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Leah’s freinds ordering her a striper for her birthday as your giving her a lap dance she slips a note in your bra with her hotel room number and then you can write the rest lots of smut🫡

So, it’s not lots of smut cause I don’t want to write loads of smut, but it is very umm… just be prepared, and just this is a warning for you.

Leah Williamson x Stripper!Reader | +18 SMUT |

Room 207

WordCount: 1530

Leah Williamson MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: smut, NSFW, explicit, oral sex, fingering, teasing, stripper - you’ve been warned again.

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You knew this wasn’t going to be your average Friday night when you were booked for a private birthday event at a high-end hotel in central London. The client? Leah Williamson. England captain. Arsenal legend. Ridiculously hot, from the Google searches you did on your way there.

It wasn’t often that you got nervous before gigs, but something about this one felt different. Maybe it was the fact that it was a women’s football team—full of confident, stunning athletes—or maybe it was because Leah’s name sent a tiny thrill through you. You’d seen her on TV, and now, you were about to give her a lap dance. Casual.

You checked your outfit in the mirror once more: short black shorts, a white button-down that barely buttoned, and heels that meant business. You took a breath, knocked, and the hotel room door flew open to reveal a group of rowdy, tipsy women—cheering, clapping, and already laughing.

“Finally!” one of them yelled. “The birthday girl’s been waiting.”

Your eyes flicked to the blonde at the center of the room—Leah. She was sprawled in an armchair, wearing a loose black tee and ripped jeans, a drink in hand, and the kind of smirk that made your stomach flutter. She didn’t look the least bit embarrassed. If anything, she looked amused. Intrigued.

You strode into the room as the music started, playful and slow. The girls were already whistling, tossing fake money into the air. Leah raised a brow, her eyes glued to you as you approached.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” you said, lowering your voice just for her.

“Oh, this is the best gift they’ve ever gotten me,” she replied, a lazy grin tugging at her lips.

You straddled her lap, rolling your hips as the music pulsed through the room. Her hands stayed respectfully at her sides, but her eyes never left yours—not once. She was magnetic, cheeky, and calm in the chaos.

Leah leaned in slightly as you bent down, lips near her ear. “You’re very good at this,” she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. “Dangerous, really.”

You smiled but didn’t reply. You were in character, playing your part. But then—she did something no client had done before.

Midway through the dance, she slipped a small folded piece of paper into your bra, tucking it with a grin that only you could see. Her fingertips barely brushed your skin, and it sent a shock through your spine. You arched an eyebrow at her.

She winked.

The song ended. You gave her a final swirl of your hips before hopping off and blowing a kiss to the room, whose cheers had doubled in volume. You made your exit, pretending not to feel the tiny rectangle of paper burning against your skin.

In the hallway, you ducked into the nearest private space and pulled out the note.

Room 207. If you’re off-duty and curious. — L

You stared at it for a moment, heart hammering.

You could go home, like you usually did after gigs. You could ignore it—she might’ve been joking. But something about the way she’d looked at you said otherwise.

So you waited. Thirty minutes. Let the team have their fun. Let time pass just enough so it didn’t seem too eager. And then?

You took the lift to the second floor. Walked down the carpeted hallway until you were standing in front of Room 207.

You raised your fist, knocked twice.

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The door opened immediately.

Leah stood there, barefoot now, hair messy from dancing, a shy but satisfied smile pulling at her lips. She stepped aside to let you in.

“You came,” she said, voice low.

“You asked,” you replied, stepping inside.

The air was thick with tension the second the hotel door shut behind you. Leah didn’t waste a single moment—she stepped in close, fingers trailing up your arm with lazy, confident heat.

“You looked so good on my lap,” she murmured, eyes flicking to your lips. “Was tempted to pull you into my room right there.”

“You could’ve,” you breathed, pulse racing as you leaned in, “but this was way more fun.”

That smirk. Dangerous and slow. “And now you’re all mine.”

She kissed you—rough, demanding, her hands slipping around your waist and pressing you firmly into the wall. Your back hit the wood with a soft thud, and her tongue slid into your mouth without hesitation. She tasted like gin and lime, but something sweeter lingered on her lips, something addictive.

Your hands were in her hair, tugging gently, as she kissed down your jaw, biting softly beneath your ear.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” she whispered. “The way you moved. The way you looked at me.”

You moaned, hips instinctively grinding into hers. She grabbed them, forcing them still.

“Nuh-uh,” she growled against your neck. “Not yet. I want to unwrap you properly.”

Leah pulled back and grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it to the floor. Her eyes darkened at the sight of your bra—black, lacy, perfectly framing your chest. She didn’t ask permission before dipping her head and sucking one nipple through the fabric, her teeth grazing just enough to make your knees buckle.

You gasped. “Fuck, Leah—”

Her hands were already behind your back, unhooking your bra with practiced ease. She slid it off and tossed it behind her, then took a step back to admire you.

“You’re gorgeous,” she said, voice rough. “I’m going to ruin you.”

“Promise?”

That set her off.

Leah kissed you again—deeper, messier, before grabbing your ass and lifting you up effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around her waist as she carried you to the bed, laying you down like you were made of silk. But her eyes? Predatory.

She hovered over you, grinding down just once so you could feel how turned on she was through her jeans. The pressure made you moan.

“Want me to take my time?” she asked, teasing your waistband.

“No,” you panted. “Want your mouth on me. Now.”

That was all she needed.

Leah stripped your shorts down your legs in one swift motion, groaning when she saw the matching black thong. “Fuck, you came prepared.”

“Had a feeling I might end up in your bed.”

Leah kissed down your stomach, her fingers dragging the fabric down until you were bare beneath her. She parted your thighs and settled between them like she belonged there.

And then—her mouth. Warm, soft, devastating.

She licked a long stripe up your slit, teasing you with slow circles around your clit before sucking it between her lips. Your hips bucked, and she pressed them down, holding you there like she owned you.

“Leah—Jesus—”

She moaned into you, the vibrations making you cry out. Her tongue worked in slow, deliberate strokes—building you up, keeping you on the edge. You could barely breathe.

Her fingers slipped into you—one at first, then two. Crooking, curling, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars.

Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave—fast, intense, white-hot. You came with her name torn from your lips, thighs trembling, nails digging into the sheets.

But she didn’t stop.

She fucked you through it, mouth still on your clit, tongue relentless.

“Too much,” you whimpered, but she only looked up at you with wild eyes and said, “One more.”

And fuck—you gave it to her.

By the time she finally crawled back up your body, your legs were still shaking and your chest was heaving. She kissed you with wet lips, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

“Your turn,” you rasped, flipping her suddenly so you were straddling her hips.

She laughed, low and dangerous. “God, yes.”

You yanked her shirt off and kissed down her toned stomach, biting softly at her hipbones before undoing her jeans and dragging them down her legs. She lifted her hips for you, underwear clinging to her soaked center.

“Wet already?” you smirked.

“You did this,” she growled, sitting up to grab your wrist. “So you better do something about it.”

You pulled her panties off slowly, watching the way her breath caught. She was already glistening, swollen, desperate.

You slid two fingers through her folds and leaned in, licking her clean. She cursed—head falling back, hands gripping the sheets.

You took your time, tasting every inch of her, alternating between your tongue and fingers, listening to the way her voice broke when you sucked her clit and curled your fingers just right.

When she came, she did it hard. Her back arched off the bed, thighs clenched around your head, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. She cried out your name, hand tangled in your hair, holding you there until she came down from it.

You climbed up her body, kissing her through the aftershocks. She pulled you close, lips lazy, breathing ragged.

“Stay,” she whispered.

You nodded, tucking yourself into her side as the sheets tangled around your bodies.

“Happy birthday,” you murmured.

She laughed. “Best one I’ve ever had.”

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Hi!

So, I’m about to post a new fiction, the next one is my list of done is a Leah Williamson Smut. Now I have chalk off smuts, and I wrote this smut before I did.

So. Do you want me to post the smut and that’s it (I think) or leave it and post a non smut?

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Hi love would you write a Leah x r x Alessia fic?

Hii! Yes I do! Send away! But no smut, suggestive is fine!

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SPOILERS FOR NIGHTMARE TIME, EP 2: FOREVER AND ALWAYS !!!

- Just finished watching forever and always and oh my god. I did predicted all the things that happened during it all because I was thinking - ‘what would StarKid do?’ - and I got my answer right.

- While the ‘imposter Emma’ was saying how she isn’t the Emma and stole the real Emma identity - when Paul was about to speak i jokingly said “and I’m not the real Paul” but in that time he didn’t say that. But at the end he did and I was FLABBERGASTED.

- Also when Paul needed to pick either the ‘Real Emma’ or the ‘Imposter Emma’ I had a very gut feeling he was going to pick the ‘Imposter Emma’. Cause he said he was the one who he loves. Then I was thinking how suck a massive big idiot he is since she killed loads of people. But the ending lived up for it and I was thankful the real Paul didn’t choose a killing machine.

- Also I LOVE LAUREN SO MUCH. She is definitely ONE of my favourite cast member (past and present included) because the way she acted like an DR. Jekyll and MR. Hyde situation was brilliant. She is so talented, I love her! And of course, Jon was incredible too!

- Let me know your thoughts and if I missed something while commenting on it. I will let you know my thoughts too.

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reader turning her nose up at the thought of being with a girl and teases best freind leah about how it’s enjoyable to sleep with one and Leah is just like I can show you better than I can tell you

Leah Williamson x Reader

Show you better

Leah Williamson MasterList

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WC: 1350

Warnings: making out

You stood in the middle of the living room, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed, watching Leah as she paced around, her face scrunched in frustration. The topic of conversation had taken an unexpected turn, and now you were at the center of it.

“Seriously, Y/N?” Leah said, her voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. “How can you turn your nose up at something you’ve never even tried?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, a teasing grin tugging at the corner of your lips. “I’m just saying, Leah, I don’t get the appeal of… you know… being with a girl.”

Leah raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down as if she was sizing you up. “You’ve never been curious?” she asked, her tone playful but with an undercurrent of something more—something that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, she was hiding a secret behind her words.

“Why would I be curious?” You shrugged again, trying to act nonchalant. “It’s just not my thing. I like guys.”

Leah chuckled, shaking her head. “I think you’re just scared, Y/N. It’s okay to be curious. You might even find it… enjoyable.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Oh, really? You and your weird girl-talk. How could sleeping with a girl even compare to… well, normal stuff?” You made air quotes with your fingers around ‘normal’ for emphasis.

Leah’s eyes softened for a moment, a quiet, knowing smile tugging at her lips. You had no idea why you found that smile so unsettling. It was almost like she was offering you something more, something that wasn’t just playful teasing.

“Is that so?” she asked, stepping closer to you, her voice lowering to a near-whisper. “You really think you know what it’s like to be with a girl?”

You shrugged, but your heart was beginning to beat faster for reasons you didn’t quite understand. “I mean, I don’t see the big deal. It’s just… different, right?”

Leah’s grin widened, and before you could blink, she was right in front of you. Her gaze never left yours, the playful teasing now replaced by something more intense, more challenging.

“I can show you better than I can tell you,” Leah said, her words soft but laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

You froze, eyes wide in surprise. The way she said it, the way she was looking at you—it was like she was daring you to challenge her, to take the plunge. And suddenly, you weren’t so sure of yourself anymore. What had been playful banter just moments ago now felt like a promise, a challenge you weren’t sure you wanted to turn down.

“Leah…” you whispered, your voice betraying the uncertainty you were feeling.

Leah’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Yeah, Y/N?” She leaned in just enough so you could feel the warmth of her breath on your skin, the air between you thick with tension.

Before you could react, Leah’s hand brushed against your arm, a casual touch that made your skin tingle. You were both standing so close, your breath catching in your throat, and in that moment, it felt like everything was up to you. Was this a game? A dare? Or something deeper?

“Are you scared?” Leah asked softly, her voice almost a whisper, her lips brushing against your ear. “I promise, you won’t regret it.”

You gulped, your heart hammering in your chest, and for the first time, you weren’t sure if you wanted to turn away or take the risk.

Leah’s lips were a mere inch from yours, and the world outside seemed to fade. You could feel her breath, her presence, her confidence surrounding you.

You didn’t know what you were thinking anymore, but before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in and kissed her—tentative at first, testing the waters. Leah responded immediately, her hands cupping your face gently, coaxing you to deepen the kiss.

The kiss deepened quickly, the soft pressure of Leah’s lips against yours growing more insistent. You could feel her hands moving, one settling gently on the back of your neck, the other tracing down the curve of your spine. A shiver ran through you, and for a split second, you pulled back, breathless.

“Y/N,” Leah whispered, her voice low and husky, “Are you sure you want to stop?”

You looked into her eyes, seeing the heat there that mirrored your own growing desire. For a moment, you were speechless, caught between the unfamiliar and the undeniable pull between you. The playful teasing had turned into something much more intense, and now, you were caught in it.

Leah’s hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer, and you couldn’t help but respond, your body pressing into hers as if you had no control over it. Her lips met yours again, this time with more urgency, the kiss becoming more desperate as she tilted your head, deepening it further. You could taste the hint of mint from her gum, feel the soft warmth of her skin against your fingertips as your hands found their way to her shoulders, then slid down her back.

You both pulled away, gasping for air. Your heart was pounding, your body on fire with the intensity of the moment.

“I told you I could show you better than I could tell you,” Leah said, her voice barely above a whisper, her breath coming in quick bursts.

You were speechless for a moment, trying to catch your breath, but your lips tingled from the kiss. There was a knot in your stomach, a mix of excitement and nervousness. You had never imagined this would be how things would unfold, yet here you were, with Leah Williamson—the same best friend who always knew how to push your buttons, but now, she was the one testing every limit you thought you had.

Leah’s hands moved to the hem of your shirt, lifting it gently, her fingertips grazing the skin of your stomach. It sent a wave of heat coursing through you, your breath hitching at the contact. You froze, unsure, but Leah’s eyes never left yours. She was waiting for you to decide, to make the next move.

“Do you want to keep going?” she asked, her voice filled with a quiet intensity, her hand resting just below your ribs.

You swallowed hard, your body betraying the nervous hesitation in your mind. You weren’t sure what to expect, but something in you couldn’t pull away. Your heart was pounding too loudly, urging you to take the leap.

And so, without thinking, you nodded, your hands reaching up to tug Leah closer. The kiss resumed, this time more passionate, as if you were both lost in the heat of the moment. Your hands moved over her back, fingers splaying across her skin, and you could feel the way her body responded to every touch, every subtle shift in movement.

Leah let out a soft moan as her lips trailed down your neck, and your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. Her kisses were hot and soft, exploring the sensitive skin of your throat, her breath warm against your pulse. You felt yourself getting lost in the moment, your body reacting to the sensation of her lips, her hands, her touch.

“Y/N…” Leah’s voice came again, more urgent this time. “Are you sure you want this?”

The question hung in the air, but it felt almost like a formality. You knew what you wanted now, and despite the uncertainty that lingered at the edges of your mind, there was no denying the intensity that was building between you both.

“I’m sure,” you whispered back, your hands gripping the fabric of Leah’s shirt, pulling her back to you, as if you couldn’t get close enough.

And then, everything else faded away. The teasing, the uncertainty, the doubt—all of it vanished as you let yourself get lost in the moment. Leah was right. She was showing you exactly how different this could be. And now, there was no turning back.

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do you have any Laia Codina wips or do you need Ideas

Ideas are good! I did do one Codina alright it was a friendship one.

Also, must warn y’all. I’m going on holiday for 2 weeks.

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So.. I found this beauty.

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Hi, love your fics

Can you do one in the future where Wally has a son and some of the arsenal girls have gone with her to watch him play football with some of their kids. He scores and says he dedicates it to his baby sister but Lia hadn't told arsenal girls she was pregnant so cute reveal x

Lia Wälti x Kid Boy - feat. Arsenal team

Baby sister

WC: 588

Lia Wälti MasterList

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Warnings: short, pregnancy?

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Lia stood on the sideline of the local pitch, arms folded loosely, watching her five-year-old son Finn dart around the field like his little boots were rocket-powered. She wasn’t sure who was more nervous—her or him.

“Come on, Finn!” Beth yelled from behind her, hands cupped around her mouth.

“You’ve got this, buddy!” Caitlin added, bouncing slightly on her toes.

They weren’t just teammates today. They were his honorary aunties, decked out in matching red caps Finn had demanded they wear for “good luck.”

Leah stood closest to Lia, a soft grin on her face as she elbowed her gently. “He’s gonna score, Wally. He’s just waiting for the dramatic moment.”

“He is your best friend’s child,” Katie smirked. “Theatrics are in his blood.”

Lia just shook her head, but couldn’t stop the fond smile. She had no idea how she’d ended up with this little makeshift family—Leah, Beth, Katie, Caitlin, Lotte—but she wouldn’t trade them for the world. They loved Finn like he was one of their own, and that meant everything.

The match was tense, even if the players were five-year-olds who sometimes forgot which direction to run. But when Finn got the ball near the box, something shifted.

“Go on, Finn!” Lotte yelled, already half-standing.

And then—boom.

A left-footed shot. Low. Fast. In.

Goal.

The crowd erupted. The Arsenal girls jumped to their feet, screaming his name louder than any of the parents.

“YES, FINN!” Katie shouted, practically lifting Caitlin into the air in celebration.

Lia pressed her fingers to her lips, eyes wet, heart bursting.

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After the final whistle and medal ceremony, Finn was pulled forward by his coach for a little speech—his idea, of course. Always dramatic.

Everyone quieted, watching as he held his trophy in both hands, cheeks flushed and hair a sweaty mess.

“I wanna say something,” he announced confidently. “I wanna give this goal to someone really special.”

The girls beamed from the sideline.

Finn turned, locking eyes with Lia, then beamed. “I wanna dedicate it to my baby sister! Even though she’s in my mummy’s tummy and she can’t come play yet, I love her already.”

A beat of stunned silence.

Then—

“WHAT?” Beth shrieked.

Caitlin dropped her cap. Leah froze mid-chew on a piece of gum. Katie actually gasped.

Lia laughed, her cheeks burning as she wrapped her arm around Finn when he came running over.

“You didn’t tell us!” Lotte exclaimed, grabbing her arm. “Wally!”

“It wasn’t planned,” Lia said through her grin, brushing Finn’s hair back. “I was going to wait a little longer, but… well.” She glanced down at her bump, which she hadn’t been able to hide much longer anyway.

“She really said ‘surprise!’ at her kid’s final,” Leah muttered, shaking her head with a teary smile. “That’s so you, Wally.”

Katie crouched beside Finn, hands on her knees. “You’re gonna be a big brother, huh?”

“I am a big brother,” Finn corrected seriously. “And I already picked her name.”

“Of course you did,” Caitlin said, ruffling his hair.

They all took turns hugging Lia, gentle and full of love. It didn’t matter that they’d just come to watch a kids’ football match. Like everything with this group, it turned into something warmer, deeper.

A memory they’d carry forever.

And as they walked off the field with Finn’s tiny fingers wrapped in Lia’s and five protective aunties surrounding them, it was clear that baby Wälti already had the best family waiting.

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Post whatever you like! I enjoy everything, you're a great storyteller

Thanks! I know some people will be disappointed that I’m not doing smut. But that’s not this account style.

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do you write for Laia Codina

Hi Anon!

I can do, sure!

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Hi everyone! Just wanted to do a little update. I am not allowing smuts no more.

I have one in my drafts ready to be posted. Once that’s one’s is uploading that is it! It makes be very uncomfortable.

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Indeed you are.

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Hiya Lovely

Alexia please being all protective and buying lots of water and vitamins for a teammate that she thinks is pregnant only for it to be revealed it is a different teammate who is pregnant. Cue confusion 🤣

Sorry for slightly changing it - cause I didn’t know if it’s sister you wanted but this is what you got, lol.

Alexia Putellas x Sister!Reader

Who the hell?

WC: 506

Alexia Putellas MasterList

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Warnings: short, pregnancy? Also if the Spanish is wrong. I apologise.

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Alexia didn’t mean to snoop.

Honestly.

She’d just gone into the shared bathroom at La Roja’s training camp to grab her moisturizer from her bag, and there it was—half-hidden under a bunch of paper towels in the bin. A pregnancy test. Positive.

Her eyes widened. Panic immediately set in.

She retraced her steps, trying to remember who had been in the bathroom before her. And then it hit her—Salma. She’d seen Salma slip in there earlier. Alone. Quiet. Suspiciously fast. Was she acting strange this morning?

Oh God.

Salma’s just 21. Still at the beginning of her career. Alexia’s mind raced as she tossed out every scenario: a secret relationship? An unplanned pregnancy? Was she okay? Was she scared?

Cue Protective Alexia mode.

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By the end of that day, Salma had six bottles of electrolyte-enhanced water, three different kinds of prenatal vitamins (Alexia had asked Jenni which were best), and a discreet, heartfelt speech about how “she didn’t have to go through it alone.”

Salma blinked at her.

“Wait. Go through what?”

Alexia frowned. “Salma… it’s bueno. I found the test. lo sé.” (Fine - I know)

“…What test?”

“You don’t have to pretend anymore. I saw it in the bathroom earlier.”

Salma’s jaw dropped. “Wait—you think I’m pregnant?!”

“…You’re not?”

“¡¿No?!”

Alexia stared at her. “Oh.”

Cue silence.

And then: “Entonces, ¿quién carajo-“ (then who the hell-)

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That night, when Alexia got back to the apartment she shared with her younger sister, she barged into your room without knocking.

You were sitting on your bed in your hoodie, eating pickles from a jar with your headphones in.

You looked up. “Hola,” (hello)

Alexia crossed her arms. “Bathroom. Training camp. Pregnancy test.”

Your face went pale. The jar tipped slightly in your hand.

“Not Salma?” You asked

“Definitely not Salma.”

You winced.

“Esta bien, no te enojes,” (Okay, don’t get mad)

“…Are you kidding me right now?”

“I was drunk!” you blurted out. “It was a party. He was nice. It didn’t mean anything, it was just—ugh, no sé, Alexia, it just happened.” (I don’t know)

Alexia’s face was unreadable.

“I’m gay. Still very gay,” you added quickly. “Just also… apparently bad at tequila.”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “¿Estás bien?” (Are you okay)

You blinked. “You’re not mad?”

“I’m terrified,” Alexia said. “But mostly for you. You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t know how,” you whispered. “And he’s actually… being really supportive? Like, he wants to be in the baby’s life. sin drama. Just… there.” (No drama)

Alexia’s face softened. She sat on the edge of your bed and looked at the pickle jar between your knees. “That explains that.”

You chuckled weakly. “Did you really think Salma was pregnant?”

“I bought her vitamins, Y/N.”

You both burst out laughing—slightly hysterical, a little teary.

After a moment, Alexia reached over and pulled you into a hug, hand gently resting on your hair.

“We’ll figure this out, okay?” she murmured. “You’re not doing this alone.”

“te amo, you know.” (I love you)

“yo también te amo, Even if you make me think my teammate’s having a secret baby.” (I love you too)

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Leah Williamson x Physio!Reader

Not today

WC: 514

Leah Williamson MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: short, and maybe Kyra being a slight pest?

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Leah Williamson wasn’t the type to hesitate. She was a leader, decisive on the pitch and sure of herself in nearly every aspect of life. But when it came to you, hesitation clung to her like a shadow.

She sat on the leg press machine, pretending to focus on her reps, but her attention was elsewhere. Across the gym, you were helping Alessia Russo with her set, your hands carefully adjusting Alessia’s form. Leah’s gaze trailed over the way your sports bra fit snugly against your frame, how your joggers sat just right on your hips, the definition in your arms flexing slightly as you steadied Alessia.

Leah wished she was in Alessia’s spot.

“You’re so obvious.”

Leah’s head snapped to the side, where Kyra Cooney-Cross stood, arms crossed, smirking.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Leah muttered, going back to her set.

Kyra snorted. “Come on, mate. You’ve been staring at Y/n for the past ten minutes. You look like a lovesick puppy.”

Leah groaned. “Can you keep your voice down?”

“Why? Afraid she’ll hear and finally realise you’ve got the biggest crush on her?”

Leah rolled her eyes, though her heart pounded at the idea. Kyra wasn’t wrong—she was completely and utterly gone for you.

And it all started months ago, in the smallest, most unassuming way.

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Leah had decided to try a new café around the block from her house. It was after training, and she was craving her usual drink. The place had a warm, inviting feel—nothing fancy, but homey. She stepped up to the counter, ordered, then moved aside to wait.

Then, the door opened, and in walked you.

Leah knew you, of course. Arsenal’s physio, always around during training, your conversations mostly casual. But this was different. This wasn’t a professional setting.

You noticed her immediately, your face lighting up with a smile. “Leah! Fancy seeing you here.”

Leah had never been particularly flustered by anyone, but something about the way you smiled—like seeing her was the best part of your day—made her brain short-circuit.

“Hey, Y/n,” she said, trying to sound cool, casual.

You made small talk, mentioning how you were finally trying this café after hearing great things. Leah nodded along, but her thoughts were occupied by something else entirely.

You were dressed simply—an oversized sweater tucked slightly into your jeans, the fabric cinching at your waist in a way that Leah couldn’t ignore. Your hair was tied up loosely, a few strands framing your face. You looked effortlessly perfect.

It hit Leah like a freight train.

Oh, shit. I’m in love with her.

The thought was terrifying, thrilling, and completely inescapable.

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“Still haven’t made a move?” Kyra’s voice pulled Leah from her thoughts.

Leah sighed, rubbing her face. “It’s not that simple.”

Kyra grinned. “Oh, but it is. You just ask her out.”

Leah glanced at you again. You were laughing at something Alessia said, your eyes crinkling at the corners. Leah’s chest ached.

Maybe one day she’d find the courage.

Just… not today.

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Leah Williamson x Reader

Lost for words

WC: 300

Leah Williamson MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: short, a kiss?

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The England camp was always buzzing with energy, but tonight, the chill room was exactly that—chill. A few of the girls were scattered around, some watching TV, others playing cards, and then there was Leah, deep in conversation with Keira and Mary about something you could tell they weren’t remotely interested in.

You were curled up beside her on the couch, half-listening but mostly focused on the way she spoke—her expressive eyes, the little crease in her brow when she got really into whatever she was saying. It was adorable, but also, it had gone on long enough.

Keira caught your eye over Leah’s shoulder, subtly rolling hers as if to say, Please, for the love of God, stop her. Mary smirked, clearly just as done with the conversation.

And that’s when the idea hit you.

Leah was mid-sentence, something about tactics and midfield structures—you weren’t really paying attention—when you shifted closer and, without warning, pressed your lips against hers.

It caught her completely off guard. She tensed for a second, her words dying on her tongue, before she melted into the kiss, her hand instinctively finding your thigh.

Keira and Mary exchanged a glance, both smirking now, but you didn’t care.

When you finally pulled away, Leah blinked, looking slightly dazed.

“…What was I saying?” she mumbled, her voice quieter than before.

Mary burst out laughing. “Something about midfield structure, I think? Or was it you getting completely wrecked by your girlfriend?”

Leah turned to you, narrowing her eyes playfully. “That was sneaky.”

You shrugged, a smug smile on your lips. “Worked though, didn’t it?”

She huffed, but the way she tugged you closer told you she wasn’t actually mad. If anything, she was already planning how to get you back for that.

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Alessia Russo!College x Reader!College

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WC: 1040

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Warnings: Mild sexual content (implied, not graphic), strong language, (minor swearing).

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At 17, college was a chaotic mix of late-night study sessions, cheap takeaway, and friendship that felt like forever. For Alessia Russo, it also meant trying not to completely embarrass herself every time she was within a ten-foot radius of you.

You were part of the group — five of you who met on the very first day of college and instantly clicked. You, Alessia, Lotte Wubben-Moy, Ella Toone, and Georgia Stanway. A little chaotic, a little loud (mostly thanks to Ella), and always together.

The group had a ritual: each week, you’d rotate whose dorm everyone would crash in. This week, it was yours.

Alessia swore she’d be cool about it. She had rehearsed it. Just act normal. Don’t trip. Don’t say anything weird.

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So naturally, the first thing she did when she walked into your room was trip over your rug.

“Cool rug,” she blurted, lying on the floor.

You giggled, holding out a hand to help her up. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, going a little red, “the rug attacked me.”

From the bed, Ella snorted. “You’re always so graceful, Less.”

Georgia exchanged a smirk with Lotte. They all knew. They’d known for months now.

Alessia Russo was head over heels for you. The kind of crush that made her forget how doors worked when you were nearby.

-

It was a couple of days later, during a lazy lunch on campus, that Georgia pulled Ella and Lotte aside.

“She’s hopeless,” Georgia said, nodding toward Alessia, who was across the quad pretending not to stare at you as you laughed with someone from your class.

“She nearly choked on a carrot when they looked at her yesterday,” Lotte added.

Ella leaned in like they were planning a heist. “Okay. So. We help her.”

“You mean like… coach her?” Georgia asked.

“Exactly. We’re gonna get that girl to ask out her crush if it’s the last thing we do.”

Unbeknownst to them, you were already a step ahead.

-

You’d been practicing your speech in the mirror all morning. Every scenario. Every possible reaction.

But now you were standing outside Alessia’s dorm room, nerves tying knots in your stomach. You weren’t confident like people thought. Around Alessia, your brain short-circuited in a way that made your words come out weird and your heart beat like a drumline.

You knocked.

The door opened, and Alessia’s eyes went wide. “Oh! Uh, hi! You okay? I mean, not that you look not okay, you look great—I mean, good. Not that I was—”

“Ilikeyou,” you blurted.

She froze. “Sorry?”

You swallowed. “I like you. And I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime? With me? On, like… a date?”

Alessia blinked. Then blinked again. She was waiting for the punchline, the twist — but it wasn’t coming.

“You’re asking me out?”

You nodded, eyes fixed on the floor. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I probably messed this up. I practiced it a lot but I—”

“Yes.”

You looked up.

“Yes?” you repeated.

“Yes,” Alessia said again, softer this time. Her eyes lit up. “I really like you too. I’ve just been… bad at acting normal about it.”

You smiled shyly. “Same.”

She stepped forward and hugged you — tight and warm and a little bit shaky. “You’ve just made my whole week.”

You pulled back. “Okay, I’ll go before I combust. I’ll text you, yeah?”

“Please do,” she said, watching you with a dazed smile.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, you ran down the hallway, practically skipping, grinning so hard your cheeks hurt.

Back in the room, Alessia stared at the door.

Then muttered, “Did that actually just happen?”

-

It had been months.

Months of sneaking glances when the others weren’t looking. Months of hidden smiles, brushing hands under the table, kisses stolen behind closed doors. You and Alessia had somehow managed to keep your relationship a secret — which, considering Ella’s nose for drama, was basically a miracle.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want the others to know. It was just… yours. Special. And kind of fun, in a reckless, adrenaline-rush kind of way.

But secrets don’t last forever.

-

It was late spring when it happened. The group had planned another one of their traditional hangouts — this time, back at Alessia’s dorm. Everyone had agreed on 7:30. Ella, Georgia, and Lotte were running late, stopping by the café on campus to grab snacks and argue about who had forgotten to bring Uno.

They didn’t think to knock when they finally arrived.

They didn’t have to knock. It was always a safe space — snacks, bad music, laughter. No secrets.

Until the door opened.

And there you were. Straddling Alessia on her bed. Her shirt unbuttoned. Your lips locked in a kiss so intense that neither of you heard the door swing open or the three gasps behind it.

Ella dropped her popcorn.

Georgia blinked. “Are they—”

“Oh my god,” Lotte whispered.

Alessia pulled back, her eyes wide with panic as she spotted them. You scrambled off her, tugging your shirt down and fumbling for words.

“Okay,” Ella said, raising both hands, “so I was not expecting to walk in on full-on lesbian lovefest in here, but hey—go off.”

Georgia looked between the two of you, stunned. “You’ve been together? This whole time?”

You and Alessia exchanged guilty looks.

“We… yeah,” you said, cheeks burning. “Since the beginning of the year.”

Lotte sat on the floor dramatically. “I feel betrayed. I made a whole plan to get you two together. We had meetings. There were group chats.”

Alessia rubbed the back of her neck. “Sorry. We just… wanted it to be ours for a while.”

Ella looked positively gleeful now. “So how long until we get wedding invites?”

“Ella—” you groaned.

“No, no, I’m serious. I need to emotionally prepare. I cry at weddings.”

Georgia just shook her head with a grin. “Well, guess we’re not playing Uno tonight.”

Ella winked. “Speak for yourself. I brought drinks. Let the post-kiss reveal party begin.”

And just like that, the room filled with laughter and chaos once again — except now, it felt even more like home. No more secrets. Just you, Alessia, and the people who’d somehow known all along.