#virgil van dijk fanfic

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Portugal Pretenders

Virgil Van Dijk x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fake dating, the boys love to tease virg, past players make an appearance, takes place at robbo's wedding (I just made up random dates, forgive me if it's not accurate lmao), begging for a favour, wedding softness, some teasing, alcohol and the consumption of, a few awkward moments, julia and thiago are their biggest fans, some nsfw humour, virg doesn't know how to use an iron, some childishness at the end, all around sweetness.

Word Count: 7.9k

Author's Note: okay, I've come back to bring you all a new virg fic, since you've been living in my inbox, asking for it. hopefully you like it as much as I do.

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"And this one's for you," Andy says, passing the light green envelope over to Virgil, catching his friend on his way out. "You've got a plus one, make sure you bring that girlfriend of yours you're always talking about."

Virgil nods, a smile on his face as he takes the invite from Andy. The panic fills his head, slowly moving down to his chest as he walks out of the training centre.

Andy's wedding was coming up in a few weeks. The boys have known about it for months, and as much as Andy insisted to Rachel that they don't need actual invites, she still sent them with her husband to be.

The defender finds himself driving home, thinking about how on earth he was going to find someone to join him at this wedding.

See, the thing was, the boys thought he was seeing something. That wasn't a total lie, as he was seeing someone but it ended as quickly as it started. He wasn't sure how to tell his friends that it was over and it spiralled, coming up with random details to tell them every time they asked about this non-existent girlfriend.

He didn't think Andy would go as far as giving him a plus one.

Virgil pulls into the driveway, opening the envelope as he reads the invite.

Celebrating the marriage of Andy Robertson and Rachel Roberts.

Rehearsal Dinner: July 2nd, 2022 at 7pm

Wedding Ceremony: July 3rd, 2022 at 3pm - Evening Reception to follow.

Join us in Faro, Portugal!

The rest of the details were on the back of the card, the invite was white with green accents to match the envelope. Must be their theme, he thinks, making a mental note to see if he has anything green to match.

He gets out of the car, putting the envelope in his pocket when he sees his neighbour, y/n, pulling into her driveway. He waves to her, the woman smiles at him as she pops her trunk open, a million bags waiting to be taken into the house.

"Need some help?" He offers, crossing the lawn to her driveway.

You smile, nodding. "Sure. Thank you, Virgil."

Virgil starts taking the bags out of the trunk, carrying them over to the front door as you unlock it. "I'm surprised you're home so early." He says.

"Keeping tabs on me?"

"No," he shakes his head, cheeks red. "I meant.. I usually see you come in late."

"Closed the clinic early today, we've got a staff party tomorrow, hence.." You gestured to the bags. Virgil nods, helping her carry them into her kitchen.

The two of you were on friendly terms, Virgil often helped you out around the house if you were busy. Despite being a footballer, he tended to take care of the yard work and you stopped by to make sure were in order at his place if he was away for a match or pre season training.

"How about a cup of tea?" You offered and he smiled, "you sure? I don't want to be a bother."

"Not a bother at all, make yourself at home. It's the least I could do to thank you for your help."

"It wasn't much help, I only carried the bags to the kitchen." He chuckles, sitting on a stool by the counter.

You shrugged, "still. It would have taken me like, 12 trips to get all of them, you used your big footballer muscles and did it in one."

Virgil smiles, watching as you filled the kettle with water and took two mugs out of the cupboard across from him; one with little flowers along the rim of it and the other a red mug Liverpool logo on the front.

"Surprised you have that," he says, you drop the teabags into the mug. "What? This?" You nodded to the red mug. "It'd just be wrong not to support the local team." You two laughed, you referred to Liverpool as if it was a rec league team.

You two are there in silence, you leaned on the counter as you stood across from the footballer. The man looked around while you looked at him, counting to yourself quietly. Once Virgil hears your whispers, he looks over at you with furrowed brows.

"What are you counting?"

"Your wrinkles," you say nonchalantly, pointing to his forehead as you count each one. Virgil rolls his eyes playfully, swatting your hand away. "You okay?"

He nods. "Yeah."

"You sure? I mean, you usually can't see the wrinkles on that big forehead on yours. So unless you've aged drastically since I've last seen you, I'd say you're worried about something."

"Is that your official diagnosis, Dr. L/n?"

"Yup," you nodded, smiling at him as you crossed your arms over your chest. "100%, now tell me, what's on your mind?"

"Well," he sighs as he starts. "I was invited to a wedding today."

"And? Is it for an ex or some cousin you hate?"

"No, nothing like that. It's actually Andy, you know, Robbo?"

You nodded, shutting the stove off when the kettle begans whistling. "He finally put a ring on Rachel? Good for them, tell them congratulations for me."

Virgil smiles, "I will."

"Wait, so if it's for Andy, what's the problem? I thought you two were good friends."

Virgil makes a face, wondering if he should really tell you what's bothering him. "We are, I uh.. I need a date for a wedding."

You laughed, "that's what's worrying you? C'mon Virgil, you're a footballer. You're handsome, you're young..ish- regardless, it shouldn't be too hard for you to get a date."

He rolls his eyes at your comment, "yeah well, easier said than done. Especially since I've - never mind."

"Oh no," you turn to face him after pouring the water into the mugs. "You're not going to leave me hanging like that! What, since you've..?

"Since I've been telling the guys I have a girlfriend. That's why Andy gave me a plus one, I really thought he wouldn't do that."

Your brows furrowed, you were beyond confused now. "Okay, you've officially lost me. You're nervous to ask her to be your date? Or - oh my god! Is she a married woman, Virgil?!"

"No!" He laughed, shaking his head at your outrageous suggestion. "I'd never date a married woman, in fact, I'm not dating anyone."

You were getting the milk from the fridge when what he said finally processed. You turn to face the man, "so wait, let me see if I got this right. You've been telling them you're seeing someone but you're not actually seeing anyone?" You say, looking for some clarification. Virgil nods, avoiding your gaze.

"Why would you lie to them?"

"I really didn't mean too! It wasn't a lie in the beginning. I was seeing this girl, she was cool but we didn't want the same things so it just sort of.. ended? They kept asking and I don't know why I didn't want to tell them the truth but I wasn't sure what to say so I played along and now, well, you know where I've ended up."

You sigh, unsure what to tell him. You didn't even think there was advice to help someone who's gotten themselves into such a position.

"That's a messed up thing you're in, dude." You added the milk to his mug, handing him the one with the flowers. Virgil nods, stirring the spoon in the mug.

"Do you have sugar?"

"Mhm hm," you turned, reaching up into the cupboard to get the sugar from the middle shelf.

Virgil watched, admiring you; not only on a surface level but deeper than that. He likes spending time with you, even if it was something as simple as a chat across the lawn. You were beautiful and kind, funny and smart, your humour was witty and you were charming. You could talk yourself out of a crime if need be - you were exactly who he was looking for.

Seems his lies have sent him in your direction; imagine if he hadn't helped you take your bags in today.

You turned to him with the sugar, you could feel him staring at you but he was sitting there, elbow on the counter with his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he smiled at you.

"What?"

"Will you be my date to the wedding?" He asks and you laugh, taking the top off the sugar jar.

"You're not serious."

"I am, what are you doing in 3 weeks?"

"Probably work, but I can't be your date, virgil."

He pouts, much like a child when they're told no. "Why not?"

"How would that work?"

"It's fine, I'll handle everything y/n. You just need to pack your bags and get the time off work. Hotels, flights, everything we need there, I'll take care of."

"Wait, the wedding isn't here?"

"Portugal," he says, doesn't miss the slight raise of your eyebrows.

"I've always said I'd go back to Portugal, even if it's just for a short time."

"See," Virgil says, "it's like my lying led us here, this can be a good thing for both of us. I'll have a girlfriend for the weekend and you get to visit Portugal again."

You can't help but laugh at his justification. "Please," he says, "I'm begging you now. I'll own you big time." His hands clasped together under his chin as he looked at you with big, brown, puppy eyes.

"Like season passes to your box at Anfield big time?" You asked, a raised eyebrow. Virgil laughs, nodding. "Exactly like that."

"You've got a deal then." You tell him, he smiles. "Perfect, I can't thank you enough."

"Mhm hm, now drink your tea before it gets cold."

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The week of the wedding arrives faster than expected, you had been in prep mode all week; getting your hair and nails done, trying to pack whatever you think you'd need for a wedding.

A celebrity's wedding isn't different from a normal one, is it? Is that what a footballer is? A celebrity ? Can you call it a celebrity wedding- Your thought was interrupted by a knock on the door.

It's Virgil, a big smile on his face despite it being 8am. "Why are you so happy?" You asked upon opening the door.

"Oh, good morning to you too, sunshine. Are you ready to go?" He makes a face, chuckling. He starts carrying your luggage out of the house as you make one last walk through, assuming you had everything and things were in place for the few days you'd be away.

"Yup, all set." You notice he was putting your suitcase into his car. "You're driving?"

"Yeah, I figured it'd be faster than an Uber."

"We've got," you glanced at your phone, "4 hours before our flight."

"I know, it's fine." He waves you off, shutting the trunk before opening the passenger side door for you. You lock up and walk over the lawn to his driveway, getting into the car.

It was a short drive to the airport, the music played quietly and Virgil hummed as he drove. He glances over to see you typing away on your phone. "Who are you texting so early?"

"Playing the possessive boyfriend already, Virgil?" A raised eyebrow as you looked at the man. His cheeks flush red and he shakes his head. "I'm kidding," you rested a hand on his knee. He looks down and you move your hand. "I was just replying to some work stuff, I've never left them for so long."

"It's only 3 days, they'll be fine. Plus, don't they know you're on vacation?"

"Not really," you set the phone on your lap, "I told them I had some family stuff, couldn't exactly explain that Virgil Van Dijk was asking me- no, begging me, to be his fake wedding date."

"Technically," he points a finger at you, "it's a real wedding date, you're just my fake girlfriend."

"Technicalities, Virgil."

He laughs, pulling into the parking lot. The two of you head into the airport and after checking in, the woman sends the two of you down a hallway that seemed like a dead end.

You didn't travel often but you knew this seemed.. sketchy to say the least.

"Where are we going?" You asked Virgil, the man opens the door for you and leads you right onto the tarmac. There's a plane a few feet away and you turn to look at him, dot connecting in your head. "Private?" You asked him another question.

He nods, "figured I'd spoil my girlfriend," he jokes, smiling at you as you two walked over to the plane.

You sat across from Virgil, checking your phone for the millionth time since you've left home. "You know, they won't be able to reach you when we're in the air, I'm sure they'll be fine."

"I know," you switched it off and set it down before the plane took off.

The two of you were eating breakfast, a rather large spread for being in the air and considering the flight was barely 3 hours.

"So," you set the fork down on the plate, "get me the details, who's gonna be at the wedding?"

Virgil takes a sip of his coffee, "well, Andy and Rachel obviously."

"Obviously," you chuckled.

"Thiago, Jordan, Millie, Adam and their wives, Ox and his girlfriend, us and then Trent."

"What, Trent doesn't get a plus one?"

He shrugs, "I don't know, I don't think he's seeing anyone right now. Plus he's in the states, he said he's coming but we have to see."

You nod, the two of you chat a bit more. Virgil updates you on a few matches, how they think they're going to do, what it's like being captain. You tell him how the clinic is doing, how you're liking it so far compared to when you used to work at the hospital. Just small details that might come up in a conversation with his teammates.

Once you landed, Virgil collected your luggage and you were off to the hotel. It was a short walk to the venue from the hotel, the two of you put your stuff away and decided to go for a walk, grabbing a coffee before heading back to the hotel.

The rehearsal dinner was in a few hours, giving you two more than enough time to get ready. "We need to get our story straight," he says to you when you come in from the balcony.

"What story ?"

"Our outfits," he says with total seriousness, "what are you wearing tonight?"

You shook your head with a small smile on your face, taking the two dresses out of the wardrobe to show him; a light blue dress with a halter top, the small white flowers going from the waist to the bottom hem and the other was a burnt orange that was backless.

"I figured the blue was a bit more family friendly, classy enough without being too dressy," you hold it up to yourself to show him. He nods, "yeah, good. It's pretty."

You hung it back in the wardrobe before turning to him. "What are you going to wear?"

"We need to match." He was already searching through his suitcase for the shirt to match your dress. "Do we really need to?" You sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him.

He nods, pulling out the baby blue shirt. "This is close enough, no?"

"Yeah, but why does it look like you've had it rolled up in the bottom of a box for like.. 4 years?" Your brows furrowed as you looked at the state of it. Virgil shakes the shirt, trying to rid it of the permanent wrinkles. "Do you not have an iron, Virgil?"

"I do, but uh, I forgot to iron it."

You shook your head, getting up to search for the iron you knew you saw. You find it in the drawer in the wardrobe, handing it to him. Virgil spreads the shirt on the bed, plugging the iron in before fiddling with the settings. He looks between the iron, the shirt and you, a bit clueless before attempting to iron the shirt.

He works on the sleeve, making it worse than it was before, you watch as he helplessly works at the shirt. You figured maybe you were making him nervous in some weird way so you excused yourself to the bathroom to unpack your makeup and hair stuff.

When you came back, 7 minutes later, he was still working on the same sleeve. Your lips pressed together, arms folded over your chest as you watched.

"What?" He asked, glancing at you.

"You're terrible at that. Do you not know how to iron?"

He sighs, "it's been years since I've had to do it, I usually just get my stuff dry cleaned."

You smiled as you walked over, taking the iron from him and putting him out of his misery. "If I leave you to iron this, you might take the whole 3 hours to finish it. Why don't you go shower or whatever you need to do, I'll do it for you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, go. Before you ruin the shirt," you shook your head, switching the setting from wool to cotton. You wondered how he ended up on wool to begin with. "Thank you," he smiles, walking into the bathroom.

While he showers, you finish up on his shirt and hang it on a hanger in the wardrobe. You also looked for his pants, ironing the 3 pairs of dress pants he had brought as you didn't know which one he'd be wearing.

Virgil returns to the room post shower, white towel wrapped around him that sat right below his hips, and you had just shut the wardrobe after hanging up his pants. You turn to find him behind you, your eyes fixed on the man; the water dripping down his chest, down to his stomach and it stops at the towel wrapped around his waist.

"You're staring, y/n." He says, you can hear the smirk on his face before your eyes meet his face.

It's not like you've never seen him shirtless before, he used the pool in his yard quite often, not to mention the glimpse of him you catch in the media or what the Liverpool account posts.

Clearing your throat, you blink a few times before speaking. "I uh, I ironed your pants as well, I wasn't sure which ones you were gonna wear so I ironed all of them."

He smiles, "thanks."

You nod, excusing yourself to the bathroom to shower. You shut the door, back pressed to it for a moment before going about your routine. You weren't sure how long you were in there but you had showered, done your hair and you were mid way through your makeup when there was a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" Virgil calls from the other side of the door. "I need to fix my hair." He says and you open the door for him, concealer all over your face, hair pinned up with the robe wrapped around you.

He smiles when he sees you; you look so.. well, beautiful but there was something else, a domesticity of sorts. The two of you getting ready in the same bathroom, there's some intimate in the way you were seeing each other right now. Moving in silence as you both did your own thing beside one another.

You break the silence, "how did we meet?"

"We're neighbours..?" His eyes meet yours in the mirror, confusion all over his face.

"I mean if they ask, your teammates. What did you tell them?"

"Oh," he says, wrapping the hair tie around his hair. "I told them we met through mutual friends, my friend, Kevin. His wife knows you and we were all at the same party and we hit it off from there."

You hum, finishing up on your makeup. You were searching for your lipstick, "and how long have we been together?" You find the one you were looking for.

"Almost a year. If my math is right, it should be like.. 10 months?"

The lipstick in your hand, you look at Virgil with a shocked look on your face. "You've been lying to them for almost a year? How the hell did you manage that?"

His lips pressed together then he shrugs, which makes you laugh. "Okay," you nod, "almost a year it is." You turn back to the mirror, applying your lipstick.

Virgil watches as you do it, your hands steady while you go over your lips, pressing them together to make the colour even. "What do we think?" You asked, turning to him when you notice he's watching.

"Beautiful," he smiles, "truly."

"So cheesy," you chuckled, walking out of the bathroom to change into your dress.

The two of you head down to the venue a few minutes later, all dressed and ready to meet his teammates at the rehearsal dinner.

Before you walked in, Virgil grabbed your hand which caught you off guard. Your fingers interlocked with his and it took you a moment to realize why he did that; the two of you were a couple, of course.

It was already full in there, most of their family had already arrived and a few friends were scattered through the venue. You see a few of his teammates but Virgil leads you to the front, tapping Andy on the shoulder.

"Virg!" Andy smiles, pulling Virgil into a hug. "You made it," he steps back and sees you next to the man, his grin only widening. "You must be the famous girlfriend we hear about all the time."

"That would be me," you smiled, "I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, this is Rachel, bride to be." He introduces you to his fiancee. You smiled at her, the two of you exchanging niceties.

"It's nice of you to make it, Andy was saying how he was certain Virgil wouldn't be bringing you." Rachel says, her arm interlocked with Andy's.

"Well to be fair, Virg seemed a bit nervous to ask me to come but I wouldn't miss it for the world. I don't think I've said it but congratulations."

Virgil's heart skips a beat, it wasn't out of ordinary that someone called him Virg, but you've never had. You always called him Virgil, so to hear the nickname come out of your mouth, make him rather.. soft.

"It's my fault," Andy starts, "we did tell Virg to bring you around before but he always said you were busy with work. So I think it's fair of me to think you were fake."

You laughed, "I can assure you I'm alive and real, feel free to pinch me to confirm." Andy laughed at your comment, smiling at his teammate in approval of you. Virgil returns the smile.

"Anyways, make yourselves comfortable, we're going to start the rehearsal soon." Rachel tells the two of you, leading Andy off to greet someone else.

Virgil's hand rests on your lower back, the two of you sitting towards the middle of the chairs, watching as they went through the rehearsal. It was mostly family, his teammates were only there so they could all mingle and catch up as they had been on break for a few weeks at this point.

At some point after they were done the run through, Virgil suggested drinks and you followed him to the bar, his hand once again on your lower back.

"Virg!" You hear someone call for him, the two of you turning at the same time to see who was coming his way. Both Jordan and Millie were making their way over to the two of you.

"Hey," Virgil smiles at his teammates. "Guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend. This is Jordan and James."

You smiled at the men, "it's nice to meet you both."

"We thought you weren't coming," Millie says and Jordan follows up with a, "it's nice to meet you, we thought you weren't real."

"That seems to be the general consensus tonight," you laughed.

Ox makes his way over to the bar, seeing his teammate with a woman he's never seen before. "You must be Virgil's girlfriend, I'm Ox." He introduces himself.

"I'm y/n, nice to meet you."

"I can't believe you're actually here."

You turn to Virgil, making a face at him. "Why do all your teammates think I'm not real?"

"He wouldn't show us pictures," Millie says, shrugging. "I guess that's true," you nudged Virgil, "between Virg's practices and games, and then with my work, we barely get time to see each other and when we do, we're not on our phones."

Jordan makes a face, looking between you and Virgil and you instantly know what he's thinking. "No!" You laughed, shaking your head. "That's so not what I meant."

"What is it that you do, y/n?" Ox pipes up.

"I'm a doctor, an OB actually."

"Oh wow," Ox smiles at his teammate. "She's good, you've got good taste, big man. I see why she hasn't been around."

You smile, your phone buzzing in your hand. You excuse yourself, walking away to take the phone call. You can hear the boys talking behind you, you glance over your shoulder and smile at Virgil, the man's heart skipping a beat. Despite you not being his actual girlfriend, it did feel good to get the approval from his teammates.

Virgil hadn't even realized how long he had been chatting with his teammates, he went in search of you and found you just outside, chatting with Julia, the two of you talking about their kids.

"There you are," Virgil says, walking down the steps towards you. You smile at him, "I see you've met Julia." He gives the woman a quick hug before standing beside you.

"Yeah," you smiled at her, "I'm mad at you, you know."

"What for?" His brows furrowed, looking at you. He's wondering what he could have possibly done.

"You've been hiding me from her, Julia and I are best friends now."

The blonde smiles at you, "yes we are. We've already made plans to get lunch when we get back to Liverpool. I can't believe you've never brought her around before, Virgil." She tells him, her voice similar to the one she uses when she scolded her children, and or Thiago, when they misbehave.

"Oh well, I'm sure y/n's told you about her hectic schedule. Blame her, not me. I do hope you two have fun at this lunch." He laughs, his arm over your shoulder.

The rest of the night was quiet, everyone caught up with each other with their summer plans and you met the rest of the players and their partners over the course of the night. Eventually you two decide to call it a night, heading back to the hotel.

You were by the door, taking your heels off when you saw Virgil stop in the middle of the room, in front of the bed.

"What's wrong?" You asked him, walking over. You seem to realize what he's thinking; there's only one bed.

Not like they've taken a bed out of the room while you were gone but you two had been too tired and too busy getting ready for the dinner that neither of you seemed to register that there was in fact, only one bed in the room.

It didn't occur to Virgil when booking the room that you'd need a separate bed, you weren't really a couple after all.

"I'll take the couch," you tell him, not wanting him to feel bad for his slight mess up.

He shook his head, turning to you. "No, it's fine. I'll take the couch, you take the bed."

You glance at the couch next to the window, it was spacious - that's if you were under 5 foot. There's no way he'd sleep comfortably if he did manage to fit on it.

"You know what, we're both adults. We'll sleep together." You tell him, his eyes widening at your words. "Not what I meant," you smack his arm. "We can both fit on the bed comfortably, no need for either of us to suffer on the couch."

"You're sure?" He asks and you nod, "of course, but hands to yourself mister." You pointed a finger to him, making him laugh.

Virgil raises his hands, "I swear I'll be on my best behaviour," he says, watching you walk into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

--

The sun peeks through the curtains, waking you from your sleep. You shut your eyes, trying to get a few more minutes but you can hear the shower running and then shuts off followed by the bathroom door opening. The smell of Virgil's body wash fills the room and you sit up, rubbing your eyes.

"Mornin' sunshine," he smiles at you, sitting on the edge of the bed. You yawn, stretching as you try to wake yourself up. "What time is it?"

"10:27," he looks at the clock, "how about some breakfast?"

"Yes please," you get out of bed, fixing the comforter as you walk to the bathroom. "Lots of coffee please," you smiled at him, shutting the door.

Virgil orders room service while you shower, you return to the room just as it arrives. The two of you sit on the couch, eating breakfast in comfortable silence. Virgil grabs his phone, "Andy sent over some pictures from last night," he shows you a few photos that the groom to be had sent.

"Those are cute, send them to me."

Your phone buzzes on the bed and you look over at the clock, "shit, I've got to do my hair." You set the cup down on the table and walk towards the bathroom. "Do you need the bathroom?"

"No, I'm good." he tells you, "do your thing."

You walk in and walk back out, leaning on the door frame. "What are you wearing today?"

He smiles, "don't worry, I ironed it and put it in the closet."

"Properly?" You asked, walking over to confirm.

"Yes," he shook his head, watching as you took the shirt out to confirm that he did in fact iron it properly. "Wow, good job. Big upgrade from yesterday."

"Watched a YouTube video," he says, making you laugh.

You leave Virgil in the room, off to shower and then to start on your makeup and hair as you weren't 100% sure what look you wanted to do. Virgil left you alone, letting you get ready in peace. He could hear the music playing, your humming accompanying the melody.

He thought to himself that it was something he could get used to, that his house would feel so quiet and empty without you humming.

The line between real and fake seemed to be getting blurred more and more as the time went by.

"Virg?" You called for the man, he got up from his spot on the couch. He had been ready for some time, you still had an hour before you needed to leave. "Yeah?"

"Can you zip me up?"

You stepped out of the bathroom, hair pulled over your shoulder with your dress on. He smiles, nodding as he walks over to you; the sage green dress hugged your body in the right places, it was as if the dress was made for you and only you.

Virgil's hand rests on your waist, the other holds the zipper and gives it a soft tug, pulling it up to the top. The hand holding the zipper now turns into fingers trailing down the curve of your spine, coming to rest on the other side of your hip. "There you go."

Turning around to face him, Virgil's hands remained on your hips. "Thank you," you look up. He nods, "you look.. wow."

You can't help but laugh, straightening his shirt. "You look pretty wow yourself."

Virgil lets go of you when you take a step back, walking to the vanity to put your jewelry on. It takes the two of you half an hour to gather the last minute things you needed, assuring you were ready before heading out for the ceremony.

It's a short walk to the venue, everyone was being ushered into the church to take their seats while the bridal party was lining up to walk in when you two arrived.

The weather was beautiful, the sun was out and the church was full with their families and friends; they couldn't ask for a better start to their wedding day.

The ceremony was short and sweet, Andy and Rachel exchanging vows and promises, everyone was beyond happy for them.

Most of the guests were now outside, the doors to the church open as everyone was heading out.

You stood next to Virgil by the stairs, letting him block the sun from your face as you checked your phone. You hear the footsteps before you hear the voice. "You're actually here, you're real?" The Scouse accent thick, Trent.

"I am real," you looked up, smiling at the man who looks like he's seen better days. "You must be Trent."

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you. Excuse me." He says, covering a yawn with his hand.

Before you two could speak, Andy was calling the two players over for a group photo. You stop Virgil, standing on your tiptoes to reach his collar, his hand on your hip you keep you steady as you fix it before sending him on his way; a small act of intimacy that you'd only find between a couple.

You had been checking your emails, something you knew Virgil would complain about if he caught you doing it yet again. You were so caught up that you hadn't noticed him calling your name. When you do, you look up, making a hand motion as to ask him what he wants. He waved you over, pointing to the spot in front of him. Your brows furrowed, still unsure what he wanted as the dots didn't seem to connect. Virgil realized as much, pointing towards the photographer and then back to the spot in front of him.

Only then did it click what he meant.

You head over, joining the other girlfriends and wives in the photo. Andy and Rachel were front and centre, the rest of you around them.

"Alright everyone, squeeze in a bit more please!" The photographer shouts, showing you all with his hands to move closer to each other.

Virgil moves you from beside him to in front of him, his arm over your shoulder and your hand instinctively reaches up, fingers interlocking with his.

The photographer gives everyone a moment to situate themselves, "perfect, alright everyone look here! Smile!"

A few moments later, you were all allowed to move. Andy and Rachel were off to take some more photos, there was only about 30 minutes before the reception which wasn't too far from the church.

Everyone makes their way over, waiting for the official entrance from Andy and Rachel as Mr and Mrs Robertson for the first time.

You were sat next to Virgil, Jordan and his wife, Rebecca, to the right of Virgil and Thiago and Julia to your left.

Andy and Rachel were having their first dance, the whole venue was quiet as you all watched the two of them, wrapped up in love and giggling as they whispered to each other mid dance.

You wiped the outer corner of your eye, blinking a few times in an attempt to save your makeup. Virgil turns slightly when he hears a small sniffle. He sees your watery eyes, smiling to himself and leans in to whisper to you; "are you crying?"

"Shut up," you whispered back, turning him back around with a small nudge. "Weddings make me emotional."

The evening was quiet, dinner consisted of everyone chatting, Andy and Rachel made the rounds to say hello to everyone who they didn't get a chance to talk to at the church. Eventually they reopened the bar and the dance floor, everyone started making their way around, mingling, drinking and dancing.

You were replying to a message when Virgil came over, two shot glasses in hand. He passes one to you, "to Andy and Rachel," he says, tapping his glass to you. The two of you down the shots, tequila, based on the after taste.

"Okay, let's go dance!"

"I don't dance, Virg."

"It's a wedding, you have to dance!" He takes your phone from you, putting it into his pocket and grabbing your hand. "Virg," you groaned, the man ignores your pleas and takes you to the dance floor, spinning you around.

Before you know it, the two of you are giggling and dancing, his arms over your shoulders as he hugs you from behind, swaying to the music.

"I'm gonna get a drink," you tell him and the man lets you go while nodding before shimmying his way over to Trent, who looks like he was about to fall asleep in his chair. You laughed, leaving Virgil to bother Trent as you walked to the bar.

You had barely made it to the bar when someone shouted for you. "Y/n!" You see Thiago off to the side, "can you take a picture for us?"

"Sure," you take the phone from him, he and Julia standing together, arms wrapped around each other as they smiled, then Thiago kissed her.

Sometimes you wonder what it'd be like if you had a stable and loving relationship like theirs.

"I thought you got lost!" Virgil says, walking towards you. You shook your head, handing the phone back over to Thiago. The Spaniard then turns, passing the phone to Virgil. "Okay now you come in, let him take the picture."

"Are you sure?" You asked, Thiago was already pulling you into the photo.

He nods, you and Julia on either side of him, the 3 of you smiling as Virgil takes the photo, the camera flashing. Thiago steps out, letting you and Julia have some together, his wife telling him something about they have enough pictures of them together. You laughed, the two of you smiling for the camera.

"Do you want one together?" Thiago looks at Virgil, who then looks at you and you shrug, waving him over. Virgil hands his phone to Thiago while Julia replaces him by her husband's side.

Virgil's arm over your shoulder, your arm around his waist, the two of you smiling while Virgil pulls you into his side. "Alright Virg, give your lady a kiss." Thiago says, smiling.

Your 'boyfriend's' cheeks are red, a flush he can blame on the Portuguese heat or the liquor but you know the real reason. "Come on man, what are you waiting for?!" Thiago says, laughing at Virgil's shyness.

"Leave them alone," Julia tells her husband, rolling her eyes at his childishness.

"It's fine," you whisper to Virgil, turning to him a bit. He looks at you, whispering back, "you sure?" You stood close, the air between you two charged with a mixture of tension and anticipation.

"Mhm hm," your hand rests on his chest while he leans down, you tip toe a bit, meeting him half way when he kisses you.

But as your hand found its way to Virgil's cheek and your lips met against each other's, something shifted. What was meant to be a quick moment blossomed into something real, something raw. When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, a shared realization dawned upon them.

The kiss may have been staged, but the feelings it stirred within were undeniably genuine.

As you glanced at each other, a silent understanding passed between you and Virgil. This fake relationship may have begun as a charade, but perhaps, just perhaps, it held the promise of something more.

Thiago grinned, "perfect. The picture of love," he says, handing the phone back to Virgil. You smiled, your own cheeks now flushed and red. You reached over, your thumb brushed over his lips to wipe away the lipstick left behind. Virgil's arm wraps around your shoulder, the two of you chatting as you join Thiago and Julia for a round of shots.

The night wrapped up just after midnight, everyone waiting at the front to wish Andy and Rachel well, seeing them off as they left before everyone else headed to wherever home was after that.

Virgil's jacket over your shoulders while you walked back to the hotel. Despite the humidity earlier in the day, there was now a slight chill in the air.

"Did you have a good time?" He asks, opening the door for you. "I did," you walk in, waiting for the elevator to your room. "Thank you for bringing me."

"Thank you for coming, you really saved my ass."

It hits you in the moment that this was in fact, fake. You were doing him a favour, you weren't a couple, you never will be. Just a good friend helping him out in a tough situation.

When you returned to the room, Virgil announced that he's gonna go take a shower while you got ready for bed. The two of you moved in silence, you sat at the vanity taking your makeup off while the sound of the water running filled the room. You had to remind yourself that this wasn't real yet again.

All the feelings felt over the weekend were just for show. Certainly Virgil didn't feel the same way you did.

The steam filled the bathroom, Virgil lets the water run as he stands there. The kiss was real, the moments you shared were real, his feelings for you were real.

How the hell was he used to bring it up without it being awkward?

The shower shut off just as you were about to get into bed. Your phone bus is on the nightstand, and you reach over to grab it. There's a notification from Instagram.

juliavigas tagged you in a post. - 2mins ago.

You opened it, checking to see what she posted. There's a few photos from the wedding. Some of her and Thiago, the venue, one of you and her, as well as the one with you, her and Thiago. She also included the one in front of the church, Virgil's arm wrapped around you as you all smiled.

Virgil finds his way to the bed, sitting next to you. "What's so interesting?"

"Julia posted some pictures," you show your phone, letting him scroll through the pictures. "I guess everyone will think we're together now." He looks at the one in front of the church before handing the phone back to you.

"Wasn't that the whole point?" You ask, setting your phone on the nightstand.

"I guess so," he shrugs, the two of you sitting there in silence, the tv playing quietly in the background. There's a million thoughts going through his head at this very moment.

As he looked over at you, in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, Virgil couldn't help but admire your beauty, the way your eyes sparkled with a warmth that mirrored a flickering flame. It was in shared moments like these that he felt a pull, a force pulling him closer, urging him to take that leap of faith. But as the silence went on, Virgil felt the weight of his hesitation, suffocating him with its embrace.

How could he confess his feelings when the fear of rejection spun around in his mind, an unwelcome shadow over his every thought?

He glances at you once more, your eyes meeting in a brief exchange, Virgil felt a sense of longing wash over him, a wave of emotion threatening to consume him whole.

Still, the words remained unspoken, trapped behind the barricade of his uncertainty.

He had to take the leap of faith, he wouldn't know if he didn't try.

"What are we?" He blurts out, breaking the silence.

You turn, looking at him with a confused expression. "What are.. what do you mean?"

"Well.. we.. we kissed, so like, are we.. what are we?"

"We're not in high school, Virg. A kiss is a kiss, no?"

His smile fades, your heart breaking the moment you see that. He nods, turning his attention back to the tv. "Yeah, no. Of course."

"I'm kidding," your hand rests over his on the bed, "if you're asking me if I like.. if I like you, then I'll only answer if you put it into a note, like high school." You raised your eyebrows, making him chuckle.

"Yeah, okay." He nods. The topic was dropped, the tension lifting slightly.

--

The next morning, you and Virgil leave bright and early, heading to the airport for your flight back to England. The plane had barely taken off and you were still not fully awake, nursing your coffee as Virgil's fingers drummed on his knee.

"Dude," you groaned, "I have a headache, it sounds like you're playing a gong right now."

He stops tapping on his leg, brows furrowed and lips twisted in a weird expression. "Can you play a gong? Is that what it is?"

"I don't know, you know what I mean." You tell him, leaning your head back, eyes shut. You barely got all but 3 minutes of silence before Virgil speaks up again. "Do you have a pen?"

You open your eyes, reaching over to dig through your purse next to you before fishing out a pen and handing it to him. You watch him as he uncaps it, scribbling something down on the napkin in front of him, sliding it over the table to you with the pen.

'Do you like me? Check yes or no.' The two little boxes labeled yes and no under his question.

You smile, shaking your head at his childishness and the fact that he took what you said seriously. You picked up the pen, checking a box and sliding it over to him.

The yes was checked, Virgil glances at you with a cheeky smile before picking up the pen, flipping over the napkin and writing something else before sliding it back to you.

'Will you be my girlfriend?' the same yes and no boxes drawn under the question.

Your answer was yes but you wouldn't give into him so quickly. You picked up the pen, chin in the palm of your head thinking as if it was the hardest question of your life. You can see Virgil shifting nervously in his seat, and it's as if you can hear him overthinking his decision to ask you.

To put him out of his misery, you check a box and slide it back over to him.

There's a sigh of relief when he sees you've checked yes. You toss the pen at him playfully, shaking your head. "You're so cheesy."

"You said to ask it in a note!" He says, folding the napkin and putting it into his pocket.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it!" You laughed, the man shook his head and unbuckled, leaving over the table. His hands cupping your face, smiling at you before he kisses you.

Your hand interlocked with his, stretched over the table when he sat back down. "How about when we get back, I take you on an actual date?"

Your thumb brushes over his hand. "Not sick of me yet?"

"Could never get sick of you, y/n."

--

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[footballffbarbiex]

A little smutty something with Virg as promised, even if it's 24 hours later than I'd hoped!

warnings: breeding talk, threat of hitting it raw (but use protection of some kind peeps irl), dirty talk

In your humble opinion, there were few things sexier than a last minute winning goal. Admittedly, getting there is often pull-your-hair-out stressful and leaves you becoming infuriated as the match goes on but that high? That rush? There's nothing like it, especially if it's a goal that happens just before the last few seconds of the game.

Of course, it's not always welcomed when it's the opposition which do this. The temptation to riot is there and you feel like waiting for the ref outside and bringing the fight to him, but tonight - despite the frustrations and interesting refereeing decisions made - you don't have time to pick fights.

You'd watched as Virgil had celebrated, was interviewed, celebrated some more and lifted the trophy whilst being sprayed with champagne. They'd celebrated with the fans before heading back inside. His - and the team's - joy was contagious if you were a Red and it was clear to see how much this win meant to them. While they took the bus home, you'd travelled back from London on the train with some of the other WAGs, you'd spent enough hours cooped up on a coach to know that it wasn't worth the journey back via that method of transportation.

He's in too much of a good mood, no doubt spurred on by a little happy liquid, by the time he finally stepped from the bus making it so that you'd slipped behind the wheel of the car and set off back home. He flips between sitting back with a big stupid ass grin on his face and talking to you, but at all times, his hand rests upon the top of your thigh, fingertips moving ever so carefully without his finger itself moving. Every so often, he'd drag his hand further up, fingers stroking over your clothed inner thigh before moving back to where they'd originally started.

By the time you pull onto the driveway, your nerves are shot to shit and your underwear is no longer dry from the expectation and this brought on a whole new meaning to you of what edging was.

The key is barely in the lock when Virgil is behind you, hands pulling at your hips, forcing you backwards and holding you against his swelling cock. There's a slight shift as he bends to kiss your neck and instinctively, you tilt your head to give him better access.

"We're not even inside yet," you tell him, feeling your eyelids growing heavy with each blink becoming harder to open them as his fingers begin to undress you right here on the doorstep. It slips beneath the waistband of your underwear, pushes over your pubic bone and parts your folds. Your hand is fumbling, key struggling to turn as your concentration begins to focus on something else.

"Then open the door," his hand covers yours, turning it and pushing the door open within seconds with such ease, you should feel ashamed from the way your arousal has clouded everything else but you're having a hard time caring about anything but getting some part of this man within one of your holes.

"S-s-sorry," you stammer, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he kicks the door closed and keeps the hand that cups your pussy pressed firmly against you.

"You should be. Making me wait longer to fuck you." He reprimands, pushing you against the nearest wall and standing as close to you as possible so that he can stare down at you, reminding you in one way or another just how small you are compared to him. Realisation of this has your cunt tightening.

"I think you'll find the bus arrived half an hour after I did. It's you that made me wait." You try to make a joke to follow it but one long finger strokes over your soaked hole and teases the entrance with his fingertip, making your eyes close and you buck your hips, almost fucking his singular finger. "Fuuuuck Virg," the words come out as a hiss followed by a pathetic moan.

"Yes baby?"

Your mouth opens to speak but he slips his finger in further while his palm rubs against your clit in such a way you almost see stars from finally feeling some kind of contact after what felt like eternity. Everything about this, considering how eager and impatient he claims to have been leading up to this, is slow and drawn out. His finger works you until each time he pulls his finger back, you can feel your wetness drip from you. He adds a second, the pace now picking up and you're able to hear the lewd sounds of every thrust of them.

"I don't hear what you have to say," he speaks so calmly, it's hard to imagine that he's doing what he's doing.

"Need you." You manage to pant.

"But you're having me." his tone is almost mocking but you don't care.

"no. I need you."

"Use your words baby." he coos at you. "What do you want?"

"Your cock." you circle your hips and whine when both fingers are full within you at your request.

"Where do you want my cock?"

"In me."

"Be more specific."

"In my pussy."

"Yeah? Want me to go upstairs and get a condom?" He asks, eyes searching your face but you can't focus on him right now. Every thought and action your body is capable of doing in this moment is trying to keep you upright and not have your knees giving in.

"No." You say the singular word with such determination it brings a chuckle from him.

"Oh, it's not like you to want me to fuck you raw. What's wrong? Need me to breed you huh?" He doesn't need a reply, your walls clamp around his fingers in such a way, you're almost pushing him back out again with the tightness. "I think you like the sound of that. Me fucking you, barely pulling out so that you have every inch of me inside of you, fucking you until I'm done with you and filling you up. Look at the way you're fucking my fingers baby," he says as he adds a third too easily. "You're taking these too well, it's like you're desperate for my cock. Is that what you want?"

"Mmmmm."

"Then tell me. Tell me you want me to breed you."

"I need it Virg, need you to breed me."

"All you had to do was ask."

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[themandaloriansdiaries]

Birthday Girl

This is dedicated to my bestie for the restie @libraryofloveletters , I won’t get too much into it, you already know how much you mean to me, you’re literally my soul sister, my diary. I love you so so much bookie. Happy mf-ing birthday!!! 🫶🏽

Warnings: none, Jack and his Gucci slide are mentioned like once. It’s mostly just mister dinky winky being super sweet - hopefully you don’t get the ick from him being so loving. Big man Virg is standing on business 🧍🏽‍♂️

A/N: I know I’m posting this a day late but you know I be struggling lmao. Love you bookie.

Word Count: 1583

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You rolled over, expecting to be met with Virgil’s warm body but his side was cold. Furrowing your brows, you peeked through one eye - his side of the bed was empty but there was a note on the pillow.

You grabbed the note, squinting as you tried to read it.

Hi baby, I ran out to go get some pastries from your favorite bakery. I should be back soon, stay in bed as long as you want. Love youuu.

You smiled to yourself. Leaning over, you grabbed your phone before falling back into your pillow. You spent some time scrolling through your feed before finally getting out of bed.

By the time you had finished getting ready, Virgil was back with breakfast.

“Hi big man.” You smiled as you walked down the stairs.

“There’s the birthday girl,” he smiled, walking over and kissing your head, “happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you, did you get my muffin?” You asked as you sat down on the chair. “Of course, I didn't want you to beat me up.” Virg chuckled before rummaging through the box of baked goods and grabbing the chocolate chip muffin for you.

“So, since it’s your birthday, I figured I’d take you out on a shopping spree and let you spend all my money.”

You looked over at him mid bite “oh?” You laugh. “So, you do love meee.” You continued to giggle, the sound coming out muffled because of the muffin you had just bitten into.

He laughed, leaning back against his chair with his arms crossed, “yeah, I guess you could say that.”

You nudged him with your foot playfully, humming happily as you continued to eat your muffin, “this is so good.” You licked your lips.

“I had them freshly made for you.” Virgil grinned.

“Ah, you’re the best.”

—

“Should I get matching Gucci slides with Jack?” You looked over at Virgil as you both walked inside the store, you couldn’t help but laugh watching him struggle to carry all of your bags - yeah he was a giant but he was definitely struggling.

“Another bag to add to the hundred you already have me carrying?” His brow raised, it looked like he thought about it for a second, “I say go for it, I mean it is your birthday after all, baby.”

“Okay, but let me pick a pair that’s actually cute.” You joked as you continued to browse through the shoe section, you finally found a couple pairs you liked. “Which one?” you held up both pairs to show him. “Why not get both?” he suggests, “you’re not being very helpful.”

After a while of contemplating on which pair you should get, Virg finally convinced you to just get both. You said no but before you could protest any further, Virgil took both pairs up to the register.

You both continued to walk around the mall, browsing through the stores, well it was more so Virg following you around like a lost puppy, with multiple bags hanging off of his arms - but it was cute.

—

“Our dinner reservation is at 7, so you have plenty of time to get ready.” Virgil murmurs, placing a kiss to your neck, wrapping his arms around you. “You’re so pretty.” You could feel him smiling against your skin.

“I know what you’re doing,” you turned around, resting your hands on his chest, “and it’s not happening.”

“And why is that?”

“Because we need to get ready, or at least I do.” You smiled, leaning up to kiss him.

“Hm, that’s true. You take forever.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, trying your hardest to bite back the smile that wanted to spread across your face. “You’re annoying.” You teased, before walking into the bathroom.

“You love me.” He shot back, following you into the bathroom.

Of course Virgil finished before you in the shower, which gave him enough time to lay out the pretty black dress on the bed, along with those stunning heels to go with it.

You had been eyeing them while you both were at the mall, but you didn’t get them. Virgil on the other hand, took notice of your interest in these shoes, so while you were off buying something in another store he went in and got them for you.

By the time you had finished in the shower, Virgil was already dressed, waiting for you.

“What’s this?” You asked, walking over to the bed where the dress was. You hadn’t noticed the heels until you got closer. “Virgil, you did not!” You gasped, staring down at the shoes, “how’d you know?” You faced him, heels in hand.

“I noticed you eyeing them as we passed by the store, so I went ahead and got them for you.”

Virgil jumped at any opportunity to make you feel special, whether it be with words or gifts. He loved spoiling you, even though you insisted that he didn’t need to, he would because he wanted to.

“You’re too good to me.”

He was closer now, standing right in front of you. “You deserve it, plus I know you’ll look amazing in both the dress and heels.”

You slipped into the dress with Virgil’s assistance to zip it up, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror smiling to yourself, it hugged your body in all the right places. Once you finished getting ready, you met Virgil downstairs and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“What?” you smiled, suddenly feeling shy.

“You look incredible, babe.” his hands rested on your hips, as he looked at you, leaning down to give you a quick peck on the lips.

—

“So where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see,” His hand rested on your thigh, caressing the exposed flesh. “We'll be there soon.”

Not long after, Virgil pulled into the parking lot.

“We’re here.” He smiled, getting out of the car and walking over to help you get out as well. “Surprise.”

You knew the name of the restaurant seemed familiar, it was the new place that had just opened up downtown. You’ve been trying to get reservations but they’ve been booked for months, - so it really was a surprise for you.

It warmed your heart, knowing that he paid attention even to the little things.

You both finally made it to the table, taking your seats across from each other. The restaurant was beautiful inside.

The rest of the night went perfectly. You really enjoyed yourself, and you could tell that Virgil did as well. He cherished moments like this, being able to spend time with you, especially on such a special occasion.

—

“Virgil, I don’t trust you.” You laugh, holding your arms out to try and grab onto whatever was in front of you.

His giant hand covered your eyes as you walked inside the house, while the other rested on your hip to help guide you. He said he had one more surprise for you.

“If I fall, I’m beating you up, I swear.” You whisper loud enough for him to hear you. You knew he did because of the snickering that could be heard coming from behind you.

“Not if I run away.”

The bickering between the two of you continued until you stopped, finally reaching your destination. “Okay, don’t open your eyes just yet.”

You felt him move his hands away so you quickly shut them, reaching forward you could feel the counter top. You were in the kitchen. Some rustling could be heard from in front of you, along with the flickering sound coming from a lighter.

“Are you lighting something?” a hint of confusion laced with your voice. “Hm, you can open your eyes now.”

You uncovered your eyes - in front of you laid a dozen beautiful red roses and a cake with the candles lit, the same exact cake you had been talking about for months.

“Make a wish.”

You leaned down, closing your eyes as you made your wish, although there wasn't really anything you wanted that you didn't already have. You took a couple seconds before blowing out the candles, the sound of Virgil whistling filled your ears as you blew them out.

Virgil grabbed two plates while you cut into the cake, of course following your family’s traditions with feeding you the cake. “How is it?” he smiled, wiping the frosting from the corner of your mouth. “It's delicious.” you offered him a bite, but you weren't going to feed him some without smearing frosting on his face. “The cake is good but you’re so foul for this babe.” he looked at you, frosting covering his chin and nose.

“Awe, you look so cute.” you tease, reaching over with a napkin to wipe his face, but he just stood there, grinning like a kid.

You continued to eat your cake, swaying around until you felt him behind you. His strong arms wrapping around your waist. You instantly melt into him, leaning your head back against his chest.

“Thank you for today, it was perfect.” you look up, patting his cheek. “Anything for my girl.” he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.”

“Mm, I love you.”

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[formulalfc]

size difference with virgil van dijk 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 ramble or fic idc he’s just so sexy and tall

shajdhkjsdhjsa he's so hot, i want him to fuck me with the captai-

he's just so tall and so big that you're brain literally goes numb when you're around him. when he has you in his arms you like don't even fully reach his shoulders and so your head is just on his chest and his arms can wrap completely around you and have you pressed right up against him. when he man spreads on the sofa you fit right in between his legs and his body just curves over you and completely covers you and you just feel so safe. getting through a crowded space and he has you pressed into him with one hand while the other moves people out of the way, he just smirks down at you the whole time and you can feel yourself getting turned on at the aura he radiates. when you're in the bedroom and he's on top, he's everywhere, completely taking up your vision as he fucks into you, arms caging you in and ur brain is just foggy as he surrounds you.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

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[wjhik]

Any More? (Virgil Van Dijk) *Smut*

A/N: we need more big virg writers because this is criminal

based on:

7:40-8:05

Y/N’s POV: 

“So, any more kids on the way?” My aunt asks me. Virgil and I are visiting my family at my mom's house, and, as per usual, my auntie is interrogating me. “Auntie, I just had a baby a year and a half ago. No harm in taking a break.” I say, juggling our youngest daughter in my arms while reaching for her pacifier. “Don’t you want to try for a boy?” I roll my eyes at that comment. Virgil and I are more than happy with our 3 girls. I simply shrug at her, attempting to ignore her old ways. “Wouldn’t you love a boy to carry on your legacy, Virgil?”, referring to his football career. I look at Virgil, waiting for his answer. “Anything my sons could do, my daughters can as well.” He calmly explains, quickly shutting down her bogus remarks. 

↭

“Kids, come on. We have to go.” I say to my two older girls. “No, mama! Can we stay over? Please??” The oldest begs. “Please, mama. Everyone is staying over with Teta (grandma), can we too??” My secondborn says. I look at Virgil, expecting some backup. “Hey, maybe it’s not such a bad idea. The baby is already asleep, why wake her up?” Virgil says. I look over to my lastborn who is asleep on my mom’s couch. I look up in both frustration and contemplation. “Y/N, they’re more than welcome to stay over.” My mom chimes in. I look down at my daughters looking up at me with pleading eyes. I look to my right to see my husband looking down at me, something behind his eyes that I can’t pinpoint. I look to my left to see my mom playing with the other kids. 

“Alright, fine.” I say which is followed by an eruption of screams and cheers from my daughters then followed up by shushing from my husband, pointing to their sleeping younger sister. 

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“Bye, babygirls. I love you and be good!” I say as Virgil ushers me out of my childhood home. We walk down the driveway as Virgil goes on about his day, upcoming games, his co-captaincy with Trent, etc as I listen. He opens the car door of his Mercedes and helps me in. 

“So, first night away from the girls. How do you feel?” Virgil asks me, breaking our comfortable silence. “I’m more nervous for my mom, to be fair. You know how tired we get with 3 girls. Imagine what my mom’s going through with 8 of them.” I joke. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. I mean, she raised you.” Virgil replies. “Yeah, but I was the only girl in my family.” I say. “I’m sure you alone were worse than those 8 girls.” I quickly smack Virgil’s chest with the back of my hand, which was previously resting in his, on my lap. “Hey, I’m driving! That’s a hazard.” I roll my eyes at my far too sassy husband.  

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“Sweetheart, we’re home.” I hear as I’m shaken awake. “Hmm? Okay, I’m up.” I say groggily. I throw my arms up in a stretch, unknowingly hitting my husband in the face. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Virg.” I say, laughing as he rubs his eyes. 

“The house feels odd empty and quiet. It’s as if we don’t have 3 ticking time bombs in bed.” I comment, making my way up the stairs with Virgil following close behind. “It’s almost like that’s what it is.” Virgil retorts. I look down at him and stuck my tongue out playfully. I turn my head to look in front before I feel a grab on my ass. I slightly jump as I hear a deep giggle from below me. 

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Virgil and I are lying in bed together after performing our nightly routines. Virgil has his head in my lap as I sat up and braid his hair, engrossed in the snobby activities of the Dubai Bling cast (best reality show idgaf). “Can you believe Ebrahem? He’s doing way too much.” I comment. (guys i love this show you dont understand. You should all watch it) “Baby?” I heard Virgil say. “Hmm?” I replied. “Let’s do something fun.” He comments. “Hmm? Oh, yeah sure.” I say absentmindedly, focused on my show. Virgil reaches over for the TV remote and turns it off. “HEY!” Virgil is taken aback by my volume and tone of voice. “Sorry, but what the fuck? It was getting so good.” I say. “Did you hear me?” Virgil says. “What did you say?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine. “I said let’s have some fun.” Virgil says suggestively. He sits up and takes the wine out of my hand. He reaches over to my side table and flicks off the lamp, leaving only the recently installed LEDs in our room on. Virgil leans over me and pulls me into a heated kiss. I lowly moan into my husband’s skilled lips. “Hold on.” He says, pulling away. 

Virgil reaches around for his phone. He quickly connects it to our built-in and extremely overpriced home sound system he insisted we needed and plays our shared sex playlist which, unfortunately, we haven’t been able to use nearly enough, having to keep quiet due to our daughters.  

I look up at my husband who is now on top of me. “Seriously?” I say questioning his choice of music. “What? You like it and you know it.” He says as he leans in to kiss me once again. “Mmh, Virg…” I say in between kisses. “What do you need, mama?” He whispers into my ear. “You.” I whisper back. He gets off me and takes off his shirt and leans back in to kiss me. I run my nails up and down his sides which makes him shiver. Virgil slowly kisses down my chin, onto my neck. He sucks on the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Oh, fuck. Virg…” I mewl, grabbing onto his hair, loosely tied, contrary to his slicked-back look during the day. I feel him release his suction on my neck and give my fresh bruise a light kiss. 

Virgil slides himself down my body to where I need him most. He undoes my house robe to reveal me in my panties. He taps my hips, signaling me to lift them up so he can take off my clothes. He comes back up and starts sucking on my nipple, rolling the other in his hand. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He says into me. “Virgil, please. I need you.” I say, my chest heaving. I sit up underneath him, and he gets off me. I pull him to sit on the bed while I get on the carpeted floor, in between his legs. “Can I?” I ask him, pressing on his hard-on through his sweatpants. He lets out a light laugh at me still asking him every single time, without fail, despite all the years together. “Of course, sweetheart.” With his permission, I pull his trousers and underwear down, enough for his dick to spring out at me. 

I let out a sigh as I looked at my husband's horse-cock. (lol im so funny) Virgil grabs the back of my head gently and looks down at me. “Well, go on then, love.” He says encouragingly. I slowly sink my mouth onto him as he groans. I try to go as deep as I can without gagging, however it is inevitable. My eyes start watering as I’m slobbering over Virgil's dick. He pulls me off him and holds my chin up. He leans down and kisses me before pushing me down on him. I bob my head on his dick and suck on his tip, earning a hearty moan from Virgil. “Fuck, love, you keep going like that we’re gonna be done real soon.” He says, pulling me up. 

I climb up my abnormally big husband and give him a sloppy kiss and move to kiss his neck. He gently grabs my neck and makes me face him. I stare into his eyes, very obviously drunk off his dick. I let out a giggle and kiss him more. He grabs me and places me on the bed and turns me onto my stomach. I hear him ridding himself of his remaining clothes behind me. Before I know it, one of his hands lands on my ass, making me yelp. He laughs and leans down to kiss me. I turn my head back and our lips meet. He pulls away and opens the drawer next to our bed. He pulls out a bottle of lube we often use when having sex and squeezes it in his hand. He strokes his dick with it, getting it wet. Then, squeezes some directly onto me, knowing that I like how it feels against me. I hiss at the feeling. “Mmm, it’s cold…” I say. “I know, baby.” Virgil says, lining himself up with me. 

He pushes into me as I let my head drop into the pillow. “Mmm, Fucckkk…” Virgil moans. “You’re so big, Virgil.” I say, clinging onto my husband’s arm, which is propping him up. “Can I-” I quickly interrupt him. “Yes, please. Please fuck me.” He lets out a laugh. “Always so needy for me.” He starts thrusting in and out at a brutal pace. I let out all sorts of erotic noises before I put my hand over my mouth to silence myself. Virgil quickly notices this. “Hey, I wanna hear all those pretty noises. There’s no girls, you don’t have to be quiet.” He reminds me. I remove my hand from my mouth and let myself feel good. 

“Fuck, Virg- I’m gonna cum..” I say, my voice shaking as he pounds into me. “Hmm, already?” He teases. “Viirrrgg!” I half moan half yell. “I’m just kidding. Cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you around me.” He encourages me through my orgasm. “Fuck, I’m close too, baby.” He says, as he relentlessly fucks me, searching for his high. Just as I feel him beginning to spasm, something hits me. “Wait, Virgil. Pull ou-” But I was too late. Virgil fucked me down from his high. He collapsed into my back. “Virg, get off. I can’t breathe.” I laugh. 

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Virgil is resting on my chest after he cleaned us up. “Hey, maybe your aunt is right. Another wouldn’t hurt.” He says. “Oh, so that was your ulterior motive.” I say disappointedly. “Virgil pokes me in my side, knowing I’m not serious. “I’m just kidding. I would love to have another baby with you.” 

A/N: always happy with domestic smuts 😋😋

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Dirt - Virgil van Dijk

Who: Virgil van Dijk Prompt: "There's dirt on your face." Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

You had been gardening all day, doing some long overdue maintenance to your back garden. It had looked more like a jungle than an actual garden, and you had finally found some time to make it look presentable again. 

So when Virgil came home after Liverpool’s match of today, he found you amidst a wide variety of gardening tools and a big heap of discarded weeds in the middle of your garden. 

"Hey, babe." He greeted you. "Hey!" You emerged from one of the flowerbeds. "Good game, huh?" Even though you had been out in the garden all day, you had still listened to the game over your headphones and already knew it had been a comfortable win for Liverpool.  "Absolutely," Virgil answered happily, as he strode towards you. 

You greeted him with a kiss when he reached you. "You’ve been busy." Virgil looked around the now neat garden. "This looks fantastic." You sighed tiredly. "Glad it does, because it’s been quite some work." "I can tell." Virgil chuckled as he took in your dirtied clothes and disheveled hairstyle. "And there’s dirt on your face." "I reckon there is," you laughed, "I feel like there’s dirt everywhere."

Virgil wet his thumb on his tongue, before resting his hand on your cheek and trying to wipe the smudge of dirt away. But no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t go away.

Virgil rested his hands on his hips and shrugged his shoulders, giving you the mischievous look like only he could.  "That’s not coming off," he grinned, "but I’ve got just the solution for that." You chuckled. "Thought you might." "You have to take a shower with me for that to come off your face," he stated determinedly.  You nodded, winking at him. "No objection."

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*.·:·.✦ hold me in the cold ✦.·:·.*

pairing: virgil van dijk x female oc (Olivia)

summary: in which there's no better place for Olivia to find heat than in her husband's arms

author's note: listening to Frozen by Sabrina Claudio inspired me i guess. here's a small late Christmas gift from me

word count: 262 (it's really short, omgggg)

The smell of fresh baked sweets escaped from the cabin as people went around Liverpool’s Christmas market.

Above the mass, Virgil stood looking around the different food stands. His left hand was stuffed in his jacket pocket as the other was tangled with Olivia’s, his wife, as they walked synchronically through the market aisles.

The couple’s favourite time of the year was around. They had decided to spend the evening out, walking around and admiring the Christmas lights. The two had been engulfed by the Christmas spirit soon as they walked in the city’s market.

“Oli, look what’s there ?” Virgil pointed on the left with a smile.

Olivia’s eyes darted towards where her husband’s arm headed. Her eyes lit as she saw a sweet stand. Ever since their first time at the market they always had to stop and buy shortbread biscuits. And this year was no different.

They walked towards the cabin, getting in the queue of people. As they waited, they looked at the different biscuits displayed. Virgil could feel his wife’s hand tug harder on his as she held his arm with the other.

“If you’re cold, just say it” Virgil let out a chuckle while he wrapped both of his arms around Olivia. He held her as close as he could, leaving a few kisses on her neck.

Olivia mumbled a small “thank you love” before closing her eyes, taking in her husband’s scent. She relaxed in his hold, soothed by his breathing as their bodies swayed to the sound of nothing, searching for some sort of heat.

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❝ 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐥 𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐣𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟏.𝟎𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐭𝐯. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

YOUR EYES WERE GLUED TO THE SCREEN, a demonic figure stalking through the shadows. You prided yourself on being immune to jump scares, and in general not being scared about horror movies, and yet your boyfriend pulled you into watching one with him – despite the fact he was now cuddled up against the side of the sofa with a blanket draped over you both, but mostly him. He was still recovering from a jump scare that happened five minutes ago, eyes drawn in and brow knitted together with concern, mouth half-open.

While he seemed enthralled by it, flinching and gasping whenever the creepy figure popped out at him, you were trying to hide your laughter as you watched in, holding in the urge to record his reactions and save them for later. Your six foot five grown man of a boyfriend was clutching onto a pillow, half of his face buried into it, with you grinning to yourself and watching the film while your phone rested on the pillow on your lap, egging you on to start recording him.

“You’re such a scaredy cat,” you scoffed, almost mumbling it to yourself under your breath, giggling softly when he drew his attention away from the screen and tilted his head at you, glaring, much different from the scared pouting he was doing a minute before. He rolled his eyes when you were still laughing at him, ruffling his hair as he slapped your arm away, softly pushing you away and further to the side of the sofa.

The rest of the film you occupied yourself on your phone, resisting the urge to capture this moment on camera, bored with the film at this point while your boyfriend seemed enraptured by it. He looked over at you occasionally, giving you a keen eye and huffing as he noticed your lack of concentration in the film, that in his mind was the scariest film known to mankind – let alone himself. On the fifth time of looking over at you, he scoffed, swatting your phone away whilst you glared at him. “What?” you asked, half-laughing. “It’s not as scary as you think it is,” you thinned your lips, picking your phone back up from the pillow where it landed.

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. On the sixth time of you paying no notice to the film, he just stared at you; looking you up and down with half-lidded eyes boring into your skull. Virgil looked between you and the screen in front of him, and then at his own phone; a description reading ‘halloween haunted house escape room’ which he quickly accepted and bought tickets to – yes it was very short notice, but he would drag you there whether you liked it or not seeing as you were thoroughly unimpressed by the horror film he had put on.

You looked over at him, matching his gaze. “We’re going to a haunted house.” You side eyed him, looking back down at your phone. “We’re going now,” he persisted. “What?” you watched him as he stood up, making his way to the front door and putting his shoes on as you tailed behind him. “Since when?” you questioned, narrowing your eyes at him as he put his coat on, handing you yours. You took it, going along with whatever he had planned despite having no prior knowledge of it whatsoever. “Since now.”

You scoffed, and got your own shoes on, following your boyfriend to his car and driving off to some unknown destination. It certainly looked like a haunted house, black wooden planks giving it an overall rickety look, barrels of what looked like sweets and costume masks, and security in front of the door. Virgil showed him the tickets on his phone, looking behind you and stretching his arm out for you to hold onto. He chuckled, watching as you assessed the area with a weary eye, making your way inside.

There were various rooms, corridors, and a chandelier that looked like it was about to drop down onto you; and occasional voice recorded sounds of ghosts and zombies. “Is this supposed to be scary?” you laughed, you could even see the speaker where the noises were coming from. You turned around, Virgil wasn’t there. You peeked through the long winding corridor, and you still couldn’t see him. “Virg?” you looked around. “Okay, ha-ha!” you opened one of the doors, looking inside; an assortment of plastic fake decapitated bodies. “You’re so funny, Virg!” you mumbled profanities under your breath, opening another door, still no sight of your boyfriend. 

You heard talking behind you and you almost flinched; it was just a family of three coming into the house, and yet you looked behind them – still no Virgil. “Have you seen a tall guy with a man-bun?” you inquired, chuckling softly at your description. They all shook their heads, making their way down the hallway, while you were stuck in the entrance. “Virgil!” you looked through another door, and then another, then another, then another. It had got to the point where you were on the last door in the entrance, maybe he had just walked off without you, and you were mentally debating asking the security at the entrance if they’ve seen him.

He might even have left you there, just to prove a point about you being scared. You huffed under your breath. Then felt a hand on the small of your back; Virgil. You rolled your eyes at his weak attempt of scaring you, then swivelled round. You shrieked. He had put a very detailed, if not convincing, half-burnt off zombie mask on; and you yelped, flinching as he reached towards you then laughed, regaining your breath as he held you in his arms and took the mask off – stuffing it in his pocket. “Where did you even get that?” you asked, out of breath from being jump scared like that. He pointed to the front.

“Did I scare you?” he teased, the corners of his eyes wrinkling up and grinning widely at you. You rolled your eyes and waved him off. The rest of the haunted house going by smoothly, however, he would always have that to hold against you.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

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his hand and his face got me all *incoherent whimpering*

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in his hands (is my heart)

Virgil van Dijk x reader

Warning: smut, fingering, dirty talk

The sounds of the night slowly seeped into your subconscious. You could faintly hear the bells of a church tower ringing out the time. Sighing, you snuggled back into your duvet and pillow. You knew you had been dreaming, and judging by the throbbing between your thighs, it had been an excellent dream so understandably you were disappointed to have been woken up. You rocked your hips a little, almost without really thinking about what you were doing or where you were when a hand on your hip stopped you. Because the t-shirt you had worn to bed had ridden up, his hand came to rest above the elastic of your panties. Images came flooding back from your dream, drawing a soft whimper from you.

“It’s three in the morning, what do you think you’re doing?” Virgil murmured in your ear, voice still groggy from sleep. You gasped softly, grinding your hips more firmly against him. He instinctively tightened his grip on your hip to hold you in place.

“Had a dream…” you whispered.

“Can’t have been an innocent one by the look of things,” he replied in the space between his lips and your neck. 

“Mm, it wasn’t…” 

You could feel him smirk against your skin as he pressed his chest against your back. A quiet moan left your throat when his hand moved from your hip to your stomach and under the elastic of your underwear.

“Fuck, you’re so wet sweetheart. What were you doing in your dream that has gotten you this turned on?” Feeling his fingers stroking you where you needed him most made it hard to think.

“I-... fuck… I d-don’t remember all of it… B-but all I know is that it involved a mirror and you sliding three fingers into me…” you managed to get out, eyes fluttering closed as he kept touching you, slowly pushing just the tip of his finger into you. 

“Mmm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? For someone with such an innocent face you sure have a dirty mind…” Virgil said, voice no louder than a whisper. 

It was no secret that you had a thing for his hands, for the way he could make you feel with those long fingers of his, the way his pupils would dilate whenever you sucked two of his fingers into your mouth, the way they felt wrapped around your throat just tight enough to just feel them. You could feel yourself clench around his finger tip just thinking about it, desperate for him to give you more. 

“Please…” you whimpered.

“Please what, darling?” 

“Please make me come… Please fuck me with your fingers Virg… Need your fingers…” 

You could hear him chuckle in your ear which sent shivers down your spine with the unspoken promise it held. He pulled his hand back and started to remove your underwear. You were quick to lift your hips and shoved the material down your legs, kicking your legs to move it all the way down. The rational part of your brain was shouting that it would be impossible to find it back, but that was a problem for future-you, you decided. Virgil put a hand on your thigh, pulling it back over his own to allow him better access. The angle wasn’t great and a bit awkward, but at this point you didn’t care –all you could care about was the need for him to touch you where you needed him most. 

“Virgil…” you whined, grinding into him, feeling his already hard cock press against your bum, which caused him to chuckle again. You felt how he dragged two fingers along your folds, spreading your arousal, the mere thought of him fingering you nearly enough to send you to the brink. You squirmed against him, unable to move your hips now his arm was hooked over your hips, pinning you in place. 

“Patient lieverd, it’ll be worth it.” 

The Dutch term of endearment always made your heart flutter and he knew this about you as well. Virgil had always been able to read you like an open book when it came to sex. It used to annoy you, how there was no way you could hide your body’s reaction to him —to his touch– but right now you were grateful that he knew exactly what you needed.

You let out an audible gasp when his fingers finally entered you, stretching you. It was at once too much and not enough. Normally he’d work you up to this, starting slow, but you were impatient right now and the burn felt so good. You felt him smile against your neck, nose touching the shell of your ear. Virgil slowly started moving his fingers, sliding them in deeper with each thrust. The mouse of his hand pressed against your clit and it felt like he was everywhere; his solid form pressed firmly against yours, lips and tongue and —oh God— teeth against your skin, cock hard and nestled against your bum, fingers fucking you in a tortureous slow pace. 

You could hear yourself mumble and whine incoherent nothings, fingers of your left hand wrapped around his wrist, needing to hold onto him as a way to ground yourself. Virgil kept whispering absolutely filthy things in your ear, his facial hair scraping against your skin. Normally you needed him to be rough with you –or at least a lot rougher than now– for you to come like this, him fingering you. Which is why you were so surprised when you could feel the beginnings of your orgasm start to build. Maybe it was the feeling of him surrounding you that sped things up, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that your thighs were trembling, your threadbare t-shirt rubbed against your already hard nipples, and that coil in the pit of your stomach was tightening, threatening to break. 

“There you go darling, that’s it… There’s a good girl,” Virgil murmured in your ear and that was it for you. Something just snapped and your orgasm hit you like a freight train; your back arched into him and all that left your mouth was a whispered yes interspersed with moans like a broken record, stuck on one chord. 

Virgil lifted his palm, releasing the pressure on your sensitive bud, but kept his fingers where they were.

“I heard you say something about three fingers?” he said, sucking on the skin at the nape of your neck. Your body trembled at the image. 

“Roll with me sweetheart, that’s it. And now sit up for me,” Virgil directed you, never removing his hand. You were now sitting upright in between his legs, spread open for him.

He used his free hand to pull your shirt up and you helped by pulling it over your head. You leaned back against his chest, eyes fluttering closed as he slid a third finger into you, setting a quick pace this time. 

“I know you have at least one more to give lieverd,” Virgil said, kissing and suckeling at the skin of your neck. 

“So good.. Virg-... so… fuck…” You threw your head back as he brushed against that spot deep inside you that only he seemed to be able to find and you knew: there was no chance in hell you’d last like this. So instead you just… Let go. Your second orgasm wrecked through you as you sobbed, nails digging into his thigh, eyesight blurring. Virgil guided you through it, touching and kissing you gingerly and removing his hand when it became too much. Your body still trembled with the aftershocks of your orgasm and you had a hard time hearing him over the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. Virgil just held you, an arm wrapped around your chest, lips pressed against your temple, as you came back down to Earth. 

“Thank you,” you managed to mumble, wrapping a hand around the arm holding you to him.

“Mmm, you’re more than welcome sweetheart. Let’s try to get some more sleep now, yeah?” 

You nodded, body still heavy, unable to move after the intensity of that second orgasm. You had no idea how, but Virgil somehow managed to move you onto your side and pulled against him with your head resting on his chest.

“Love you Virg,” you murmured, already half asleep. “Ik ook van jou. G’night,” he whispered, but by then you were already fast asleep.

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The Red Carpet

Virgil Van Dijk x Actress!Reader 

Warnings: fem!reader, lots of joking and teasing, virgil’s crush on matip, secret marriage, private but public on the lowest of lows, the Liverpool boys love her like their own, virg and reader think they’re so slick, flirting on main, haters will be haters, mentions of affairs/cheating,  a spin on the Calvin Klein campaign big virg did <333

Word Count: 3.2k

Author’s Note: y’all know I had to do one for big daddy virg <333 enjoy this one! I had fun writing it <3

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“Beloved actress and humanitarian, Y/n L/n everybody!” The interviewer introduces you to the camera. 

You were on the last leg of your press tour of Cause Without Desire. You had made the move from TV to the big screen but you were well known, playing major roles on some massive tv shows. The cast had just wrapped up in Asia and today was the last of the interviews for you, seeing that the premiere was in 2 days. 

“Hi!” You smiled, “thank you so much for having me.” 

“Thank you for being here, you look lovely.” He compliments you, making you smile. 

The two of you go over a few moments in the trailer, talking about what it was like to work on a movie set compared to a tv set and how you plan on celebrating the movie’s success. He notices the wedding band on your finger, moving onto his next point. “I haven’t seen you since before you got married, congratulations!” 

“Thank you!” You smiled, instinctively glancing down at your wedding band. 

“I’ve heard your husband is a massive football fan, as are you. Will you two be catching any games while you’re here?”

“Well, I've got to check my schedule but unfortunately, he's busy with work so it’s probably a no to the game.” 

“That’s a shame, it’s much better seeing the match in person.” 

“It is,” you nod, agreeing with him. “Which club do you two support?” The man asks, hoping for some details on your very private marriage. 

“We’re both massive Liverpool fans.” You tell him, bare minimum details. The man nods, telling you about his favourite club. “Do you have different favourite players?” 

“We do, he likes Matip but I've always liked Robbo and Mo; I cannot pick between those two.” 

“Solid choices, I've been known to like Van Dijk from time to time,” the interviewer tells you, earning a smile and a nod. “Yeah, he’s pretty good too.” 

He gets the signal to wrap up the interview, thanking you for joining them and good luck with the movie. You wait for them to end the segment to say your goodbyes and get up, walking over to your agent, Suzanna, who was waiting with your phone. 

“He texted,” she says, a smile on her face. 

You glance at your phone, seeing a message from your husband. 

From Big Daddy Virg: nice to see that someone likes me. 

He must have watched your interview. 

To Big Daddy Virg: shut your face. 

From Big Daddy Virg: make me. 🙄

To Big Daddy Virg: I’ll see you when I get home. Go back to your training. 

From Big Daddy Virg: I will, love you. 

To Big Daddy Virg: love you ❤️

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89:08 and the score is 2-0, Liverpool about to take the win. You were amongst the rest of the fans, you were a regular person after all. You and the little boy next to you along with his father were shouting and cheering. 

They were playing at home and the red covered the entirety of Anfield, a few speckles of yellow in between. 

Once the game ended, you found your way down to the team. You were talking to one of the physios when you heard the unmistakable accent. “Oi Mrs. V!” Trent shouts from the other end of the hallway. It was only Liverpool staff and team members hanging around so it was fine that he called you that, despite you warning him multiple times not to call you that. 

“You do know you’re only 3 years younger than me, right? Calling me Mrs. V makes me seem like a 100 years old.” You nudged his side when he slung an arm over your shoulder. 

Trent shrugs, “you’re basically 100 to me.” You roll your eyes at his comment. You looked at Trent like an annoying little brother; the player always getting on your nerves but in a loving way. 

You were turning 28 this year while Virgil was turning 32. You two met 4 years ago, hit it off instantly and started dating. After a year and a half of dating, he asked you to marry him; you said yes. 

In August of last year, you two got married. 

It was a quiet ceremony; family, close friends, and the Liverpool players of course. 

It wasn’t a secret that either of you were married, just who you were married to was left unknown. Both of you wore your rings, no one seemed to piece it together though; football fans assumed he got married and your fans thought your ring was a prop for the role you had at the time. It wasn’t until an interviewer asked about you still wearing your prop ring that you said you were married. 

Trent walks you in the direction of the locker room, Mo was outside talking with Ox. You let Trent go and get cleaned up, leaving you with the men. You caught up with the two of them, both Mo and Ox show you photos of their kids and update you on them. You ask about their wives, telling them to tell them hello for you and that all of you wives and girlfriends need to catch up for lunch one day. 

“Oh, can you take a photo for me? Everyone is expecting me to post with Mo at some point,” you ask Ox, handing the phone over to him. 

You and Mo stood together, smiling at the camera as Ox took the photos. Andy was coming out of the locker room and you called for him, telling him to join you two. Now you were squishing between two players, Ox glancing to the side before taking the photos. 

All of a sudden, you feel a weight against your back; one you know too well. 

Virgil had his arms around Andy and Mo, squeezing the 3 of you together. Ox eventually turns the camera, taking a series of blurry selfies before handing the phone back over to you. 

Mo says bye, heading in to change and Andy was heading out for the night, Ox joining him. That left you and Virgil in the hallway. You lean on the wall, looking up at your husband. 

“You were good today,” you tell him, fiddling with the hem of the jersey you had on. “You look good with my number.” He says, a hand on your hip. The jersey you had on had a number 4 in the middle and his name on your back, hair pinned up so you could see it. 

Swatting his hand away, you roll your eyes. “I give you a compliment and you don’t even say thank you.” 

“I paid you a compliment too.” He huffs, pulling you flat against him. Your hand rests on his chest, “you are such a weirdo.” 

“Shut up.” Virgil smiles, leaning down to give you a kiss. 

The two of you were wrapped up in each other, neither of you noticed Klopp going by. “This isn’t high school, get a room.” He calls as he passes by, teasingly making a face at you two as he does. 

Your face drops into Virgil’s chest, cheeks red and he laughs. “Will do!” 

The two of you head home, deciding to have an early night or at least that was the plan until Virgil says he wants to go out for dinner. “You want to go out?” You asked him and he nodded, unlocking the door for you. 

“Why not? We can’t hide forever, babe.” 

“We absolutely can.” You start walking to the bedroom, your husband following behind you. “Y/n,” he groans, knowing you were being annoying for no reason. 

“Virgil,” you mock, turning to face him. He hugs you and the two of you fall onto the bed - more like Virgil drops on top of you and you fall onto the bed. 

His chin resting on your sternum as he looks up at you. “Let’s go out.” 

“Okay, go shower and I'll get dressed.” 

He smiles, giving you a kiss before getting up. You lay in bed for a bit longer, posting a few photos from the game to your instagram. A series of blurry selfies that Ox took on your phone gets posted to your story before you make the actual post. 

A photo of you and Mo, followed by the one with Andy and Mo, then finally the one with Virgil. 

@.Y/N_L/N: players of the match! ft a really tall photobomber @.virgilvandijk

tagged: @.mosalah @.andyrobertson94 @.virgilvandijk

The photos gain traction rather fast, by the time you’ve picked out your outfit for dinner, there’s over 300 comments and nearly 100,000 likes. You read through some of the comments; while most of them are sweet, there’s a few bitter ones in between

@.y/nnumberonefan: so cute! love that you support Liverpool! 

@.andyrobertson94: it was good to see you again! ❤️

@.inlovewithy/nl/n: robbo, the egyptian king and van dijk!! superior choices y/n

@.mosalah: ❤️❤️❤️

@.y/nsbiggesthater: if Andy and Mo are her favourites, why is she wearing a virgil jersey ? #fakefan 

@.Y/N_L/N: @.y/nsbiggesthater forgot my robbo jersey unfortunately. this was the only one left in store :)) 

Tossing the phone on the bed, you get dressed for dinner and Virgil joins you in the bedroom. The two of you head out not long after that. Virgil drove, opening the door for you when you arrived. Neither of you noticed the paparazzi across the road taking photos of the two of you. You went about your evening as normal, enjoying dinner like a normal couple. 

“The premiere is tomorrow, right?” He asks, hand across the table to touch yourself. 

“Yeah, wanna come?” 

“You want me to go?” 

You roll your eyes, “no, I don’t.” Your tone flat, Virgil’s brows furrow. You give his hand a squeeze. “Kidding, of course I want you there.” 

Dinner was quiet, chatting about your plans post movie craziness, plus Virgil had a break coming up soon. You two decide to call it a night and head home, your husband’s hand on the small of your back as you wait for the valet to bring up the car. 

He looks down at you, smiling. You lean into the side and you still had not noticed the cameras across the street.

You could see why anyone who thought you were married to other people would think something weird was going on between you two. 

--- 

The next morning, your phone blaring woke you up. Multiple text messages coming in at once. Suzanna was ringing down your line, trying to get ahold of you. 

From Suzanna: Y/N!!!!

From Suzanna: What is it?? 

She sent about 4 different links, all of them suggesting that both you and Virgil were cheating on your significant others. A series of photos leaked from your dinner last night; him opening the car door for you, the two of you across the table from each other, Virgil’s hand on your back while waiting for the car was what really did it in. 

To Suzanna: We went to dinner. 

From Suzanna: I can see that but right now, it looks bad on both of you. Either make it public or don’t do that again. 

To Suzanna: We're married, Suz. I’m not gonna hide forever. 

From Suzanna: I’m not telling you too. I’m telling you that it doesn’t look good before the public assumes you’re married to other people and you’re cuddled up in a restaurant. 

You understood what Suzanna meant, this wasn’t the first time photos had come out of you and Virgil. Photos had leaked during the filming of the movie;  you and a man but they couldn’t tell who it was. He had his hood on and his back was turned to the camera. 

Virg was half asleep, his arm tossed over your legs and his head buried in your side. Your finger twirls the loose strands of hair, giving it a soft tug as you move to rake your fingers through it. You feel the man shift closer to your hand - a signal to keep going. 

“Suz is giving me shit,” you say quietly, knowing he was awake. “Why?” He mumbles, face still buried in your side. 

You sigh, setting the phone down. “They think we’re having an affair.” 

Virgil looks up, the amused look on his face was enough to make you laugh. “You’re having an affair with.. your own husband ?” 

“Apparently so.” 

You watch as he rolls over, now laying on his back as he drops his head into your lap. You look down at your husband, smiling as you watch him stretch out and get comfortable again. “She says it looks bad on both of us, they think we’re married to different people obviously.”

He’s staring up at the ceiling for a moment. “Yeah, I know.” 

“I’ll tell her you’re coming to the premiere though, but I don’t know how much longer we can keep this a secret.” You looked down at your husband for his input. 

He nods, agreeing. “Yeah, but I don’t think we should make it public there. I don’t want that to take away from the premiere. You worked so hard, you deserve to enjoy it.” 

It was never your intention to keep your marriage a secret. 

Both you and Virgil are very private people so it's not like you’ve gone around blabbing details about your personal life, but your marriage to each other was never something you wanted to hide. You loved each other out loud and you didn't shy away from letting anyone know, but the last thing either of you wanted was someone poking around in your personal life.

Things just spiralled a little too fast and got a little too out of hand for you to go back and admit it now. 

Virgil gets up, telling you he’s gonna take a shower. You give him a kiss, sending him on his way before you reach for your phone. 

To Suzanna: Virg is coming to the premiere with me, we’ll go public but not there. 

From Suzanna: That’s fine, I will speak to Virgil’s agent and we’ll figure something out. 

To Suzanna: Sounds good, see you tonight. 

The day rolled by faster than expected. Your makeup and hair team coming over to get you all dolled up for your first big movie premiere. You arrived before Virgil of course and then he joined you at the premiere about half an hour later.

You wore an emerald green dress with a low back and a slit coming up to your thigh on your right leg, your hair pulled back to show off the back of your dress. The black heels tied in with the accessories you had on. 

No one seemed to piece together the fact that Virgil was wearing all black with a tie that matched your dress. 

He was one of the only athletes at the premier, so of course, the photographers  kept asking who invited him and his thoughts on the movie. 

“Y/n invited me to make up for her mean instagram caption the other day,” he jokes, walking over to where you are. 

“Hey,” you smiled when he got to you. 

The photographers were shouting for you to get together and pose for the camera; after the recent photos that came out from dinner and Virgil’s comment, the affair rumour mill will be in overdrive. 

His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into him. The two of you smiling at the camera, you turn to the side and rest your hand on his chest; the same way a wife would do to her husband. Both of you sporting your wedding bands; Virgil’s gold band sat snug on his finger and the diamond on your finger sparkled with all the lights and flashing cameras. 

Both of you were aware of the fact that you weren't publicly known as a couple, so the pose was a little on the scandalous side for two people who supposedly married to other people. Virgil only made it worse by leaning into you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

Suzanna gave you both a lecture once you were away from the cameras. You were not to make things worse, you needed to think of your image. 

You and Virgil nodded, agreeing with her but the moment she walked off, Virgil was grabbing your ass on your way into the theatre. 

---- 

A few weeks had passed since the movie premiere and the affair rumours had come to a halt for the time being. You and Virgil had both been active on socials, going about your usual business. Seeing that you were home in England for now, you went to more than a few games that Liverpool were playing. 

No contact between you and Virg other than a hello but under no circumstances were you allowed to wear a jersey with his name and number. 

Either way at some point during those few weeks, Suzanna had arranged for you two to do a photoshoot with Calvin Klein for their ‘Calvin or Nothing’ campaign. 

They decided they would do yours first; you switched between the black and white, multiple different poses and then the end was a clip of you saying their slogan; Calvin or Nothing. Virgil did the same thing, though he had to keep redoing it because he’d look over at you and start laughing. It got so bad that they made you leave so he could get through it. 

Eventually it was the two of you together for a few more. There’s a few different poses; one with you on his lap, another one with you on the chair and Virgil sitting between your legs as you lean down to kiss his cheek. Your favourite of the set was the one with the two of you on the floor with you laying over his chest and your hand on his face, your wedding ring on display and his hand on your back, his own ring visible. 

You posted your solo first, leaving that up for 3 or 4 days before Virgil posted his solo shoot. 

That weekend, the two of you made a joint post with the photos of the two of you. 

@.Y/N_L/N and @.VirgilVanDijk: Calvin Klein x The Van Dijks 

tagged: @.calvinklein

It was safe to say the Liverpool boys made sure you two were well announced to the world. 

@.trentarnold66: mr and mrs v out here  👀

@.andyrobertson94: don’t ruin her pics with your face @.virgilvandijk!

@.andyrobertson94: you look good too @.virgilvandijk 😘

@.liverpoolfc: our favourite couple! ❤️

@.mosalah: ❤️❤️❤️

@.jhenderson: looking good! 👀

You were sitting on the couch with Virgil as you looked through the comments, showing him what his teammates were saying. “Tell Andy to shut up,” he laughs, letting you lean into him. 

“I will not, he's right! Don’t ruin my pictures.” You nudge your husband, earring a pinch to the side. “I love you, even though you’re annoying.” Virgil tells you, a smile on his face. 

“I’d hope so, you married me after all.” 

“Yeah duh,” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to give you a kiss. 

--- 

taglist: @thesnailus @alwaysclassyeagle​ @neymarsrealgf​ and @2-fast-2-curious​ even tho she won’t admit that virg is so husband <3333

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[footballffbarbiex]

so glad you write for big virgil💌

thank you for reading and sending me this ask!! it means the world to me to hear your thoughts.

these are some of the other ones I've written, I probably need to update a lot of my master lists. but The Hoodie and And They Were Roommates is my favourite ;)

Best. Day. Ever. Virgil takes his son on a road trip but a quick stop off means his little boy meets Santa 

Easter hunt at training. Liverpool arrange a fun Easter day out. 

Lil Nuggies. All Virgil wants, is a lil chicken nugget. 

Resist My Charms. Newly married, they look back on how they started.

To Love All Of Me 15. 

Really, Really.

This Is Your Captain Speaking. 

Baby daddy 1. 

Call Me Virgil. 

To Love All Of Me 16

______________________

SMUT:

Without. Virgil doesn’t wanna use protection tonight. 

And They Were Roommates. Virgil’s been good to resist her so far but not for long.

Help Me Forget. After a disappointing loss, Virgil just needs a distraction.

The Hoodie. 

Unnamed smut. 

Smut blurb 5. 

Valentines Smut. 

Forbidden Love. 3. 

At Home And Chill. 

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[jsprnt]

your husband loves taking care of you, especially when you're 35 weeks pregnant.

virgil van dijk x pregnant!reader

original request: love your work, could you write a pregnant!reader and Virgil? X

A/N: thank you! this one was so fun to write <3

W/C: 1.640

you shift into another position, again. The soft couch and cushions doing wonders for your back, but still, you couldn’t sleep in your favorite position. Just flat on your stomach, your swollen baby bump not even allowing you to sleep well at night, or take a nap in the quiet hours before dinner time. you felt like you were about to pop, but you still had five weeks to go before your estimated due date.

you had the gender reveal party, which consisted of your and virgil’s closest family members and friends. you both were having a babygirl, the nursery was already cutely designed with a pretty crib and dresser. the baby shower your friends surprised you with was thrown already a couple weeks ago, and not to forget the sweet babymoon virgil and you had gone on. the pretty islands in greece had been a beautiful sights to share with your husband.

the sound of a car parking in the driveway has you halting for a moment. your eyes drift over to the clock on your living room wall. it was past five in the evening already, which meant your husband had returned from training.

you slowly, but carefully get up from your position on the couch, sitting up instead. compression socks alleviating some of the swelling of your legs and feet, your eyes dart to the gray coffee table, full of- everything you could need when being half-immobile. tissues, multiple empty cups, a plate of lazily cut up pickles, a half eaten box of cookies-

“there’s my beautiful wife!” you suddenly hear, swollen, drowsy eyes looking towards your surprisingly very enthusiastic husband. his hands seemingly full of familiar takeout bags as he closes the front door to your home.

virgil’s high energy, even after his intensive training, manages to put a small smile on your face. you hear him take his coat off and wash his hands. so, you stand up, walking- no waddling towards him in the kitchen.

“hi, missed you..” you mumble, feeling him wrap his arm around your back, softly rubbing up and down your sides. you sigh in delight, leaning against his tall and muscular frame, resting your head on his chest. soft sweater grazing your sensitive skin.

“me too, baby.” he mutters, kissing your forehead tenderly.

“I got your favorite takeout. you’re hungry, right?” he asks, thumb rubbing your hips.

your eyes light up, and you nod eagerly. your pregnancy cravings were all over the place. from wanting your usual takeout, to a weird obsession with pickles and chocolate, and the most difficult of all: an icy, crispy red bull. since it wasn’t pregnancy-safe, you definitely didn’t risk it, but your mouth just watered at the thought of taking a sip of the carbonated, sweet energy drink.

“then let’s eat some food. I’m starving...” he says, guiding you to the kitchen island. he’d switched out the bar stools, shortly after your second trimester had started, exchanging them for chairs with a backrest, just for your comfort and convenience.

you watch him grab the takeout, unpacking the dishes.

“you got me the vegetarian one right?” you ask, raising your brows. virgil turns, nodding as he transfers stir fry noodles into a dish and slides it in front of you.

ever since you got pregnant, you detested the smell of meat. virgil being the sweet man he is, did research with his own nutritionist to see how you could still get all the vitamins and nutrients you needed without having to eat meat.

“here baby, eat up.” he mutters, giving you a fork, before walking towards the fridge. he grabs two cans of sparkling iced tea, coming back to sit next to you as you both dig into your meal.

“how was training?” you mumble, chewing down your food, maybe a little too fast.

“good, we were in the gym the entire day- slow down baby, the food isn’t going anywhere..” he chuckles, reaching into the takeout bag and retrieving the napkins. wiping sauce off the corner of your mouth with one.

you both continue eating the delicious food, Virgil’s hand soothingly running down your back every now and then.

“I’m going to take a quick shower.” he says, cleaning off the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher.

“can I join? can’t get my hair wet though..”

“sure baby, let’s go.” he quickly says, helping you off the chair and into the bathroom.

“my legs have been killing me..” you mutter, watching virgil take your compression socks off. you were glad you didn’t need them on your hands, though your fingers had gotten pretty swollen. prompting virgil to gift you a chain you could hang your wedding ring on, to wear as a necklace instead.

you allow him to guide you into the shower, his hand settling on the small of your back in support. virgil chuckles deeply as he watches your makeup melt off with the touch of the streaming warm water. he made sure to put on your shower cap beforehand.

“you wore makeup? where did you go today?” he asks, allowing you to reach up and take off his hair tie, dark curls falling to the side of his face.

“went for brunch with the girls. it was so good..” you answer, allowing virgil to run the soapy washcloth down your body, making sure to clean you up nicely. paying extra attention to scrub your legs, since you couldn’t reach down, you needed his help more often than not.

grabbing a fresh towel, he wraps you in it. allowing you to walk out of the bathroom and sit on your bed. waiting for him wash himself.

that’s what you loved about him, he always put you first. whether it was you eating first, getting dressed, falling asleep, or anything at this point in your pregnancy.

you quickly grab your undergarments and loungewear, going back to sit on your bed. towel wrapped snuggly against your body, as you take off your shower cap and wipe the extra moisture on the towel.

you look up to see virgil walk out of the bathroom, towel hanging on his hips. you lean back, admiring him, a small smirk forming on your lips.

“what?” he asks, smirk clearly on his face too as he walks up to you.

“oh, nothing, just admiring what’s mine..”

“really? let me admire what’s mine too then..”

he cups your face as you look up, his wet hair falling in front of his face as a single drop of water drips down onto your cheek. a low chuckle leaving his lips as he swipes it away with his thumb.

he helps you get dressed before the two of you get too distracted, not forgetting to rub bio-oil and lotion on your bump and body. the both of you snuggling up together on the couch. your head laying on his broad chest, tatted arm wrapped around your back.

You pause for a moment, feeling your daughter kick against your uterus. you feel virgil’s hand running against your clothed bump, you place your own hand next to his. feeling her kick was still the most out of body experience to the both you. you could’ve sworn you felt the outlines of her little feet as she kicked like didn’t want you to rest tonight.

“active today, isn’t she?” your husband asks, kissing your temple.

“just like her daddy..” you raise your bows, grinning. the consequences of having an athlete as your partner.

“she’ll definitely be as beautiful as her mommy..” he responds, causing your grin to grow into a bright smile.

“what do you want to watch, hm?” he asks, looking down at you, scratching his chin thoughtfully.

“love is blind, the new episode is out.”

he chuckles, his chest vibrating against your cheek as you watch him turn the tv on with the remote.

in the beginning of your relationship he wasn’t too keen on watching shows or movies like that, but the second there was some drama unfolding, he immediately got hooked and it became a thing you both did to wind down after busy days.

“wait- can you grab snacks?” you ask, looking up from his chest. you knew he couldn’t say no to you, because he looked like he had melted at the sight of your face already.

“your cravings are really going off the rails, aren’t they?” he asks, placing a kiss on your lips before slowly getting up.

“don’t see the problem!” you exclaim, looking over to see him open the kitchen cabinets and grab a bag of crisps and salty popcorn, transferring it into bowls before walking back over to you.

“here you go, for my hungry monster..” he teases, prompting you to roll your eyes playfully.

you both start watching the hour long episode, empty bowls on your lap by the end of it. though, you both don’t move from your spot on the couch, virgil’s hand soothing on your slightly aching, lower back.

“you okay?” he asks, your own hand resting on his bicep.

“back hurts a bit, baby’s getting heavy..” you mutter.

“I’m know, sorry love. do you need anything?” he asks, kissing your temple and rubbing your back more thoroughly. he had a tendency to ask what you wanted or needed, just to make sure he didn’t miss anything.

“just- can I ask you something?” you begin, holding back a grin. he’d done enough to make you feel comfortable already.

“yeah?”

“would you mind if I broke your fingers during delivery?” you chuckle, having a laugh. knowing he would probably let you squeeze the absolute life out of his hands.

“of course, during delivery you can squeeze and cuss me out all you want..” he smiles, brushing his thumb against your baby bump.

you did cuss him out, but breaking his fingers, almost…

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[formulalfc]

Vvd in like the grey sweats and the compression shirt going to practise or smth and you are like hell no and him being all confused😁 love you!

as you see him walk out the dressing room you're like???? what do you think you're wearing??? and he's so confused cause you have never commented on his outfits before, unless its to compliment him so he's all like what?? just looking at you confused. and you just stare at him with an expression that tells him he's being so dumb right now. but he's still not getting it so you have to spell it out for him. telling him that the grey sweats and compression shirt combo is lethal to anyone who sees him and that you're finding it hard not to jump his bones right now and make him late for training. he smirks over at you laughing as you glare at him making sure he hears you call him a slut as he walks away.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

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[kierantierney3]

Masterlist

I created a new masterlist so you may need to bare with me for a bit with it.

Ruben Loftus Cheek

Alejandro Garnacho

Kieran Tierney

Ben Pavard

Pedri

Gavi

Ruben Dias

Ben Chilwell

Martin Ødegaard

Jadon Sancho

Kai Havertz

Gabriel Martinelli

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Trent Alexander Arnold

Virgil Van Dijk

Mason Mount

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An Alphabet of Prompts - H

🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽ Who: Virgil van Dijk Prompt: Hand Notes with request: Virgil and reader having a cuddling session after a long exhausting day and comparing their hand size! Make it extra fluffy 🤭 Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none 🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽

"Phew, what a day!" You flopped down on your living room couch, snuggling up comfortably against Virgil, who was already seated there.

"Busy day at work?" Virgil slung his arm lovingly around you. "Chaos," you answered with a deep, tired sigh. "Well, for tonight I'll make sure you won't have to do anything else." Virgil took your hand in his. "I'll pamper and spoil you rotten this evening." "Thanks, babe." You snuggled even closer to him and rested your head against his broad chest. "I really need that."

Virgil pressed a loving kiss into your hair and gave your hand another gentle squeeze. You looked down at the way your hand perfectly fit into his. "Your hands are so big," you mumbled, not even raising your head from his chest. Virgil's deep, rumbling chuckle filled the air. "Maybe your hands are just small."

You stretched your hand, pressing your palm against Virgil's now open hand. Everything about his hand oversized yours. His fingers easily bent over the tips of yours, and his palm could easily cup your palm.

"Like I said," Virgil chuckled at the obvious size difference, "your hands are small, but I love those teenie-weenie hands." You brought his hand to your lips and pressed a warm kiss to it. "And I love those big hands of yours."

You felt Virgil's arm around you holding you yet closer to him. Everything about it breathed his love for you. Your gaze lingered on his hand around yours again, and you had never felt so at ease and safe. Because whatever would happen, those big hands would always be there to hold, protect and love you.

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Masterlist:

requests are open !!

FC BARCELONA:

Pablo Gavi:

Jealous Gavi

Gavi x Shy!Reader

Gavi Angst

Sergio's Niece

Comforting Gavi

Barcelona's Intern

Pedri Gonzales:

Jealous Pedri

REAL MADRID:

Jude Bellingham:

Childhood friends to Lovers

Real Madrid Women's

Jude Angst to fluff

Christmas Proposal

Dedicated Goal

Messi's Daughter

Gavi’s Twin Sister

Club Drama

Proposal of Business

Love in the Right Places

Protective!Jude

Fiancée and Footballer

PARIS SAINT GERMAIN:

Kylian Mbappe:

Jealous Kylian

LIVERPOOL FOOTBALL CLUB:

Virgil Van Dijk:

Virgil Fluff

Kostas Tsimikas:

Kostas' Birthday

Photographer!Reader x Kostas

Secret Wife

Andrew Robertson:

Andrew's Injury

Milner's Matchmaking

Trent Alexander-Arnold:

Trent Angst to Fluff

Trent Sickfic

Dominik Szoboszlai:

Honeymoon Stage

Blind Date

Alisson Becker:

Difficult Parents

MANCHESTER CITY FOOTBALL CLUB:

Erling Haaland:

Clingy Erling

International Break & It's consequences

Erling's busy schedule

Post Match Glory

MANCHESTER UNITED FOOTBALL CLUB:

Mason Mount:

Long Lost Lovers

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