#ruben dias x black reader

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Black Reader - A Sky Full of Stars

I didn't finnish my Man United content so I'll leave that for tomorrow, here is the Ruben fic! 😝

18+

Summary - Ruben takes reader to a Coldplay concert.

Enjoy!

"Girl, I don't even like Coldplay....." You whispered into your phone.

"Then why are you going to see their concert?" Your best friend asked, laughing at the fact.

You looked back over your shoulder. Ruben was still in the bathroom getting ready. You could hear him, humming along to the speaker that he brought in there.

"Apparently Ruben loves them." You sighed.

"He does? I didn't know that?"

Neither did you. He had suprised you with the tickets last minute, saying that he would love for you two to go. How could you say no?

"Do you even know any of their songs?"

"No." You snorted. "Maybe one song. That living la vida loca..."

"Wasn't that Ricky Martin who sang that one?"

"I don't fucking know? All I know is that I won't be able to enjoy myself at the concert because Coldplay don't play no music that makes you want to dance!"

Your friends lughter drummed in your ear "I agree. Aren't people just jumping up and down at their concerts?"

"Probably. I'll let you know how it goes."

"Okay girl. Remember, you're doing it for love. Perhaps Ruben will agree to see Beyonce Renaissance with you?"

"I doubt it, but thanks."

You hung up the phone just as Ruben left the bathroom.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

You stood. "Yes. Am I overdressed?"

You wore a red thin laced dressed, that hugged the shape of your body like an hourglass. Ruben on the other hand, wore beige chinos with a white shirt, leaving the top buttons undone.

"I don't know?" He muttered, eyes looking you up and down. "Turn around, let me see what's behind."

"Ruben. " You gasped.

He chuckled. "You look fine babe. The car is waiting for us downstairs."

You grabbed your purse and let Ruben escort you out of the door.

"Car? Aren't we taking yours?"

"Nah, it will be too difficult dealing with parking and stufff. Besides, I thought we could check into a hotel later."

"A hotel, why?"

You arrived downstairs. Ruben held the car door open for you to get in.

"No reason. He shrugged. "I just thought that it could be nice to finnish the day off with...."

"The two of us checking into a hotel?"

Ruben blushed.

You nodded. "Okay, it's a date then."

He smiled. "It's a date."

The concert was more or less what you expected it to be, a fully set Ethiad Stadium with people jumping amongst each other in a crowd. You didn't know the majority of the songs that were played, however, you did enjoy the light show that they put on. Apparently the wristbands you were given upon entery lit up and shifted colors, creating a swarm of lights amongst the people in the crowd.

"Are you having fun babe?"

The night had its moments though.

There was one song they played that made the whole crowd sing along, creating the most amazing atmosphere.

"What's this song called?" You asked. You were leaning your back against Ruben, swaying in his arms. It was soothing, the vibration of his chest as he sang along with the rest of the crowd.

"It's called A Sky Full of Stars." He said, lowering his head to whisper into your ear.

How fitting, you thought, with the glowing wristbands. Looking down, it did indeed look like you were surrounded by a sky full of stars.

"Do you like it?"

"The song?"

He nodded.

"Yes, it's good."

Ruben set his hands on your waist and brought himself down to plant kisses along your naked shoulder.

"I'm glad you're having fun." He whispered.

Blood rushed through your veins as he kept serranding your shoulder and neck with kisses, almost making you lose your footing.

"Ruben." You moaned. "Wait until we get to the hotel."

Seems like he couldn't wait. The concert ended and Ruben didn't seem cable of keeping his hands to himself during the car ride to the hotel. He leaned over to caress your legs, tugging at the hem of you dress as the two of you made out in the car like two horny teenagers.

"We have to stop." You gasped, when Ruben cornered you in the hotel elevator, on its way up.

"Ruben, please." You gasped as he backed you up against it, making you fall back flat against the matress.

"It's your fucking dress." He groaned, forcing himself to stop kissing you.

Arriving at your floor he lead you down the hallway, towards your hotel room. He slid the keycard into the door and did not waste anytime to take in the room. You were only staying for the night and all you seemed to need was the bed.

He grunted in response, too mesmerized by your legs that lay spread before him. He rolled up the hem of you dress to your hips, exposing your belly but most importantly, your damped underwear.

"You're hot for me too, no?"

You chuckled and pulled the hair on his head, wanting for him to stop admiring your wet pussy and come up and kiss you. He did so for a little while, allowing your tounges to dance in your mouths. But then he traced the kisses bellow, clearly more interested in what was happening down there

"Fuck Ruben."

His fingers caressed your opening, pushing your panties to the side. By now you were all his, swollen and glistering for him to enter you.

He threw your thighs over each of his shoulders, keeping them steady by pressing down on his palms.

You squealed as he licked across your swollen bead, taking the whole thing into his mouth, sucking it dry.

"Ruben please. You're gonna make me come too fast."

He ignored your plea, desperate to have you in his mouth, his tongue warm against your folds.

You raised your hips and began circulating the movement, so that Rubens rough beared caressed just the right spot. Along with the pressure applied by his tounge you were no match for him. Your body began to tremble, with you arching your back and fisting the sheets.

"Fuck." You said, coming down from the high, catching your breath.

Ruben came back up to place sloppy kisses in the crook of your neck, caging your head in between his arms.

"Why are you so good at that?" You asked, your chest heaving up and down trying to restore your breath. You probably didn't give half as good blow jobs like Ruben ate you out.

"I guess I was hungry." He chuckled. "And your pussy taste delicious."

His erection caressed your inner thigh as his weight lay on top of you. You reached down to unbuckle his belt. His lips kept latching on to your neck, making it a bit difficult for you to concentrate.

"Do you have any condoms?"

He paused and raised his head. "No, I forgot. Do you?"

You shook your head. "I'm not on anything either."

"You mean..."

"No birth controls."

"Do you still want to do it?"

"If you don't mind the risk of having a baby." You chuckled.

Ruben looked you dead in the eye, his gaze undoubtedly determined, his expression unmoved. "I don't mind." He said.

Your smile faded a little, mostly out of sheer suprise.

"Ruben I..."

"It's your choice of course."

"Thanks." You muttured.

Your thoughts drifted a little, to the moment you and Ruben shared during Coldplays performance of A Sky Full of Stars. You wished that moment would have lasted forever, with you leaning against Ruben and him swaying you in his strong arms. You remembered the swarm of lights, how they glowed so beautifully in the dark.

"You okay?"

You returned to the present. Ruben tucked one of your fallen braids behind your ear, letting his thumb stroke your bottom lip. It was plump from all the kisses, so was his.

"We could just go to bed." He shrugged.

You shook your head. "I want to fuck."

He chuckled, but then his expression was serious again. "No condom?"

You nodded, quite sure of yourself. "No condom."

That was all you had to say for Ruben to pick up where you left off.

You lay under him, his weight on top of you. He kept his pants on, only rolling them down just enough to pull himself out of his underwear.

His hard length, slapped against your folds as he raised his hips, trying to find your entrance.

You gasped in his ear as the first thrusts left you unadjusted to his size.

"Tell me to stop if it hurts." He grunted.

You shook your head, "Don't stop, just go slower."

You collcted a bundle of his hair as he pressed you against the matress once more, this time sinking in and out of you with ease. He kept at it, taking pride in the way your breath hitched with every stroke.

Your dress got torn somewhere along the way, with Ruben cupping your breast in one hand and sucking the nipple of the other, all this whilst his rough movments rocked the hotel bed, no fear of breaking it.

At one point you saw stars, a sky full of them. You knew that Ruben could see them too, because his body moved as if he was about detach himself from you, to pull himself out last minute.

"No, stay."

You trapped him with your legs around his waist.

Panic struck his voice, "Y/N, I'm about to..."

"Then do it, inside me."

"You sure?"

You nodded. "It's what I want."

It was a new experience for the both of you, coming together like this. With one last sloppy thrust Ruben knocked his hip bones against yours, emptying himself inside of you. You felt yourself clench around him, your walls closing in on him, sucking him dry.

"Fuck, Y/N. That was amazing." He said, dumping his body next to yours.

"Mhmm." You muttered, not really satisfied.

Ruben noticed this and raised his head. "Didn't you come?"

"Not like I usually do."

"Oh."

"But it's okay Ruben, I don't need to..."

He shook his head, refusing to listen to your protests. Scooting closer to you, his hand slipped below the sheets.

"Ruben I..."

"Sshhh." He hushed, his lips against your ear. "Relax."

His fingers began circulating your clit, slowly at first but with an increase of movement as you began to make noises again. Embarrassing noises, since you were the only one making them this time.

"Ruben, please I...."

"Shhh." He hissed. "Just let yourself go."

You did, or at least you tried to. And there was the stars again, appearing in the sky and all around you."

"Ruben I..."

He entered you with his fingers, hooking them against your clenching walls.

"Ruben please."

"Just let go."

You bit your lip, struggling to contain the throbbing fountain within in you.

"There." He said.  As you with one last clench of your walls came all over Ruben's hand.

He seemed to enjoy it, boyishly grinning at you.

"There." He repeated. "Now we can go to sleep."

You drifted off with his words, dreaming of newborn babies and a sky full of stars.

[hlstead]

I’ ll open my request for football players too! So send me requests for any player!

[sorceresski]

riding for ruben the first time + kink size

“Just like that” - Ruben Dias

A/n; thank you for this request🤭

Pairing: Ruben Dias x reader

Summary: soft dom Ruben guiding you to ride him how he likes, he loves watching you struggle but eventually giving you what you want.

Content:smut, size kink (you know the drill)

He had you pressed up against the bedroom door with your back towards him, your dress hiked up to your waist, the straps falling off your shoulders.

“You were very naughty today,” he murmured into your neck, grinding his hips into you. The black dress pants he wore did nothing to hide his excitement.

You wondered how you ended up here, thinking back to how you teased him the entire dinner. The dark looks he gave you each time you whispered in his ear sent a shiver through you that had your nipples hardening. The last straw had been when you disappeared to the bathroom and slipped your panties into his pocket when you returned.

Ruben basically dragged you out of the restaurant then. Now, he spanked you, drawing a yelp and a moan when he ran a finger through your damp, naked folds. You had been feeling confident in the restaurant but now…

“Ruben, I…” you tried to plead your cause but he shushed you and pulled away, taking his heat with him. You turned around, confused and dazed, to find him heading to the bed.

“Come here.” You found yourself obeying, coming to stand in front of him where he sat on the edge of the bed. “Strip” You pulled the dress above your head in one swift move. Reaching behind you, you unhooked your bra letting your breasts jiggle free.

His dark eyes followed your movements, drinking you in. He was still dressed while you stood naked before him, with only the earrings and necklace you wore on your body.

He leaned back, “Well? I’m all yours.” Excitement coursed through you as you went to your knees and palmed him through his trousers. He was always in control, dictating both his pleasure and yours. And now, though he was still technically in control, he’d given you the reins.

You unbuckled his belt and met his gaze as you unzipped his trouser, freeing his hard cock. His size always surprised you, you clench around nothing in anticipation. Precum leaked from the sensitive tip, coating your fingers. He sucked in a breath as you gave a few tentative pumps, your teasing had done a number on him.

You kissed his tip and ran your tongue down the underside and back up again. He bit his bottom lip and threw his head back. He grabbed your arm, “As much as I’d love for you to do that again, I won’t last long. Come.”

He laid back and watched as you straddled him, “Can you ride me?”

“Yes,” you replied, eager to please and try something new. But you both knew why he asked because even after a few months together you still needed sometime to adjust to his size. You knew it pleased him to some extent watching you struggle to accommodate him, the man had a size kink.

You leaned forward and kissed him, unbuttoning his shirt and leaving a trail of kisses as you went.

“Are you stalling?” He teased with dark eyes.

You furrowed your brows with resolve as you lined him up against you and began to sink down onto him. His hands flew to your hips to support you.

It took some time to get used to the intrusion but you finally began to move

A groan from him caused you to finally open your eyes, wanting to see the effect you had on him. You met his hot gaze and continued to ride him with new found vigour.

“Just like that?” You asked.

“Just like that.” Was his strangled response as his hands cupped your ass, helping you bounce more on him.

He pulled you to his chest, your breasts flush against his chest, and began to thrust into you. Your moans filled the room along with the sound of skin meeting skin. “Ruben…” the new angle was driving you crazy.

You weren’t going to last and neither was he, his rhythm began to falter. “Come with me.” He grunted in your ear and you both rode out the high together.

[coolemmasulivan]

Back Home

Pairing: Rúben Dias x Reader

Summary: Rúben comes back home from his vacation to surprise you early in the morning.

Word count: 1128

Author’s note: English isn’t my first language. Also, first time writing for Rúben.

The day before was the most exhausting day in recent weeks. Last night you came home, showered, ate dinner and by 8pm you were already sleeping on the couch with the news on in the background.

In another country, Rúben was finishing packing his bag. He wanted to surprise you and decided to go home earlier than you thought.

After the champions League,

You woke up later, feeling chilly. It was dark outside and the TV was still on. When you picked up your phone from the coffee table, you saw that it was already 3am. You let out a sigh and hid your face on the pillow. You didn't want to get up and leave the comfort of the grey coach, but since there was no blanket, you had no choice. Damn you, Manchester weather!

If only Ruben was here! He'd have picked you up in bridal style and put you to bed, as he had done so many times before. You missed him. The flat felt empty and bigger without him.

Despite the time, you decided to text him without really hoping he'd reply. You just wanted to tell him - again - how much you missed him.

Y/a: Just woke up on the sofa after falling asleep watching the news. I wish you were here… to put me to bed or give me a blanket 😂 I don't want to get up.

You turned off the TV and the room became even darker, the only light coming from outside through the windows. Not even a minute had passed when your phone vibrated in your hand.

Rúben: I knew that was the only reason you had me around. And I was beginning to think we had a special connection. 🤡

You smiled at the text.

Y/a: Don't worry, that's not the only reason I keep you around 😉

Rúben: If you say it is because you can be closer to Stones, I'll block your number.

You couldn't keep the laughter inside. You and Stones had become good friends quickly after being introduced by Rúben. Such good friends, that Stones - and obviously you - loved to tease Rúben every chance you got.

Y/a: I'm sorry babe, but have you seen him? He's like... Perfect!

Rúben: I'm blocking you! Bye.

You ended the conversation by sending him the emoji blowing a kiss. After getting up from the sofa, you had a glass of water and then went to the restroom. Once in bed, you pulled the covers over yourself. Just as you were about to drift off, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Rúben.

Rúben: If you're not already, please get up from the sofa and go to bed. You need a good night's rest and sleeping on the sofa is not the solution. Love you ❤️

With a smile on your face, you quickly fell back asleep.

It was 6am when Rúben arrived back in Manchester. On the way from the airport to the flat, all he could think about was you. It had been a long few weeks without you, and even though the time with the boys was great, not having you around was tough.

He entered the house quietly so as not to wake you. You slept like a rock, but having been alone for the past few weeks could turn you a little more sensitive to the little sounds and Ruben wasn't going to take his chances, so he quietly opened up the door, lifting his suitcase off the wooden floor.

You hadn't drawn back the curtains, so the light from outside made it easy to walk around.

He put the suitcase down and filled a vase with water to put the roses he had got you from the airport.

He put the vase down on the kitchen island and tiptoed towards the bedroom. The door was closed because you couldn't sleep with the door open - something he had to get used to when you moved in together. Slowly he opened it.

He thought it was strange that you couldn't sleep with the door open, but you didn't mind the open curtains.

You lay on the bed with your legs tucked into the black sheets. Your chest rose and fell slowly. Rúben leaned against the doorframe, looking at you. You were hugging his pillow, tightly against your chest, and one of his old tshirts on.

Having fetched a cushion from the sofa, he took off his clothes and lay down carefully beside you. He got as close to you as possible without waking you, but even unconsciously your body sensed his presence and quickly snuggled up to him, making his job easier.

"Rúben!" You mumbled. His eyes widened. Had he woken you up?

"Babe?" He whispered, but you said nothing. You were probably dreaming, so Rúben put his arm around your waist, closed his eyes and hid his nose in your hair.

It was 10 o'clock in the morning when you woke up and felt a tingling in your hip. Ruben, as usual, had woken up earlier than you and didn't resist. He just wanted you to wake up and greet him, so his hand went inside your shirt and massaged your hip. He lightly kissed your exposed neck and at that moment you began to move.

Opening your eyes, you immediately felt your back pressed against a hard chest and when your ear was bitten, you quickly turned around. Your boyfriend was looking at you with his bright smile that you had missed so much.

"Oh my god. How did you get here?" Excited, you sat up and put your hand on his tanned chest. "How… when did you get here?"

"I couldn't stay away from you any longer. I decided to come back early and surprise you." Oh, how you missed his deep voice in the morning.

He touched your cheek and you fell on top of him, your arms around his neck, hugging his strong body, while he whispered sweet words in your ear.

You stayed like that for a while until he spoke. "Have you fallen asleep?"

You lifted your face from his neck. "If this is a dream and you're not really here, I don't want to wake up."

Rúben brushed your hair from your face, placed a hand on the back of your neck and gently pulled you down to him, joining your lips with his in a passionate kiss. He turned you onto your back as the kiss grew more intense and your tongues fought for dominance.

"Is that enough to make it seem real?" He asked you as he broke the kiss to catch his breath.

You smirked and ran your hands through his hair. "Not enough, but you're in a good way."

[vmrsdias]

impossible love

GIF by @rubendiasatl

Pairing: Ruben Dias x Reader

Plot : you love him, but he is about to marry someone else

Author's note: English is not my firts language

You knew you shouldn't because it was unprofessional, but you loved it. You loved the way he looked at you, the way your heart pounded in your chest when he was near you.

“You should go ahead and look for another man”, this is the phrase you repeated in your head every day when you found out that Ruben was getting married. The problem with this sentence is that you couldn't. You went out (if you can call them that) with two guys, but they weren't Ruben and no one could have been him.

You heard the guys talking in the changing room, they were saying that the hen party was that same evening at a bar in Manchester. That evening you finished your shift as a physical therapist and went home. As soon as you arrived to welcome you there was your golden retiver, Snoopy, after playing with him, you went to take a shower, as soon as you came out you decided that you would drink a glass or maybe two of red wine. It was around 11.30pm when your phone lit up reporting a message from someone, that someone was your friend from university, Hanna, who was asking if you wanted to go for a drink in Manchester city centre. You really wanted to stay home but immediately after reading the message the doorbell rang. As soon as you open the door you find your friend, begging you to come out. "Come on, it's Friday night! Do you want to stay locked in here and drink that bottle of wine?" “yeah, that was actually my plan” you told him going to sit on the couch.

She didn't answer you, she just closed the door and went to your room, ignoring your calls. When you entered your room there was Hanna pulling down a little black dress, she turned towards you and says "put this on and let's go, without any objections y/n" "I want to stay home tonight" "no. this evening you will go out and get Ruben out of your mind" and while he was saying this he threw your dress. "It's not about him, it's been a very long week." Hanna has always been stubborn and fighting her was like fighting a wall. After telling you this he leaves the room but not before turning and telling you "I'll wait for you in the car, you have 10 minutes." He didn't even give you time to respond before you heard the sound of the door closing. 10 minutes later you were sitting in Hanna's car, heading towards the bar. When you entered the bar, you sat down and ordered. While you were chatting Hanna looks up and is shocked "don't turn around" "why?" "trust me don't do it", you didn't understand why so even though he told you not to do it you turned around and at that moment you instantly regretted it. Ruben was there with his future wife.

At that precise moment Ruben raised his head and your gaze met, the air around you seemed to have disappeared, so you ran outside. You leaned against the wall and closed your eyes thinking that you should have listened to all the people who said never to fall in love, because love hurts. You felt a hand on you and you opened your eyes, in front of you was the last person you wanted to see at that moment, Ruben. "are you OK?" you wanted to tell him that you weren't well, that you couldn't breathe and stop thinking about the two of you together.

"Why are you interested?" you replied to him in a tone that even you don't know where it came from. "of course I'm interested" "really?" "yes" "then why are you getting married to her?" “y/n” “do you love her?” “y/n” “stop saying my name and answer me, do you love her?” "do you know" "what do I know? that less than two months ago we were together in a bed and now you are getting married to another woman" in that moment everything came out, everything, you couldn't hold back. “I love her” when he said those words you stopped breathing for a second.

“you should have loved me not her” after these words you pushed yourself away from the wall and walked past Ruben, ignoring the fact that he was calling you.

From that day on you never saw Ruben again because when he left for his honeymoon, you decided to leave Manchester.

Maybe you were a coward but you couldn't bear to see him every day.

[errythinisblue]

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

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

Other situations.

Rúben Dias x Y/N

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

Warnings: none really, just some sexual innuendos.

gif credits to @rubenfinity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please…”

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

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

“What??”

“The things I do to my hair…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, I’m starving!”

“I know amor, I know…”

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

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

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

“Don’t tempt me… we have to eat.”

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

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

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

[blueathens]

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Summary: She hasn’t seen the three males who could be the father of her nearly eight-year-old kid in nearly eight years. What happens when they all show up at her successful hotel in Skopelos after receiving invitations from her daughter?  

Serendipity ((AU!Scooby Doo Universe) Ruben Dias x Reader) - JUST AN IDEA!

Summary: In which a group of friends become very known mystery solvers at the age of 20, however the group started crime solving at the age of 16, but all took a step back due to a relationship falling apart within their group and the stress of school. Now they are out of school, and have already solved quite a few crimes to make a name for themselves. In this alternative universe, the group fight and reveal the truth about the monsters under the masks.

The group consists of a two girls who were the first to befriend one another in primary school, then one of this girls dated the so called ‘leader’ of the group, before they fell apart and decided it be best to be friends - and then there was her cousin and his talking dog - together, though, they were Mystery Incorporated. Most didn’t take them seriously, still saw them as kids, and kids who were not skilled in the crime world, some took them seriously and would call them whenever they had suspicions.Now we follow them as the venture through another mystery - The Black Knight.

The Bet (Rúben Dias x Reader) - On Hold

Summary: In which she was never supposed to like him but she did, and then it all came crumbling down when a bet was involved.

[melanieph321]

and more related to the reader being Brazilian and presenting a little about her culture and without the impediment of communication with the reader's parents (Rúben nervous about meeting the reader's parents for the first time)

Thank you for your patience with me. 😅

Ruben Dias x Reader - No Son of Mine

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The first nights in Brazil were spent in hotels. You wanted to show Ruben around the sights, like the beach and other popular tourist attractions. It was his first time visiting your home country so you wanted to make it special.

Eventually you guys arrived in São Paulo, the city where you grew up. The city where all of your family and friends lived.

"She's home!" Your mother shouted as the car you were renting pulled up to your childhood home.

"Finally God has brought you back to us." She rushed down the driveway to give you a rib crushing hug.

"Mamãe." You groaned. Behind her the rest of the family spilled out of the house, your siblings, cousins, aunties and uncles. All had been awaiting your arrival.

"Y/N!"

"Look how skinny she has become."

"What are they feeding you in England?"

"Fish and chips." Your uncle joked.

"Pai! Come here and look how pale your daughter has become."

People were pinching your cheeks, pulling your dress and making you twirl around to get a better look at you.

"Guys, please."

You hadn't even gotten the chance to introduce them to Ruben yet. There was no need however, your family discovered him for themselves as he came up the driveway carrying all of your luggage.

"Oh my." Your mother gasped.

"Look at those arms." One of your aunties commented. "So strong, so full of veins."

Your sisters were no different.  "He's cute, no?"

"Stop it." You hushed.

Ruben certainly made a good impression with the females of your family. The men however, perked up their chests like male gorillas.

"Do you need helped with those?" Your dad said, clearing his throat to make his voice sound deeper.

Ruben shook his head. "No sir. But thank you."

"No. Thank you." Your auntie smiled, eyeing Ruben up and down as he went passed them with the bags.

You rolled your eyes, hooking your arm with Rubens. "Guys this is Ruben , my fiance."

"Fiance?" They frowned.

You had yet told them about Rubens proposal last month. This was one reason for your visit to Brazil.

"When did this happen?" Your mother said, taking your hand so she could get a better look at the ring. Your family gathered like chickens, gasping at the sight of the diamond ring.

"Last month." You smiled.

"And you told us nothing?" Your dad pushed through everyone to get to you, displaying a look disapointment.

"Well I wanted it to be a suprise."

"Normally a man asks the father for permission before proposing to his daughter." Your dad turned to Ruben.

"Pai!" 

He stepped up to Ruben in a way that made everyone nervous.

"What? It's a holy tradition, no?"

"Yes for us Pai." Your sisters help defend. "Ruben is not from Brazil."

"But he is Portuguese, no?"

"Here we go again." You sighed. Ever since your family found out that Ruben was Portuguese their view of him changed a bit. Especially your dad's view, since he has always been very in touch with his cultural roots and a preacher of how the white man took everything from our ancestors. Even when you were still a young girl he would say, "If you ever marry a Brazilian he better be as black as you."

"Pai?" Your mother came through to stop the commotion. "Stop this. We haven't seen our daughter in three years. This is not how we should welcome her and her beautiful husband to be."

Your dad groaned in response, but quickly came to his senses, seeing the hurt in your eyes.

"Y/N." He sighed. "You're mother is right, forgive me?"

"It's not me you should be apologizing too." You said, cuddling up to Ruben. He held an arm around your shoulders.

The whole family anticipated your father's next words. He still looked skeptically at Ruben.

"Do you have a job, son?"

"Yes sir." Ruben nodded.

"A house?"

"Two actually. One in England and one in Portugal. If you don't count the apprement we live in Manchester and the summerhouse in Spain, then I have four."

Your family nodded impressed, everyone but your father.

"Can you cook?" He said, continuing the live interrogation.

"I know a few dishes."

"Can you clean?"

"Of course."

"Dad stop this." You sighed.

He raised his hand "Just one final question."

"Shoot." Ruben said.

Your dad chuckled.  "It's funny you would say that. Can you play football? Because no son in law of mine shall step foot in my house without knowing how to use them."

Ruben shifted to you. His expression unsure.

"I haven't told them." You smiled.

"Told us what?" Your dad hissed.

"Pai, Ruben is a professional football player. He plays for Manchester City in the Premier League."

"My son." Your dad grinned, pulling Ruben in for a hug.

Everyone laughed, including you.

"I guess he's welcome to the family then?" You asked.

"Yes." He said, patting Rubens back. "He is very welcome."

[melanieph321]

could you do one of rúben training in the girl's garden (continuing with the story of the brazilian girl) and her mother and aunts saying that he's hot 😂

As you wish 🤣

Ruben Dias x Reader - No Son of Mine (Part 2)

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The days in São Paulo were hot, especially in the summertime. You were enjoying the sun with your sisters and aunts, whilst your dad and uncles got started on the BBQ. Ruben kept your cousins busy, chasing them around in the backyard, playing football.

"Here, put this on." Your auntie, passed you a bottle of sunscreen. You hesitated at first, considering that you've never had to put it on in England. During the English summers your melanin skin was enough to protect you, however the sun in Brazil had you cooking like a steak in a pan.

"Ruben!" You called him over to put some sunscreen on him as well. He ran towards you and your aunties, sweaty from the energetic game with your little cousin.

"Please go easy on them." You said, waiting for him to pull his shirt over his head so that you could massage some sunscreen onto his back.

"What do you mean?" He grinned.

You rolled your eyes. He was so competitive even with children. You watched him pass the ball between your cousins legs, triping their feet as if this was a real leauge game.

"Just go easy on them." You sighed.

"I am baby, don't worry." He leaned down to peck your lips before running back to the children, leaving his drenched t-shirt on your taning bed. You shook your head with a smile on your lips.

"Where do I get me one of those?" You aunt muttered, watching Ruben running away from you. Your sisters next to her nodded agreeingly.

"I guy like that must be good in bed?"

"Excuse me." You gasped.

"But he's so big, no?"

"I'm not having that discussion with you." Your aunties and sisters shared a look then laughed. "That means yes." They hollered.

"I can imagine." Your auntie removed her sunglasses and started nibbling at it's edge. "One stroke of him and I'd be out for the rest of the day."

"Aunty." You gasped at their unfiltered comments about your fiancés appearance. They clearly found him very attractive, perhaps even more than you.

"What?" She protested. "Y/N, I can't believe the fact that you don't have five children running around with a man like that walking around the house. I'd have him flip me over the first thing in the morning."

The ladies laughed. You blushed.

"Ruben and I haven't thought about having kids yet."

"Cuz you want him all to yourself huh?"

The ladies fell back in laughter again. There was no point in fighting them. They lay half naked and dehydrated in the sun, as drunk as they come. You were just happy that all of your family members seemed to love Ruben, but not as much as you did.

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Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 1/8

Yeah, this is going to be good 🤭🤭 So good!

Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?

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"A bodyguard? For what?"

"Y/N, a person has threatened your life."

"So? People do that online every day. Haters gonna hate."

You fell back against the cuchens of your fifthy thousand euro couch. Sure, it was expensive, but it came straight from the set of Pulp Fiction, a collectors item, worth every penny. Pulp Fiction was your absolute favorite movie of all time.

"I get that you don't want someone following you around all day, especially now with the tour of your knew album, but please consider your own safety first." You're sister had been managing you ever since the beginning of your singing career, of course her natural instict was to worry about you.

"Fine you sighed. So when is this guy coming?"

"Well, we had him fly in from his latest job in the UAE."

"The what know?"

"The UAE, like Dubai? Aapparently even the riches shieks in the middle east wants this guy as their bodyguard. He's an ex navy seal from what I've heard."

"Girl." You chuckled. "I received one threatening phone call from a man who calls himself the Dickonataor 3000. What makes you think I need a navy seal to protect me from that? You should have gotten one of the pumped up dudes from the fitness center I go to to set this guy straight. How much is this bodyguard guy even costing us?"

"Well, he said your only up for trial and that discussions won't happen until the end of that trial period."

"A trial?" You sat up. "You mean to tell me that this guy is only coming around for a trial. To what? See if my life is really worth guarding?"

"Somthing like that, yes. I don't know all the details. Taylor was the one who set everything up."

"Taylor? What does he know about hiring bodyguards?"

"Well he has a decade of experience when it comes to driving spoiled popstars like yourself."

"I'm not spoiled, you're spoiled."

You're sister smiled. "We're both spoiled."

"Mom would be very proud, too bad she rarely flies out to see us?"

"She will be here for your album release party, she promised."

"Yeah, yeah, promises promises, they mean nothing to me."

Your sister stood with her hands behind her back,  watching you. You hated the way she dressed nowadays, in pantsuits, like a damn politician.

"Are you ready to go back to rehearsals?" She asked. You had only gone back to your apartment for a quick break. You had been dancing all day.

"I haven't eaten anything yet." You said.

"We'll pick somthing up on the go, come." She offered you her hand. Just like she when you were kids, wanting to hold your hand on your way to school.

Rehearsals went well, however your feet were killing you by the time you got home. Taylor dropped you off at the apartment whilst your sister still had some business to take care of. You were glad to be alone for a change, having been surrounded by people telling you what to do all day.

"Maria?"

You peaked your head through to the kitchen to see if your personal chef was there. You'd ask her to cook a nice meal, perhaps one of her country's delicacies. You loved Brazilian food.

"Maria?"

She was nowhere to be found. You went to look for her in her office.

"Mari—"

"She's not here."

You froze as a big shadow swept behind you, followed by the dark voice of a man.

"Who are you?" You turned around and gasped. The man stood tall, dressed in a blacksuit and tie. His hair was slicked back, like a business man trying to appear more professional than he was.

"I'm here to kill you." He stated, just like that, with his hands tied before him.

"Um...okay. Taylor!!" You shouted.

"We're twelve stories up sweetheart, he won't hear you."

You frowned, applled by the man and his commanding, yet not threatening demeanor.

"What do you want, I don't keep any money here."

"Yeah, I realized that. However I hacked into your computer in your office."

"Y...you what?"

"It's not very smart of you not to encrypt any of your emails. I've received everything I need about your recent payments, credit card details, enough to forge your identity to make you go bankrupt in a few days time."

Your chest heaved up with your heavy breathing. Who was this guy, an intruder? Why was he so calm? Was he one of those serial killers to have sex with your corps before cutting it to pieces and eat it. Not on your watch, you thought and quickly ran back downstairs.

"Mariaaaaa!" You shouted.

"Like I said, I sent her home."

The man was right at your heals, following you wherever you went.

"What...why?" You said, slightly out of breath and your feet were still sore, so you didn't feel like running.

"Your apartment should be cleared out of staff by 6.pm it's easier to keep track of who goes in and out of the apartment if all your staff have a time stamp on them."

"How did you even get into the building?" You asked. "Did the doorman let you in?"

The man looked at you with tinted eyes, they were intimidating, yet kind. "The doorman has a shift change that occurs with a thirty minute window before the next guy shows up. I simply bid my time, observing your building all day, waiting for the right moment to simply walk into the building and take the elevator up to your floor."

"W.. what do you want?" You were trembling with fear now, ready to scream if the man dared try anything. However he seemed to keep his distance between you, yet it seemed like he was still invading your space.

"Like I said, I'm here to kill you. Or more so simulate how a killer would make the attempt to approach you in your home. From what I've gathered today you're an easy victim Y/N."

"How did you....wait are you...you're him aren't you? The bodyguard?"

The man stood with his hands behind his straight back, neither confirming or denying your statement.

You shook your head, a hint of a smile on your lips. "What a starnge way to introduce yourself and aren't you too young to be a bodyguard. I was expecting some G.I Joe looking mother fuc...."

"I think I'll do guarding a 60 kg girl who doesn't lock her front door when she leaves her home."

"But I know everyone who lives in this building and we have a doorman."

"You'll lock your doors from now on." He said, end of.

You were slightly taken back, mostly by the way he was dominating you, but also by the way you let him dominant you.

"It's my apartment,  I can do whatever I want." You said, a bit unconvincing.

"Not on my watch."

You snorted. "Right."

"Did I say something funny?"

"Yeah, a lot of things actually."

"I'm sorry to have frightened you with my unannounced entry Miss..."

"Y/N, is fine. " You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"It's just standard protocol for me to ensure that whoever I'm working for is secure beyond my protection so that when it's necessary for me to give my life to them, I'll know it was for the right reason and not some sloppy mistake like an unlocked door or the fact that you let unwanted personal linger past suitable hours."

You're eyes were narrowed as you stared at the man, trying to make sense of it all. You stared at him until the point of realizing that he was actually kind of cute.

"Oh shit, there you are."

The strange introduction came to an end with your sister stumbling through the door.

"Taylor told me that he picked you up from the airport hours ago. I see you've already met my sister." She stepped forward shaking the man's hand.

"Yes we have just made ourselves acquainted, setting some ground rules for this arrangement."

Your sister looked at you, slightly impressed. You on the other hand was not having it at all.

"Y/N, why the long face?" Your sister said. "Meet Ruben Dias, you're new bodyguard."

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I’ve got a request if you are taking them. Ruben helping the reader after getting her wisdom teeth out? Super fluff!! Love your work xx

Okay, so I sat down, ready to write this fic. Then my mind drifted away and I got really inspired to write another fic instead.

I'm sorry for not including the pulling of the tooth, but I tried to keep it "super fluff" 😅

Ruben Dias x Black Reader - Clumsy

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Clumsy wasn't enough to describe you. You were clumsy, embarrassing and utterly childish for not learning how to walk in heels until the age of 24.

"Are you okay?"

A stranger came to your rescue. Hopefully he missed the part where you faceplanted to the ground. I mean who trips on their way to brunch? On your way from brunch would have made way more sense.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You said, collecting your purse and accepting the hand he held out to you. You were brought to your feet with one swift motion. He was strong, a thousand times stronger than you.

"But you're bleeding."

"Yeah, I can see that."

It was your knees, bruised by the sidewalk. You were going to have a serious word with whoever one of your friends that suggested everyone wear pencilskirts to brunch.

"I've got some bandaids at home. I live right there." He pointed to the tall building across the street.

"Fine."

The place where you were having brunch was only around the corner anyway. And what was worse, showing up late for brunch or showing up with blood running down your ankles?

"I'm Ruben by the way." Said the strange man escorting you, arm and arm, across the street.

He lived in a remarkably fancy apartment. "I'm Y/N." You said, your eyes in awe of the decor you were met with. It's not that you thought that the guy was broke, but he did dress like he was about to rob a convenient store.

"Sit."

He ordered you to take a seat on his couch. You did as you were told in wait for him to return with the necessities to clean your wound.

"Does it hurt?"

He focused on clearing the blood and dirt first, a bit primitive in the way he went about it. His hand gripped your thigh, holding you still in a way you would never allow a man to do even on the second date.

"Y/N, does it hurt?"

You forced him to repeat the questions since you had been to concerned with his hand on your thigh.

"No, it's fine."

"Did you hit anything else, like your head?"

"No."

You thanked the gods that he hadn't witnessed your takle of the ground with your face. He must have just come around the corner when it happened. Perhaps he had been out for a jog? At least he dressed like he had been.

"I think this should do it."

Once the blood was gone and his hand was off your thigh, you could think straight again.

"I'm never wearing heels again, that's forsure."

You took them off and stretched your legs out on the couch. Ruben grabbed the wool he had used to clean your wound and threw them in the bin. He returned with two bandaids to cover the bruises with.

"They don't match my skintone." You said, not to be picky or anything.

"I didn't know they were supposed to do that." Ruben looked to the package, scratching his head.

"Well they are. It's so no one knows that you've hurt yourself and I'm quite desperate for the world not to know that I can't walk in heels."

Ruben chuckled, but did make his way to the door. "I'll be right back."

You thought it was sweet, he was sweet and handsome.

"There." He said, satisfied with finding a bandaid that matched your skin. He had returned from the store with three different selections of bandaids for you to choose from.

"Thank you Ruben. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you?" By the looks and view from his apartment, he seemed to be getting payed well enough.

"How about dinner? You look like you can cook."

"Come again?" You frowned. "You want me to cook you dinner?"

"As payment for helping you out, yes."

"B...but..." You were about to deliver the greatest speech on how chivalry was dead and how men killed it, when Ruben's lips widen into a devious grin.

"You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"About the cooking thing, yes, but not the part about wanting to have dinner with you. Unless..." His cheeks blossomed. "Unless you're not up for it, of course."

He was charming, kind and handsome. A deadly combination.

"I'd love to have dinner with you."

It was a deadly combination indeed, but a perfect excuse for being late for brunch.

This way when your friends asked you about the reason for your delay, you didn't have to tell them about the bruise on your knees from the faceplant. You could just tell them that you bumped into a handsome stranger who is now taking you for dinner.

"Great. I'll give you my number on our way down." He said, escorting you out of his apartment

[melanieph321]

Hello love i wanted to ask if you maybe would write something about ruben and a single mom? :)

Gotchu! ❤️

Ruben Dias x Reader - Most important

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You were stressad out because your ex husband was supposed to pick up your son an hour ago and take him to his football game today.

"Mommy, mommy when is daddy coming?"

You stopped pacing back and forth in the living room as your eight year old son entered. He stomped in with his cleats on and dressed in his team kit.

"Are you ready to go?" You asked.

"Yes, but where is daddy?"

He forgot, you thought. Because it wouldn't be the first time your ex husband did this to you and your son. Empty promises was about the only thing he brought to the table during your relationship.

"Let me just make one phone call baby and then I'll take you to the game."

"You'll take me?" Your son frowned. "Wasn't daddy supposed to take me this time?"

"I'm afraid daddy isn't coming this time."

You watched your son hold in his tears as he left the living room with his head to the ground. You hurried to make a phone call, keeping an eye on the watch as it held the time for when the train left.

"Hello, Ruben? It's me. "

You felt terrible about having to cancel your date tonight. But like you told Ruben when he first learned that you were a single mom, your son always comes first.

"It's no worries we'll just take the train to where the game is."

Ruben made an offer to drive you there instead.

"No Ruben it's okay. I wouldn't want to put you out."

A part of you also felt unsure about introducing him to your son. Although you really liked Ruben you two had only gone out for a couple of dates. Usually you wanted to know that a guy was in it for the long hall. You hadn't dated that much since your divorce so you had yet found someone like that. However there was something about Ruben that made him different from any other guy you've dated. Even your ex husband.

"Fine Ruben. We'll meet you downstairs in ten minutes."

You hung up the phone and made your way to your son's bedroom. You found him with his head hiding under the covers.

"Baby. We best get going if you wanna make it to the game in time. I've got mommy's friend picking us up, so no trains this time."

There was movments under the covers, soon your son's head popped up.

"Oh, Isaac." You sighed. His eyes were sprung red from crying.

"Mommy why doesn't dad want to come see me play?" He cried.

You shook your head. " It's not about you baby and don't ever think that again. Your daddy loves you, he's just a very busy man."

A man who loved his job more than his family, you and your friends used to joke.

You pulled Isaac in for a hug, allowing him to stop crying on his own. At some point your phone vibrated in your pocket.

"That's mommy's friend. We better get downstairs."

Introducing Isaac to Ruben was nerve wrecking, especially in Isaac current state. However Ruben was as polite as always, greeting Isaac by shaking his hand, despite Isaac's zero interest in doing so. He kept silent for most of the drive, causing you to throw anxious glances in the rareview mirror. Ruben noticed this and let his hand find yours, squeezing it for reassurance.

"Thank you." You smiled. "For the ride. You really saved us today."

"Anytime." Ruben nodded.

Arriving at the pitch you saw the parents of Isaac's teammates gather in the stands. The kids were already on their side of the pitch, having a light brief with their coach.

"Hurry Isaac." You said. "Ruben and I will take our seats in the stands."

You and Ruben got out of the car, Isaac however, remained in his seat.

"Isaac?" You pocket your head through the door to see him sitting back, eyebrows furrowed and cradling his bottle of water between his hands. "Isaac if you don't get out now you won't get to start the game."

Your son didn't move.

You looked to Ruben with concern. He knew about you situation with your ex husband but also how much your son adored him.

"I'll go talk to the coach." You said. "Perhaps tell him that Isaac isn't feeling well today."

Ruben nodded understandingly. "I'll stay here." He said.

You rushed over to the pitch. The kids that weren't playing were coming in to sit on the bench. Their coach was also headed this in, stopping to take his stand by the sidelines.

"Y/N?" He exclaimed, seeing you. "Did you get stuck in traffic? Is Isaac with you?"

"Yes coach, Isaac is here. He's just feeling a little unwell. I'm not sure his fit to play today."

"Well that's terrible. Isaac is one of our best players."

"I know, it just that..."

"Isaac there you are." Coach said, overlooking your shoulder.

You frowned but turned around to see Isaac sprinting your way with Ruben walking behind him.

"Sorry I'm late coach, can I still start the game?"

"Of course! You're our man son." Voach was quick to usher Isaac out on the pitch to take his place along his teammates. As Ruben approached you all you could do is take your place in the stands with the other parents.

The referee blew the whistle and the game went on.

You were a bit confused seeing Isaac play with such determination. Considering the fact that he was still in tears when you left the house and refused to get out of Ruben's car as you got here.

"Did you say somthing to Isaac to get him out of the car?" You asked Ruben. He must have said something, you thought.

But Ruben just shrugged his shoulders. "I just reminded him of what's important." He said.

"And what's important?" You frowned.

"The price."

"The price, what price?"

Ruben smiled. "I may or may not have promised your son all the McDonald's he can eat if he helped his team win this game."

"Ruben." You gasped. "You did not?"

"But I did." He laughed.

All the McDonald's he could eat is what Isaac got. You had bags full of it getting out of Ruben's car as he dropped you off at your apartment.

"Thank you again Ruben and for helping me out with Isaac." You were hesitant to kiss him in front of your son. Ruben however seemed to understand and settled with smiling at you instead.

"Can we reschedule to next week?" You asked. Hopefully Ruben still wanted to date you after having witness the slight chaos that was your life.

"Of course." He said, to you relief.

"Well then. Thank you for tonight and have a safe trip home."

"I will and thank you for letting me come see you play Isaac."

Isaac smiled with his cheeks full of cheeseburgers. "Bye Ruben, see you later." He waved.

Back home, Isaac had a shower whilst you put his clothes in the washing machine. Once he got ready for bed that night you couldn't help but to ask. "What exactly did Ruben say to you in the car?"

Like Ruben, he shrugged his shoulders. "He just reminded me of what's important?"

"The price?" You sighed.

"No." Isaac chuckled.

"No? What did he say was important then?"

"He said that I should always play for the people that cheer me on the most. Even on the rainy days."

"Oh."

"And that's you mom, isn't it?"

"Me?" You felt a slight jolt in your heart.

"Yes. You never let me miss a game even if it's raining or if we have to take the train to get to the pitch. You never let me miss a game even if you have to miss out on a date with your friend  because dad promised to take me this time but didn't."

"Oh Isaac." You cried."You know you always come first to me, always."

"I know" He nodded.

"Good." You kissed him godnight and stood. You flick the lights off on your way out.

"Hey mom?"

"Yes?" You stopped in the doorframe.

"Can Ruben come to my next game as well?"

You smiled. "Of course he can."

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Ruben dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Epilouge

It's so sad, but sweet.

R.I.P Ruben 😭😭😭😭

Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?

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Heart pounded in your chest as you stood before the towering iron gates of the women's prison. It had been three long years since the day your sister, had been imprisoned for the murder of Ruben. The pain and confusion still lingered within, but you were not there to ask her why she did what she did, you were there simply because you missed your sister. Why, however, was a question inevitably lingering in the air between you.

"You were always everyone's favorite." Your sister said.

The prison visiting room was cold, the sterile environment draining all the warmth from your soul.

"After dad died mom stopped pretending that this wasn't the case. You were everyone's favorite."

Your heart ached, seeing your sister wearing a faded prison uniform. It wasn't how you wanted to remember her. However this would be your first and last time visiting her.

Read the full epilogue on my Patreon by klicking the link below!

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Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 7/8

Things are heating up😫

⚠️Warning ⚠️

Mentioning of violence

Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?

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"So what are you gonna do?"

It was early, but not time to leave for the airport yet. You woke up to Ruben's warm chest against your cheek. He held you close, drawing lazy patterns on the hill of your shoulder.

"Face the music I guess."

"You're gonna confront your sister?"

"Yes and take responasbility for my life."

It felt like the most reasonable thing to do, however, the thought of facing your sister and Tyson again ached your stomach.

"Just know that whatever you choose to do, I'm here."

You tilted you head. Ruben was already looking at you, his eyes big and kind. You lay hand on his cheek, directing his face towards yours. You still had to get used to the feel of kissing another man. But compared to Tyson's, Ruben's kisses spread warmth throughout your chest.

Five hours later you left Brussels and returned home.

"You're early" Your sister said, as you and Ruben stepped through the door. Ironically she was seated on the couch, the same couch she and Tyson were getting freaky on whenever you weren't around.

"Where is Tyson?" You asked, as Ruben brought your bags upstairs.

"He's out. Left for a booking this morning."

"A modeling booking?"

"Exactly."

"Has he been getting alot of those whilst I was gone?"

"A few, why?" You sister mimicked the way you were looking at her with furrowed brows.

"Mom is not well." You muttered.

"Oh Y/N." Your sister stood, walking over to give you a hug. "I told you not to go over there. She never meant for us to see her like that."

Her hug was comforting, you gave in, forgetting the fact that you were supposed to be angry with her, then again, she had no clue that you knew about her and Tyson.

"She will always be our mother." She said, pulling you back to wipe your tears. And just like that you were eight years old again, needing your big sister to wipe your tears.

"I've had some trouble with my credit card." You said. "I should probably go to the bank for that, right?"

"Sure. We'll go tomorrow since I have some meetings tod..."

"There's a rehearsal today."

"For your tour?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, a dance rehearsal for all the back up dancers, why?"

"I should probably go to that shouldn't I. To share my opinions on things, right?"

"Um...sure, but like I said I have some meetings to attend today, so if you...."

"It's okay, I can go by myself."

"By yourself?" You sister frowned. You seldom did anything without checking with her first, perhaps that should stop now.

"Ruben will be with me of course."

"Ruben?" Your sister initially looked to want to protest, but change her mind as he came back down the stairs. "Of course." She nodded. "Ruben will go with you."

"I'll call you if I need anything."

"Yes, please do, call me."

You looked to Ruben. "I'll just hop in the shower then I'm ready to go."

He nodded. "I'll notify Taylor to bring the car around."

"Thanks." You smiled, as well as brush his arm with yours on your way up the stairs.

Rehearsal was great. You had never paid attention to the people working around you. It had always been your sister calling the shots,  giving everybody directions. But without her everyone was forced to listen to you and they really listened.

"So the laser will be pointing from that camera and that camera." Your stage director, Alejandro, said.

"That camera?" You turned in that direction, pretending to hold a microphone to your lips.

"Yes and then you'll turn to the other camera before the lasers shoot down from the sealing."

"Why the lasers?" You frowned.

"For the finally? Isn't that you wanted?"

"Um, I'm not sure."

"Your sister made it clear that its what you wanted." He shrugged. "We can remove them if you like?"

"Um...no it's okay. Keep them."

You left rehearsal not knowing how to feel. The start of your tour was so soon and you needed your sister by your side, but how could you ever trust her when she's been lying to your face for God knew how long.

"Shall we get somthing to eat?" Ruben held the door open for you to climb into the car.

"No, I'm not hungry."

Taylor your chauffeur greeted you with a smile through the rare view mirror. A smile which you returned. Ruben stepped in to sit next to him. His face expressed concern as he turned back to look at you.

"Y/N, you have to eat somthing."

"I will, I just need to go to the bank first."

"The bank?" He frowned.

"Yes the bank. Taylor will you take me there?"

You arrived within ten minutes.

"I won't be long." You said, hoping that Ruben would let you go alone.

He didn't.

He held the door open for you to step out and together you made your way into the bank.

After a short wait, a bank representative named Emily greeted you and led you and Ruben to a private office. "I understand your concern, Y/ N" she said, sympathetically. "Let me pull up your account information and see what might be causing this issue."

As you watched Emily's fingers dance across the keyboard, a knot formed in her stomach. The seconds felt like an eternity until Emily's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I... I think I've found the problem," Emily said, her voice filled with astonishment. "It appears that all your money was recently transferred to a foreign account."

Your heart sank, and you exchanged a worried glance with Ruben. "What? How is that possible? I certainly didn't authorize any transfers like that."

Emily nodded in understanding. "I believe you, Y/N. However a signature was authorized electronically. Do you have your phone with you today?"

"Well yes, but no."

"No?"

"No, my phone, old phone, was stolen a couple of weeks ago."

"Stolen?" Emily's lowered her gaze, her eyes looking at you over her glasses.

"Yes. Oh my god what am I gonna do? This can't be happening."

Ruben reached for your hand underneath the table.

"The best thing I can do is freeze you account and make sure no money gets in or out." Emily said. "But I'm afraid the police will have to help you retrieve the stolen money."

You rushed out of the bank, Ruben at your heels.

"Y/N, everything is gonna be alright, you'll get the money back."

How do you know that Ruben? Everything I've earned throughout my entire career, my savings, my savings that my parents put in there for me. Gone, it's all gone. So don't tell me that everything is going to be alright because it isn't."

He pulled you into his embrace right there in the middle of the street,  for everybody to see. If paparazzi showed up now your life would really be over.

"I have to tell my sister." You said, breaking up the hug. "She'd want to know about this."

Ruben nodded. "Of course,  do you need to come with you?"

You shook your head. "No, Taylor will take me back."

Ruben looked conflicted, not wanting to part from you, however you had sent him to replce your computer. With your phone gone and bank account hacked, everything old had to go and everything knew would have to be fire proof and Ruben assured you that he could fix that.

"You went to the bank without me?"

After telling your sister what the bank lady said, you were suprised that this was her first reaction.

"Yes, well it was urgent."

"Y/N,  I told you that I would have gone with you tomorrow. Why would you do this?"

"Are you serious right now? All of my money is gone and all you care about is the fact that I went to the bank without you?"

Your sister's expression mellowed. "You're right." She stepped forward, bringing you in for another hug. This hug wasn't like the one this morning. It was stiff and cold. "Everything is gonna be alright, you'll get your money back."

"That's what Ruben said." You muttered. Your sister grimaced at the mentioning of his name.

"What?"

"I don't trust him." She said.

You chuckled. "You, of all people don't trust Ruben? You're the one that hired him, rember?"

"I know I did, but..."

"But what?" You frowned, because your sister was really not the one to preach about trust.

"Tyson told me that Ruben keeps giving him these looks, looks as if all he wants to do is bash his face in."

"Right." You muttered. Hearing Tyson's name leave your sisters mouth simply made you nauseous.

"I've noticed it too. He cracks his knuckles every time he sees him, Y/N."

"It doesn't matter because Ruben is not the problem here." You said.

"No? Then who is?" Your sister looked terrified.

"Dickonataor 3000."

Her shoulders rose and fell with your answer. "Y/N, don't you think..."

"I know that nerd has got my phone. He's the one messing with my account. We need to find a way to track him somehow. Ruben will find a way."

Your sister stared at you blankly for a minute, like she couldn't recognize the person standing before her. "Maybe you should go to bed? Today must have really sucked for you."

You nodded. "Yes, yes it did."

You needed sleep. Sleep was your friend.

As the moon cast a soft glow upon your bedroom, you nestled comfortably beneath the covers. However you were abruptly awakened by a gentle touch.

"Ruben?" You groaned.

"No baby, it's me."

Your eyes flung open.

"Tyson?"

His lips were on yours. "I heard you had a bad day, let me make it better."

Confused and half-asleep, you pushed him away, struggling to fully grasp the situation.

"Y/N, relax." he whispered, lust lacing his voice.

Startled and groggy, your sleep-addled brain attempted to process his words. "Tyson stop, I'm not in the mood." You pleaded, never ever would you be in the mood for him. Yet, his eyes burned with an unsettling determination.

Pushing aside your obvious feelings of unease, he continued to make advances, his body betraying the desperation of his desires.

"Tyson, get off!"

He wrestled you against the matress, tracing unwanted kisses up your neck.

"Tyson,  I said stop!"

He chuckled.  "What, don't you want me to fuck you?"

No, now get the fuck off me!" You shouted. The last words to leave your mouth before Ruben barged into your bedroom, his face a mask of fury. His voice thundered through the room, "Get off her! Right now!"

Caught off guard and blinded by his own desires, Tyson froze momentarily. But it was the fierceness in Ruben's eyes that eventually jolted him back to reality. However it was too late Ruben was already pulling him off you, dropping Tyson on the floor.

"Ruben wait, stop!"

There was no stopping him. Ruben's eyes were dark, his expression emotionless whilst he pounded his fists against Tyson face, cracking his nose, breaking his jaw.

"Oh my god,  Tyson!" Your sister emerged in the doorway, dressed in her nightrobe. She saw the two men grappling on the floor beneath your bed and started screaming hysterically.

"Please stop it, you'll kill him! Y/N, do something!"

"Ruben please." You pleaded, however his hands just kept smashing into Tyson's bloody face. There was no stopping him. Never had you seen Ruben so angry, so out of control.

"Ruben, please stop it." You cried and that seemed to do it.

He looked to you and then to his bloody knuckles. A low grunt left Tyson limb body that lay beneath him.

"Y/N, I'm so..."

You shook you head. Not wanting Ruben to come any closer to you. He looked both terrified and hurt by this.

"That's it. I'm calling the fucking police!" You sister said, storming out of the room in a tearful rage.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 6/8

@stonesdiascity thank you for framing this picture of Ruben 🤭

⚠️ warning ⚠️

*Smut*

*Smut*

*Smut*

Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?

Enjoy!

You stepped off the plane after a long flight and felt a sense of excitement and warmth fill your heart. You couldn't wait to surprise your mother. A shame that your sister couldn't make it. She was really committed to your career, preparing everything ahead of your world tour.

"Just fly commercial." She said, always thinking of ways for you to save money.

After a short journey from the airport, you and Ruben, arrived at a charming hotel in the heart of Brussels. You spoke to your  mother's caretaker, who informed you that because of her medication, your mother would be too tired and unresponsive in the early afternoon. You had to wait until the evening to see her.

You approached the front desk, confidently handing over your credit cards to settle the bill, along with the pseudonym you always used when checking into any hotel in a crowded city. However, to your surprise, both of your cards were repeatedly declined.

"I don't know what's happening?"

Panic began to well up inside of you as thoughts of embarrassment and inconvenience raced through your mind.

"I recommend that you check your credit status with your bank Miss Ahmed." The receptionist smiled, ready to move on to the next hotel guest.

Seeing the distress on your face, Ruben, who had been towering over you, stepped forward and offered to pay for the room using his own credit card.

"Ruben, no. I can't let you do that."

He smiled at you and said "Don't worry. I've got you covered."

"I'll pay you back, I swear." You were so humbled by his gesture. You'd have to call your sister right away, she would know how to get in touch with your bank.

"We'll only take one room." You said, hindering the receptionist to check you into the other.

You turned to Ruben, he looked puzzled and rightfully so.

"Ruben, thank you so much for your kindness. I accept your offer, but on one condition: we'll share one room to lower the expenses. I don't want you to bear the entire cost."

Ruben's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly composed himself and nodded.

The two of you settled into the cozy hotel room. It was big enough to fit the both of you. The arrangements of who would sleep where would have to be negotiated later.

"She's not answering." You groaned, pacing the room, desperately trying to get a hold of your sister.

"It's this phone you gave me. It has a new number. Maybe she's afraid to answer?"

"I doubt it." Ruben said. He stood by the window, observing the streets below. You hated that he looked so calm in a time like this. "She'll know that it's you." He said.

"Then why isn't she answering?"

You gave up, throwing yourself onto the sofa, one arm draped over your eyes. Yes, you were overreacting, however today was supposed to be a good day, all your ducks needed to be in row.

You gasped as a hand nudged your thigh, Ruben's hand. Removing your arm from your eyes, his tall figure looked down at you, his expression slightly crooked.

"What?"

"Wanna go for lunch?"

"Apparently I don't have any money for lunch." You rolled over to lay on your stomach, face flat against the cuchens.

"It's my treat."

Fair play to Ruben. You took it to heart when he said that the treat was on him. Everything you pointed at he bought. Instead of going for "just lunch" you eneded up getting a tower of ice cream with every topping there was.

Perhaps he saw how happy it made you, wandering the streets of your hometown. He neither mocked you or questioned any of your decisions. However you made him a promise, as soon as things got cleared up with the bank you would pay him back every last cent.

"This is it." You said.

A day of sightseeing came to an end. As you stood outside the towering gates of the exquisite estate in Brussels. The thought of seeing your sick mother filled your heart with both sorrow and a glimmer of hope. The glossy bricks of the mansion epitomized luxury, but behind those walls lay your mother's waning strength and a battle against time.

"I won't be long. You can wait here if you like."

Ruben nodded, pressing his back against the gate walls. "Just call me if you need anything, anything at all Y/N."

"I'll be fine, thank you."

Memories flooded as you walked through the entrance to the estate. Memories of long walks in the surrounding gardens. Memories of lively laughter as you and your sister would chase each other down the halls. You were truly home.

A nurse let you in. Together you walked down illuminated corridors with sparkling chandeliers over head. You walked past stunning paintings, each telling a story of a life well-lived and memories cherished. These works of art served as a reminder of the vibrant woman your mother used to be, an art teacher, before she became a housewife and a mother of two girls. She had married wealthy, your father was a famous movie director since the early seventies. They were so in love and your family were so happy. With his passing your mother simply withdrew from herself, from everyone, from you.

"Elle est là." (She's in there.) The nurse said, having escorted you to your mother's chambers.

"Merci."

The door cracked as you entered.

"Mama, c'est moi?" (Mom, it's me.)

The undeniable scent of antiseptic lingered, juxtaposed against the scent of flowers that attempted to mask the sterile environment. Your mother lay motionless, her eyes closed, only the rise and fall of her chest indicating that she was still alive.

Silently, you moved closer to her bedside, tears streaming down her face. You held your mother's frail hand, cherishing the touch that once brought infinite comfort. You began talking, ramblings things about your life that you wish she would know.

"My career, you won't believe it. I am to go on a world tour soon. Don't worry though, I won't be alone, Y/S/N, will be with me and...Ruben. He's my bodyguard. He is..."

You jumped as your mother started coughing, a violent thrust of her chest.

"Madame!"

You called for the nurse who was at your mother's bedside before you could blink.

"Tu devrais y aller." (You should go.)

"But...I just got here." You cried, but to no use. The nurse had already turned her back on you, attaching things to your mother through tubes in her arms.

You backed away towards the door, horrified by the scene. You mother's coughing had stopped, replaced by a trembling hissing sound, as if...as...if

"Y/N..."

It was inaudible, your mother's voice, but it was...her voice.

"Mama, I'm here." You fell on your knees before her bed, gathering her frail hand in yours, squeezing it.

Your mother gathered all her strength to talk. "Tell your sister...."

"Yes? I'll tell her anything Mama."

"Tell your sister....that her will is not yours."

You frowned. "Her will is not mine? What does that mean, what does she want?"

Silence.

All movement from mother's bedside had seized. She was still breathing, however she was gone.

"Je suis désolé, mais tu dois partir maintenant." (I'm sorry, but you must go now.)

You rose to your feet, feeling a great sense of loss. Was that all your mother had to say, somthing about your sister's will? What about your will? Your will to have a mother again? Your will to be held? To be loved without so many fucking demands on your life.

"Y/N?"

Your feet had taken you back. Out of the estate and back to the gates where Ruben waited.

"You, okay?"

He noticed the distant look in your eyes, the trembling hands.

"Y/N, are you..."

You ran into his embrace and without hesitation he caught you in his arms. He caught you and held you despite the many tears that began to flow.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay."

His lips were against your curls, whispering sweet nothings. You stayed like that until the sky grew dark and the night ran cold.

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"You should eat something."

"I don't have any money, remember?"

You and Ruben were back at the hotel room, packing up your bags for the early flight you had tomorrow. It was the only one that could be found on such short notice. You hadn't imagined wanting to leave Brussels so soon. However, you had come to the realization that there was no one waiting for you here.

"Don't worry about the money, I'll..."

"I don't need you to pay for me Ruben, alright?"

He sighed but nodded his head. "Alright."

Excuse your foul mood but the day really hadn't been in your favor. With your credit card declining and your sister not picking up her phone, it was all just one big shit show.

"What if somthing has happned to her, what if that's the reason she isn't answering me?"

"I'm sure she's fine."

"How do you know?"

Ruben flared his nostrils, a deep sigh leaving his mouth.

"Ruben?" You frowned. "What's going on?"

He shook his head, a swift hand running through his thick hair.

"Ruben, what is it?"

He hesitated, but moved on to pull somthing out of his briefcase, a laptop.

"I had some cameras installed in your apartment, for obvious reasons" He took a seat on the sofa and so did you.

"This was from this morning." He said and typed in a code, which led to replaying footage of your living room. Your living room in London.

"Wait, but that's my sister." You pointed to the computer screen. She appeared to be watching TV.

"How could this be from this morning if I've been calling her all day?" You said. However your questioned answered itself. Your sister was seen reaching for her phone, checking the illuminated screen. She then rolled her eyes and set it aside.

"Wait, what?"

But that wasn't the worst part. After a few minutes Tyson appeared on screen. Tyson who was allegedly too busy with booking modeling gigs to come with you on this trip.

"What are they doing?"

Tyson held a bowl of popcorn which he set on the coffee table before your sister. He then joined her on the couch. Not only joining her, but railing her in, wrestling her down against the cuchens. She was laughing, both of them, laughing. They were doing more than laughing, they were...were...

Ruben clsosed the computer just as Tyson's shirt was coming off. You looked ahead, batting your eyes to prevent the tears from falling.

"Y/N, I'm so sorr..."

"You knew about this?" You stood from the couch, creating distance between you and Ruben. "You knew about this all along and didn't tell me?

"Y/N, I didn't know how to tell you. It's not...it's..."

You nodded "It's below your paygrade. I get it."

"Y/N, please."

"Don't!"

He had reached out to touch you. The look on Ruben's face when you slapped his hand away. He looked defeated.

You looked away, to embarrassed to meet his eyes. "How could she do this to me?" Holding in the tears was more painful than letting them out, so you let them out. "My own sister, how could she do this to me?"

None of it made any sense. None of it.

"Y/N, trust me when I say that I..."

"Trust you?" You turned to Ruben, your eyes bloodshot with tears.

His expression mellowed. "Y/N..."

"How could I possibly trust you when I can't even trust my own sister?" Saying the words out loud simply mortified you. They made you realize how alone you felt, how alone you've always felt.

"My mother is sick." You sniffled. "My mother is sick and I don't know why my credit card keeps declining." At this point you were loss for words on how pathetic your life was, how cluess you had been. "My mother is sick, my credit card keeps declining and on top of that some racoon killing psycho calling himself The Dickonataor 3000 is out there right now, with my phone."

You were exhausted. Breathless and exhausted. Ruben looked to you with the sincerest sympathy, too bad his pity couldn't comfort you any longer.

"Don't tell me who to trust Ruben, when there is not a single person on this earth that..."

Your body shook as Ruben leaped forward. He had leaped forward with such force that when his lips crashed into yours it felt like an emergency. Like his need to kiss you meant either life or death. He didn't force you to kiss him back. He waited patiently for your lips to give in. Despite the initial force the kiss was soft and sweet, exploring skin against skin, warmth against warmth. It quickly turned sloppy though, with hands running down each other's bodies.

"Y/N, wait."

As you knew he would,  Ruben was the first one to pull away.

"We shouldn't." He said, his lips plump with kisses.

"Why?" You chuckled. "Is this below your paygrade to?"

Surely this wasn't a good time to be exploring new options after finding out your boyfriend of five years had been cheating on you with your sister of twenty four years. However, the attraction was clearly there and Ruben seem to be the one having to control himself more than you.

"I want you to fuck me Ruben, right here,  right now." Fucking the bodyguard. How ironic, you thought.

He fell back against the sofa, with you climbing to sit in his lap, your skirt raised to your hips.

You gasped feeling how hard he was for you. "Yes, right there." You sighed, grinding your eager hips against his groin. "That feels so good Ruben. Fuck."

"Y/N." He groaned, hands digging into your hips to control as much of your movment as he could. He was struggling though, you could tell.

"Don't make me stop Ruben, this feels so good." His erection brought light to your eyes, putting more pressure on your clit than Tyson's lost fingers every could.

"I know it does, but..." He was being so careful, not wanting you to grind against him so hard. "...that's not my dick that's my..."

You looked down. His raised shirt revealed his countless abs, and somthing hooked inside his belt, the shaft of a gun.

"Be careful." He said, voice restrained.

But it felt so good. His gun against your clit gave you more pleasure you had ever felt before and so you kept grinding against it, soaking your panties with every stroke. Realizing that you weren't going to stop, Ruben tugged your shirt over your head, reavilng you swollen chest as you wore no bra. His eyes were big, not knowing where to start. With a hand pressed between your shoulder blades he brought you forwards, arching your backn in a way that offered your breast to him. He gladly accepted, his warm tounge making soft strokes across your nipples. You gasped with how good it felt. Soon he had you pinned to the cuchens, answering the question of who would sleep where. On top of each other, if not deep inside one another.

"Ruben please, fuck me."

"I don't have anything." He said, quite frustrated with himself.

Of course he wouldn't have brought condoms. He hadn't planned on fucking you on this trip. Although you wish he would.

His body cradled over yours, tracing soft kisses along your neck. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met." He said and the words could not be mistaken. "The most beautiful girl I have ever met." He repeated, almost like a hypnotic trans.

It made your arms around him loosen, somthing Ruben noticed immediately.

"This okay?" He raised his head to check on you.

You shook your head. "No."

"No?"

He sat up, giving you the space he thought you needed.

"No, Ruben, it's fine. It feels good. Its just..." You were doing it for the wrong reasons. Fucking your emotions away felt like a good idea at first, but hearing Ruben's kind words made you realize that he deserved better and so did you.

"Kiss me." You said, tugging at his unbuttoned shirt. "Just kiss me."

And so he did. Fulfilling your every wish and then some. Ruben would be a sweet lover, who knew? However that love would have to wait, just a little bit longer.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 5/8

*warning - mentioning of what adult people do in the bedroom*

The photo of Ruben 😫 A sweet little pumpkin 🎃 💕

Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?

Enjoy!

You took a deep breath as the spotlight announced your presence on stage.

With graceful poise, you began to sing, pouring your heart and soul into the lyrics. The melody glided through the air, touching every heart in the audience. Your voice was pure and captivating, embodying the emotions you wished to convey. The crowd was mesmerized, hanging on every word, as tears filled their eyes and yours. Your voice resonated within their souls, embracing them with a bittersweet tenderness. Your love for your mother poured out through each verse, capturing the essence of your ache to be with her.

Be Mine, the song was called. A favorite from your new album.

As the final notes of the song hung in the air, a profound silence fell upon the audience. Then, from the depths of their souls, thunderous applause erupted throughout the salon. The audience was on their feet, their applause a testament to the emotions that your voice had stirred within them.

You covered your mouth with your hand, overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support. Tears of gratitude streamed down your cheeks as you returned backstage, meeting the applause of your sister and Tyson.

"Y/N, that was...." Your sister was lost for words, she was crying too.

"You were amazing baby." Tyson pulled you into a hug.

"Thank you." You sniffled. "My make up."

"The kit is in my purse." You sister said, rushing off.

"Here take this." Tyson offered you a stained cloth that had been hanging on a stool.

"It will make it worse." You said, fanning you face with your hands.

"Here."

Something flashed before your eyes, a pink handkerchief. Ruben had come to the rescue, handing you the handkerchief from the pocket in his jacket, the color matching your dress.

"Thank you." You sniffled, swiping the tears away.

Ruben didn't look as moved by your performance like everyone else, maybe he hadn't payed attention.

"I got it." Your sister returned with her purse clutched in her hands. She brought out your make up kit and started redoing you face. You still had to get through the night, with the charity dinner and all. You were exhausted once you returned home.

"Fuck." Tyson groaned as he let his orgasm flood inside you. He rolled onto his back, coming down from the high.

"Was it good for you babe?" His hand stretched to rub your stomach.

You hummed your response, pulling the sheets to cover your naked body. Sex with Tyson was something. A part of you hated that he always seemed to be in a bit of a rush. You've always needed more time before you really got into it.

"I've missed this, I've missed you." He rolled onto his side to look at you.

"I've missed you too." You nodded.

You had known Tyson all your life. His dad had been a good friend of your dad and so you would spend many family vacations together. It had always seemed inevitable that you and Tyson would end up together, with your sister being a bit older than the two of you.

"Brussels is lonely without you." Tyson stroked your thigh over the sheets.

"Well I've always wanted go back and visit."

He nodded. "You should do that."

"Have you been to the house?"

"To see your mother, you mean?"

"Yes."

"Sure, I've stopped by."

"Really? How is she?"

"You know." He shrugged.

"Yes?"

"Well, you know..."

"Tyson."

"Okay, so I haven't gone over there in a while. But you know how your mother is, she doesn't want visitors."

"How do you know, you haven't gone over there to find out."

You crawled out of bed.

"Hey, let's not fight, not now."

You went over to your closet, grabbing a pair of socks and some new panties.

"Y/N, come back to bed."

"I have to pee." You muttered, grabbing your robe off the hanger.

You tip toed your way out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Upon you return to the bedroom you noticed the light coming from the kitchen downstairs.

"Ruben?"

His body shook a little at the sound of your voice.

"Y/N?"

You descended the staircase, approaching him where he stood behind the kitchen island.

"What are you doing up?"

He raised a skeptical brow. "I could say the same thing about you?"

"I couldn't sleep." You shrugged.

He nodded. "Same."

"What are you making?" The smell flared your nostrils. A pot was boiling behind his back.

"It's soup. A Portuguese recipe."

You licked your lips. "Intresting."

The corner of Ruben's lips hooked into a smile. "Would you like to have some with me?"

"I mean...if you insist."

He went over to the cupboards, bringing out two bowls. One for you and one for...

"Oh my god, what happened to your hand?"

You noticed the bruises on his knuckles when he set down his own bowl. He pulled back his hand, hiding his wounds.

"It's nothing it's...I've been training." He grunted.

"Training for what, an MMA fight?"

You gestured to see for yourself, making him reach out his arm towards you. His bruises looked sore and...fresh.

"Ruben how...?"

"I have a punching bag in my room."

"A what now?"

"It's good relief of tension."

You let go of his hand. "Well, I wouldn't want to be the person who has caused you this much tension."

"You're not."

Silence fell.

You hadn't expected Ruben to reply to your remark, it was meant as a joke.

"Ruben, I  didn't..."

He shook his head dismissively. "I'm sorry I...I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay." You nodded. Somthing really did have him rallied up. You wondered what it was.

"The soup is ready." He announced.

"Right, the soup."

For some reason you had lost your appetite. But as he topped up the bowl in front of you, you quickly changed your mind.

"Ruben this is so good, where did you learn how to cook like this?"

"My mother used to make it for me and my siblings when we were younger."

You didn't know Ruben had siblings. Who knows, maybe he had a whole family back home.

"It's delicious."

"Have some more."

He poured the last of it for you without giving you a chance to protest. It didn't matter really, you were ready to lick the bowl having emptying it.

"I've been meaning to ask you, Ruben..."

He finished the dishes, before pulling out a stool to sit across from you.

"Yes?"

His features looked so soft underneath the dimmed lights, the harshness of his usual expression softening a bit.

"I'm planning on visiting my mother in Belgium before the start of my world tour. My sister will probably come with me (god knew Tyson wouldn't) but where does that leave you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't know the exact details of our contract but I assume it doesn't require..."

"I'll come with you." He said, short and clear.

"Oh, okay."

"Your trial period ends ahead of next month, that's when we will discuss further agreements, but for now I'll follow you wherever you choose the go."

"Wherever? Even China?"

"Why would you go to China?" He frowned.

"It's a nice place." You shrugged. "I've never been."

"If China is where you wish to go. I'll follow you there."

You smiled, a warm feeling spreading within.

"Do you have a family Ruben?" You asked after a time spent in silence.

"Yes, my mother and..."

"No,  I meant like your own family, like wife and kids."

Ruben looked startled by the question.

"I know it's a bit inappropriate for me to ask. It just seemed like you would have..."

"I don't." He said, a flicker of sadness in his eyes.

Perhaps it didn't go with his lifestyle? Perhaps it wasn't possible for him to retain meaningful relationships at all. A great sacrifice, you thought.

"And you?" He asked.

"Me?"

"Do you wish to have a family someday, husband and kids?"

You nodded "Of course. But I don't think I'll be good at neither."

"No?"

"A wife is supposed to know how to cook, no? I don't think my husband will be happy living off of take out for the rest of his life. And my kids, I dunno, I've always been the youngest sibling, someone's always taken care of me. I doubt I'd be a good mother."

"I disagree." Ruben said, quite sternly.

Your conversation had entered strange waters, follwing a tied you had never explored before.

"You do?"

He cleared his throat. "I don't think you'd be a bad mother."

"No?"

"No, I see you. You care for people and that's good enough to be a mother and somebody's wife."

He said the last part with a clogged throat, still, the words caused the intended effects.

"Ruben I..." You felt overwhelmed with emotion. No one had ever spoken to you about these things, about life after your career. Ruben had allowed you to make more of yourself than you had ever dared to and for that you thanked him.

"I should probably..."

He stood.

You whined.

You didn't want the conversation to end, not now, not ever.

"Do you ever get scared of getting too close to someone?" You blurred out. "You know, to the point of worrying that you'll lose them?"

The question might have come out of the blue, but it had been one you had been carrying around for a lifetime and since Ruben seemed to have all the answers, you thought...

He looked at you skeptically, perhaps wondering what you were playing at with all these personal questions. Perhaps he feard that you would use them against him one day? Nevertheless his expression softened as he said,

"Yes. But for me it's too late."

"Oh."

He left it at that, biding you a goodnight, returning to his room, and you returned to yours.