#Virgil van dijk imagine

[libraryofloveletters]

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.

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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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[damiansgoodgirll]

Hello! Could you write something about jealous VVD. You're out with the girls and they record you having fun, shaking ass and stuff. Obviously, he's not happy about it.

Thank you ☺���

reader’s not shaking her ass because i can’t shake my ass so i wouldn’t be able to relate but she’s having some real fun 🍾🍾

virgil van dijk x reader

‼️ big virgil is mad at us, sorry + him being a little possessive

as long as you’re mine

it was rare that you had time to meet up with your friends and have a fun night out. two of your best friends had kids so it was impossible for them to stay out over 9 pm and the others were much into their perfect wives role that they didn’t even had time for themselves.

but tonight, somehow, you managed to get them all together to have some real fun in a very special club downtown liverpool.

it felt like it’s been years since you last saw them and you couldn’t wait to gossip about anyone again.

virgil wasn’t really excited about the idea of you clubbing all night. not because he didn’t trust you, but because he didn’t trust the people around you. he knew how man could get when they see a pretty lady, the knew it very well.

so he tried to convince you to stay home but you refused and met up with your friends.

you had a nice dinner and then you all went to the heaven club, your favourite place in all the town. virgil didn’t like it so he never came with you but tonight you finally had the chance to have some real fun with your friends and you couldn’t wait for it.

one drink first, then a second one and a third one. one man offered you a glass of wine that you kindly refused so he offered it to one of your friends that accepted. you all were laughing and having fun when, all of sudden your phone started ringing.

virgil was calling you but you never picked up.

what you didn’t know was that someone was filming you and posting everything on twitter. you weren’t doing anything wrong, you were just laughing and chatting while some of your friends were dancing and shaking their asses but still, someone managed to get your pictures and videos out on twitter.

you never picked up your phone that night, not until the uber you all booked, left you at home around 4 am. you weren’t that drunk but you didn’t trust yourself to drive.

you removed your heels before entering your home, thinking that virgil was already fast asleep so you were kinda surprised when you saw him sitting on the couch watching the news on tv.

“virgil?” you called him and he turned around to look at you “what are you doing still awake? i told you not to wait for me…”

“i had to wait for you in case you never came back home…i don’t know, what if you fell asleep on some cheap couch in some cheap club?” he said standing up and looking at you.

“what? what are you talking about?”

“you know damn well what i’m talking about…” he was mad but you didn’t know why.

“i can see you are mad but i don’t know why…care to explain it?” you asked him a little confused.

“did you really have to do all of that? acting like you don’t have a husband waiting for you at home? if you wanted attention you just had to say it…”

“what the fuck are you talking about virgil!” you started to get mad as how he kept being so obnoxious.

he took two seconds to take his phone out of his pocket and show you everything that’s being going on twitter “this is what i’m talking about!” he showed you one of the videos where you were seen talking with a man - the man you refused the wine from but of course virgil didn’t know that. he showed you another video of you dancing with one of your friends, and it wasn’t the dancing itself to upset him, it was the fact that a man was making inappropriate comments about you.

“virgil…that man offered me wine and i said no, that’s why i was talking with him…and sorry, but it’s not my fault i wanted to have fun with my friends and men can’t keep their dicks in their pants…i’m not apologising for that” you calmed down after seeing the videos and why he reacted that way “but you gotta trust me virgil, and it hurts me knowing that you don’t trust me”

“i know it’s not your fault…i just, i hate seeing men talking about you like you would give them a chance…and i’m sorry for overreacting…i trust you, i love you, it’s the people around you that i don’t trust, it’s the people around that want to take advantage of you and if something has to happen…”

“virgil” you chuckled “nothing is gonna happen okay? i just had a few drinks and i’m capable of defending myself if something happens okay?”

“okay but”

“no buts…”

“but” he kept going “you are mine, my wife, my love, my woman, mine, got it?” he asked, his voice showing more authority.

“i’m yours virgil, as long as you are mine” you answered back.

his lips turned into a smirk, while his hands moved to your hips “i’m definitely yours, as i sad again, you’re mine…” he whispered into your ear and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or not but you were feeling butterflies all over your body “so now, you let me take care of you as a proper husband should do, got it?” he asked and you nodded.

you definitely wouldn’t have let him go so easily.

[footballffbarbiex]

player: virgil van dijk (ft trent alexander arnold) type: kinda smutty. kinda fluffy. request: The reader being Trent’s sister maybe she a couple of years younger too, and he’s protective over her and she’s sneaking around with virg, and at every moment they are always making out or somthing.

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"Where you going?" trent asks from where he lays on the couch.

you thought you'd tiptoed downstairs quiet enough but it seems his hearing is better than you thought. "out," you reply, already hugging your arms over your chest instinctively.

"no shit sherlock," he says, expression changing to a stern one as he pads out of the lounge and towards where you stand, phone slipping back into his pocket as he does so as it makes an audible sound for it locking too. "I asked where you were going. and don't -" he cuts you off as you open your mouth to give him a vague answer, "give me some crap about 'just going out'."

"you know I'm only a few years younger than you right? I don't need to explain myself. I'm not a kid anymore," you mutter then instantly regret it. you know Trent's intentions are good, but you also realise that he's constantly having to look out for his own image too. whatever you do, it reflects on him and the way he arches his eyebrows as he stares you down is something else. Trent's not dumb, despite what people may think, and you know he's onto you. it's almost like he can smell him on you.

"I know. I just...you're being careful right? I don't want to see you get hurt."

"trust me T, you'd be the first to know."

-

the feeling of guilt almost choked you as you walked away from the house and though you try to rationalise that you weren't actually lying to him, you couldn't deny that you were certainly hiding something from him. trent had never explicitly asked "are you dating one of my teammates?" and so you hadn't held anything back but it still felt as though you were lying to his face every time you snuck away.

would he understood if you told him? you didn't think so. there were almost 10 year between you both and if trent was worried about you dating someone who is your age, how would he react to who is hooking up with his lil sister? yeah. there was very much a reason the two of you weren't being open.

You're lost in thought, walking and talking while acting on autopilot. You're still not fully taking anything in until you hear the car beep and you snap out of your trance like state. there's no need to see the license plate or the driver to know who it is. opening the door, his aftershave immediately fills your nose and your core clenches at the thought of being near him.

cautiousness has you looking around instinctively before you climb in and take your spot next to him.

"you took your time." comes the deep voice from the drivers side. he waits until you've put on your seatbelt before he leans over for a kiss, one that you happily accept. the moment your lips touch, butterflies erupt within your belly and you feel the smile that's manipulating his mouth.

"and yet you wasted none," you comment when he allows you to pull away for a second. it's the fastest sentence you've spoken in a while before his large hand cups the back of your head, pulling your face and mouth back to his. there's the very tip of his tongue searching for yours to momentarily deepen the kiss and you feel a second pulse developing down south when you remember just how good he is with his tongue.

"how long do you have before he's messaging you?"

"you make it sound like I'm cheating on him." you chuckle to yourself as he grins. "but I'll give it a few hours."

"I'll make sure you get back before he leaves for training then. I do want you to stay over soon though." he tells you as he starts the car and pulls away from where he'd parked.

"how much do you want that?" you find yourself asking out loud rather than keeping it to yourself, though part of you is kicking yourself for putting it out there. but you've asked it now, so you keep your eyes ahead and don't turn to look at him, even though you can see him looking at you from the corner of your eyes.

"enough to want to give you space in my bathroom cabinet for your lil toothbrush and a drawer for your things in the bedroom."

"just a drawer?" you ask, facing him now as you give him a smile while hoping that he can't tell just how much your heart is pounding against your ribcage with such force, you can feel it in your eardrums.

"you'll get everything once I can drop you on your driveway myself without worry."

"you scared of my big brother?" the thought amuses you tremendously.

"pffft. not scared scared. I could still pick trent up and throw him over my shoulder." your gaze drops to where his hand sits on the bottom of the steering wheel, and the other lays in his lap. there's something strangely arousing at the casualness of it all. "but it would make things difficult for you. I don't want that." you can hear that he's talking. you've listened to the words and are momentarily touched by his concern for you, but it quickly fades away as you focus on his fingers. "are you ok, baby?" he asks but it sounds as though you're under water and his words are fuzzy to your ears.

"hmmm?" you half ass ask him.

he looks down, trying to see what's got your attention in such a way and gives a laugh that's as dirty as the thoughts running through his mind. "you're going to make this hard for me to leave you and go to training."

you shift your body in the seat, turning to face him as you lean forward a little. "might see what I can do then" you begin as you shimmy forward a little more, lips connecting with his neck before rubbing over his earlobe, "about getting an overnight bag. I might have to stay at my friend's tonight..."

"there's no maybe about it. you're staying tonight. start thinking of your excuses, have a nap while I'm gone because you're going to be tired tomorrow."

[bunniandhoney]

virgil van dijk anon here!!!! can you write age gap + height difference + size kink please 🌞

yes!

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because i think he loves a little cockwarming session after a match. he’s just too tired to give you a good fucking. you’re his good girl though, so you sit on his lap facing him as your cunt sucks him in.

“mmm. you always know how to make daddy feel good baby.” he says running his fingers up and down your spine.

all you can do is nuzzle your face into his neck and whine, because while he’s perfectly content, you’re trying your hardest to stay calm. virgil is just stretching you so damn good and the position puts him so deep it feels like he’s sitting under your rib cage. and even though you know he’s tired, you are starting to squirm.

“be good and stay still for me” he says tightening the grip on your hip.

“can’t it feels too good” you says rocking harder against him.

and frankly virgil has had enough; all he wanted to do was relax after his match, but you are just so damn cock hungry and he’s too hard to do this.

“fine, since you’re so damn impatient.” he moves his other hand to you hip and picks you up on his lap, pulling you off his cock.

and before you can complain about the emptiness virgil slams you back down on to his dick. he digs the balls of his feet into the floor to push as deep into you as possible, but now that’s not enough for him. no, you’re just the right size for him to do whatever he wants with you.

hugging you at the waist virgil stands up, never once stopping his thrust. and “f-fuck does this feel good.”

“yeah, you love when i bounce you on my dick, when i make you take it all.” he says panting

you’re about to cum, already close from the fullness of the cockwarming. his thrust are making his pelvis hit your clit so nicely every time he bounces you and “oh my gosh” do you start to shake against him, tightening your arms around your boyfriend.

suddenly he’s coming too, feeling you squeezing so tight around his cock, pulling your hips tight to his, resting you back on the sofa. he stays there for a moment gently rocking into you as his cum pours into your pussy.

“mm, you can pull out now baby.” you says when his thrusts come to a halt.

covering your whole body with his virgil kisses the tip of your ear and whispers, “daddy’s not done cumming baby.”

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hey anonny, here ya go! hope this tickles your fancy

my requests are still open so feel free to send more my way!

xoxo

Bunni

[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

[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. 

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“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. 

↭

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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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.”

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“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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pairing: virgil van dijk x female reader

summary: in which you let your intrusive thoughts win and virgil is not so happy with it

author’s note: the reader is imagined to have type 4A hair. Got inspired by me cutting a bob on myself when i had to take out my braids and enjoying it a bit too much.

word count: 575

It was a known fact that Virgil loved his hair. Growing up, his mother had taught him how to take care and through the years, he had learned to do it himself.

But something he loved even more than his hair, was yours. He absolutely adored your long curly hair. Whenever you two were close, his hand would automatically be in your hair, twirling it around his finger and letting it go, watching the curl bounce back.

So when you shared your idea to cut your hair, your husband was totally against it.

“Nope” Virgil shook his head, going back to scrolling on his phone.

“But- nope nope NOPE” He cut you off looking up in your eyes with fake teary eyes. “D’you want to break my heart into million pieces ?”

You just rolled your eyes at his childish antics. Virgil could be so dramatic and be a literal man child. It aggravated you sometimes but that was also your favourite side of him.

You eventually gave up on cutting your hair, convinced by your partner’s acting skills. The idea was still on your mind, social media feeding you with constant hair makeover videos. The urge to take scissors got harder to fight everyday. An afternoon alone at home, Virgil at training, was enough for you to loose the bottle.

You sat in your bathroom in front of your mirror, scissors at your left, your iPad at your right, playing a tutorial. 

You ended up having enough of over thinking it and went to wet your hair in the shower before starting to cut. You made sure not to cut too short, a little under the shoulder, a bit afraid seeing all the length you had cut. 

You had just finished your product and the end result satisfied you. You hurried to clean the bathroom and prepare dinner before Virgil came back. Once done, you sat on the couch, excited to see your husband’s reaction. Half an hour had passed and you heard the sound of keys juggling. The door opened to a loud Virgil, announcing his arrival as if hundreds of people lived in the house.

“Where is my beautiful wife…..”

His voice had lowered as he tried to process what he had saw. You stood in front of him with a shy smile, waiting for his reaction. And you were served.

“Oh my god” He loudly dragged, his hands on his face. “Why wo- babe”

You laughed at his extra persona while going to give him a hug.

“I need a moment” He stepped back from you before you forced him into a hug.

As your bodies were close, you could feel his hand in your hair, pulling on a strand to check the new length.

“In all seriousness, love, you’re beautiful” He pulled a bit away to face you and admiring it.

You blushed a bit at his compliment, responding with a cheerful “thank you”.

You knew Virgil did not like the idea a lot but seeing he loves it just as much as you made your heart melt. You grabbed his face and kissed him repeatedly before finally letting him go.

“Come on, dinner’s ready” You grabbed his hand, leading him to the kitchen.

You two spent the rest of the night lazying around. It was the type of night you enjoyed the most. Just you and the one you loved, on the couch watching TV and enjoying each other’s presence.

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Hot Tub - Virgil van Dijk

Who: Virgil van Dijk Prompt: "They can hear us." Requested by: anonymous Word count: 816 Warnings: smut. Descriptions of having sex.

It wasn't often that you were allowed to visit Virgil at Liverpool's training center, but today you were. Virgil gave you a tour of the facilities. Showing you around, he let you in on some team secrets and told you funny anecdotes at each room you entered. You liked this cheeky, mischievous side of him, and, even though you didn't mean to, you felt yourself grow hungry for him.

"And this..." Virgil held open one last door for your. "Is the sauna." You stepped into a small ante-room, from which one door lead to the actual sauna, and it had held a hot tub on the other side of the room.

"The hot tub looks nice," you teased. Virgil smirked, maybe already catching onto your meaning. "You can get in if you want to. This room has a lock for privacy." He added with a wink. You smirked at him, licking your lips in anticipation. "Lock it." "Naughty." Virgil locked the door. The grin on his face already promised this was going to be good.

"You know how naughty I am," you teased. You undid the button and zipper of your jeans, and slowly worked them off your body. Virgil's eyes followed your every move, and continued to do so as you got rid of your blouse, too.

With just your underwear left on, you stepped into the hot tub. The water was nice and warm around you as you stood in the middle of it. "Come on, big man." You beckoned him with your finger. "Don't mind if I do." Virgil stripped down to his boxers in mere seconds, and was with you in the hot tub even faster.

He stood in front of you, his erection already rock hard. He cupped your face between his hands, before kissing you eagerly. "I need you." He smiled in between kisses, enjoying the warm water around the both of you. "Yeah." You gently bit his lower lip in growing arousal.

Without further ado, Virgil's hand slid from your face, down your body and into your panties. His long, slender fingers fumbled around and you felt excitement flood you. You gasped as you felt yourself grow even more aroused. His fingers easily found all the right spots. Virgil looked deep into your eyes when you reached your first high, gasping quietly as his fingers made you cum.

"Did that feel good?" Virgil grinned. "Yes," you gasped slightly breathlessly. "Good, because that was only the beginning." He suddenly pulled down your panties. You immediately eagerly reached for his boxers, releasing his cock which was already rock-hard and ready to go.

"Let's go." Virgil sat down on the edge of the hot tub and pulled you into his lap. You slowly sat down on his cock, taking your time to adjust to him inside you, before slowly starting to grind your hips. "Oh, you feel so good." Virgil moaned. "Sshht." You giggled. "They can hear us." Virgil grinned back mischievously in a way only he could. "So what?"

Suddenly, Virgil took a firm hold of you and stood up. You slung your arms around his neck and clamped your legs around his waist. Virgil took over the movement, now being the one to fuck you as you clung to him. His thrusts were firm, the angle just what you needed.

Your wet bodies smacked together with each thrust. The sound reverberated through the room, made complete by your now not-so-silent-anymore moans. Neither of you were even trying to be quiet anymore and completely careless to the fact that Virgil's teammates might overhear you having sex.

"You fuck me so good." You panted and moaned into Virgil's broad chest. "Cum for me, babe." Virgil growled back in pleasure. "Let me hear it." Your orgasm was near now. Each stroke of his cock brought you closer to reaching your high. You threw your head back and howled at the ceiling. "I'm cumming!" "Yes, you are." Virgil tightened his grip on you and fucked you even harder. "That's... it...Make. Me. Cum!" You panted, completely losing yourself in the feeling of his cock inside you. Each of your words was emphasized by an even more powerful thrust of his hips.

You dug your fingers deep into Virgil's shoulders as you orgasmed like you had never done before. A moan so long and loud escaped you that it would be a miracle if no one in the training center had heard it. Virgil bucked his hips one more time, before stilling with a trembling groan. His cock twitched inside you as he came, too.

Virgil slowly dipped down into the water, before releasing you. You both savored the warm water of the hot tub around you, still panting with the aftermath of these wild few minutes. "Someone definitely heard that," you chuckled. "I don't mind that." Virgil smirked. "They can all hear that was."

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Team Colours

Virgil Van Dijk x Fem!Reader

Warnings: takes place during the 22/23 season, virg is lowkey annoying sometimes lmao, jordan cameo cause he’s still there, little bit of man city slander, some softness, darwin and reader are besties on the lows, a dirty joke from darwin if you squint, no hate to man city but big virg was not having it, google translated spanish, the end is cheesy lmao

Word Count: 4.5k

Author’s Note: okay so this had been sitting in my notes for a while and it seems fitting to finally finish it seeing that we now have captain virg <33

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The Manchester derby starts in four hours and your best friend was complaining about having to make yet another stop. “Shut up,” you huffed when you pulled into the parking lot. “Mum forgot her keys, I can’t leave her locked out of the house.” 

Your mum had forgotten that you’d be out all afternoon and didn’t bother to pick up her keys that morning, hence the stop to the AXA training centre. The keys fished out of your purse as you got out of the car and Olivia shouted your name, stopping you in your tracks.

“Where do you think you're going?” She called from her spot in the car, you looked back at her in utter confusion. 

“You were just complaining that we’re late and now you’re stopping me?” 

“You can’t go in there, with that on.” 

The baby blue jersey fit you perfectly and it took you a moment to register what she meant. She's right, you can’t walk into a Liverpool building with a Manchester city jersey on; talk about committing a cardinal sin. 

Olivia tossed her sweater to you, watching you pull it on before walking into the building. Every time you came, you ended up turned around. The place was massive and you didn’t come by often so it was easy to get turned around. The last time, you went looking for the bathroom and ended up in the kitchen - you weren’t sure where you took the wrong path but you did find it eventually. 

Per usual, you stood in the front foyer completely lost. It had been a while since you were there and you were in a bit of a rush - your best friend wanted to see her boyfriend, none other than Manchester City’s Ruben Dias of course, and seeing that it was a derby, the roads are gonna be a mess. 

You were trying to get in and out as fast as possible. 

“Is that who I think it is?!” The loud voice caught your attention, causing you to turn around. 

“Andy!” You smiled, giving the man a hug. The two of you had met a few times, he was always welcoming and so so soooo funny. 

The man eyes the sweater you’ve got on, “I know we have the AC on but surely, it’s not that cold.” He laughed and you glanced down at your hoodie. “Oh, I wasn’t feeling too well earlier so I pulled it on,” you fibbed. 

Andy shrugged it off, “you looking for someone?” 

“My mum, she forgot her keys again.” 

He laughs, it’s not the first time you’ve been in to drop off the keys she’s always forgetting. “She should be in her office; head up the stairs, go left at the top and through the back doors and down the other stairs and then past the gym. She’ll be there.” 

The directions come out insanely fast, between that and Andy’s thick Scottish accent, you understood about 3 words. 

“Oh okay, yeah. Thanks Andy.” 

“No worries, y/n. Have a nice day!” He calls, waving you off as you head up the stairs.

After going left at the top of the stairs, you must have taken a wrong turn or went through the wrong doors because you’re almost certain you were in the middle of nowhere. It’s an empty hallway, the windows overlooked the back parking lots and it felt as if it was 400 degrees in there. 

Your phone is somewhere in one of the pockets you had, your hands rubbing over your sides to find it but you’re so flustered, you couldn't stand to keep the hoodie on anymore. Unzipping it, you fanned yourself with your hand. 

“Hey,” someone calls from behind you and you turn, looking up slightly to see the tall man across from you. “You okay?” He asks. 

“Yeah, just a bit lost I think.” 

“Looking for someone or something?” 

“My mum.” You say and Virgil walks over, a bit confused as he waits for you to tell him who your mom is. “She works in player communications, her name is -” 

“Jane, your mum is Jane.” 

“Yeah, that’s her.” 

The man looked at you a bit puzzled, you weren’t sure what it was he was trying to figure out. You knew you didn’t exactly look like your mum but there wasn’t that much as dissemblance that he would be this confused. 

You jut your chin towards him, giving him back the same puzzled look. “What?” 

“Why are you wearing that?” 

Once again, you find yourself looking down at your outfit. The hoodie was unzipped, the blue jersey in clear view. If that wasn’t enough, the Manchester City crest peeking out was the cherry on top. 

“I'm going to the derby with a friend.” You tell him, pulling the sweater shut. 

Virgil rolls his eyes, “could you have changed there?” 

“Can you just direct me to her office?” You huffed, already annoyed. Virgil nodded towards the doors at the end of the hallway, following you as you walked towards the doors. “I hope it’s a good player at least.”

“Aguero,” you tell him, “it’s an old jersey.” 

He nods in approval. “Third door on your left,” he pointed to the door that was now opening. Out comes your mum along with Jordan, the man thanking her for something. 

“Oh hi darling,” your mum smiles when she sees you. “Jordan,” she rested her hand on his arm, “this is my daughter, y/n.” 

“Oh hello,” he smiles, shaking your hand. “I’ve heard so much about you.” 

“Good things I hope,” you chuckled, fishing the keys from your pocket. She takes them, putting them into hers. “Are you coming home tonight, darling?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Well, where would you go if not home?” She asked. 

You shrugged, “I don’t know but I’m not 16 anymore, mum. I can come and go as I please.” Virgil chuckles, looking away when you glanced at him. She raises her hands in surrender, “fine, please call if you’re coming home or text to let me know if I should be expecting you.” 

“Okay, I'll probably stay by Olivia’s cousin. I think we’re going out after the game.” 

“Be safe,” she warns you and you nod. 

“I’ll walk you out,” Virgil speaks, causing you two to look over. You hadn't even realized he was still there. “You don’t have to do that.” 

“I'm heading out anyway.” 

You hum, waving goodbye to your mum before following Virgil out the doors. It’s quiet as the two of you make your way through the building. The heat surrounds you when you step outside, you’re tugging off the sweater as soon as you’re out of the building. Virgil watches in amusement as you struggle to get it off. 

As you’re about to walk away, the man grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him. “I don’t want to see you in that thing again.” He glances down at your blue jersey. 

Your brows furrow, trying to figure out who gave him a sense of entitlement and control over your wardrobe. “Um.. okay?” You made a face, pulling your hand away from the man. 

Virgil lets you go, watching as you get into the car. Olivia turns to you, brows pulled together as she glances out the window to the player in the parking lot and back to you. “What the hell was that about?” 

“Nothing,” you look over to where he stood. 

“Didn't seem like nothing.” 

“It was nothing.” 

---

Olivia and her cousin talked you into saying in Manchester last night, the three of you made a night out of it and headed down to the pub for drinks after the game. It wasn’t until the next morning around 9 that you returned home. 

“Honey?!” Your mum called from the kitchen, “is that you?!”

“No!” You shout back, “a robber!” The woman laughs, shaking her head as you walk into the kitchen. You make a beeline for the fridge, searching for some sort of sustenance. 

“Did you have fun last night?” 

“Yeah, ended up going down to the pub after. Olivia and I are getting dinner tonight after getting some sleep and trying to revive ourselves.” You took a swing of the orange juice from the jug. 

Your mother pulls her face into a grimace, “please use a glass.” 

“Why? I came out of you, remember?” 

“Sometimes I really wonder with you,” she huffed, shaking her head and slinging her purse over her shoulder. “Oh, that’s for you,” she nods towards the bag on the table. 

“What is it?” You asked, putting the juice back into the fridge. Your mother shrugs, “no idea. Virgil dropped it off right as I was about to leave.” 

“Virgil?” 

“Yeah, you know.. the really tall guy?” 

“Yeah mum, I know Virgil.” You laughed. “You’re telling me you didn’t look in the bag?” 

“No, I didn’t,” she rolls her eyes. “He dropped it off and asked me to give it to you, so that’s what I did.” She glanced at the clock on the wall, “I have to go, I'm going to be late. Have fun at dinner if I don’t get home before you leave.” She kissed your cheek, shouting something about you smelling like a pub and to shower before the front door slammed shut. 

You took her advice, heading up to wash off the previous night before coming back down to get something to eat. The bread’s in the toaster, you’ve given up your search for the eggs and settled on the butter your mum had left on the counter. You sat at the kitchen table, waiting for the pop so you could eat but instead, you got distracted by the bag. 

You racked your brain trying to think of what he could have left for you. You reach into it, sticking your hand in to pull out two things, two jerseys to be exact. There’s the Liverpool away kit with the white and silver reflective pattern on it and then there’s one of their home kits, a big number 4 on the back. The name lined up perfectly above the number; Virgil. 

You peeked into the bag to see if there was anything else and you found a piece of paper folded in half. The hand writing is scrawled like whoever wrote it was in a rush. 

‘Y/n, 

I hope you don’t mind that I dropped this off with your mum. I couldn’t bare to see you in that hideous blue jersey so I’m making sure that the next time I see you, you’re wearing something with some class. 

I wasn’t sure what size you wore so I guessed, hopefully it’s okay. If not, feel free to swing by and I’ll make sure you get the right size. 

Yours, Virgil.’

You huffed, “yours my ass,” you tossed the paper onto the table with the rest of the stuff. The toaster pinged, your toast was ready. Your phone buzzed on the counter, you got up to get your toast and read the text at the same time; you ended up burning your finger while reading the text. 

From Mum: Forget some paper work on my desk, it's in a black folder. Can you bring it in? 

To Mum: Just made me burn my finger but okay. 

From Mum: How did you burn your finger? 

To Mum: Toast. 

From Mum: Okay can you bring it in? 

To Mum: Sure, be there soon. 

You rolled your eyes at her dismissal of your injury and ate your toast in peace, you eyed the white jersey on the table. 

What’s the harm in wearing it? You already have it and what are the chances of you running in Virgil again? Probably a lot but you didn’t really care. You pulled it on over the tank top you had on, heading to your mum’s office to get the papers and head over to the training centre. 

You get turned around again but you manage to find your way there a bit faster this time. You knocked on the door and she waved you in, you set the papers on the desk as she spoke to whoever was on the phone. “Oh yes, that’s fine, thank you.” She tells the other person before hanging up. 

“Thank you,” she smiles at you, her brows furrowed and head tilts when she sees your jersey. Her finger points towards the white jersey you’ve got on. “That’s new.” 

“Gift from Virgil,” you shrug and she tilts her head the other way now, the same look of confusion on her face. “I guess he wasn’t a fan of the City one I had on yesterday.” 

“Ah,” she nods, setting her hand on the file you dropped off. “Anyways, thank you for the papers, oh and I’ll be home late tonight so lock up when you leave.” 

You nodded, “sounds good, see you later.” You wave her off and turn to walk down the empty hallway once again. You were checking your phone, seeing if Olivia had texted when you bump into someone; you can’t help but think this empty hallway gets a lot of traffic. Looking up, you’re met with a smiling Virgil. 

“Hello Virgil.” 

His eyes flicker over you, lingering for a moment too long to just be friendly. “I see you got my gift, it fits.” 

“Yes it does, thank you,” you glance down at the jersey. He nods, humming. “Well, I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?” 

You brows furrow, taken aback for a moment. You wonder if you missed a piece of the note he left. “Tomorrow? What for?” 

“Aren't you coming? We’re playing at Anfield.” He tells you like this was a known fact to you. 

You were still a step behind. “Okay..” You looked at the man with utter confusion on your face. “Let me look stupid for a moment but I have to ask, why would I be coming to your game? Not that I don’t want to but do you know how hard it is to get tickets ? Especially when you guys play at home?” 

“You’re in my- wait you’ve tried to get tickets before?” The thought put a smile on the Dutchman’s face. You rolled your eyes at his happiness, “obviously not for myself. It was supposed to be a gift for my best friend but it's impossible to get tickets.” 

His arm drapes over your shoulder, the man now walking with you in the direction of the exit. “So you didn’t want to see my pretty face?” He asks, his words sweet like honey. 

You look over at him, eyes studying his face; from the birthmark under his eyes to the little beauty mark on the side of his nostril to the freckles along his cheeks. “Hmm, no.” You lift a shoulder, shrugging. Virgil can’t help the laugh, leaning back with his hand gripping to your shoulder. 

“As I was saying before, your name is on the list for my box tomorrow. Feel free to come alone or with someone.” 

“What if I don’t want to come ?” 

“Then don’t.” 

You smile, “I'm not rude so I will come.” You can see the smile on his face, you resist the urge to roll your eyes this time. “Wear my jersey, yeah?” 

“It’s not enough for me to come?” 

“No, plus you’d look cute in it.” He smiles at you, letting you go when you get to the front door. 

“You should focus on your defending rather than what I'm wearing.” 

The comment catches him off guard, his jaw hangs open for a second before he brings his hand up to his chest, shouting to you as you walk out. “You wound me!”

“That’s the point!” 

---

Liverpool was playing the Spurs at Anfield and the match went as well as could be expected. 4-2 and that’s full time. 

You were in Virgil’s box, a term that made you laugh on multiple occasions throughout the match. It was fairly empty up there, just a few of his friends and you. After the match, one of the girls from downstairs has told you that Virgil had asked for you, telling you to follow them downstairs. 

Who were you to say no? You followed the girl, down the back staircase and into the tunnel before you ended up near the locker room. The girl leaves you there and you just sort of.. there. You aren’t sure if he’s going to meet up with you or if you should go look for him but before you could move, you hear the loud laughter that can belong to no one other than Andy. 

“Y/n!” The man shouts, his arm over Darwin’s shoulder as the two of them make their way down the hallway. You smiled, “hey you two.” 

Andy was asking what you were doing there and you told him that Virgil invited you. Darwin starts a conversation with you, telling you a story about his son.. in Spanish. Andy stood there confused for a minute, but when you started answering the man in Spanish, Andy was even more confused.

“You speak Spanish ?” He asked, his eyes wide, brows furrowed as he looked at you.

“Un poquito,” (a bit) you show him a little gap between your thumb and index finger. “I took a few classes in college.” 

There’s a person coming around the corner, the shadow was tall and his footsteps were heavy. “What’s going on here?” Virgil asks and you shrug, “nothing that concerns you.” 

Darwin glances between you and Virgil, his hand on your shoulder. “Asegúrate de no ahogarte esta noche.” (make sure you don't choke tonight.) 

You can’t believe what he just said, you knew what he was referring to. “Darwin!  ¿Por qué dirías eso?” (Why would you say that?) You laughed. 

Andy and Virgil exchanged a glance, clearly the two of them were missing a piece of the puzzle. Darwin raises his hands in surrender, the two of you laughing when you swat his hands away. “Vete a casa,” (go home) You tsk, Darwin flashes you a smile as he walks into the locker room. 

Andy turns to the two of you, “so I'll leave you two alone.” 

“You really don’t have to.” “Okay, bye Andy!” Virgil waves to his teammate, sending him away. 

You looked at Virgil, rolling your eyes. “What’s that for?” He asks. You change the topic, turning to face the man. “You are good today.” 

“A compliment? From you? Wow, thank you.” He smiles and you can’t help but laugh. “Shut up.” 

Virgil leans on the wall, his eyes glued to the red jersey you’ve had on. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Like what?” 

“Like.. I don’t know. Don’t look at me like that.” You fold your arms over your chest.

Virgil smiles. “You’re headed out now?” He asks and you nod. “How are you getting home?” 

“I took an Uber so I'll walk.” 

“No, I can’t let you walk.” 

“It’s 20 minutes, it's fine.” 

“Come on, let me drive you. We can get dinner if you’d like.” He suggests and your brows furrow, glancing down at your outfit. “I’m not going to dinner in this.” 

Virgil’s arm slings over your shoulder. “Let me take you home then. You can change and then we can go.” 

“And if I change my mind; that I don’t want to go to dinner with you ?” 

“We can order take out.” 

You laughed, “you don’t take no for an answer.” 

“Not when it can be avoided, no.” 

Virgil smiles at you, your hand on his side as you agreed to go home with him; but not like that, don’t be nasty. The drive was short, you directed him rather than using the GPS because that would just take you through the most congested part. He’s quiet as he drives, the music playing softly in the back and every now and then he glances at you. 

He pulls into the driveway, your car parked to the left and your mum’s on the right. You unbuckle, about to get out of the car when he grabs your arm, stopping you. “What?”

He hesitates, feeling a bit stupid for asking this but he asks nonetheless. “Is your mum home?” 

You can’t help the loud laugh, at some point you’re hunched over in the seat next to him. “Is my mum home?” You repeat the question. The thought of Virgil, a massive man, a force on and off the field, being scared of your 5′2 mother made you hysterical. 

Virgil rolled his eyes at your laughter but internally, he smiled; it was a sound he could listen to for the rest of his life. “Is she?” 

“I don’t think so,” you finally calm down enough to answer him. “She’s supposed to go to my aunt’s so they probably picked her up.” 

Virgil finally brings himself to let go of you, the two of you getting out of the car. You unlock the door, slipping your shoes off by the door and Virgil mirrors your actions before following you into the house. He takes in the place; the colours of the walls, the photos, the furniture. 

“You want something to drink?” You asked, already in the kitchen. Virgil had stopped in the hallway, reading the framed degree that was on the wall. “Uh yeah, please. What do you have?” 

Opening the fridge, you lean down to look into it. “Uh water, juice, lemonade, milk, vodka?” You shrugged. Virgil gives you a look when you suggest the last one. “I was making something last week, don’t judge.” 

The man laughs, shaking his head as he takes a seat at the kitchen table. “I’m not judging, y/n. Some lemonade would be nice.” He tells you. 

You turn to get the glass from the dish rack, pulling the jug of lemonade from the fridge. You handed the glass to him before putting the jug back in the fridge. “Help yourself to anything, I'll be back in a few.” 

He smiles, nodding before you vanish into the hallway. He could hear the footsteps up the stairs and then above him. Virgil looked around, the yellow walls of the kitchen warmed him; or maybe it was the heat you had running for some ungodly reason. He finds himself walking around the kitchen, looking at the photos that were pinned on the fridge with colourful magnets. 

There's some from your high school days by the looks of it, you and your mum and a few post-it notes; buy cheese, pick up nail polish remover, ran out of blueberries and lipgloss. It was obvious that there were women living in this house. 

He sets the empty glass in the sink, walking through the hallway and into the living room. There’s a blue couch, it’s a shock in comparison to the white walls. There’s a few frames on the mantle above the fireplace and he finds himself walking over. 

Virgil’s never been one to snoop but he wasn’t really snooping if it was out in the open, was he? 

There’s three photos in a bigger frame; you through the years but only your graduation photos. The first one was elementary, high school and then college. The college one was recent, he knew as much because he remembers when your mum had told him and Andy when you were graduating. 

A purple frame held one of you and your mum at the zoo, you don’t look older than 8 in the photo. You’ve got two braids in your hair and a red jacket on. There’s a big smile on both of your faces with a stuffed tiger tucked under your arm. It brings a smile to his face, he wonders if you still had the tiger. 

There’s a few family pictures, people he doesn’t know but assumes are your cousins, aunts and such. 

The last frame one the end had a photo of you; it seems like your first day of school. You’ve got on an orange shirt, hair pulled into two braids similar to the zoo pictures with matching orange hair bobbles on the top. There’s a big smile on your face, showing off all your teeth. 

“Find anything interesting?” Your voice startles him when you come down the stairs.

He’s holding the photo when he turns, smiling as he sees you ready for dinner; black jeans and a red top that fit you like it was made for you. Nice to see you were keeping the theme with the red. 

Virgil smiles, showing you the frame before setting it back in place. “You were so cute.” You're next to him now and you look over, “opposed to what? Am I ugly now, Virgil?” 

The man’s brows pull together, he looks between you and the frame. “Wha- no, that’s not what I meant.” 

Your lips pressed together, nodding. “Sure it wasn’t.” 

“I swear!” He huffs, “y/n, c’mon. you know what I mean, you’re beautiful.” 

You smile, fighting back the redness on your cheek. “Shut up Virg, you're such a sweet talker.” you laughed off the compliment. His hand reaches out, cupping your jaw. You can’t escape now, not that you wanted to. 

You’re looking up at the man in front of you, Virgil’s eyes meet yours. “I meant it, you know.” 

Lips inches apart, your body flush against his. You finally ask, “meant what?” 

“That you’re beautiful.” He whispers, kissing you. 

You aren’t sure how long you two were like that but when you pull away, Virgil’s lips are covered in your lipgloss. You smile, your thumb brushing over his lips to get it off. He looks at you, brows furrowed. “There’s lipgloss on you,” you tell him. 

“I thought you were out.”

“How’d you know?” 

“The fridge,” he shrugged, smiling when you finally moved your hand away. He looks at you, a smile on his face. “Ready for dinner?” 

“Please,” you tell him, his arm now over your shoulder as you two walk to the door. “I’m starving.” 

He laughs, nodding in agreement. “Y/n,” he holds your arm, stopping you from moving. You look back at the man, waiting for him to speak. “I don’t want to see you in that hideous thing again.” 

You knew what he meant but it wouldn’t be you if you didn’t give him a hard time. “Oh you mean your jersey? Yeah no, I threw it out.” 

Virgil rolls his eyes, the two of you heading out after you locked the door. “You’re a pain in the ass.” He tells you when you get in the car, you smile at him. 

“I have a feeling you like trouble, Virgil.” 

--- 

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[damiansgoodgirll]

Would you write a fic for someone of your choosing (I love ur writing I'd read for anyone istg) where the reader is feeling stressed or upset because of exams and he just comforts her? Maybe after a bad test or smth college is being a bitch rn and I NEED comfort :')

hope you don’t mind this one is with big virgil van dijk!

vvd x reader

stressed out

college was killing you.

you loved studying, but the exams and the few hours you had left for sleeping were going to be the end of you.

you were getting ready for a very important test when you just got the notification that you would have a second test the same day, just in the afternoon.

you felt drained and tired and you were sure you were going to fail both of exams because you couldn’t concentrate anymore.

tears started welling up in your eyes and you did your best to keep it silent because you knew your boyfriend was downstairs taking a nap on your couch and you didn’t want to wake him up, knowing how stressed he was from the league and all of the football matches.

but you couldn’t help to get anxious and a few sobs escaped your lips.

virgil was awake and was making you a tea when he heard you. he knew how stressed you had been in this period and it was pained him seeing how tired you were and how he couldn’t do nothing to help you.

he decided it was the best time for visiting you with his delicious tea.

you heard a knock on the door and immediately knew who it was.

“can i come in baby?” he asked you.

“ehm…just one second please” you said, wiping your tears away “come in…”

when he saw your face his heart broke. your look was tired and your eyes were all red and puffy.

“hey baby…” he sat down on the bed next to you and gently laid the cup of tea on your nightstand “i made you some tea” he smiled.

“thank you” you tried to smile but you were too tired.

“why don’t you take a break love? i can see how tired you are…” he suggested taking your hands in his bigger ones.

“what? no-no i can’t…” you started rambling “i just found out that i have two exams tomorrow, not one, two! i can’t take a break virgil…i need to be ready for tomorrow and…” he cut you off when you felt his hand caressing your cheek.

“easy love, take it easy…you’re over working yourself and that’s not healthy at all…i know who this is important to you but you’re not taking care of you and i’m worried…” he looked straight into your eyes and that was enough to make you cry once again.

he helped you between his legs, letting you cry all of your tears while his hands stroke your back.

“it’s okay love, let it all out, you’re okay…” he whispered.

“i’m not okay…i’m so fucking stressed about these exams that i know i’m going to fail both…i just, god, what was i thinking when i decided to go to college? i just - i’m so tired virgil i can’t even keep my eyes open and in less than 14 hours i have a very important test to do…” you kept crying, more like a desperate cry.

“hey hey hey it’s okay…i know you’re stressed baby, i know…but i also know you’re smart and a badass and that you won’t fail the exams…you just need to rest a bit and when you’ll be rested you’ll feel like studying again” he said “you can’t overwork yourself like this and not taking care of yourself…”

“i know…” you wiped your tears away and looked at him in the eyes.

“now… why don’t you drink this delicious tea i made for you and sleep a bit? i’ll cook dinner for us and when you’ll be hydrated you’ll keep studying okay?” he reasoned and you couldn’t help but agree with him.

“can you stay here with me? for a bit?” you asked him.

“of course baby…” he laid on the bed next to you. you drank all of the tea he made and that helped you calming you down. he then went to stroke your hair, helping you relax and fall asleep.

you drifted to sleep only a few minutes later.

virgil stood next to you all the time, making sure you kept sleeping and that you felt relaxed, all he wanted was to help you but little did he know he’s been helping you the moment you met.

[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."

[lfc21]

Slamming their car door to see how they will react.

TW: Fluff, swearing

Prompt list: Tik Tok

Summary: Virgil loved you and his precious car but what happened when you were the reason the car was about to fall to pieces, maybe.

You sat in the car patiently waiting for the perfect chance to fulfil your prank. You had been to numerous different shop and Virgil had still not noticed the phone strategically placed in a secret way; which you were glad off. You knew this would be a Tik Tok that would send you laughing in hysterics and your followers loving your relationship together. You were finally pulling into a small corner shop for a few bites to eat meaning it was your perfect chance.

"What do you want from the shop babe?" You asked with a smile as the car stopped and Virgil had finally taken his hands off the steering wheel.

"I'll have water and a salad please" He casually asked with a smile as he lazily looked at you and his phone.

"Ok babe I won't be long" You explained quickly checking your recording phone with your eyes and kissing Virgil's soft cheek. You let yourself out of the car before slamming the car door shut without a care in the world. You casually walked away with no acknowledgement of what you had just done before quickly turning back. You noticed Virgil's mouth wide open as he followed your body move around his car. You opened the door again pretending to forget what his order was.

"Babe, what did you say again?" You quickly asked before letting him have any say in the matter and his face in which stood like thunder.

"What the hell did you do?" He snapped back trying to work out what your aggressive force was about.

"When?" You asked dumbly whilst knocking your head to the side and displaying an expression of nothing else but confusion.

"Just then! You nearly took the fucking door off" Virgil explained signalling to the car door you were standing at and holding onto. You shook your head with a laugh. "Anyway I wanted a salad" he added with a cooler and collected voice rather than his protective and aggressive voice due to his precious car. You nodded in agreement before standing back and slamming the door shut again. You could have sworn the earth shook as the door made a connection with the roof. Virgil jumped in his seat at the noise before blasting the horn of the car causing you to turn around in the car park. He rolled his window down in fury.

"Y/n do you want to break my car?" He asked now hanging out of the car window so he could see you. You quickly laughed before walking over yet again waiting to see when he would explode.

"I didn't do anything" you begged with a wine wondering what it was that was getting on his nerves so much, little did he know you were more than aware.

"You have just nearly smashed my car twice in the space of two minutes" he explained as he opened the car door and stood next to it. "You shut a door like this. You know how normal people shut it" he added whilst gently closing the door with a slight push at the end. You looked up at him in complete innocence with a laugh at his protective nature.

"It was for a tik tok" you explained with a giggle as you wrapped your arms around his large torso and rested your chin along his chest. He looked down at you with a smug smirk and a shake of his head. He couldn't be mad, he quite liked your confidence to try and complete the challenge.

"I'll get you back" he explained as he led you both closer to the shop instead of sitting in a car with slamming doors. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, it went perfectly.

Hey guys 👋🏻 This is my first virgil imagine from the Tik Tok prompt list ❤️ I hope you liked this piece 💜 please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated 🥰 I'm going to Anfield to today for Liverpool v Chelsea, let's hope we win 🤞have a good day 🙏 masterlist 2022 💌 masterlist 2023 💌

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[hamiltonells]

need some requests for virg!

smut,fluff, angst

send them in

[formulalfc]

Manhandling w Virg? 👉👈 he's massive and built like a proper man, would be a shame if he didn't use his strength to pick you up, move you around, pin you etc. whenever he wants

sjjsahdjkajhfjs yes

you're in his way when he's trying to grab something in the kitchen and so he just grabs your waist and moves you out of his path. you're stood there dumbfounded for a second because what happened to excuse me??? when you're out in a crowd he literally pushes people out of the way for you to get through if they don't take the hint cause he knows you don't like crowds and he can't have his girl stressed. in the bedroom, he absolutely manhandles you into whatever position he wants you in, just picking you up and moving you wherever he wants and you just let him because he's so hot when he does it. carries you to the bath afterwards cause you cant walk hehe.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

[wjhik]

i’m 21 ‼️‼️

Masterlist

Smut*

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Buzzkill

Bad Day

One Time For The Birthday Bi-*

I'm So Proud Of You

I Am Your Missus

I'm Not Going Anywhere*

Let's Play A Game

Jude Bellingham

We Have Some News

This is Going To Be A Long Day

Like Before*

My First*

Our Son

One Time For The Birthday Bi-*

Whoa...*

Maybe We Were A Bit Too Loud...*

Pussy

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 (positive) - Pt. 2 (negative)

Attention

Cuddles

Why Are You Doing This To Me?!

Virgil Van Dijk

Any More?*

Wattpad: funkyfishfeet

DM for requests