still haven’t forgiven you for yesterday. Opening one eye only, you glance around and note that Ruben hasn’t joined you back in the bed yet. Testing the waters a little further, you stick a foot out and immediately pull it back under the duvet as the cold hits your skin. 

“Please put the heating on Ruben,” you groan to yourself as you pull the duvet up and over your head and you snuggle back down into the warmth as you come around properly. You may have fallen asleep again, you may have just taken a while to fully awake, which one it was, you’re really not sure but by the time you’re pulling back the duvet and sitting up while wiping sleep from your eyes, you can hear Ruben making his way upstairs. 

His large size takes up the doorframe impressively as always, and in his hands is a drink for himself and a hot caffeinated drink for yourself if the smell was anything to go by. It’s only once your hands wrap around the mug that he offers you that you also realise that the bite in the air has now disappeared thanks to the radiators being in full swing now. It was bliss. 

“I was right by the way.” Ruben states proudly as he takes a sip of his drink and perches himself on the edge of the bed. 

“Hmmm? In what way?” you ask before blowing over the surface of the drink and tentatively taking a small sip. 

“It snowed.” he says, a grin spreading across his face as surprise contorts your expression. 

“For real?” You make quick work of putting down your mug and heading over to the window. The chill alone through the glass makes you shiver but there it is, just like Ruben promised. Blankets of thick white covering the lawn, patio, the tree branches and bird feeders. The football posts and net that is always assembled has an impressive amount across the bar and more continues to fall from the sky. The clouds are a dark grey and it doesn’t appear like it’ll stop any time soon. “Can we go out in it?” 

“Not before you’ve drunk your drink and there’s breakfast downstairs. Trust me, you’ll need something warm in your belly if you’re going to be going out there.”

And Ruben wasn’t wrong. Even beneath the multitude of layers which you’d piled on before stepping outside, the moment the door was open, the coldness took your breath away. You’ve taken several photos for you to look back on and maybe a few to upload to your social media for those back home to see. It really was beautiful. Freezing cold but beautiful. 

“I feel guilty for ruining it.” you comment, turning to look at him as he stands behind you equally wrapped up.

“You don’t need to go out if you don’t want to.” he offers you another solution. 

“And what if i never get this chance again?”

“You’ll see snow again.”

“It’s taken me this many years just to experience this. But to get snow this close to Christmas? How often have you had a white Christmas?” 

“You’ve got me there. Rarely. Maybe once, twice max.”

“Exactly.” You say sternly and turn back to the white garden. You lift your foot and hesitantly take that first step, not wanting to ruin the picturesque scene before you but you couldn’t deny that first crunch of the crust breaking is incredibly satisfying. 

The next step was just as beautiful. And the one after that. And the one after that. Pausing, you pull your phone from your pocket to take a quick snap of the footsteps imprinted and find yourself looking into Ruben’s camera as he takes a picture of you too. 

“Look how happy you are.” He notes, a boyish grin on his own face from watching you. You hadn’t noticed you were smiling but now he’s pointed it out, you can feel it oh too clearly. 

“I feel like a child at…well, Christmas.”

“Consider this an early present then.”

“I want to build a snowman and have a snowball fight but I don't want to mess it all up.”

“Why don’t we walk right up to the back there and make our snowmen and then come back a-”

“Can we try and walk back in our footsteps so we’re not disturbing it too much?” you ask him, eyes large and pleading. 

“Of course baby.” He says and steps into your prints. 

Despite being outside less than five minutes, the cold is already penetrating your skin and chilling your bones. Your fingers ache within the softness of the gloves that Ruben made you wear. He’d stood you in front of him and dressed you like he would a child. He’d tucked your scarf in, adjusted your hat and ensured that your gloves were pulled up high on your wrist to be tucked into the sleeve of your coat. “I know these weather conditions better than you. I don’t want you being sick for Christmas because you weren’t properly dressed for this.” he’d said before kissing your nose. 

You trudge up where you know the path is but unable to currently see it and keep going until you find a good open space which seems ideal for snowman building. Ruben appears beside you within a few seconds and stares at the space alongside you. 

“How should we tackle this?” You ask and look up at him. 

“Do you picture a snowman with a head, belly and base where the legs should be or just a head and belly? Do you picture two or three balls?”

“Two. I don’t think I could manage three. My hands are too cold, I fear they may fall off before I finish making him.”

“At least I could add them for authenticity.” Ruben jokes then swallows back his laugh when catches your facial expression. “The bottom ball needs to be bigger than the top. We can start with a snowball and then keep adding to it and adding to it until it’s the right size. Then we’ll add these,” he pauses to pull out something out of his pocket. Unbeknown to you, he’d scoured the house for things that could be used for this exact reason. He also retrieves a carrot too. “for the snowman’s face and buttons. I can put on my hat and scarf.”

“But then you’ll be cold.”

“We’ll get a few more English winters into you and you’ll barely feel it at all.” He grins, before bending at the waist and scoops up a handful of snow. “We better get going. Knowing English weather, it’ll start raining soon and all of this will be washed away.”

You’re not sure if he’s joking or not, but you’ve had your fair share of rain so far and you’re not about to start doubting him now. You mirror him, bending to scoop up your own handful and cast him a warm smile, “then let's begin.”

[footballerimaginess]

Cute and cuddly tube ride with Ruben pls 🤗

Taking a date night to the centre of London was just what you and Ruben needed. The food, the restaurant, the company all of it was just perfect. You get onto the tube to head back home, it was so quiet and peaceful which as very unlike London night life. “Thank you for a lovely date” you whispered. “Aww babe, I’m very happy you enjoyed it” he gently kissed the top of your head as you snuggled together.

[lxndonorris]

one night stand - Ruben Loftus-Cheek

Y/N x Ruben Loftus-Cheek

Theme: Smut, Swearing, Explicit (you’ve been warned)

meeting Ruben at a club, not looking for anything serious. But you are intrigued by his charm and it gets touchy inside the restroom x

word count: 2080+

Dating and finding the perfect man to share the rest of your life with was never your favorite thing to do. Relationships tend to get complicated and most of them just end badly. So you made the decision to just focus on yourself, enjoying life, and taking everything easy.

Today, one of your good friends asked you to join him at a club but canceled your plans after you already arrived at the location. Disappointed and angry, you're sitting at the bar with a glass of champagne, drowning your feelings in alcohol. It was supposed to be a fun night out, clubbing through the city, but now, you feel like going home.

"Is this seat taken?" You hear someone say from behind you. Turning around you see a tall guy, smiling coyly and pointing at the very empty spot right next to you. "No, of course, it's free." You shrug and turn back to your champagne while you can see him sitting down in the corner of your eye. "A beer for me please." That guy says and takes his phone out, texting someone.

Your phone buzzes as well, but without looking at it, you throw it onto your purse, sighing deeply. "Tough day, huh?" He says, seemingly noticing your distress. "Don't get me started." You say quietly, forcing a weak smile. For a few seconds, you just look into each other's eyes before he shakes his head quickly. "Where are my manners. I'm Ruben." He says, grinning widely.

"Y/N." You say, nodding approvingly. Ruben smiles quickly and the bartender hands him his beer. Happily, he takes a deep sip of his drink, nearly emptying it at once before he puts the glass back down, sighing loudly. "Tough day, huh?" You say snarkily, making him choke on his beer. "Tell me about it." Ruben blushes slightly, running a hand through his scruffy beard.

"How about I tell you what's bugging me, and you do the same?" You ask him, raising an eyebrow, your eyes wandering all across his body. He tenses a bit, hesitating but then he agrees. "Ladies first," Ruben says, emptying his glass. Rolling your eyes, you turn towards him, your hand holding on to your champagne. "A friend asked me to be here, and canceled just five minutes ago."

He shakes his head slowly, his eyes stuck on yours. "That's rough." Your eyes open wide, you nod. "Now I'm going to get drunk and lose myself." You raise your glass and take another sip. "I'd drink to that, but mine's already empty." He says and orders another. Giggling, you start to wonder what is actually happening right here, but then you notice him looking at you closely. 

"What?" You say shyly, feeling the heat rise into your whole body. Ruben licks his lip and his eyes wander all around the club, looking for an explanation. "I just can't believe I'm talking to such a gorgeous girl right now." Now blushing heavily, the two of you giggle shyly. After a while, you remember your deal. "It's your turn. Why are you here?" Ruben nods approvingly as he gets another glass of beer.

"I had a bad day at training and just need to release some steam." He growls deeply before he turns back to you. "We're in the same boat." You nod and clink glasses with him. For a while, both of you chat about nothing in particular, spending time together till midnight. After a few more drinks, he turns to you, his face tensing at the sight of your eyes. "It’s nearly midnight, I bet you have someone waiting at home, don’t you?” 

He says, his voice rougher than before but you just shrug. “Nah, I’m not good at relationships. You say, tucking your hair behind your ear noticing him now thinking deeply. “I kinda doubt it, you’re nice charming and look so damn good. It should be easy for you to find someone.” He says, softly pulling at his sleeves. “Believe it or not, I’ll probably end up alone.” You giggle softly, thinking about your past disastrous dates.

Then, you turn back to him, raising an eyebrow. “How about yourself, you’re not single are you?” Now he chuckles, scratching his neck again. “I’m not looking for anything serious. It’s easier like this. No responsibilities.” He empties his beer quickly, and you can’t help yourself but look at his body again, biting your lips. “It’s s shame.” You say, shrugging again. Confused, he turns his face towards you, raising both of his eyebrows.

“What?” He blushes slightly, his whole body tensing. “Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you’re way too good looking to end up alone.” You giggle, putting one of your hands on his thighs, softly stroking him through his tight suit pants. His eyes follow your hand across his pants, slowly wandering back to your face. “Oh, I could say the same about you,” Ruben smirks, leaning in closer. “Maybe we can enjoy ourselves, together.” 

He whispers into your ear, his warm breath tickling on your skin. Carefully, you run a hand along his arm, feeling his muscles tense through his shirt, reacting immediately to your touch. “I thought you’d never ask.” You breathe down his neck, your hand now at his shoulders. Ruben slowly separates from you, a huge grin forming on his face. “You know I’m shy.” He smirks playfully, his hand now running along your leg to your waist.

“I doubt that.” You giggle, leaning in for a sweet and gentle kiss. His taste still lingering on your lips, you keep your face just inches away from his. “Fuck.” He mutters deeply, closing his eyes for a few seconds, before the open wide, his beautiful dark eyes seemingly staring into your soul. “You want this?” You say, taking a deep breath, your gaze shifting between his eyes and his lips. “So much,” Ruben says softly before you take his hand and lead him away from the bar.

“Where are we going?” He chuckles, firmly following your lead through the crowded club. Quickly, you turn around, nearly falling into his arms but he catches you easily. “Wow, easy.” He smirks but you are overwhelmed by the feeling of his chest against yours and his hands gently on your waist. “I can’t wait any longer.” You say quietly, making him raise an eyebrow curiously. “Naughty girl, Y/N.” He whispers, but then takes the lead towards the restrooms. 

“Who’s the naughty one now.” You hiss, while he makes sure no one is inside the room before quickly rushing inside. Together you enter a stall and close the door behind you. You Don’t have any time to react as he presses his well-formed body against yours, his lips barely brushing against your neck. “Let’s agree that we’re both naughty,” Ruben smirks, slowly turning his face to you. “I can live with that.” You shrug, your hands softly stroking his chest, down to his waist, finding their way between his legs, feeling the huge bulge already formed inside his pants.

“Ruben, you’re so excited.” He licks his lips and tenderly bends his hips into your touch. “This is your doing. Just yours.” Kissing his cheek, his neck, you feel his scruffy beard tickling on your skin. He growls deeply, his hands encompassing every part of your body until you can feel them sliding between your legs, under your skirt, brushing over your underwear. While his fingers work on your panties you lean your head back against the door.

“I didn’t imagine this day to end like this.” You giggle nervously before he lets your underwear down to your knees. “Me neither.” He smirks, deeply looking into your eyes. “Life is full of surprises.” You whisper, his fingers now gently stroking your clit. “Just like you.” Ruben kisses you once, twice as you feel his taste slowly intoxicating your mind. 

While he kisses you softly, you keep on stroking his bulging dick through his pants, stronger and rougher the more his fingers touch you. “Fuck.” He breathes into your mouth, closing his eyes again. Just then, you can hear the restroom door open as somebody walks inside. Teasingly, you grab Ruben’s crotch firmly, making him wince quickly. “Seriously?” He growls quietly, his fingers now stroking you harder before getting inside you.

You moan once, your head hitting the door making a loud noise. “Hello?” The guy says surprised, while you can hear him pacing through the room. Swiftly, you open Ruben’s pants and watch them slide down his thighs. He tilts his head slightly, gnashing his teeth, his fingers now gently stroking you. Gasping at the dent in his boxers, you lick your lips again, tracing the outlines of his swelling with a finger teasingly.

Ruben softly shakes his head, but you cannot resist the urge to touch him. While you start stroking him firmly, he tries his best to not make any sound, but you can see the pain in his eyes. Again, you can feel his fingers move inside you until you let out a loud groan. “What are you doing in there?” That guy says, now knocking at the door. “Just fuck off.” Ruben grunts, pressing you even harder against the door. 

“Dude, what the fuck.” Before Ruben can say anything, you roll your eyes. “You can join in and come inside or fuck off, douche.” You hiss angrily, slamming your hand against the door. “I’m sorry, uh, I’ll leave now.” He says quietly and you can hear the door close again. “That was hot,” Ruben smirks, his hands gently stroking just the right spot for you to moan deeply again. “Fuck me now.” You put your hands around his neck, pulling him into you for a passionate kiss.

With a little help from you, he gets rid of his boxers, exposing the full length of his dick. Breathing deeply, you look at his cock, your eyes stuck at him for a few seconds. Ruben gently lifts your chin to look into your eyes, smirking deeply. “Ready?” He says softly, his hands sliding out of you, making room for something else. Nodding quickly, you moan weakly once he slides inside you, filling you up completely.

“You feel so tight.” He groans loudly, kissing you once more. “This is insane.” You giggle, flinching quickly as he starts thrusting into you, slowly, steadily, just enough to get you closer to the edge. With every single move, you feel him getting stronger, making it even harder for you to not scream out. “This is good.” Ruben breathes into you again, now placing kisses all over your neck while he keeps thrusting into you.

With your arms around his neck, gently stroking his back, you try to steady yourself as his moves get even stronger.  “I’m nearly there.” You grunt, leaning into him, the scent of his cologne now clouding your mind even more. Giving in to him completely, you softly kiss his neck. “Nearly isn’t enough.” He growls and with another strong thrust, he moans, leaning his head back. 

After a few more strong moves, the two of you come together, screaming out in ecstasy. For a while, you rest inside his arms, Ruben holding you close to his chest before pulling his cock out of you. He kisses you again, softly, leaving a lingering desire wherever his lips touch your skin. “This was so good.” You whisper, rubbing your cheek against his, his beard still scratchy and scruffy.

Together, you help each other getting dressed again and leave the restroom, hand in hand. A few people look at you suspiciously, but you don’t mind it at all. “This was something.” You giggle, playing with your hair while he leads you to the wardrobe. “I know right.” He turns his face to you, smiling widely. Just then, you tug at his arm, trying to turn him around. Before he can protest, you wrap him in a warm hug. “Thank you again, for this night.” You mutter into his shoulder as he embraces your touch.

“I have to thank you,” Ruben whisper into your ear, gently stroking your back. “I can still feel you.” He giggles quietly and you nudge him playfully. “Asshole.” You smirk, separating from him slowly “Can I see you again?” Stroking his chest firmly, you avoid his eyes for a few seconds until his gaze finally meets yours. “It would be my pleasure.” He kisses you once more and you exchange phone numbers, for future nights to come.

[emwritesfootball]

Can't Sleep | Ruben Loftus-Cheek

Not you nor Ruben being able to sleep so you both get out to sit in the backyard on one of the couches as you snuggle up to each other just chatting about life and having a peaceful moment. Him kissing your hand cheek head everything except your lips because you’re friends but you take the step and then apologize only for him to go all in for the next kiss. Something sweet yet passionate by the end basically.

Warnings: some innuendo, crossing lines with kisses x

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“Can’t sleep either?” You ask shyly, clutching your mug of chamomile tea as the cool night air of London hit your skin and formed goosebumps.

“Yeah,” Ruben replied, his voice a hushed whisper. It was well past midnight and everyone else at his place was already asleep, only the two of you still up. “Do you have another one of those?” He asked, gesturing to the mug in your hands.

“Take this one.” You hand it to him, your fingers brushing against his as he accepts what you’re offering and you can’t help sucking in a breath at the intimate contact. Your hands shake a little as you pour yourself another cup, trying to tell your heart to calm down and that the two of you are just friends.

“You’re back,” Ruben says, giving you a small smile when you return with a new mug in your hands.

“Of course. I couldn’t leave you out here all alone. Besides, when have the two of us had a moment like this in a while? It’s been months and I miss my friend.” You sat down next to him, reaching over and grabbing one of the blankets he always kept on hand for you, curling your legs under you as you rest your elbow on the back of the outdoor couch.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

It isn’t long after that and you’re opening up to him, recounting the last few months of your life that Ruben has missed because of football and both of your busy schedules. You finish your tea and Ruben does the same, both of you snuggling closer together as the warmth of the tea starts to wear off. You can’t help but reach over and grab his hand, running your thumb over the back of his hand.

Ruben brings your hands to his mouth, pressing his lips against your hand. It’s an action he’s done many times before, but somehow tonight it feels different. He lets go of your hand, pulling away for a second before putting his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into him. Your eyes close briefly as you feel his lips against your temple, brushing over your forehead and your cheeks, everywhere but your lips. It’s been a long time since he’d done this with you and you now remembered how long it had taken your heart to recover from this edge-of-something-more touches that never culminated in anything more than reset boundaries and your own broken heart.

Without thinking, you lean over and take his chin in your hands, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss that crosses all the carefully-set boundaries the two of you have had for years. “I-I’m sorry,” you stammer as you pull away, realizing what you’ve done after the moment’s worn off.

Ruben’s eyes search your face, his expression intense and unreadable. “Don’t be,” he murmurs, kissing you with a sense of assuredness that leaves you both wanting more. His hands reach for your waist and you shift so that you’re straddling him, your hands exploring his body as his do the same to you.

“What is this?” You ask in between kisses, resting your forehead against his.

“I don’t know, but I’ve wanted you for so long.”

His confession brings a smile to your face. “Me, too. Just promise me we’ll talk about it later - after you take me to bed.”

Ruben kisses you hard, standing up to let you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to bed to have his way with you.

[toomuchchelsea]

Getting home and jumping on Ruben, kissing and touching him, taking his clothes of and so on

enjoy, bubs x

Maybe it was because it was almost your time of the month but all day, all you felt was sexual frustration. You genuinely couldn’t wait to get home and just spend time with Ruben, preferably without your clothes on.

So, when you were finally done with your uni classes for the day, you practically ran home, entering your flat with Ruben and making a bee-line for your bedroom, quickly kicking off your shoes on the way there.

Ruben was sat on the bed with his laptop in his lap... wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. To be fair, London was experiencing a heat wave but as soon as you saw the love of your life looking like that, your body seemed to hit that same heat wave. 

“Hey, baby, how was uni--” Before he could even finish his sentence, you crossed the room, pushing Ruben’s laptop away and settling yourself in his lap, straddling it. “Well, good evening to you, too,” he chuckled, leaning forward to kiss you. He felt your hands travel to his abs, felt your need in the kiss, pulling back for a second; your lips found a new home on his neck, sucking on the skin as he let out a throaty laugh. “Are you about to be on your period?”

You nodded, pulling back with a proud grin. “Yeah, you wanna help fix me fix my problem?” you asked innocently, slowly pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra. 

“Always,” Ruben insisted, letting you pull his shorts off before he flipped you two around, grabbed a condom from the nightstand and had his way with you, effectively solving your problem.