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dumpin all the extra wilo art ive already made (not including chapter art or the covers)
#tw blood#tw limb loss#tw torture#tw eyestrain#long post#ii wilo au#ii#inanimate insanity#ii au#ii fanart#wilo lightbulb#wilo baseball#wilo balloon#wilo test tube#wilo paintbrush#wilo fan#wilo bot#wilo suitcase#wilo nickel#wilo oj#wilo mephone#wilo brightcolors#wilo science blog#wilo flying buddies#wilo detective duo#wilo homerun#wilo quiet kids#wilo toxic yuri#<btw that ones gonna be used regardless of if its in a romantic context cuz their main dynamic is that its not. n thats what its named after
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Imagine remaking WILO with the swap ii au- /hj /lh
OHHH MY GOD YOU ARE SO FUCKIN BIG BRAINED
idea so good i drew it lol
#i did not get a reference for nickels wheelchair lol#fbps ii swap au#ii wilo au#ii#inanimate insanity#ii fanart#ii au#ii swap au#ii fan#ii paintbrush#ii lightbulb#ii test tube#ii baseball#ii nickel#ii suitcase#ii balloon
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i hate that saliba is making me wanna support his bum ass club 🙄🙄🙄
#im a united fan ok#fuck arsenal#but wilo here is making me unfuck arsenal aahgaagahahs#not to mention theyre gonna face bayern later#and im a bayern supporter#fuck#the things ill do for french men is concerning#william saliba
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i don’t know why but i love this 🥹❤️
#ibou#ibrahima konate#william saliba#ibou and wilo fans are gonna look at this like 🧍♀️#they hate each other on twitter omg 🤣
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still lowkey shook that this url was available but i’m also grateful for the fact that the wilo fans on here amass to abt 4 ppl so i never had anything to worry abt in the first place 👍🏽👍🏽
#if we did a venn diagram of mark fans & william fans the former’s circle would be the size of jupiter#and then wilo’s one would be a teeny weeny shrivelled raisin of a round thing#and then the overlap would be even smaller bc im the only one in it#piku.txt#𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 queue
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im convinced more and more every game that you were right about arteta and this spanish propaganda he’s pushing by keeping raya in the xi…somethings gotta give
corrupção!
#answered#sorry ik now’s not the time to use this gif but I can’t help it AGSHSJSKS I love it too much#but yeah! mikels stubbornness & the whole ‘my way or the highway’ attitude is veryyy🥴 and I feel like it costs us a lot#it costs us the league last season he didn’t rotate players as they should’ve been rotated & didn’t compensate for wilo or gabi’s injuries#speaking of rotate…this whole alternating keepers nonsense has gotten on my last nerve a long time ago😭#it looks more like hes trying to phase aaron out completely which is fucked up we made it where we are now bc of his efforts too#same w zinchenko like…he’s underperforming. bench him like?? it also scares me who else we’ll potentially lose bc of this ‘system’#I don’t wanna ramble or be a downer but yeah how can we grow exponentially when this is how things operate…not a fan#anyways! COYG N BEIJOS🫶🏽🫂😚
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wilo as a husband headcannons
A/n: Let me know how you liked this and what fics you'd like to see for our heavily underrated pretty frenchfry. We need more wilo fics
He loves making you laugh when you're feeling down, he won't stop until he gets at least a small smile
Keeps telling you how beautiful you are in french ughh
Loves it when you kiss his ring finger
Always so attuned to your feelings and needs, you only look at him and he already knows what you need.
Admires you with that adorable smile of his when you do something ,anything really he's your biggest fan
He's always so proud of everything you accomplish and never fails to boast about it if you let him ofc
He'd rather talk about you to his friends than about him
Will drop anything if you need him
Makes sure to take you out at least once every 2 weeks ,especially after he's had many away games
Loves matching outfits no matter how corny you think it is, let him the man's in loveee
gives you the biggest kiss when he has to leave early for training and you're still asleep
loves watching your tired and confused face when you realise he kissed you
kisses you again after that
he'd rather spend time with his wife than with anyone in the world
let's you trim his hair
loves to watch you do your skincare
you've convinced him to have a skincare routine and now he loves when you apply it on him
just always has that lovey dovey smile when you're around
he always takes care of everything when you're on vacation so you literally turn of your brain when you're with him
he Lovess the height difference
strokes your hair when you can't sleep
he's just always so reassuring and he stays calm in situations you would normally panic in that you can't help but love him even more everytime
doesn't get mad at you, ever. He would never forgive himself if your tears were caused by him
unless they're happy tears yknow😉
Puts his hand on your knee when he's driving
When you're at an event and you got separated, when you're looking for him he's already looking at you with that smile of his 🫠
Brings you flowers after away games ,when you've been feeling down or just because he loves you
has extra things you might need in his car
Loves you more than life itself
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2, 17 and 28 for the writer ask game <3
ooh!
2. anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?
i have a very straightforward answer for this. DEFENSELINE FIC!!!!! i feel so insane about the dynamic they have going on over there. i have a whole section in my gdocs of wilo/gabi moments in interviews that i want to build a fic off of but i feel like i just can't nail down their voices well enough to write a fic from either of their POVs. a lot of rpf for me is feeling comfy enough in their voice to write it but i don't think i have a good enough handle on how they speak to write about how they Think... if that makes sense.
(one of my fave wilo/gabi interactions is where they're arguing about who's the best dressed on the team and wilo goes yeah but you like my fashion and gabi's like eeeh sometimes. and wilo presses like so sometimes no? and gabi fake-winces at how bad it is and says no....and they kind of devolve into a laughing argument which wilo ends by saying something like yeah but i know you like that one outfit of mine. OUGH.)
17. past or present tense? why?
OKAY. even though both of my published ones have been in present tense i actually like past a lot more......i feel like there's a depth and reflection to it that lends it a lot more weight. present for me comes naturally when i'm writing shorter fic / when i want the fic to feel more stream-of-consciousness and really immersed in the character's POV. then again i love that present always feels more real to me......more (unintentional pun) present, like i can see it playing out in front of me. as you can see i'm quite indecisive which is a huge problem with my WIPs because for a single fic scenes always come to me in different tenses and i end up having to decide which one fits better.
28. any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?
i am the worst person to ask this bc i genuinely don't look up writing advice....i've always believed that the best way to improve is to read more & write more. READ! both published books AND fic from authors you like. figure out what exactly you like about their writing, learn from them, try to recreate the same feeling their writing gives you. in 22/23 when i was arsenaling but unaware that there was actually a fan community i read every single one of tetrapod's arsenal fics and their style had a HUGE impact on me.....big fan also of old footie fic that's on livejournal/ported to ao3 etc because that was actually how i got into football (users saltstreets redandgold guede rave etc, basically all my ao3 bookmarks)
thank you for asking <3
#ki.ask#honestly i think the HEAPS of old footiefic i consumed helped shape the rpf writing style i'm working towards#there's a sparseness to their prose and a sharpness to their imagery that i find cuttingly effective because it suits the subject matter#by nature not everything in rpf has to be spelled out - a lot of it is about what characters don't say or don't do#so i loved that the style reflects that subject and i'm trying to hone that skill....feel like i overpontificate in fic sometimes#and it takes away from the realism i'm trying to achieve#rambling! but fun to reflect on these questions <3
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how i feel about arsenal vs manchester united, man united is my clubbbbbbbbb i fear that wilo is going to pocket our attackers 💔💔
but lowkey as a fan ill allow this loss JUST ONCE bcz i dont want a team i despise to win the league so if this helps arsenal and bae to win than so be it 💔
---ʚɞ---ʚɞ---ʚɞ---ʚɞ---ʚɞ---ʚɞ---ʚɞ---ʚɞ---ʚɞ---ʚɞ---ʚɞ---ʚɞ---ʚɞ--
#william saliba#manchester united#arsenal fc#football#premier league#bae better not pocket our attackers pls#saliba#sillysaliba
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>♡< Can I do fanart plz? I love your work♡
I adore fan art! PLEASE DO FAN ART IF ANYONE WANTS TO DO FAN ARE PLEASE DO IT I WILO DIE A HAPPY WOMAN IF YOU DO IT PLEASE
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art dump i dunno
swap au :]
*warning on the next one for fast moving images (its a gif) (last thing in the post dw)
#gif#tw flashing#tw flashing images#ii wilo au#ii#inanimate insanity#ii au#ii fanart#wilo lightbulb#wilo baseball#wilo balloon#wilo test tube#wilo paintbrush#wilo fan#wilo suitcase#wilo nickel#wilo toxic yuri
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I didn't expect you would draw the WILO swap ii AU thingy but YIPPIE /POS /GEN
Although poor Fan, Test Tube (THE SWAP AU ONE-) and Lightbulb- if I already almost cried to Lightbulb while reading WILO, then I would cry as twice if the fic had a swap ii AU version too- /hj /nm
yea ig lb and fan are just stuck in angst hell regardless lmaoo
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this is going to be the thing that ends me. apologize for what? for getting us higher on the table than we could’ve imagined after recent years? for letting us dream that a league title would be possible for us? all because it hurts? i would rather have the pain than to have never lived through this season with this group of players, to have never seen us win the nld away, the ødegaard black kit masterclasses, granit’s entire season, bukayo and nelli reaching g/a milestones, the summer games in the pink kit, wilo and big gabi at the back, aaron’s incredible saves, gabby jesus and zinny bringing a new kind of passion to the team, eddie’s last minute winner against utd, reiss’s 97th minute goal, jorgi and leo and kiwi coming in at the transfer window and having an impact immediately, leo’s 3 assists in one half, jorginho’s strike that lead to the m*rtinez og, winning games that no one ever expected us to win, mikel’s emotions on the touchline, and all the love the players showed for each other and the fans. we are more a family now than ever and not one person on this squad/staff (excluding the obvious) has a single thing to apologize for.
#again I’m so sorry for being annoying an emotional please block me if you need to but I need to speak into the void or I die 😭#I can’t stand to see anyone apologize for one of the greatest seasons of football I’ve experienced in such a long time!#I am so sad that the players are so sad but there is so much to be proud of !!!!! this and so much more!!!!#I won’t hear a word of negativity towards anyone at the end of the day they did their best and that’s all we can ask for#I know management was bad but people who are being hateful on twitter etc? this is not the answer#everyone is learning everyone is growing and when they eventually win a title we’ll be glad to be able to say we were here the whole time#the same way we’re glad we never said arteta out bc look at what having faith in people does!!!! we have so much to look forward to!#Mikel Arteta
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the baby-making manual ; william saliba
summary ♡ baby fever hits the salibas full force.
pairing ♡ william saliba x fem!reader
content ♡ 18+, smut, husband!william, kissing, p in v sex, cunnilingus, reader & wilo are so broody & so in love with each other, missionary, doggystyle, riding, lotus position (yes i’m fucking depraved don’t look at me like that 🤕), soft romantic vibes, breeding kink, praise, body worship, size kink ofccc, clitoral stimulation, titplay, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it unless ur name is y/n and ur starring in this fic 🥸), creampie(s), a smidgen of cockwarming, blink and u miss the one french word in here, talks about having kids, aftercare included !!
a/n ♡ the title is so goofy & nobody asked for this but the concept has been eating at my mind since the end of summer + i've had this in the drafts since oct so i gotta put me first lucius 😫😩😫😩😫 anyway this is day one of converting you all into wilo girlies hehe WAKE UP WORLD‼️ pls lmk how u all find this fic btw!! ik it won’t get as much attention as my jude ones bc there prob aren’t as many fans but i rlly would appreciate anything u have to say about it !!! 🫶🏽🥰 enjoyyyy mes chéris!! 😌❤️
an unexpectedly warm spring’s saturday had given cause to an impromptu barbecue held by your parents, and you and william had found yourselves in the company of most of your relatives for the day. how your mother had convinced half the family tree to be present on such short notice you will never know but you were grateful nonetheless, extremely happy to especially see the loved ones you haven’t seen since getting married to your now-husband a couple of years ago.
it’s close to eleven in the night now, your arrival at home being so belated due to the clash between your insistence that you and william had to go home as he had training the next morning and your father’s greater insistence that the two of you stay a little longer for another cup of tea, another plate of food, even the whole night if you wanted to. in the end, you had to put a politely firm foot down, more for william’s sake who can’t say no to your parents for the life of him, and who was on his way to accepting your dad’s invitation to stay the night before you spoke up. you knew the events of last night would repeat for the morning, your parents in a tug-of-war with you to make you guys stay for breakfast but you supported your case with the argument of the long drive home and the fact that mikel wouldn’t appreciate william’s tardiness the next day, especially at such a significant time in the season.
you’re sitting in bed by yourself right now with a novel in hand – william having gone to take a much-needed relaxing shower – inwardly laughing to yourself over your husband’s people-pleasing antics and your mind meanders to the scenes of this afternoon, the sounds of children’s laughter and adults’ gossip in the air accompanied with the smokey scent of grilled food taking over your senses. you reencounter images of william chasing your little cousins, nieces and nephews around the garden — small, sweet giggles mixed with william’s deeper chuckles as they’re all engaged in an exhilarating game of tag, little feet and large padding around the property.
your thoughts are pulled back into reality when the ensuite door clicks open, a cloud of steam puffing into the bedroom before it reveals your husband clad in nothing but a white towel around his waist, droplets of water dotted on his toned chest and abdomen. it’s a sheer sight for sore eyes and one that you will never tire of so you shamelessly watch as he smiles at you before gliding across the room, moving to his vanity to apply generous amounts of body lotion to bring back moisture to his skin, the action making his skin glow so prettily under the warm lighting of the bedroom.
it’s these moments of silent appreciation that have you feeling like the luckiest girl in the universe; an adonis of a lover in your bedroom, one that would move heaven and earth at your beck and call, and there’s denying that you would do the same for him.
in all your daydreaming, william’s moved on to pulling his pajamas on for bedtime, a pair of dark grey boxer shorts acting as said pajamas as he opts to go shirtless in fear of overheating on such a toasty night. you place your novel down, the previously read page distinguished with a bookmark, as william places a soft kiss on your forehead before tucking you both in under the thin sheets.
“mum was really bad with the baby talk this time, wasn’t she?” you turn your body on its spot, head propped up by a bend of your arm as you face william who lifts his head at your rhetoric question. “i mean, you did look so fucking adorable with the kids today so i don’t know if i should say sorry on her behalf.”
“not at all,” he only lets out a breathy laugh, now mirroring you in the shift of his own body. “i’ve had most people asking me about it now.”
“really?”
you���re quite shocked to learn that there are indeed a lot of people who are eager to see william and yourself have a family of your own and that it’s not just pestering from your mother in particular, who has asked about when she will be seeing grandchildren from her daughter and “favourite son-in-law” from the moment the two of you had just about exchanged rings. you’ve grown accustomed to answering with the same old ‘we want to focus on us/our careers/our freedom’ response but there’s a little curious something that’s pulling the two of you to consider everyone’s requests.
“mmhm, i think i could count the number of people at the club that have asked me about it using my hands and my feet,” the pair of you laugh at this, a shake of your head over how believable that comment is despite it sounding so silly since the environment of your husband’s workplace is so close-knit and everyone is comfortable with each other. “it’s not just that, though, is it?”
“no?” you question his tone turned serious now.
“when i see the guys and their kids, i can’t help wondering what i might be like in those sorts of situations, y’know?” you sit up at his words, heart racing a little faster with the way he looks at you; looks into you as he again copies your movements, taking your hands in his after leaning his shoulder against the headboard. “can’t help wondering what it would be like seeing you and a mini version of us in the stands during a match… wanna see our baby matching shirts with their papa, wanna hear their tiny voice cheer my name…”
you swear you feel your heart stop as soon as his lips form the words ‘our baby’.
“oh, william,” you sigh over his thoughts spoken aloud, a slight pang of guilt hitting at your heartstrings and causing your eyes to tear up just a little. “why didn’t you tell me about all this, hm?”
you had no idea of his desire to have children, always assuming his response to everyone’s questions to be the same as yours and believing that he wanted to prioritise football over starting a family with you for at least a couple more years.
“it’s not your fault, sweetheart, not at all.” his fingers swipe under your eyes in precaution against any spilt tears. “having a baby, hell, even wanting a baby... it’s a big deal; it’s hard to just drop it into a conversation if that makes sense.”
“of course, that makes plenty of sense,” his hands grip yours in a tight embrace, placing a kiss on the slightly trembling digits in an attempt to soothe you. “you really want to have a baby with me?”
william laughs softly at your words and the way you sit with your mouth gaping, starry-eyed with a million thoughts racing through your mind.
“no, i want to have a baby with mrs khan next door.” he deadpans, referring to your elderly neighbour, before you shove at his shoulder, a blush overcoming your cheeks as you realise how daft your question is, disbelief over how much william wants to be a dad seeping into the way you’re thinking right now. “you’re the only woman that i want as the mother of my children, y/n, the only one.”
his eyes look even more beautiful in the peek of moonlight through the curtains and you fear your heart may give out tonight, squeezing so hard in your chest with the love that you feel for your husband.
“can i kiss you, baby?” he asks so politely, thumb running over the plumpness of your bottom lip. even after so many years together, he’s always the gentleman but still, you tell him that he doesn’t need to ask anymore — you are his to have as he is yours.
his lips descend upon yours with a gentle force, hands clasping over your waist where the black silk material of your short nightdress stops him from touching the warmth of your soft skin. instead, william decides to pick you up and place you on his lap, the urge to feel your body as close to his as possible controlling his actions, your knees dropping to either side of him as your clothed chest meets his bare one.
as the kiss deepens on what seems like its own accord, you feel yourself growing wetter, thankful for your earlier decision to forgo underwear for the night as you grind down onto william’s lap, the cotton of his boxers creating delicious friction on where you need it the most.
breathless sighs turn into light moans from the two of you as william tightens his grip on your waist with the same strength your core presses down onto his hardening length before he turns you both over to have you on your back, his form hovering over yours, lips ghosting over the nook where your neck meets your shoulders, leaving an eruption of goosebumps in its trail.
in the pleasured shutting of your eyes, you can feel william’s hands pull down the loose straps of your nightdress, then a kiss on each shoulder and then the heat of his breath over your exposed breasts.
“so beautiful, darling,” he looks up to your blushing face, the compliment painting a shy smile on it before his lips wrap around your left nipple with wasting any time. a whine is pulled from your lungs over the way william suckles on the nub, a tiny tug of it between his teeth causing you to arch your chest further into his mouth. of course, he doesn’t forget to pay attention to your right boob, taking his sweet time in kissing and swirling his tongue around the stiffness of the other side. “how did i get so lucky, hmm?”
you whimper in response as he brushes his lips down your body over your nightdress; from under your breasts, over your navel and arriving at the base of your tummy, where he places the firmest kiss of them all atop of the lustrous material.
“william…”
“gonna take care of you, baby, i promise.”
his hands now come down to your thighs, where the inner parts are sticky with arousal, and he hoists the hem of your dress up past your bellybutton, the pressing together of your legs to soothe the ache of your core as a light breeze hits it inciting your husband to part them and find home in the self-made gap. his head lowers to where your pussy lays nearly leaking onto the sheets and your breaths quicken, reaching an all-time rapid high when william plants a kiss on your clit, one so soft that it would’ve been deemed innocent had it not been in the midst of an action so filthy.
in the ‘o’-shapedness of your mouth, amorous sighs escape as he starts his attack on your wetness — mouth open, tongue out, lapping at your juices as you sing his praises in the form of high-pitched moans. his tongue slips past your drenched folds to find your sopping hole, the tip of it poking past your entrance as he’s full-on eating you out now, open-mouthed moans from the simple pleasure of your pussy on his lips almost drowning out your sounds.
there’s a particularly lusty moan from you when his thumb finds your tense clit, a couple of rubs on it releasing a string of cries out of the confines of your lips as your legs tremble from their position on his shoulders. from the very beginning of your married life, william had made it his mission to become well-acquainted with you in the bedroom, and you think he’s succeeded as the way he knows which buttons to press to get you to cum at his mercy is very telling, fingers working expertly in toying with your sensitive nub as your walls clench around nothing but the conjured-up image of cumming all over his mouth and pretty face.
“william… i-” you start but are soon interrupted by the intense sucking of your already pounding clit between his moistened lips. the wail you let leave your body is almost pitiful, the feeling so fucking good but so sudden and unexpected that you fall head-first into your orgasm, crashing into it with a spasm of your thighs around william’s head, pawing at his dark hair for some inkling of relief and grounding since you truly believe you’re about to lose all sense of reality with how strong this orgasm has hit you.
william doesn’t relent despite your convulsions, placing kisses over your clenching pussy and shaky abdomen. you manage to still your involuntary motions to catch a glimpse of his face in all its glory; his lips glistening wet with your release and his eyes darker than ever, impossible to distinguish the colour of his pupils from the colour of his irises, an unfolding plan of what’s to come for you both behind his soft gaze.
“did so, so good for me, my love,” he praises, kissing you through panting breaths from the both of you. “want to feel you around me, fuck, need to feel you around me, baby.”
you go to deny him at first, nestling your hand against the bulge of his boxers but he’s quick to deny you in turn.
“no, baby, tonight’s for you, ok? just wanna take care of everything— take care of you.”
you nod in acceptance, knowing that arguing with him would be futile, a gentle flame in his eyes telling you of his determination to do nothing but be at your service until the sun comes up.
“how do you want me first, amour?”
you almost swoon at the question, unable to believe that you essentially have this man at your mercy now, getting dizzy over choosing whether you want to ride him into oblivion first or save that for later and have him take you from behind to start with. either way, you know that tonight was no night for a meagre one round.
“how about as we are right now?” you suggest, the current arrangement of you on your back and william on top proving perfectly convenient for you guys to start with your favourite position in bed.
“sounds perfect, baby,” he smiles before getting up to rid his body of those grey boxers and then almost leaning over you to pull a condom from the nightstand before he stops himself midway, the both of you realising that this is a habit that will need to be unlearnt now. a pair of giggles erupts between you and a silent agreement to forget the condom for the whole purpose of tonight is sealed with a rerouted kiss from william. he then prompts you to lift your hips so he can slot a pillow underneath them and have you as comfortable as you can get. you can’t resist biting your bottom lip at the pulsating anticipation between the two of you, the sight of his bare cock admittedly making your mouth water.
now back on the bed and parting your legs, william resituates himself in between, this time with his cock in his hand running down your increasingly dripping slit, the occasional dip past your folds making you wince in an addictive combination of overstimulation and urgency.
“shit, angel, i’m sorry,” his apology is sincere as he searches your eyes for signs of discomfort. “we don’t have to do this right now, we can take a break, do you want me to ge–”
“babe, i’m fine, okay?” you huff out a laugh, your husband’s honestly innocent face tickling your tummy and making your core ache even more. “j-just fuck me, will, please?”
his answer comes in the guise of an assured smooch against your swollen lips, taking the quiet opportunity to sink into your wetness, completely raw for the first time, with a loud deep groan that makes your stomach feel like it’s gloriously folding in on itself. you revel in finally having the naked thickness of his cock inside you, experiencing every ridge, vein and inch of smoothness directly between your gummy walls with a hushed fuck before he gets to work on setting a moderate pace — slow and savouring it seems, his way of saying that he wants this to last as long as it possibly can.
"william… so big..." no matter how many times you've been under him and how many times you say it, it will always ring true; the initial stretch and burn that his cock creates for you will always light a fire of delicious friction, tonight being a million times more special than every previous encounter put together. and no matter how many times william hears it, it will always set his mind ablaze, hips now pistoning at an unfathomable speed as he can’t hold back anymore, moaning and groaning about how good you feel uninterrupted around him, how there'll be no one else for him, how you're everything to him. it all has your pussy gushing around him to no end.
your whimpers warn him of another impending orgasm, the tightening clasp of your cunt and the way you’re clawing at the softness of his lower tummy in sheer desperation make william’s movements falter just the slightest, a whine leaving his throat as he can feel his own climax catching up to him.
“close, baby,” he warns in sentences incomplete, brain whirring on pure pleasure and nothing else but the desire to have you cumming around him. he’s afraid that he may finish a fraction too soon and leave you disappointed so his fingers find your stiffened clit again, the caressing of his thumb a little harsher this time around as part of an effort to get you both to cum at the same time.
the pleasure you’re receiving from the touch of his thumb and the stroke of his dick is almost too much, hands willing their way to pull his off of you but the speed at which your second orgasm hits you beats any other competition to the finish line, pussy barely squeezing to trigger william’s first orgasm of the night; your lover climaxes inside of you with a sound so guttural, it has him almost collapsing against your shaking form but you invite him to do so, a tender hand on the back of his head guiding him to a safe haven in the crook of your neck as the strangely comforting feeling of thick, white liquid streams down your inner thighs. heavy breaths saturate the dimly lit room as you lay with your lover for a moment, warm bodies basking in the aftermath of a shared orgasm.
after a comfortable minute or two, william speaks up, his voice dropped to an octave so deep it relights the fire in your seeping cunt before your head can even process his words.
“how does round two sound to you?” he’s asking amidst the plotting of a few kisses up your jawline.
you’re ready to jump his bones again on your own accord so when you hear the request fall from your husband’s lips, it’s an immediate “yes please” from you, not even bothered to feel shameful about the reeking desperation of your response.
a knowing chuckle and another kiss seal the deal, william pulling your now-creased nightdress over your outstretched arms, leaving you completely bare but free; accessible to his every touch. he asks you to turn around onto your hands and knees, setting the pillow down underneath your lower abdomen as a precaution.
“there we go, angel,” he places a tender kiss at the bottom of your spine, running a hand up the natural curve of your back while you anticipate his next action. “gonna make my pretty girl feel so good tonight, she deserves it all.” your thighs divide instinctively in response to his voice and the sight of his cum glistening on your skin has william choking on a moan, needing to stroke his cock on the white-stained slipperiness.
“william, don’t tease,” you beg with a shake of your ass against his crotch to get him to hurry and slip his length inside of you. “can’t wait anymore.”
your husband obliges immediately, having lubricated his dick enough with his own release off your thighs, pushing into your hole with so much more ease and a filthy squelch as the realisation that the majority of his cum from the previous round is still inside of you hits him. oh, it sends william’s entire being into a lustful frenzy.
“f-fuck, baby, listen to how well i filled you up,” he gasps out, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as the dirtiest noises he has ever heard emits from where his cock is connected to your pussy.
you’ve done this position more times than you can count but the raw state of his dick plus the way it definitely plunges deeper from all the lubrication william has created inside you has you growing wetter beyond belief, another layer of arousal helping him reach damn near a whole new dimension of your cunt. you don’t want to lend your name to porno-fuelled incorrect biology but you swear he’s in your cervix right now, the pillow now playing its part in hoisting your bottom half up, back arching so beautifully, making it the perfect setup for william to split you in half with every thrust of his length.
between a melody of cries of his name from your worn lips and his deeper moans, you surprisingly cum without a word of warning; it’s fast and it’s hard and it’s white-hot, almost launching your body off the bed entirely. it’s not so surprising, actually, given the speed of william’s pounding inside of your creaming pussy and the resulting splat-splat-splat noise his actions make, all of it way too much, way too depraved and addicting to try and avoid.
“good fucking girl,” your husband grunts out at the sensation of yet another round of your pussy walls spasming around him, another round of hot cum spurting into your hole as he fills you up with an animalistic fuck! marking the round so differently from the last one, which was so full of love, this one in a tone that is much more lewd and untamed.
you’re still on all fours, moaning softly at the flood of cum that spills out of you from around william’s dick and onto the sheets below, cunt still clenching his shaft which doesn’t seem to get any softer despite the two of you having been at it for nearly two hours without a break. your husband, sheathed still in your core, runs a series of kisses up your back, reaching the back of your ear to leave praises of how good you were for him just then and how pretty you look while he’s balls deep inside of you. eventually, he pulls out with a throaty moan, leaving you panting as you fall onto your back to look up at his fucked out expression.
william’s standing there with his hands on his hips, chest heaving, face all smiley and flushed, an image not too dissimilar to one where he’s fresh off a victory on the pitch. you wish you could take a picture of the scenery in front of you but you trust your memory to sear it into place for you instead.
“fucking hell, if i’m not pregnant by now then i don’t even know what to say!” you laugh out at the mess you’ve both made of the sheets and yourselves, and william joins in before quipping in with a “hmm, we should make sure, just in case, of course.” a cheeky tone in his voice as he snuggles his mouth against your neck, the hair on his chin tickling your skin as you squirm on the bed out of ecstatic amusement.
“okay, okay, but first we have to take a break, babe!” you manage to squeal out before william ceases his tickle attack on you, letting you go to the bathroom while he fetches a glass of water from the kitchen.
by the time you’re finished and clean, william has the bed remade and the glass of water held out by the hand upon your return to the bedroom. you shake your head at him, bemused at this butler act he’s now performing.
“your refreshment, mrs. saliba,” he mocks what you assume to be a posh british accent, his own french one adding so much charm to it.
“i thank you, mr. y/l/n,” you smirk back and take a sip, careful not to choke as william pushes your shoulder in jest with an oi before sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching you set the empty glass down on the nightstand.
“so, about that making sure thing,” you pounce on his lap within a split second, settling your hands on the warmed skin of his shoulders.
william throws his head back in a hearty chuckle. “fucking hell, what was in that water?!”
“shut up and kiss me, saliba.” you command and he doesn’t dare to do anything but oblige, lips catching yours in a heated kiss that reinstalls all elements of hunger and lust inside of the pair of you. running your hands down and over the expanse of his chest has william parting his lips in a low groan, you taking the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his mouth and swallow all of his sugary sweet sounds, not wanting any ears other than your own to hear them. the resumed grinding of your naked crotch on william’s has him hardening quickly, another order from you to go lay himself down on the pillows moving scenes on as rapidly as you like.
“good boy,” you admire the way he’s displayed himself for you, long athletic body sprawled out in all its glory, the moonlight a little brighter now that the night has really settled in. “you look so good like this, william, fuck, need to have you inside me now, baby.” a couple of tugs on his stiff cock and you’re sliding down onto it, william’s hands – slightly sweaty from excitement – holding you in place as you begin to rock and raise your body.
there’s a harmonised whine from the two of you as you’re filled with his thickness once again, william encased in your snug, plush walls, and the swivel of your hips atop him makes his teeth grit in euphoria. seeing this spurs you on more, momentum picked up from the way william throws his head back, leaving his neck at your mercy and you of course can’t help but nip and kiss and lick over it, the sounds being pulled from his throat so saccharine and tuneful.
he pants out with a vice-like grip on your hips, the skin white with the extreme grasp his fingers have on it. “s-slow, baby, slow…” he pleads while you rock and grind and bump into his crotch like a woman gone mad, chasing a high that is just at the tips of your fingers… just a little more.
you whine out his name, scratching at his chest where you had previously been resting your hands for leverage, and he finds a little leeway before taking a gulp of courage and sitting up to meet the stirring of your pelvis with his, cock sputtering up into your cunt as he supports you with his large hands behind your back.
the position is possibly the most intimate you’ve been in — naked chest to naked chest, your nipples rubbing against the softness of his pecs, your knees on either side of him as his are crossed underneath you, body so much smaller than his, lips so close to touching with every jerk and bump but never really kissing, always teasing. it’s all so fucking hot and there’s nothing you want more than for him to fill you up once more.
the knock-knock-knock of another orgasm has you pulling him so close against you, practically forcing him to shift his entire weight on top of you. you feel the need to bury him inside your skin. to be bound entirely and irrefutably. his lips, just now attached to the mounds on your chest, start rambling in his native tongue. you're not quite fluent in french but you've been with william long enough to pick up some things; the important things. through his wanton panting and sighing, he's spilling all his desires to you — telling you that he can't wait to see you swollen with his child, can’t wait to see if they’ll have his hair or your smile, can’t wait for you both to finally be the parents you had dreamed of being. there’s a fire in his words and it sets your whole body alight, scratching down his back in vicious streaks that will surely be present for the next week.
“w-william, please,” you wail, legs burning in their effort to capture your awaiting high. “put a baby in me, fuck, please, fuck a baby into me.” freshly hot tears are fully spilling down your cheeks now, the ecstasy of his cock pounding into you and the promises he’s made to you proving too much and you need relief from it all, desperately.
“gonna do just that, angel, gonna fill you up nice and good,” he moans out, pulling you in closer to his gyrating form. “gonna fill you up over and over until we get that baby.”
and that’s the tipping point for you, your husband’s words, so sincerely sweet yet sinful, being the thing to push you over and have you cumming with a thunderous scream of his name. your pussy gushes around his rigid length, walls fluttering around it so forcefully you’re scared they’ll be stuck like this forever. william soon follows with his own orgasm, a few throaty moans that sound so pretty coming from his plump limps as they match the rhythm with which he spurts his sticky cum into you. your legs tremble in both exhaustion and bliss around william, and he’s quick to soothe them over with his hands, mouth landing kisses over your face and your chest.
there’s only a symphony of heavy panting from you both now, and the occasional whimper or soft moan, as william lays on his back with you on top of him, large hands running up and down your back to steady your breathing, his dick still firmly in you. you're pretty sure you've forgotten what it feels like to be empty and without him.
“you okay?” he mumbles into your hair, a loving kiss left on your forehead before he tilts your chin up to look at him, your eyes weary and ready to doze off. you can only muster up an mmhmm but william is determined to end the night perfectly for you.
“hang on, baby, okay?” he requests before slowly pulling out of your heat and dashing to the bathroom where you can hear the din of him rummaging through cupboards and running the bathtub’s taps, leaving you to laze around with a pool of cum leaking out of you. the sudden crash of something metal followed by a shit! is enough to pull you out of the clasps of sleep, however.
your husband reappears swiftly, a boyishly guilty look on his face to which you raise an eyebrow.
“everything’s fine!” he assures your silent questioning. “i want to take care of you right now, though. please?”
you flash him a tired but teasing smile in affirmation and he picks you up bridal-style, giving a quick kiss to your lips before walking you over to the bathtub and gently placing you in the comfortably warm and bubbly water where you feel your muscles instantly relax. the calmingly fragrant scent of chamomile fills your nostrils as you sigh up at your lover.
“thank you, honey,” you speak, a slight croak to your voice from honest exhaustion. william nods at you before plotting another sweet kiss on your temple.
“room for a little one?” he asks with a beautiful grin on his face, teeth all out in his signature style.
“always.” you scoot forwards to make room for him and he slips his much larger frame behind you, instantaneously pulling your back into his chest, hands delicately soothing over your tummy as he delivers a bunch of kisses across the plane of your shoulders.
“sounds stupid but i already have a list of names that i wanna go over with you.” he says shyly after a moment of quiet.
you giggle and set a devoted kiss to the wedding band on his ring finger.
“i’m all ears.”
#MAH DICK FELL AWFF#guys it’s not even funny anymore i NEED him to put a baby in meeeeeeeeee 😫😫😫😫😫😫#literally the only french person that deserves rights EVURRRRRRRR he can put his oui oui baguette right inside this pu-#the only man i would cook and clean for i promiseeeee you#william saliba#william saliba imagine#william saliba smut#william saliba x reader#william saliba x you#william saliba x y/n#football imagine#footballer imagine#footballer smut#˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗
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Rewatched Reiss’s goal like 8 times just now and Jesus it’s just sooo good 😭 Martin and Big Gabi falling to the ground, Wilo sprinting to the fans, Granit breaking his neck to see where the ball goes before chasing after Reiss, Benny’s little thrust, all the cameras shaking, Gary O’Neil’s face, the massive pile on and patting of Reiss, Reiss fixing his little collar, Mikel dapping up a random little kid.
I’m literally sobbing I love this club.
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Do you have a sona of some sort? Or is it Wilo? I would ask what your favorite color is, but im guessing purple. What about cake? Fav flavor of cake?
These are all sort of random questions when in one collective group LMAO but
I guess I'd say my sona is my self-insert for my polyship au over on @ut-zircans . I use them to represent myself in AtF as well. don't really have anything else at the moment. I wish I was as cool as Willo but alas LMAO
My favorite color is actually not purple, it's mint green! I like all kinds of pastels but mint green is my favorite. 💚💚
For cakes? Hm. Well. I'm not the hugest fan of cake. I don't mind it but if there's other options I'd probably go for them first, like brownies. Or cookie bars. I love those. But my favorite cake flavor I would say is marble!
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