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[vvd0807]

Virgil Van Dijk ❤️‍🔥🔥 Omgggggggg

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Again and Again

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Had a little free time today in between studying for exams and wanted to post a little snack for the Virgil girlies.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Hours blur together in a haze of heat and breathless pleasure until you’re left trembling—completely undone and entirely his.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Virgil Van Dijk x reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.2k

Warnings! NSFW / SMUT (18+), porn without plot, explicit sexual content, overstimulation, dom!Virgil, size kink, age-gap (a filthy 10 years), rough sex, praise & degradation (I tried), crying during pleasure, established relationship,

The moonlight spills across the duvet, cutting a sharp line between the shadows and the place where Virgil’s hand rests heavy and possessive on your ass, large palms giving you motivating squeezes.

You are breathless, your thighs burning with the effort of bouncing, but the way he looks at you stops you from collapsing. He is lying back against the pillows, chiseled frame completely relaxed, yet his presence consumes the entire room. His eyes, usually so focused and loving when he looks at you, are dark and half-lidded now, locked on your face.

"That's it," he rumbles, voice so deep in his lust that you feel it in your chest as much as you hear it. He reaches up, his hand cupping the back of your neck and pulling you down until your forehead rests against his. "Doing so well, honey."

You can barely breathe, let alone speak. It’s overwhelming. He is so big, everywhere. The sheer size of him filling you up completely, a perfect, aching stretch that makes your toes curl. You feel the tears prick the corners of your eyes, the pleasure is that intense.

He wipes a thumb under your eye, catching the moisture, and his mouth quirks into a smirk. "my little crybaby." He loves seeing you like this—undone, trembling, and entirely his to break apart. "You can take it, can't you? Hm?"

"It-it's so… so deep," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper as you brace your hands against his hard, heaving chest. It’s a plea and a realization all at once; even after 3 years of nights exactly like this, you're still not used to the sheer scale of him. Your movements are growing sloppy, your rhythm faltering as the exhaustion starts taking over, a whine building in your throat that you can't swallow down.

He clicks his tongue, a sound of mock disappointment that shoots straight down your spine, and grips your hips to speed your drowsy movements. "Don't run from it," he commands, pressing kisses to your open mouth, your cheeks, the tip of your nose.

You look so pretty like this… all sweet and ruined by him. Hips rocking up and down. The slick plap, plap, plap of lube and cum spilling from you with every bounce. His jaw goes slack at the sight, and he urges your chin downward with his knuckles to share the view with you.

"Got that pretty little pussy wrapped around me so tight…" His accent thickens, the vowels dragging out, making the filth spilling from his mouth sound like poetry, before his hand slides from your hip to your lower belly, pressing down firmly.

You cry out, your head tipping back, a broken sound that echoes off the walls of the bedroom you share. The added pressure from his massive hand is your undoing.

"Used to be so fucking sweet. An angel," he whispers, his teeth grazing your earlobe and making you shiver. "look at you now… riding me so good. Corrupted you," he groans, rolling his hips upward to meet your bounce, forcing a sharp cry out of you. "Got you addicted to it." He loves this—the fact that you only know this side of intimacy because of him. That he was the one to ruin you for anyone else.

The words make your face burn, heat burning your body as you arch closer. You are addicted to him. Forever changed because of the way he handles you, the way he loves you.

You sink your teeth into your lip, tasting salt, trying to stifle the noise, but his hand moves to squeeze your jaw, firm and demanding.

"No," he says simply. "Let me hear you." The authority in his voice snaps the last thread of your control. You let go, a ragged sob tearing from your throat as your body seizes, the orgasm crashing over you with the force of a tidal wave.

Your inner walls clamp down around him, fluttering uncontrollably, and you hear him hiss through his teeth, his grip on your hips bruising as he holds you steady, forcing you to ride out every single shockwave. The world goes white at the edges, your senses narrowing down to the feel of him pulsing inside you.

As the tremors finally begin to subside, leaving you limp and gasping against his chest, Virgil doesn’t let you stop. He takes over effortlessly, his hips snapping up with a renewed, punishing rhythm that draws a weak, overstimulated cry from your lips.

He chases his own high now, his breathing heavy and ragged in your ear. You're barely holding on, tired from the four previous rounds (not counting foreplay) and the sheer physical effort of taking him, but he holds you up, his strength infinite.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, the salt of your sweat and the vanilla of your body wash mixing together in a way that drives him wild. "Look at what I do to you," he pants, the words hot and damp against your skin. "Look at the mess you're making." He loves the evidence of his ownership—the way your body yields to him so completely, the way you’ve learned to take every inch because he taught you how.

You can only cling to his broad shoulders, your fingers digging into the hard muscle of his upper arms as he uses your body for his own pleasure. The overstimulation is a sharp, exquisite torture, rendering you boneless and pliant in his hands.

"Hold on, baby," he warns, though there's nowhere for you to go, his large palms spanning your waist to keep you pinned in place while he takes what he needs. The rhythm turns erratic, his control finally fracturing as he loses himself in the tight, wet heat of you.

He pulls you down hard against him one last time, burying himself impossibly deep, and groans low and long against your mouth as he spills inside you. You feel the pulse of it, the rhythmic throb of his length as he fills you up, the sensation so raw and intimate that it brings a fresh sheen of tears to your eyes.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room is your combined ragged breathing and the blood rushing in your ears. He collapses back against the pillows, bringing you with him so you’re sprawled across his heaving chest, his strong arms banding around your back to hold you close.

The friction of his goatee grazes your forehead as he presses a lingering kiss there, his hand stroking up and down your spine in a soothing, silent apology for the roughness.

"You okay?" he murmurs after a while, his voice raspy and thick with sated exhaustion, the dominant edge from moments ago completely softened back into the gentle giant you married.

He pulls back slightly to look at your face, his thumb brushing a stray hair away from your eyes, his gaze searching yours with that fierce protectiveness that always makes your heart stutter. You nod, too drained to speak, burying your face in the crook of his neck and listening to the steady beat of his heart as it slows, feeling safe, small, and entirely loved.

-Bianca🌻

[bigheki]

NEW - Virgil van Dijk for Vogue 📷

[hitdanaynay]

Internet girl ☆

fem!reader x virgil van dijk

wc: 800+ • no use of y/n

Synopsis: Virgil who likes to interact with fans by doing monthly streams to connect with his lively fanbase. The famous Liverpool captain that has a tough exterior and stands confidently at 6'4 playing games his followers recommended him. Who knew he was taken by such a sweet girl?

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You and Virgil often battled a long-distance relationship, spending scarce time with one another until you’d finally gotten the time to visit him in England. You knew about these monthly streams, often tuning in to them yourself whenever you got that notification on Twitch that ‘VVD Is Live!’ 

This time, it was different. Being able to be in England and around while he was streaming, seeing the footballer record in person. You two kept your relationship under wraps out of respect for you not wanting to be bombarded by media. Even though you showed up to his games— cheering like nobody was watching. Many speculated but could never staple a specific girl with his name. No way someone as handsome as him was simply not snatched up already. 

“Hello everyone, welcome back to the stream of the month” His Dutch accent beginning to peek through when he speaks “Upon many requests, we’ll be playing Fortnite.” He says, defeat somewhat laced throughout his tone. It was his first time playing, hence the crazy amounts of asks for him to finally play the popular shooting game.  

Ilovejoaofelix: How confident are you on a scale of 1-10? 

“On a scale of 1-10? Minus thirty.” He bluntly stated whilst shaking his head slightly. “But I'm here to get better. I'm playing on an Xbox joystick today which is not my thing but... I'm no quitter!” You were just a room over, in the kitchen slightly hearing it all, but barely paying attention as you rather listened to the hum of your music playing softly in the background. Earlier before you two part ways so he could start his stream, you agreed on making dinner in the time span that he played. 

Making a somewhat simple dinner but something that was enough for both of you to sit down and enjoy a meal. So, in that case, you reluctantly decided to cook fettucine alfredo. You preferred shrimp in yours, chicken in his but where the chicken resided was the question. Being away for so long doesn’t help you answer that question any easier either. You didn’t want to approach the room, but the decision was seriously making you consider it. 

After some standing around you finally began your quiet footsteps to the room that he has reserved for both gaming and whenever he decides to turn on that camera of his. “Wait, I'm stuck in a bush guys—” The slight creak of the sliding door made him glance over and knowingly, he looked back at his stream. “Hold on guys.” He stayed where he was in the game, stuck in a bush before muting himself. Or so, he thought. “Yes schat?” he answered towards you. “I couldn’t remember how you like your chicken on the pasta so...” You trailed off, waiting for him to tell you. “Just on top is fine, thank you love” 

You nodded, almost closing the door and leaving him alone until you remembered just one more question “And when will you be done?” He pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, checking his watch that adorned his wrist. “In 30 minutes or so? I shouldn’t be long” That was it. You returned the door back to its original resting place and headed back into the kitchen to plate his food. If only you knew.  

Virgil cleared his throat and turned back towards his stream to press unmute, but there was never anything to press which he noticed rather quickly. He literally never muted himself and when he glanced at the chat, his mouth opened just slightly, shock coloring his face.  

Kykymbappe10: Big Virg got a girl hold up????? 

BenchedEndrick: WHO WAS THAT 

Thegoatmessi: Wait her voice was tea tho 

Trinrodmanfan: My man is taken????? 

“Sorry guys, I'm afraid I'll have to end the stream early today” The chat only exploded more. He wouldn’t be able to recover from such a moment and certainly he couldn’t let you know right now. To be fair, he did always want to go public, but he respected your wishes time and time again without question. 

The stream ended without another thought, and he stepped out of the room he was itching to get out of since he faced the camera again. “You’re finished?” You asked with confusion. “Yeah... I died so I figured there was no point in staying on for a whole extra hour” He rubbed the nape of his neck as his tall figure made an easy appearance in the kitchen, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Hm, okay” You didn’t seem to have a problem with it. That just meant you could spend even more time with your man. 

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He’s in the sauna, but I’m the one feeling the heat 🔥

[kyoshithewriter]

✨Masterlist.✨

Welcome. I’m a black woman in her 20s who loves to write. I love football, especially black players.

Aurélien Tchouameni:

Sweetest Temptation:

Part one, part two

Virgil van Dijk:

Bambi:

Part one, part two, part three, part four.

Volary:

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen, part fourteen, part fifteen

Vrouwag:

Part one, part two

Venus vs Mars:

Part one, part two, part three

The Missing Piece:

Part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine (final).

Pomum:

Part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen (final),

Pomum One shots:

Part One, Part Two

Mirage

Faolchú

Vice

Mythology series:

Hugo Ekitike(Dionysus), , William Saliba (Ares)

Kylian Mbappé:

Una Corda

William Saliba:

Heavyweight (One shot)

Heavenly Bodies

Erotic Series (18+)

William Saliba. Kylian Mbappe. Virgil van Dijk, Kylian Mbappe, Virgil van Dijk (Pomum: After hours), Xavi Simons, Virgil x William Saliba, Jules Koundé, Virgil van Dijk, William Saliba, Kylian Mbappé, Hugo Ekitike, Virgil van Dijk, Hugo Ekitike

Jude Bellingham:

Millennium.

Summary: In which he would trade a thousand years to be with her.

Level the Playing Field.

[dopameems]

Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes?