#virgil van dijk blurb

[jsprnt]

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

virgil van dijk x pregnant!reader

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

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

W/C: 1.640

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you watch him grab the takeout, unpacking the dishes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah?”

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

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

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

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[bl00dst41ned]

*.·:·.✦ chop it off ✦.·:·.*

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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[footballffbarbiex]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes baby?"

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

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

"Need you." You manage to pant.

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

"no. I need you."

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

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

"Where do you want my cock?"

"In me."

"Be more specific."

"In my pussy."

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

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

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

"Mmmmm."

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

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

"All you had to do was ask."

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[themandaloriansdiaries]

Birthday Girl

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

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

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

Word Count: 1583

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, you’re the best.”

—

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

“And why is that?”

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

“Hm, that’s true. You take forever.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re too good to me.”

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

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

“What?” you smiled, suddenly feeling shy.

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

—

“So where are you taking me?”

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

Not long after, Virgil pulled into the parking lot.

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

“Not if I run away.”

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

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

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

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

“Make a wish.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

“Mm, I love you.”

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[formulalfc]

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

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

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

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[wjhik]

Any More? (Virgil Van Dijk) *Smut*

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

based on:

7:40-8:05

Y/N’s POV: 

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

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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. 

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

A/N: always happy with domestic smuts 😋😋

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[football-and-fanfics]

Dirt - Virgil van Dijk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[sp4ceqtown]

Can you write anything with virgil van dijk?

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Lovely Night - Virgil Van Dijk

It was your twenty-ninth birthday and you were having dinner with Virgil at a fancy restaurant. The two of you were laughing and chatting away, enjoying each other's company as you indulged in delicious food and sipped on fine wine.

As you finished your main course, Virgil took your hand and put it on his.

"Happy Birthday, my love," he said giving the back of your hand, a gentle kiss. As the night wound down and dessert was served, Virgil reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he got down on one knee.

"(Y/N), you are the love of my life. I can't imagine spending another day without you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?"

Tears streamed down your face as you nodded your head and whispered "Yes!" in disbelief.

Jumping up from his seat, Virgil pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply.

The rest of the night was a blur of happy tears, champagne toasts, and endless cuddles as the two of you planned your future together.

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Author's Note :

this was really short but i didn't have any ideas for him... i hope you like it! Requests are open, i can't wait to read them and write your ideas<3

- Megi.

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[eatsleepbreathefutbol]

Can you do an imagine where Virgil Van Dijk's children meet you for the first time then the young one accidentally calls you mommy and you call an adorable nickname

You and Virgil had started dating seven months ago. It was finally time to meet his kids, he has two kids and both of them are girls. You were nervous to meet the two girls because they mean so much to him, they are his entire world.

You were dressed and ready to go, Virgil was finishing getting ready. So you sat on the couch and start scrolling through TikTok stomping you feet nervously. You didn't notice Virgil was coming around the corner and he saw you doing your nervous habit, he snuck up behind you and hugged you from behind "God babe you scared me!" Virgil chuckled and kissed you cheek, "Why are you nervous? They are going to love you Y/N, there's nothing to worry about!"

You loved how your boyfriend is super caring, you put your phone away and walk around the couch then grab Virgil's hand "Let's go meet your girls cause I want to meet the girls that make my man happy"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Skip car ride~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You guys both pulled up to Rike's house, and when Virgil parked the car the door was immediately ripped open then out comes running Nila and Jadi come running to their father. You stood on the side watching their interaction, their mother came up and shook your hand "Hello you must be Y/N, I have heard so many good things about you" and you greet her back.

You look over and Virgil comes over with the two girls, "Y/N this is Nila and Jadi, girls this is my girlfriend Y/N" the girls hugged you excited to meet you. "Well Virgil just bring the girls back before their bedtime, because they have to be up early tomorrow" Virgil nods, and both of you are helping them into their carseat.

You guys went Go Karting and it was so much fun. Virgil was in the kart with Nila, and you with Jadi. You let the little girl drive the kart, and all you heard the entire time was giggling from the little girl. "Jadi sweetie are you having fun" Jadi looks at you "Yes mommy, it is so much fun" after she finished her sentence you both looked at each other wide eyed "Awe Im glad munchkin, and don't worry we'll keep it a secret between me and you" Jadi started blushing, you just ruffled her hair a little and she started laughing.

After you guys were done you went for ice cream, then Virgil and you took the girls home. The entire ride home you were smiling to yourself at how you were happy that Jadi called you mommy.

I hope you liked it :)

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[letmeapologise]

❝ 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 ❞

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

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

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

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟏.𝟎𝐤 !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Would love to see a Virgil drabble/fic after seeing him play with his kids after training

Those pictures were cute!

When Virgil told you that you and the kids were allowed at the training session, you were just so excited to see him. It had felt like it had been ages. You watched as the children ran straight over to him. "Papaaaa" they shouted as the girls clung onto his legs. "Hello beautiful" he muttered as you cuddled him tightly. "I missed you" you whispered as he kissed your neck gently. "I missed you too, and you both” Virgil crouched down as he cuddled his girls tightly before playing football with them both.

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[nosugarallspice]

Virgil Van Dijk

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[bl00dst41ned]

*.·:·.✦ hold me in the cold ✦.·:·.*

pairing: virgil van dijk x female oc (Olivia)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[footballffbarbiex]

so glad you write for big virgil💌

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

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

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

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

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

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

To Love All Of Me 15. 

Really, Really.

This Is Your Captain Speaking. 

Baby daddy 1. 

Call Me Virgil. 

To Love All Of Me 16

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SMUT:

Without. Virgil doesn’t wanna use protection tonight. 

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

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

The Hoodie. 

Unnamed smut. 

Smut blurb 5. 

Valentines Smut. 

Forbidden Love. 3. 

At Home And Chill. 

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[themandaloriansdiaries]

hi sugarpie can you write something for Virgil Van Dijk with prompt 30 from the fluff section ? thank you 💓 love your work xx 💓

Hi love!! Of course I can. I hope you like it<3

Author’s Note: ignore the tags, they’re all over the place lmaoo.

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Virg sent you a text letting you know that he was finally coming home after spending the entire day training, and for some reason you were missing him a lil extra today.

You had dinner already made, along with some baked goodies - his favorites of course. To kill time while you waited, you sat on the couch with your dog Milo in your lap, watching some random movie as you waited patiently for Virgil to arrive home.

The movie you put on ended up being so good that you didn’t realize Virg pulled into the driveway until Milo started barking. You made your way over to the door, opening it for him.

There he was, your tall, handsome husband walking up the walkway and into the house- before he could shut the door, or even put his bag down, here you are, jumping right into his arms, he wrapped his arms around you tightly so you don’t fall. “Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home?” He chuckled.

You let out a giggle while you shook your head, “nope, missed you too much.” You smiled, placing a kiss to his cheek. Finally back on your own two feet, your hands rested on his chest as you stared up at him.

You often find yourself staring at him in awe, he’s such a gentle giant- especially with you. He may appear as someone who is serious, but deep down he’s a big softy, and you love that about him.

“You need a shower, big man.” That nickname always made him laugh. You can’t remember what made you call him that but it stuck with you ever since.

“Yes ma’am.” He replied, a smirk on his face as he made his way up to the bedroom.

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After his shower, you both ate dinner while he told you all about his day. You cherished moments like this- it warmed your heart, you could listen to this man talk your ear off for hours and never get tired.

You absolutely adored him, and you know he felt the same about you. As much as he loved his time at practice goofing around with the boys, he loved coming home to you at the end of the day.

You both ended the night watching tv, cuddled up on the couch accompanied by milk and cookies; the ones you baked of course.

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[formulalfc]

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

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

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